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those-late-night-feels · 8 months

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To Kill a God

Summary: The mission – Assassination of Loki Laufeyson.

Warnings: Light control and dominance, loathing, spanking, smut.

A/N: We're just gonna pretend the events takes a different route after the Battle of New York.

Personal A/N: Apologies for how long it's been. Was dealing with some personal things, including a pretty bad injury that I'm now recovering from. I also tend to write really slow. Please enjoy! Comments/feedback & reblogs are always much appreciated! 💚

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Nights like these were the best time to work. Silent, still, dark. A hunter on a mission for the next prey. But this one was new; you'd never hunted a god before. Breaths were drawn slow, methodical, focused. Keep your heart rate down, keep your steps in check.

You had been kept in the shadows of the Avengers, not fitting in with the pretty boy heros, genius doctors, or sexy vixens. You were a wallflower, a nightcrawler.

Sure, Black Widow, she was cute with her fancy moves and killer body. But you? They never even hear you coming.

With grace and stealth, you had slipped into Asgard undetected when the portal opened up to take Thor and Loki home after the Battle of New York. The rush to this new world had been nauseating, but with breaths through your nose to compose yourself, you slipped into the shadows.

The streets of Asgard were crowded and foreign, vendors shouting to grab your attention, new smells, twinkling lights and glimmering colors. A fine silk robe was lifted from a distracted shopkeeper, promising yourself that you'd return it once the mission was complete.

In only a few hours, you had worked your so-called magic to obtain the intel needed and now stood in the main hall of the Asgard royal prison. It had taken a bit of eavesdropping on a table of drunken guards and the power of persuasion with another to allow you entry into the palace's main gates. A small amount of combat and you had forced your way into the prison compound.

Adrenaline pulsed through your veins, knowing you were close. Turning the corner, the prisoners were found fast asleep in their glass panel prison cells. And then, you stopped in your tracks and held your breath. The raven haired terror, that pathetic excuse for a god, slept only a few meters from you. He looked peaceful, almost gentle, but looks were deceiving. You reminded yourself that he was ruthless and cruel, but not for long.

Knowing there were only minutes before a slew of Asgardian guards would come rushing in, you worked diligently to shut down the currents running through the security system. Loki stirred in his bed, but didn't awaken. The dagger was heavy, but it was all that was needed to finish the mission.

Hand firmly on the hilt, you took quiet, determined steps to his bed, taking one last look at the god in front of you, then bared your weight as you went for his heart. But there was no impact as his body faded away to nothing.

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How peculiar it was, these small other worldly creatures who thought they could defeat a god. In the shadows, he tsked at the young thing in front of him. So impatient, so immature. Who did they think he was? He emerged slowly, a sinister smile dancing on his face. You turned abruptly, eyes going wide knowing your advantage was lost…or had never been there to begin with.

"Did you really think you could slay me?" He chuckled to himself, very amused by this predicament. "I assure you, girl, it will take more than a knife and leather leggings to take down the god of mischief."

With a futile attempt, you lunged at him. He grabbed you like a rag doll, twisting your arm in an awkward angle until the metal clanged on the floor. A whimper escaped and he let go before it dislocated, only to wrap his hands around your throat and bring you to eye level with him. He watched in satisfaction as you struggled, choking and clawing at his hands.

"Don't worry pet," he leaned in closely to whisper in your ear. "I won't kill you, not yet. There'd be no fun in that."

He drew a finger down the side of your face, relishing in the thoughts of all the things he could do to his new captive, when a booming voice echoed through the prison corridor. "LOKI?!"

He sighed to himself in annoyance, always the killjoy to his fun. "Here, brother."

Thor stood in front of the prison cell, taking in the scene before him: Loki standing calm and poised, a small girl held at arm's length from the neck, face turning red, toes dragging on the ground. "What's going on here?"

"Well, dear brother, it appears our security is not what it once was. I caught this one lurking around." Your eyes darted to his. Why did he withhold the truth?

Thor squinted, cocking his head to the side to get a better look at you. And then, your name left his lips like an incredulous question.

Loki's face went from a look of surprise at his brother's recognition of you to amusement at what this meant. "You're Midgardian," he mused.

"Loki, release her," Thor demanded, hearing you struggle in his grip.

"I'll tell you what. Allow me to go back to my chambers freely, and this little minx will be handed over to your care."

"Loki…" Thor gave a gutteral warning. He was treading on thin ice, but they both knew who had the upper hand.

"It's a fair trade. It's clear she is important to you." Loki's eyes locked on yours. "Release me…or I crush her windpipe."

You flailed uselessly in a panic, his grip growing tighter, causing your eyes to water, face slowly turning to shades of purple.

"Fine, Loki! Go back to your chambers."

A look of satisfaction as he dropped you to the floor. You collapsed and breathed in deeply, rubbing the sensitive skin around your neck. Thor called the guards: two to escort you back to his personal chambers and another two to allow Loki free access to his wing.

Loki stepped over you as he left, clearly pleased with how his evening was ending. This wasn't over, but it was for now.

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Thor had given you free reign of his chambers for the time being, instructing a few maidens to assist with your care, tending to any wounds, assisting with bathing and dress, although you insisted on doing the majority yourself. He found you the next morning after some rest, fully pampered and lounging on a chaise, feet and shoulders massaged by maidens.

"I could get used to the life of a prince," you teased when he came into the chambers. He ignored your jest and sat down looking troubled.

"Leave us," he ordered the maidens, watching until they filed out of the room. When the door shut, he turned to face you. "I have spent the last few hours trying to comprehend why you would come to Asgard without my knowing, and have yet to come up with a reason that doesn't involve violence." Your arms folded as he looked for any admission of guilt.

"It's classified, Thor." Your voice stayed steady and strong, and his jaw tightened. He grabbed a goblet from a nearby table and threw it against the wall, making it shatter, but you didn't flinch.

"I will remind you," he said slowly, "that right now you are on my planet, and not under Tony's protection."

You blinked at the mention of your employer and ally's name.

"You know I won't break, Thor. If I were a threat, wouldn't Loki have requested to have me locked up in one of your prison cells?" Thor considered your words. "In any case, I will leave you in peace and return to Midgard. I'm sure you have enough to deal with right now."

"No…. I think you'll stay as our guest for a while. We have some chambers available on the east wing." Your stomach twisted at what his words really meant. A guest, disguised as a prisoner. Thor stared you down.

"And, if I refuse?"

Now Thor crossed his arms, leaning back on the chaise. "You've seen our prison cells. They can be quite accommodating as well."

You smiled at his offer. "The east wing will be fine."

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The maidens took lead to the east wing; you attempted to map the halls to memory, but after the twelfth turn, considered it was futile. You'd be lucky to find your way to freedom, let alone finding your primary target.

A brunette opened the door to the chambers, a hand held out to guide you in. "If you need anything, we will be right outside to assist."

Great, I have watchdogs.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in the adjoining apartments, studying from the open window the trimmed gardens, the various exits, the guards that roamed the outer courts and how often they changed. When your stomach started to rumble with hunger, like clockwork there was a light knock on the door, followed by a maiden poking her head in.

"Excuse me, my lady. Your presence is requested in the dining hall."

As you followed the silent maidens, you tried speaking as casually as possible. "Is Loki's chambers in the east wing?"

"No, my lady."

You frowned. "I would assume he has a full wing to himself?"

"If the prince wishes for you to know where his chambers are, he will show you the way."

The other maiden giggled quietly, then pulled herself together quickly before being seen. No doubt they assumed you were looking to bed the prince, not that you would correct them if it took focus off the real reason to be here.

The dining hall was as elaborate as it was giant; high backed velvet chairs, a table that went on forever it seemed, vaulted ceilings adored with golden arches and cherubs, servants stationed every few meters. It was hard not to feel completely out of place, but Thor made you feel welcomed enough, having plate after plate of the most decadent food placed in front of you. You had to hand it to Thor, he had learned to become more sly, perhaps by watching how others on the team worked. He made small talk about Midgard and the team, but would casually add a question here and there about why you were in Asgard.

You were tight lipped; it would take more than being wined and dined to make something slip. Mid-conversation, the door creaked and the guards and servants straightened up. Footsteps clicked on the marble floor around the corner out of view, but you already knew who was approaching.

When he appeared, his eyes darted from Thor to you but his face was like a stone, unreadable. He tilted his head to consider you, no doubt admiring the marks he'd left on your neck the night before. "Have we lowered ourselves to now dine with common criminals?"

He watched as your jaw set and heard Thor's booming laugh. "Loki, I'd like you to formally meet my friend–"

At the mention of your name, he scoffed. "We met. Might I advise that you be more particular in who you acquaint yourself with, brother."

"Like you?" Arms crossed, you leaned in the chair in defense. He was as annoying as he was cocky.

He watched the pulsing of the vein in your neck, the slight reddening of your face; he was getting under your skin. Good.

"My dear, I have more greatness in the tip of my finger than you in your entire being."

You scoffed. "Greatness, huh? Seems like that greatness delusion is what brought you back up here in chains."

"And yet," he said, holding out his arms, "no chains. Although, I guess I have you to thank for that."

Internally, you were screaming. Fantasies of diving across the table to gouge out his eyes and claw his face played in your mind. He was insufferable. Agitating. Annoying.

You needed to finish this mission and escape Asgard. The sooner this world was rid of Loki Laueyson, the better.

You stood, your plate of food unfinished, turning to Thor with a plastered smile. "Thank you for the lovely meal, Thor. Please, excuse me."

You wouldn't dare look at Loki, but you could feel his eyes on you, causing the hairs to raise on the back of your neck.

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The halls had been quiet for hours and the only light in your room came from the glow of the moon and candlelight. You'd waited until it was almost inevitable that the maidens would have fallen asleep at their posting. Slipping by them was easy.

The occasional guard roamed the halls, but as you expected, was not as sharp. You slipped by two undetected, a third was put into a sleep hold and dragged into the shadows before anyone could be alerted.

The North Wing was far more rich in decor and aesthetics, with golden pillars and chandeliers. Loki's chambers were here, you were sure of it.

A sparkle of green in the shadows caught your eye. Was it a trick? Maybe, but he wouldn't take you by surprise this time.

The door was heavy and your steps were light as you entered the room. It was dark and smelled of cedar and leather. He was nowhere in sight, but you still kept to the walls.

A faint flicker of light in the next room caught your attention, a crackling fireplace, and there he appeared, reading in an oversized plush chair.

"You know, you're not as subtle as you think." He flipped the page, not even giving you the courtesy of looking up. "Thor had mentioned you were stealthy like a cat or something, but my oaf of a brother has about as much stealth as you do."

Your cheeks reddened in spite of yourself. He was absolutely infuriating. "Why did you lie?"

He finally looked up from his book, sliding a bookmark into the crease, a smirk playing on his lips. "You do realize that I'm the god of lies, don't you?"

"You could have told Thor why I was there, what I tried to do, and have me locked up. Why didn't you tell him?"

He made you feel so small when he stood, setting the book on a nearby coffee table. "Now where would the fun in that be?"

Taken aback, you blinked in response. "This…. This isn't a game."

He tsked and long daggers were revealed in his hands. "Darling, it's the best game there is."

He came forward at a fast pace. Your own weapons were drawn from your belt, ready to attack. Metal clashed in the middle of his study. He was impressed by your speed and agility, but he caused the first cut, a minor wound on your bicep. You responded by kicking him off his feet to pin him to the ground for only a moment before he flipped you over your head, losing one of your daggers in the process. With your hand free and he distracted, your fist made contact with his face.

A slur of curses were emitted. "You'll pay for that."

"We'll see." You smiled cockily, coming at him, but he was ready and provoked. One minute you had attacked him, a swipe of your blade and another punch blocked. The next minute, you were bent over and pinned to his desk. One of his hands had grasped your wrist, still gripping the dagger, the other hand on the back of your head. His body pressed into yours as you writhed and struggled, bucking your hips, kicking your leg out, but he was much too heavy.

"Let me know when you're ready to yield." He was very amused.

"Fuck you."

He laughed in a huff. The grip on your wrist went tighter. "Drop it," he demanded.

Any attempt at freeing yourself was proved useless. The dagger clattered on the desk and he tossed it aside, his own going back into his invisible pocket.

"Good girl. Now tell me you yield."

Silence. You'd rather die than give him the satisfaction.

"Suit yourself," he said. "It seems to me like you Midgardians need to be taught some manners." And slowly, his hand was brought to your back, running down the length of your spine. Teeth clenched, eyes squeezed shut, you tried to remove yourself from the moment, knowing more than likely what was coming from the dominant, power-hungry male. But then, smack!

Your eyes shot open, the sting of your ass cheek startling you. Another hard spank, the sting almost making you yelp as your body went forward.

"Now," he said calmly, evenly in your ear as you looked straight ahead. "You have two options." Smack! "One, you stop being stubborn and admit your defeat." Smack! "Or two, you stay on this desk until I decide you've learned that lesson." Smack!

Your legs trembled as you held onto the edge of the desk. You hated him, hated this… and yet, a warm ache started to slowly whisper within. No, you couldn't… With every ounce of strength, you tried to block it out. "What… what are you gonna do to me?"

He chuckled and you couldn't quite tell if it was out of amusement or something darker. "Not to worry, my pet. I only bed willing participants."

His hand rested on the small of your back and he leaned forward. "Now, tell me. Have you learned your lesson?"

He caught your eye and you struggled to answer. How did you reply without letting him win? Maybe, if you said yes, he would lower his defenses and then you'd— Another spank caught you by surprise and a yelp escaped in spite of yourself. "I asked you a question and do not enjoy repeating myself."

You took a shaky breath, he had you so off guard and you hated how it was making you feel.

Looking up, you gave him the best innocent look you could muster and nodded slowly. He reached for the back of your head, gripping your hair to tilt your head up towards him with a jerk. "Have you?"

"Yes," you choked out. You hated him! You hated him! You hated him!

He considered you, bent over his desk, head bent back violently so, breathing heavily and shaking, and then, he just let you go. You stood after a beat, confused and feeling embarrassed.

"Leave," he demanded, walking out of the study to another room. Red-faced, your stomach churned. Did he seriously just…

"Hey!" you shouted, following his path to the other room, but when you got there, he was gone. Searching room by room, your anger built as you found each one empty.

A rage burned through your veins as you stormed down the hall toward Thor's chambers. You were done with this mission, with these stupid mind games, with the princes of Asgard. You wanted to go home and call the mission what it was–a failure.

Done with courtesy and manners, you barged into his chambers without warning. "Thor, I need to talk to you–"

The words caught in your throat as you stopped in your tracks, finding Loki already there. Thor said your name like a pleasant surprise. "You look an absolute wreck! Are you alright?"

"Wha–" the words caught in your throat as you looked down at your shifted top, feeling your face redden, hair a mess.

"Well, no matter," Thor continued. "Your ears must be ringing, we were just discussing your return to Midgard."

"You… you were?"

Loki's lack of eye contact was not lost on you.

"Indeed," Thor continued. "My brother believes that we have no use of you here and should send you back immediately. His words, not mine." Thor laughed, caused by your startled expression and Loki's uncharacteristic silence. "But, as neither of you are willing to speak freely on what matters are going on, I reject this request."

Both you and Loki raised your voices, you taking a step forward. How long did he plan to keep you here against your will?

Thor raised his hand. "You both think me a fool, but until I know why you are here, I will not change my mind. Classified or not."

Your jaw clenched, fists tightened, and you stormed out of his chambers, slamming the door behind you.

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Loki winced as the door slammed. "I don't believe she was happy with your decision."

"No, I think not. Anything you care to tell me?"

Loki shook his head. "There is nothing to tell. She's a nuisance and Asgard should be rid of her."

Thor placed his hand on his brother's shoulder. "Loki, you may be the god of lies, but even I can see through this one."

Loki left the chambers deep in thought. He absolutely despised Midgardians–mortals who risked their lives every day, absolute fools they were. Pompous, annoying little gremlins.

And yet, he had enjoyed the little game he was playing with you. You were a challenge for him and getting under your skin was pure pleasure. But, there was something in the look you gave him as he held your head up that he knew. It made him realize he was playing with fire, and this game was getting too dangerous. He needed to rid himself of you.

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Almost a week had passed and he hadn't reappeared. You'd toured the gardens, the library, the royal throne room, dined in their mess hall and terrace multiple times; it was clear by day three that he was actively avoiding you, and somehow that was even more irksome. It should have been a relief to be rid of his annoying presence, but you were equally on edge. What if he caught you off guard? The possibilities of what would happen were endless with that twisted mind of his. Torture you? Strangle you at night? The nights were restless, with every creak and whistle of wind making you jump.

By day five, enough was enough. If Thor wouldn't budge in sending you home and Loki wouldn't show himself, you would take matters into your own hands.

The nightly strolls through the halls were becoming commonplace, and it wasn't long before the familiar chamber doors stood before you again. The rooms were illuminated by moonlight. He was deep asleep in his bed, bare-chested with only a sheet to cover him at the hips. Your dagger was unsheathed and slowly you pressed it to his neck. His eyes opened and he took a sharp breath inward.

"Don't move," you whispered.

"Alright." His voice was steady.

"You're going to help me leave this planet."

His eyebrows raised in surprise. "Am I?"

"Yes."

"And…what if I refuse?"

You pressed the dagger harder to his neck. He could see the desperation on your face. "I don't think you are in a position to refuse."

He smirked at you, like he understood a joke you weren't in on. "Didn't you come to Asgard to kill me?"

He was absolutely the most abhorrent person you'd ever met. Why would he bring this up? Should you kill him? He was right there, the knife pressed to his neck. One swipe and…

He grabbed onto your arms, taking you out of your thoughts and pulling you closer to him. "Do it."

You blinked and froze. Something in your stomach twisted. "I… I can't. Why can't I kill you?"

In a quick motion, he rolled you onto your back, his weight heavy. Your hand shook and he leaned in, pressing down on the dagger, further and further, until his lips met yours. Your breath was lost and the dagger slipped between the two of you to clatter onto the floor. He gripped onto your clothes, pulling and tearing and breaking.

He wasn't gentle, wasn't kind. There was no room for romance or making love. It was carnal, rough. A desire that neither wanted to admit to themselves.

Pain in the most pleasurable form, as his lips pressed hard onto yours. As clothing was torn in desperation. As your undergarments were stretched and discarded until you were just as naked as he. His eyes and mouth and fingers explored the areas only meant for a lover.

His long digits played with your silky folds before delving into the warm wet center, causing you to shiver in delight. You reached down between your bodies to grasp on an already stiff cock, making it throb, a moan emitting from him like an ache that hadn't been relieved in years, before he took your hand from beneath him and placed it above your head. In a swiftness, he sheathed himself inside you, causing your eyes to grow large, your head to come forward, your teeth to sink into his skin. He shifted, looking down at you, the minx who had wanted him dead, and thought how beautiful and fragile you were. He could have snapped you in two like a twig if he had wished it. Instead, he'd punish you until you came, over and over again; tattooing his existence on your soul for the rest of your eternity.

The angle of his cock rubbed in a way you'd never felt before by any Midgardian man, and soon your body was convulsing below him. He let you ride out your high before flipping you onto your stomach and penetrating from behind. A shaky high-pitched moan emitted from you, making him smile in satisfaction. He wrapped his hands around your throat, bringing your head up higher to whisper with a smile, "I think you've admitted your defeat."

"You never shut up, do you?"

"Never."

With a smack of your bottom, he thrust into you until he was spent and you were ruined. The silky sheets of his bed melted into your skin as you lay quiet in thought after. You didn't fail missions. You also didn't fuck them. Contemplating what you'd write on your report, Loki emerged from the other room, dressed and ready to take you back to Midgard. He handed you the clothes you first arrived on this planet in.

As you dressed, preparing for your arrival back home, you studied him. He was, without a doubt, the most abhorrent, irritating person you'd ever met. And yet, something drew you to him that you didn't understand.

"Alright," he said when he saw you were dressed. "Let's get you back to where you belong." You nodded, wondering if you'd ever see him again, hoping you wouldn't…but not for the reason you'd expect.

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holdmytesseract · 8 months

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✨️Updating My Taglists✨️

Yup... Definitely have to do that, 'cause it's quite a bit a mess. 🥴 Therefore, we're gonna do that now. 😊

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I'll remove everybody who hasn't said anything - and that's okay! No hard feelings here!

You have 3 days, guys! 🫡

Here are the current taglists...

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megamindsecretlair · 5 months

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Be My Little Darling - Chapter 10

Chapter 9 Chapter 11

Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Some smut. ANGST. PIV, dirty talk, use of magic, and heavy mentions of survivor's guilt, negative self-talk, violence. Brief mention of suicidal ideation in a joking manner (It's never funny, please seek help), Soft Loki, bit of fluff and cute domestic things.

Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. Loki is nothing if not a man on a mission to not only win your heart but also make some headway about this saboteur.

Word Count: 4,789k

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A/N: I miss the Loki show already! I missed you lovelies! Something about this man just eats me alive. I can't believe we're halfway there to the end! Thank you so much for continuing to ride for this series! Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I block ageless blogs!

Taglist: @cantstayawaycani @braverthanthenewworld @monaeesstuff @chaos-4baby @dayjlovesromance @soft-persephone @mybonafidefeelings @nerdieforpedro @browngirldominion

“Are you alright, Darling?”

He knew fuck well you were not alright. True to his word, there was plenty more to come. Loki had stamina for days, waking you up periodically through the night so he could thrust back into you and deliver more orgasms.

You moaned as he laid you on your left side, facing a mirror you hadn’t known was there. It figured that he’d have a full length mirror right next to the bed, the vain prick.

He slipped back in and pressed his chest to your back. His face was near your ear so you heard every moan and sigh that escaped his beautiful mouth. “Look at us, Darling,” Loki moaned.

You opened your eyes and looked at the picture of you two. Loki was pressed into you, your right leg held up by his hand and pulled open for him to move inside of you. He had slowed his strokes so that they were deep and full. You felt every glide and every inch of him.

“Gods,” you moaned. Your pleasure had been driven to heights you only read about. He kept you in a perpetual state of bliss. You almost didn’t mind the lack of sleep. If you were being awakened for dick, could you really complain?

“Right here, Darling,” Loki said. He kissed your cheek and looked at your face in the mirror. You looked as well. You were thoroughly fucked out. Your hair was a mess, deep lines on your skin from the pillows and sheets. Your lips were swollen from all of his kisses. You were marked and claimed by him.

Your eyes traveled to him. His hair was all over the place, slicked back too many times in his desperate need to keep it from his face. You left deep, red welts on his shoulders and back from the times that he hit your G-spot and you were unprepared.

After each time, he whispered, “one more”, and you were unable to form a denial. You wanted to please him. You wanted that look on his face. The face he was making now. As if in between your thighs was the closest to Valhalla he’ll get for now.

The wet squelches from your combined fucking was still like sweet music to your ears. It drove your arousal higher, pushed you to sink onto his dick hungrily. Greedily. Your pleasure built in your belly, cresting higher and higher. You raced after it, pulling it within your grasp.

“Oh Loki, Loki,” you moaned as the wave moved over you. You moaned his name over and over as your body jerked and twisted.

Loki kissed your neck and cheek. He moaned your real name as he released himself inside of you for the hundredth time that night. Loki placed soft kisses to your shoulder and back as he softened and pulled himself out of you.

He dropped down onto the bed, out of breath and wrung out. You couldn’t move an inch. You panted and heaved as you looked at yourself post orgasm. You felt beautiful and sinful. You felt seen in ways you hadn’t for the past five years. He helped you do that. But it was still you.

The parts of you that you hid deep down inside were still there. You weren’t broken. It wasn’t too late to become that woman again. You smiled tiredly at your reflection. Earth may not be Asgard, but Asgard had always been its people. And you were still here.

A warm cloth between your legs made you yelp. You were incredibly sensitive. One more fucking round and you’d simply die. Loki chuckled and kissed you while he cleaned you up. He toyed with you, going extra slow around your clit. You groaned.

“No more, please,” you begged.

Loki chuckled again and kissed your cheek. “I had five years to make up for, Darling,” he said.

“Liar. You didn’t start the club until a year after we arrived,” you said.

“And I wanted you before even then,” he said.

That did give you enough strength to roll over and face him. He faced you, head resting on his elbow, as he looked you in the eyes.

“Bullshit,” you said.

“All these years and you still don’t think I’m capable of the truth,” he said and shook his head. His finger idly traced patterns across your belly and thighs. You watched him closely to make sure he wasn’t trying to get you going again. Seriously, you couldn’t.

“You’re capable when it suits you,” you said.

“And it suits me now. You were in town, shopping, and I was securing my permits. I left the building and you were across the street, talking to the baker. You wore…a blue dress. Sandals. Hair pulled up and I thought you were the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen,” he said.

You stared at him. You thought back to the dozens of times you went to the baker. He was Asgardian and made the pastries you liked. You were working a dead end job you hated, wishing for something more. The pastries were a luxury you really couldn’t afford but you couldn’t resist.

“You remember that?” You asked. You usually had more situational awareness. Loki held a presence unlike any other. You’d be able to pick him out of a thousand clones. But you hadn’t realized he was on the street.

You assumed the princes were off doing…whatever princes did when there was no throne to rule from. Meetings, logistics, and the like.

“How could I not?” He asked. “I remembered that the only thing I wanted to do was talk to you. But you looked so sad. And the pastries brought you such comfort. I didn’t want to interrupt,” he said.

Now, you sat up and turned towards him. His hand moved down to your hip, still tracing patterns. “Since when do you care about interrupting?”

Loki smiled. “The way you speak about me, I’d think I was a monster,” he said with a cheeky wink.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not getting free compliments, so stop,” you said.

He grinned. “I stood there and looked at you. When you left, the sadness returned. I figured we were all still recovering from Thanos, so the last thing you needed was a failed prince to bother you,” he said.

You narrowed your eyes at him. You rubbed your head. There was just…no way that he saw you when you hadn’t known he was there. It bordered on stalking the way you would yearn for any glimpse of him every time you got to attend a feast at the palace. The way you would crane your neck and watch, transfixed, as he strolled in with shorter hair and his brother.

He was always smiling, always grinning, always moving around without a care in the world. You used to pray to the gods that he’d look your way just once and see you. He never did of course. Too busy looking at Thor. Everyone always did.

“So when I came in for the job and you hired me on the spot?”

“I wasn’t going to pass up a chance to see you every day,” he said.

“Loki! Did I get it because I was qualified or you wanted some ass?” You asked. You smacked his shoulder. He moved back as if you put any real weight behind it. He grinned at you.

“Because you were qualified. I am a reputable business owner and wanting a chance at that sweet, sexy pussy of yours would be against policy,” he said. Straight face and everything.

You were probably going to have to see a doctor from all the squinting you were doing. This was insane. But…you chose to believe him. He could come up with a better lie than that. So…it had to be the truth. He did see you and wanted you way before you thought.

Heat pulsed through you and you sank down onto the bed, feeling giddy. This was so silly. It was like you had a crush all over again. But you probably never really grew out of it where he was concerned.

“Okay, I choose to believe you,” you said.

He leaned down and kissed your breast. “I’m glad,” he said.

“Don’t you start!” You said, moving away from him. He scooted closer.

“I seem to recall you agreeing that I could have you whenever and wherever?”

You were on the edge of the bed and there was no more room left to run. Loki crowded your personal space and kissed you, at his leisure, his hand back on your hip.

“That was the heat of the moment, can’t stand up in human court,” you murmured as he kissed along your jaw.

He nipped at your jaw and you hissed from the bite of pain. “Verbal contracts are still binding, Darling. You know that,” he said.

“Fine, twist my arm,” you said.

Loki grinned. “I will have mercy just this once. But make no mistake. I will make good on my promises,” he said.

“Threats more like it,” you said. You tried to give him a stern look. But he was so damn cute laying there with his dark hair, in his home that smelled uniquely like him. You were truly in trouble here.

“Is it still a threat if I threaten you with pleasure?” He asked.

“How are you still capable of moving? I want to sleep for a week,” you said. Even now as you spoke and moved, you were thoroughly sore. The places that he gripped you were raw with his fingerprints. The places that he suckled and kissed you were patches of soreness. Your pussy still throbbed from all the pleasure wrung out of you. It was a miracle you were still awake.

“I have longed for this, Darling. I do not wish to see it end so soon,” he said. He didn’t look at you as he said it. Instead, his eyes were focused on caressing your hip.

“Hey,” you said. You nudged him until he dragged his eyes from your hip. “No more running. I want this and I want you,” you said.

Loki smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corners. This man really had no idea, did he? He could spin a thousand tales and you’d still want him. Crave him. Lo-like him. You bit your lip at that mental slip.

“What’s wrong?” Loki asked.

You kissed him instead of answering. You ran your tongue across his lips. He moaned as his hand clutched your hip. “Thought you were done?”

“Can’t I kiss you without it turning to more?” You asked.

“Never,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. Your stomach chose that moment to rumble. Loudly. You buried your face in his shoulder with a groan. He only laughed.

“I have been a poor host. I will make something for us,” he said. He kissed your head and ordered you to stay there while he left the room. You watched his ass as he moved about flawlessly. You couldn’t, you simply couldn’t, but damn if he didn’t make you want to hop back on his dick and ride him until sunrise.

You were almost asleep when he entered the room carrying a tray. On it, there was french toast, bacon, and eggs. “You didn’t have to make all of this!”

“Yes, I did,” he said. He placed the tray on the bed and you shared the meal, talking about nothing and everything. After, you relaxed against the bed and talked some more until you were both too tired to keep moving your jaws. If only you could communicate by mind.

You both climbed under the covers and you fell asleep in his warm embrace, content for the first time in ages.

In the morning, you slowly awoke to soft light coming through his curtains. Loki sighed and pulled you closer. You smiled and snuggled into him.

“Careful, Darling,” he said.

Holy hell, if you thought his voice was sexy before? His sleep-rough voice would melt your panties if he hadn’t torn them off of you. While you wanted to tease him, you also knew that you couldn’t follow through. So you settled down and kissed his arm around you.

“Good morning, Loki,” you said sweetly.

“Good morning, Darling,” he said with a soft chuckle. He kissed the back of your head.

“Oh no,” you said. Dread pooled in your gut as you thought about the new day and what it meant. What the hell were you going to tell your crew? You could hear Honey’s laughter now.

“What is it?” He asked.

“What are we going to tell everyone?” You asked.

“We can say however much you want or how little you want. But they will know you’re mine,” he said. He tightened his grip around your middle to emphasize his point. You rolled your eyes even though you squealed on the inside.

“Loki, be serious. What are you gonna do? Fuck me with the door open again?”

“If I please,” he said. You could hear the grin in his voice and you rolled your eyes again. He really was incorrigible.

“Loki…” You groaned. He didn’t understand. The rules for him were different from the rules for you. He was a god and could do damn well whatever he pleased. You on the other hand, people would only assume what you asked last night. Did you get the job on your knees or on your back?

“It matters not. We’re not going in today anyway,” Loki said.

You rolled over and he peeked at you. “We’re going to into town to speak with the King. She might know who we’re dealing with.”

“Why would she know?” You asked.

“I’ve been looking at the cards left behind by our saboteur. Only two, same card stock. Magically created. The King was the foremost expert in Asgardian security, she might shed some light.”

You lifted an eyebrow at him. “Nice to see you were resting while we sorted out the rooms,” you said.

He smiled and shrugged. “Seize the day. We could make a day of it,” he said.

“Loki, are you asking me on a date?” You asked.

“No. You’ll know when I’m asking you on a date. But I would like your company on this errand,” he said.

You sighed and rolled your eyes to the ceiling. He was so damn infuriating. And yet…

“How am I supposed to get home without any clothes?” You asked.

Loki grinned and pulled back the covers to look at your naked body. His blue eyes got wider, taking you all in. You squirmed beneath his perusal.

“Is it my fault you showed up without any clothes?”

“I wasn’t expecting you to rip them off of me,” you said.

“You offer me a present and I don’t get to unwrap it? That hardly seems fair,” he said. He pouted and you slapped his shoulder with a laugh.

“I’m being serious, Loki,” you said.

“As am I. Besides, can’t you conjure clothes?” Loki asked.

“What? No. I can only conjure weapons,” you said.

He looked at you and frowned. “Have you ever tried?”

You opened your mouth to tell him of course you had, but…well, shit, have you? You had an affinity for weapons and that was all you ever knew. It didn’t occur to you to try different constructs.

“I can’t remember,” you said.

“While we’re on about it, is that the only magic you know how to do? Are you more in-line with my power?”

You scooted closer and planted a kiss on his cheek. “No one can compare to the oh so powerful, oh so dreadful, the charming and devilishly handsome god, Loki,” you said. You peppered kisses in between your words and Loki’s face lit up with delight. You could get used to him like this. Happy and open and carefree. You really liked seeing this side of him.

“Flattery gets you everywhere, Darling. But I think we should make some time to see what you can do,” he said.

You shrugged. Why not?

“In the meantime…” Loki got out of bed and held his hand out to you. He pulled you into the bathroom where he pleaded for, “just one more”, and you couldn’t resist him. Afterwards, he conjured a brand new black suit for him and a black plaid dress for you, with green and gold lines intersecting. He even conjured you up some kick ass boots that gave you some height but still nowhere near him.

He looked over your outfit with a manic gleam in his eyes. “Down boy!”

He pouted as you left his place and walked towards your car. You offered to drive you into town and he refused. Something about being a proper host. Instead, he had his own car. A sleek truck that was too tall for you to climb into. He helped you into the passenger seat and then soon, you were on your way into town.

Once in town, he parked on the outskirts and you walked towards the main City building. People were bustling about doing their shopping. Tourists were in town sharing jokes and ales with the local Asgardians. It was…sweet to see everyone hanging out and talking and getting along. You missed this.

“Come along, Darling,” Loki said. He kept his hands in his pockets as you walked towards the City building. His shoulders hunched forward. Guess there will be no holding hands today. Was he the holding hands type? You weren’t sure. Why did you want to hold his hand anyway? It was stupid and childish.

You clenched your hands into fists and walked beside him. He held the door for you as you went inside. The atmosphere inside the building was homey and comfortable. A far cry from the glitz and glamor of the palace back home.

You looked towards Loki. Maybe that was his problem. Maybe he missed Asgard as much as everyone else. Except, he had no one to tell that to. He did so much shit trying to bring it down, embarrass Odin or Thor, or cause mischief. Maybe he thinks people won’t want to hear how he misses it.

Loki made a beeline towards the main hall. Inside, aides rushed to and fro as King Valkyrie sat at the head of the table. She looked positively miserable.

She was gorgeous as always. Flawless skin, locs twisted up in a lazy hairdo, and a smart suit to rival Loki’s black one. He made his look classy and debonaire. She made hers look painted on, effortless, and sexy.

She looked up as the brown uniform doors closed behind you. She smirked at you but her eyes turned icy towards Loki.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Her smooth voice called out.

Loki smiled and opened his arms. The picture of innocence. Right. Like cats are innocent.

“We have a dilemma that I was hoping you could help with,” Loki said.

“Is the club not keeping you busy enough as is?” King Valkyrie asked.

Gods, she was gorgeous. You were nervous as hell. On Asgard, you were lucky to attend a few feasts. You never would have gotten that close to the family, let alone Odin himself. To be this close to King Valkyrie was nerve wracking.

Loki produced the two cards with “Remember” and “Vengeance” written on it. The King stood up and took the cards from his hand. She turned them over and looked at Loki.

“What of it?” She asked.

“Do you recognize anything about it? Anything at all? There’s a…saboteur at the club,” Loki admitted.

The King walked around the open space, light from the windows hitting her coral skin. She studied the two cards as she moved around, humming to herself. “A saboteur? You say?” She asked.

She walked closer to you and looked at you. “What do you think?”

Your words died in your throat. You looked towards Loki who nodded. Like that fucking did anything. You took a deep breath. “Causing a lot of issues for us. It’s annoying. No one’s gotten hurt that much. But enchanting our customers, one of our performers’ legs went through the floor, and switched our rooms around,” you explained.

“Heavy magic involved. All to mess with…you,” the King turned towards Loki and pointed.

“We know that already. But why the cards? My enemies are usually more direct,” Loki said.

“Now that you mention it, I’ve heard some of the locals talk about legends around here. But those are just stories,” King Valkyrie said. She moved back towards the windows and looked at the cards.

“What kind of legends?” Loki asked.

“Just stories, I’m sure.”

Loki smiled and rolled his neck. “My King, I am very desperate to catch this person.”

King Valkyrie looked at you and made a surprised face. Yeah, you thought you’d drop dead before you heard those words from his lips. You supposed this was getting to Loki more than he let on. Once you had him to yourself again, you were going to make him talk to you. Keeping all this shit bottled up was going to eat him alive.

“Fine,” King Valkyrie said. She hopped onto the table and faced them. “There is a legend around here of a disfigured man who used to live up on the hill where the club now resides. The locals treated him as you would expect, horribly. They harassed the poor man until he went insane. They wouldn’t let him sleep. Kids would jangle chains outside his bedroom windows at night.”

As she spoke, you swore the clouds chose that exact moment to blot out the sun. The room turned a shade darker. Shadows played across King Valkyrie’s features. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say she had magic of her own.

“You haven’t heard the chains yet, have you?” She asked.

You and Loki looked at each other and then at her. You shook your heads at the same time.

“Good, that’s good. Well, you see, more bad things happened to this man until he vowed to take revenge on every living descendant who dared bother him. He prayed to the gods to make him as strong as Odin, as clever as Loki, and as bold as Thor,” she continued.

You stepped forward, engrossed in the story. That poor man. You couldn’t imagine being hounded like that. Your heart ached for him.

“I have no beef with a disfigured man from human history,” Loki said.

“Your club sits on his land. You mock him with your den of sin. His home. You flaunt your pretty boy looks and lure unsuspecting tourists to your club,” King Valkyrie said and shrugged. “Remember? Vengeance?” She waved the cards around.

Loki sighed and approached her, taking the cards out of her hands. “What’s the real story?”

King Valkyrie broke into laughter and clapped her hands. “How did you know?”

You gasped and looked towards the King. You quickly shut your mouth and made your face blank. You would not admit to anyone that you fell for her story. Hey, she was a freakin’ Valkyrie who told a good story. You’d believe her too.

“I am the God of Mischief,” Loki said. He tucked the cards into his coat pocket.

King Valkyrie sighed. “Fine. It’s so dreadfully boring here. For the cards, I am stumped, same as you. Never came across the like. You might want to speak to Heimdall,” King Valkyrie said.

Loki hissed and rolled his eyes. You raised an eyebrow at him in silent questioning.

“Loki thinks Heimdall is still pissed about slipping his gaze,” the King supplied.

“Why am I not surprised,” you muttered. Loki shrugged with a smirk. You had no idea what you were going to do with this man. You walked over to him, careful to keep your distance, and looked him in the eye.

“Are we not desperate? What can Heimdall do now?” You asked.

“Do not underestimate him,” Loki said.

Okay, you two definitely needed to sit down somewhere and discuss whatever the hell you’re missing there. You needed all of the gossip, like right now. You gave Loki a pointed look and he sighed.

“Fine, fine. Let’s go, Darling,” Loki said.

“Hey, come back and visit anytime. Bring a drink next time! Or a bloody sword to end my life,” King Valkyrie called after you.

You turned back and waved to the King and then felt incredibly stupid for doing so. You inwardly groaned. She’d never invite you back if you continued to do weird shit.

Loki stopped outside of the City building, frozen to the spot. You nudged him. He stared off into the distance, barely acknowledging your presence.

“Loki? What is it?” You asked.

Loki’s jaw clenched, continuing to stare off. You followed his line of sight, squinting into the sun. Some distance away, at a pub, Thor was pushed out of the doorway. He was laughing with someone, slapping the smaller man on the back. Each slap of his massive paw caused the man to bowl forward.

You hissed as you took in the state of your prince. He was chubby, wearing…checkered pajama pants that looked dirty and a sweat-stained sweatshirt. His once golden hair was now flaxen like wheat, thick beard unkempt and matted.

“Oh,” you sighed. You hadn’t thought…you had no idea…

You looked towards Loki. He stared at his brother across the way, guilt etched into his features. Again, you felt out of the loop but that was for another time. You wrapped your hand around Loki’s arm. You nudged him.

“Hey,” you said softly. Loki shook himself as if emerging from a trance. He smiled at you.

“Come, we’ll see Heimdall tomorrow,” he said. He put his head down and started walking forward. You stopped him and moved until you could look at his face.

“Don’t you want to say hi to your brother?” You asked.

“Stay out of it, Darling,” Loki said.

“But, he’s right there. Clearly hurting. How long has he been like this?” You asked.

“Leave it,” Loki said.

“But shouldn’t we help him? Has he talked to anyone–”

“I said, drop it, Darling! You’ve no idea what you’re talking about. None! He’s…fine. He’s grieving like the rest of us,” Loki snapped.

You took a step back from the vehemence in Loki’s sapphire eyes. “Darling–”

You lifted a hand. “I’ve tolerated a lot of shit from you, Loki. But you don’t ever speak to me like that.”

“I’m sorry–”

You lifted another hand. “I’ll find my own way home,” you said.

“Please,” he said. He called your name and you turned away from him. You will not let this man see more of your tears. You knew on a rational level that he was not mad at you. It wasn’t personal. But that was no excuse to talk to you like that. You were asking an innocent question.

You looked toward Thor once more. He had a bottle of ale in his hand and he was stumbling down the road. The town drunk. You won’t presume to know what happened there or why he was like this now. It’s not like you two were friends or that you had checked up on him these past five years.

You’d asked about him plenty of times, since Loki always seemed so down after going into town. You assumed that sometimes he saw his brother. Maybe he didn’t. Maybe he spent these past five years hiding like everyone else. Trying to pick up the pieces left behind in Thanos’ wake.

What did you know? Besides, Loki needed to cool down and you did not want to be around him right now. You were liable to truly hurt his feelings. Your own anger simmered. One night of bliss and it turned into such a shit show.

You mentally kicked yourself. You knew sleeping with him was a mistake. Sex only ever complicated things and it was bullshit. Thinking with your pussy rather than your head. You kept your head down for five fucking years and threw it all away, for what? For one night of sexual gratification?

Ugh. You were disgusted with yourself. You crossed your arms and walked down the road. You were aware of Loki’s gaze on you but you refused to turn around. You didn’t want to deal with this shit. You didn’t ask for it. And you certainly didn’t ask to babysit Loki’s hangups.

You walked home more confused and angry than you knew what to do with. How could you face him now? How did you begin to fix this? Whatever the hell this was?

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b1ueoff1ine · 1 year

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any smut scenario with Loki? I'm feeling horny for him

The Bar

Loki x Reader

Summary: After an argument with your husband, you have some angry sex on the stairs.

Warnings: SMUT! SMUT WARNING! MINORS DNI! p in v sex. unprotected sex. angry sex. curse words. (Let me know if I missed any!)

A/N: my first smut fic! give me some hype!

WC: roughly 900 words

Loki slammed the door to your shared two story home, kicking off his shoes.

You removed your own shoes, tossing them in the corner.

"How many fucking times have I told you to stay away from that fucking bar? And every single time, you dont fucking listen!" Your husband sneered.

"Relax! Okay, I was drunk as fuck. You cant fucking blame me for that!"

"You were sober fucking before that! And to find you kissing Thor, no less! That bafoon better stay away from my damn wife!" Loki replied, his tone sharp. "You are mine! Not my brothers, not some drunk fool's!"

You were fuming. "My life is mine! You cant control everything fucking I do! I can go to that damn bar whenever I want!"

"No! I have told you over and over that bar is dangerous for drop-dead gorgeous women like you!"

"Flattery wont work on me now, Loki. Besides, it was only Thor!"

"It was only Thor? It was only Thor! You don't understand! He is my brother. Not some hot guy you can ditch me for!"

You glared at him. "I dont care! It's my life!" You sneered back.

The two of you glared at eachother for a few minutes, the tension rising at a rapid rate.

Then when the tension reached its peak, the two of you lunged at eachother, ripping at each other's clothes.

Loki had you pinned to the stairs in seconds, your jeans already completely off your legs. He let you slide his sweatpants and boxers down, enough to reveal his hard cock. He ripped your panties off, tearing the fabric.

He automatically started thrusting into you, his thrusts getting faster and rougher as the seconds ticked by. You moaned as his shaft reached places it never had before.

"Looooookiiiiii-" you moaned.

"I fucking hate you sometimes." He cut you off as he thrusted deeper into you. His cock was massive, and it filled you up completely.

But you were nearing your climax. He just felt too good inside of you. You moaned louder as you neared your climax. You knew he wouldn't let you come until you had been fucked to overstimulation.

Your walls clenched around him and he thrusted faster.

Hearing her moan his name was a relief to Loki. To him, it showed him that she really was his, and not his brother's.

"Ah- that's the spot- keep going... faster- harder!" She moaned under him, a clear sign she was enjoying being fucked.

He obeyed her commands, thrusting his cock into her harder and faster.

Then when she begged to let her come, he wrapped his hand around her throat, choking her.

"You come when I say you can, naughty bitch."

"Please, Loki, please! I'll be good! I promise!" She whined.

Damn. She just looks so pretty under me. Loki thought. You know what? I need to show her she is mine.

So Loki fucked her and fucked her into overstimulation. Then he came. He spurted, his seed entering his wife, his thrusts becoming slow and faulty.

You came when he did, yours and his juices mixing within you.

His thrusts were no longer faulty, but soft and slow, letting you ride out the orgasm.

You both felt sorry for the words you had said. All you had needed was some sex on the stairs to make things right...

"I'm sorry-" you said at the same time, then you giggled and he laughed.

"Sorry I said what I had said. I love you, but you are my wife. Not my brother's."

"Its fine- I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have gone to that bar, and, to be honest, I knew what would happen if I did."

"Then why did you?" He sounded curious, but there was a hint of anger still in his voice.

"I guess I wanted to get drunk? To see my friends? I dont even know anymore..." Your voice was soft yet self-inquiring. "But I will never, ever, go to that bar again. And I will not speak to Thor off duty- unless needed."

"Good." He removed his shaft, enclosing it in his boxers. "Now dear, get your clothes on. We have company coming some time in the next half hour."

"Got it." You replied, climbing up off the stairs, heading to your room and to your shared dresser.

Loki followed.

You grabbed a new pair of panties- since Loki tore the first one. You slid your panties on, then moved to your jeans.

Loki watched as you snaked your legs through the jeans. You could feel the blaze of his eyes on you, raking across your figure.

Not even five minutes later, there was a knock on your door. You opened it to find the company you had been expecting: your parents who absolutely despised Loki.

If they found out about what had just occurred, they would surely never want to see you again.

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sarahrogersevans · 1 year

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Loki’s First Time Cuddling- Loki Laufeyson xreader headcanon

Summary: it’s Loki’s first time cuddling with his midgardian girlfriend Y/N and isn’t sure what to do and explains to her how he feels & why

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of Loki’s hard past with his family, fluffy comfort

. Loki never really understood physical affection or why people did it until Y/N helped him to understand what it meant

. Loki and Y/N are sitting in bed and Y/N wants to cuddle but Loki has never cuddled before so he is nervous and isn’t sure what to do and says “so for cuddling, what do I do?”

. Y/N is surprised he’s never cuddled before but is happy to show him, Y/N says “here sit close to me and wrap your arms around my waist.” Loki does his best and feels nervous at first but smiles at the feeling of having her close to him and says “darling I’ve never had any sort of physical affection from anyone before.. my family never physically showed that they loved me or even said it.”

.Y/N turns around to face loki and sees him crying and gives him a hug and says “oh Loki I’m sorry, I hope you know I love you, I love you very much.” Loki smiled and hugs Y/N back not wanting to let go and Loki said “I love you Y/N you mean everything to me, thank you for loving me dove.” Y/N kissed loki and said “you deserve love Loki, you are a wonderful man.”

. Y/N gives loki a few tips on cuddling and says “sometimes while people cuddle people watch tv or listen to music, if you wanna do that we can or if you wanna read while we cuddle we can do that too.” Loki kisses Y/N and says “I’d be happy just sitting here holding you my love but we can do anything you wish.” Y/N loved when loki read to her and said “Can you read to me? I love when you read.”

. Loki picked up his favorite poem book and Y/N laid against Loki while he read outloud and Y/N slowly fell asleep which Loki loved that Y/N felt comfortable laying against him

. Y/N made Loki’s first time cuddling very special for him and he hoped they would cuddle more often together, loki finally knew how love felt while watching the love of his life sleep on his chest

. Loki would cuddle with Y/N every chance he could get with her and Y/N loved that it made Loki happy

Hey lovelies!! 🤗💚💚 ok so I didn’t have too many ideas for this one sadly 😅 but I thought this would be really cute!! I hope you all enjoy xx

Taglist:

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@jessybarnes

@nana1000night

@sunshine-on-my-mind

@chrisevansdaughter

@writersblog20

@delicatecoffeepeanut

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If I forget to tag anyone please let me know xx💗

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viviennes-tears · 6 months

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Purpose and family (Tom Hiddleston, X reader wife, kids and Loki cast one shot)

18+ blog: It is YOUR responsibility, as a reader, to think about the content that you consume at your own discretion.

A/N: I took some inspiration from Tom's recent interview on Jimmy Fallon's Tonight show in the end for the title and a little bit of the dialogue from it as well as the behind the scenes dialogue too. So I hope you all enjoy it.

Thank you to anonymous for sending this prompt and waiting so patiently for it. I enjoyed writing the balance between family life, work family and the fluffiness with the hint of smuttiness too. Also your full ask was very sweet and I thank you for your support of my work ❤️ x

Also for those who don't live in the Uk half term is when you have a small breaks in the school year. Just in case you didn't know that.

(Reminder prompt requests are closed at the moment. Keep checking either the bio to this collection or my profile for when I will be taking them again)

Prompt requested by Anonymous on Tumblr: I wanted to submit a request after seeing your lovely tom hiddleston fic where he and reader are married and have lots of kids so his cast members tease him about it on the documentery tapes and his kids also play some role in the series/movies.

If u r comfortwble can u pls include some fluffy smut and some teasing about making another by tom

Summary: Tom and the cast of Loki give the fans a tour of the sets and talk about their time on the show whilst having a lot of fun. Most of the time his co-stars tease him about the way he messes around onset and the way he acts around his kids when they come to visit him while onset over half term. When filming is all done Tom comes home just in time for dinner and later he tells you that he's been thinking a lot about having another kid.

Warnings: Oral sex female receiving, teasing and smut (mild)

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"Hello, I'm Tom Hiddleston and this is the magnificent Ke Huy Quan!" Tom says excitedly as he introduced Ke to the camera and puts his arm around him.

"No, you're magnificent!" Ke says, causing both men to laugh and joke around as if they have known each other for years before working on the Loki series together.

"We're here in Ouroboros or OB's workshop set here in the TVA and we invite you to come and take a look around with us!" Tom says to the camera once they have collected themselves again, as they both extend their free arms out in gesture to the set around them.

The camera then proceeds to follow the pair around as they start to do a tour around Ouroboros' workshop. The set itself is jam packed with many busted up bits of TVA technology, many scrap pieces of random metal objects and OB's tools. Yet everything in the chaos of the mess is really where OB knows exactly where things are, or rather an organised chaotic mess, that's all confined behind a yellow help desk. Whereas the desk itself is littered with your typical office supplies and retro orange computer and telephone that sits in its cradle on the opposite side. There are even little cubby spaces behind the desk that are only briefly seen and houses many of the objects that could be missed on screen, unless someone goes looking that closely like many do for any hidden easter eggs. Also there's a vast network of tubes that are fixed at various points in the ceiling, and are all interlinked into one bigger tub that comes down the centre, at the back of the set. Which is the fastest way for the TVA agents to get their Tempads or other devices sent to OB to be fixed quickly than traveling down to the floor itself.

Whilst the camera follows Tom and Ke showing off the set they seem to act like children on Christmas Day, as they continue to laugh and become delighted about showing off the tiniest details on set. Some details which they explain that you might miss on screen, but the objects are still there nonetheless. Also in between the two talking about this particular set from the audience's perspective they will see cuts to certain images from a few scenes of the show to see how it all looks in the final cut.

"What's your favourite part of this particular set?" Tom asks Ke after they give the tour around, as they lean against the front of the big yellow desk, while Tom has his arms crossed and relaxes himself.

"Oh my goodness, that's such a difficult question! Every set is beautiful and it's been such an honour to be here....to work everyday has been loads of fun with such an incredible cast and crew! Everyone has been so welcoming to me into the Loki family...into the MCU family, everything has truly been an amazing experience." Ke's enthusiasm was very infectious and his smile seemed to catch on too.

Tom and Ke continued to interview each other for a while longer before the camera transitions into Sophia and Wunmi being interviewed separately by someone off camera. In both interviews they talk about the wholesome atmosphere onset and about what they're hoping the fans will get out of the new season. Of course they both then go on to mention Tom after briefly discussing other cast members, after all without Tom and the fans there wouldn't be a show at all.

"Tom is really great...he's always honest and hilarious. You always find your cheeks hurting from laughing so much." Wunmi says in her interview before the cross over to Sophia.

"Working with Tom is like being a kid again. He's always getting everyone to play games and messing around onset...it also reflects in the energy he brings to Loki. Even when his kids came onto set for a few days during their half term, honestly they had so much the fun...the way he would involve them in the games too, also when you see Loki mimicking the inflatable man in the show, it was amusing to see him with his kids do it too behind the scenes. They really do take after him." While Sophia fondly spoke, clips of the cast playing games and Tom with your kids while mimicking the inflatable man came onto the screen while you stand nearby laughing, it all brings her words to life for the audience watching.

After a compilation of the cast hugging Tom and other behind the scene clips, with parts of different interviews over-layered or inserted in between, interviews mostly about the cast talking about Tom and teasing him. Then the screen transitions over to Owen and Tom being interviewed together. The pair sit comfortably in their chairs as they are interviewed by someone off camera like most interviews. Similarly to the first season behind the scenes they went off on a tangent and it clearly showed they have great offset chemistry still. The last part of the interview focuses on the show's purpose and family.

"Tom is a family man even though we all tease him about how crazy he and his kids can get, but it's very sweet too." Owen says with a kind gentleness, as Tom's cheeks heat up and he chuckles from hearing those words. "Personally I think his other half, Y/N, she's lucky to have a guy like him." He added and felt Tom's hand squeeze his shoulder in a gesture of thanks.

"Yeah, everyone does tend to tease me about it and the fact I can still act like a child myself...but I think when playing someone like Loki it requires that playfulness...that mischievous side of yourself to have fun and Loki has had a lot of fun with his tricks for the time I've been playing him. Although that's what this show is about finding meaning, your identity, your purpose in life...but also it's about family which is exactly what Loki has always been about." Tom says, speaking passionately and fondly of his time playing Loki.

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"Daddy!" Your kids yell in unison, as they rush towards Tom as soon as the front door of the house opens, Bobby closely following behind them. He was finally back home.

"My darlings!" Tom says cheerily, as he crouches down on his heels with his arms open wide and his little ones rushed right into his waiting arms, also he kisses their cheeks in turn. The three of them hug tightly as Bobby bounces around with his tail wagging like mad, but he barks when he doesn't receive any attention right away, causing Tom to chuckle. "Hey Bobbers, I’ve missed you too!" He adds with laughter in his voice as he frees a hand and pats his faithful furry companion.

"Hey." You say softly after emerging out of the kitchen and into the hallway. A smile appears on your lips as Tom smiles up at you before he stands back up to his full height. Both of you then slowly meet half way in the hallway, he takes you into his arms as soon as you're in reach and softly kisses you.

"Ew!" Your son says, causing you and Tom to chuckle and break away from the kiss.

"What? You've seen Daddy kiss Mummy before." Tom says, as he keeps one arm wrapped around your waist as he addresses your son, although your son just crunches up his face in disgust and you both can't help but laugh again.

"He's a baby." Your daughter says cheekily and your son sticks his tongue out at her for teasing him.

"Yeah well Daddy wanted to show Mummy some love too, alright?" Tom said with still hints of laughter in his voice and you tightly held onto him back.

"Mummy missed Daddy too, you know." Your voice matched Tom's as you spoke to your kids, but you loved how they interacted with each other, you could defiantly see what everyone sees and that's how much they're like Tom.

After you all welcomed Tom home he then let Bobby out back before you all settled down at the dining table for dinner. Despite you and your little ones visiting Tom over their half term break nothing could beat this moment here and now. You seemed to zone out while watching your family having dinner while talking and laughing amongst themselves, it felt wonderful to have everyone together like this again, a feeling you always enjoyed whenever spending time together.

"Is everything alright, love?" Tom asks softly a few moments later, after he freed up his right hand and placed it on top of yours, caressing yours with his thumb gently bringing you out of your thoughts.

"Humm...yeah-yeah, everything is more than alright." You reassured him as you focused on his beautiful eyes.

"Sure?" He had to ask again. He's always felt the need to ever since you started dating years ago. He's also always been very protective of you, especially how badly relationships have been in the past for both of you, in different ways sure yet you've both experienced similarities all the same too. Of course his protectiveness had expanded when you both had children together, which showed more whenever they accidentally fell down or hurt themselves in any way.

"Promise." You replied before leaning towards him and pecking him on the lips, earning another noise of disgust from your son. "Hey you...eat your dinner." You playfully chastised your son.

"Don't forget to eat your peas now, otherwise no dessert." Tom adds in the same playful way, making your son shake his head as if he's actually been denied dessert, the very same look you've seen on Tom's face before too when denied dessert.

"Eat up then." You encouraged and that's exactly what your son did.

"You too, princess." Tom says with a gentle warning, as he catches your daughter sliding peas off her plate and feeding them to Bobby who's sat beside her. With that gentle warning she put her plate back down on the table and continued to eat all her dinner like her brother. Neither wanted to miss out on dessert.

Much later when your kids are tucked up in bed with Bobby staying in their shared room for the night you and Tom had gotten yourselves ready for bed too. Whilst you brush your teeth Tom was sitting in bed comfortably as he made a start on a new chapter of his current book. He was so engrossed in it that he hadn't realised you were coming back into the room.

"You always look so good with glasses on." You teased, as you climbed into bed next to him before kissing his cheek, making his cheeks heat up and a chuckle to escape his lips as he turned his attention towards you instead.

"And you always look good in my clothes." He says playfully, after noticing you decided to wear a pair of his joggers and one of his t shirts for bed.

He quickly marks his page and puts the book on the bedside table before he grabs you by your waist and pulls you closer towards him. You don't hesitate another second, your lips touch his lovingly and sweetly, as your hands come up to hold his face gently. This time you could enjoy the kiss instead of being interrupted, it was a nice feeling, especially as he returned your kiss in kind. When your lips parted neither of you could stop smiling for no real reason at all. Just being together in this moment felt like no time had been spent apart, and your love for each other is as strong as ever, if not more so. Although it didn't take long before you began making out as if you were teenagers again and hands began to wander over each other's bodies.

"Then again...you look just as good when they're on the floor too." Tom says sultry, with that suggestive smirk on his lips, while he strokes your hair softly and this time you're the one with reddened cheeks.

However a few months ago you were self-conscious about still having some extra weight on your body after having two kids. Tom had eased your worries though, he's great like that because he still loves you and praises your body no matter how you thought you looked. To say he adores you is an understatement. You often even ask how come you got so lucky to have someone like him in your life and love you so much for who you are both inside and outside.

"Tooooommmm." You say childishly between giggles, as he gets more handsy, also he's being very playful with his touch on your body, as well as kissing all over your face and down your neck.

Tom chuckled against your neck as he continued to kiss down it, the slight roughness of his stubble brushing against your skin, not that you minded it as you actually liked it. He then kissed down to your collarbone, whilst his fingers found their way underneath his t shirt on your body and caressed your skin softly. Eventually his fingers hoisted his t shirt further up your body and his lips moved down to kiss your abdomen. His breath warm against your skin and the slight roughness of his stubble brushes you there now too and makes you giggle. When his kisses trailed upwards his fingers pushed his t shirt up even higher, revealing more of your body to himself, his mouth then latched onto your nipples in turn. He gently sucked and circled his tongue around each of them in turn, while he kneaded your other breast, pinching and rubbing the other nipple before his hot wet mouth switched over. You moaned softly as he paid special attention to your breasts and you felt him smirking as he sucked a little harder and circling his tongue around every now and then.

Before you knew it Tom had removed his t shirt completely away from your body and pulled his joggers down and off you too. His kisses trailed up from your calves to your thighs as his hands caressed your body softly. His stubble scratches you and leaves a slight stinging sensation in its wake. He was just showing his appreciation of your body, treating you like a queen, squashing any ill thoughts you might have going on in your mind again about how you looked. Soon enough you felt him part your thighs, his noise brush against your clit briefly before his mouth latched onto it, gently sucking and humming with approval. His humming sent vibrations up your body and you felt a shiver run down your spine. In return his ministrations increased, his hot mouth around your clit sucked more intensely, before his tongue pushed through your wet folds. He moaned as he vigorously began sliding his tongue in and out of your heated core, your own soft and quiet noises of pleasure escaped your lips, his hands also taking a firm grasp on the back of your thighs as he brought up your core closer to his mouth.

After a while you came all over his tongue and some dribbled down his chin. As he looked up at you after he had helped you through your climax his chin was glistening with your arousal. He then smacked his lips together and licked them clean before wiping his chin with the back of his hand. He just sat on his knees for a bit enjoying how you looked in the aftermath of your climax with a smirk gracing his lips.

"You know...I wouldn't mind having another little pair of feet running around the house. " Tom suddenly says, with his fingers lacing with your own, as he comes to lay beside you now. Neither of you had spoken about having any more kids before, you were a little surprised by him suggesting it, but you weren't at the same time, due to the fact you know he's always wanted a lot of kids. Long before you met him even.

"You want another one?" You asked, as you look into his eyes deeply while trying to work out how serious he is about this.

"Yeah...I really want another with you, Y/N. You're already a wonderful mother to our little ones and I just...I still feel that need to be a parent again. I admit I miss having to do all those little things with having a baby around, you know? Like teaching them how to walk, how to talk...oddly even getting up for nightly feeding" He says softly with slightly reminiscing laughter about being a parent. "I miss everything about having a baby. Don't get me wrong I love our kids so much, you know I do, yet I can't help but think about having another lately." He adds, his thumb caresses your hand as he keeps your fingers laced together, his expression was just as telling as his words are. He really wants another kid with you.

"I miss it too." You eventually spoke up after letting his words sink in, although it's been five years since your youngest was born, yet you had to agree that you miss everything he just said too. Despite thinking that you'd done having more kids up until now, you knew at that moment you wanted to start all over again.

Tom's face lit up like a Christmas tree when you told him you wanted the same thing. It didn't take him long before his lips were back on yours. The taste of yourself still lingered on his tongue and you moaned into the kiss as you pulled him closer to your body. He took that as a hint and took off his nightwear while trying not to be away from you too much. The pair of you were all tongues, mouths and hands again, but when you felt his erection pressing against your thigh your body shivered.

"Let's get you knocked up." Tom says teasingly and wiggles his eyebrows after your lips parted making you laugh.

He proceeded to flip you over onto your back ready, his grasp onto your hips firmly as he brought himself into position. At first he brushed the head of his cock against your sodden pussy a couple of times, making you jolt excitedly, and a gasp to escape your lips. You thought he was going to be rough with you at first, but instead he slowly pushed inside of you and began to make love to you gently.

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blackleatherjacketz · 6 months

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Veritas: Chapter 3

Loki x Female Reader

Summary: Loki convinces you to take things into your own hands.

Warnings: 18+ Only!, Mature Content, Explicit Smut, Manipulation, Praise Kink, Verse Loki, Power Bottom Loki, Soft Dom Loki?, Kissing, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Scratching, Biting, Hair Pulling, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Soul Bonding, Magic, Shame, Loki's Avoidant Attachment Style

Word Count: 2k+

Read the rest of the story HERE!

“Where I’m from they would have sculpted statues to display your magnificence, painted dozens of portraits for all the realms to witness the perfection of your beauty. But I want to see you step into your power.” His eyes fall down your face as he tugs on your bottom lip, grinning as he watches your mouth open for him. “Your true power.”

Within an instant he snaps his fingers, forcing your bra and underwear to disappear from your body as if they were only an illusion to begin with.

You gasp and looks down at yourself, trying your best to mask your complete and utter shock as your nipples harden against nothing; the rest of your body remaining bare before him. You knew this part was coming, that much you can be sure of. All signs had pointed to this since the very first moment you saw him, a more than familiar pattern revealing itself despite the magic and soothsaying that came along with it. He may be a god, a wizard or witch of some sort, but he’s still a man where it counts. You at least knows how to navigate around that… or so you think.

“I want to see you shed this apologetic, docile version of yourself these humans have molded you into,” he continues, releasing his grip on your face only to step away from you. “Isn’t that what you want, too?”

You nod, the tension between you palpable as his knowing gaze all but eggs you on as you notice the bulge between his thighs. It stretches the black fabric of his dress pants as he walks backward toward the bed, his upper body glowing in the changing light of the fire. His raven locks fall just above his shoulders as the back of his knees finally hit the mattress, halting him in his tracks. But instead of taking your hand and pulling you near like you expect him to, he merely stares at you knowingly, his eyebrows all but disappearing into his hairline as he waits in silence.

Oh, he wants me to…?

Your heart pounds in your chest, thumping heavily against your rib cage as the realization creeps over you like a heavy fog across a sullen morning meadow. You haven't initiated physical contact with anyone you've been with before now. You've never really had to. All the other partners you've had before him had innately taken over control, told you what to do, or simply put you in the position they wanted you in, but that wasn’t about to happen here. Not tonight. Not with him. You can see that now.

“T- take off your pants,” you tell him, hoping that your tone comes off more assertive than it feels.

He snickers as a slow smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, shaking his head scolding. “Don’t ask for it, darling. Demand it.”

Demand it? You've never demanded anything in your entire life before, but you guess that's the whole point of this, isn't it?

"Try again." That smirk turns into a smile as he stands his ground, shifting the weight in his hips.

Try again? Fuck, he’s serious, isn’t he?

You clear your throat and straighten your spine, standing taller than you normally would as you purposefully harden her gaze. “Take off your pants.”

“Make me,” he taunts, a twinkle in his eye showing you just how much he’s enjoying this little game of his.

Jesus.

“Take. Them. Off.” You order sternly before taking a few steps toward him, closing the gap between them as you attempt to shed all those years of submission in a matter of seconds; your hands all but shaking as they somehow find their way onto his belt. You look up into his eyes, their faint hue now darkened with want as you unfasten his buckle along with his pants, smoothing your hands beneath the earthly fabric with ease. His skin is softer than you imagined, his muscles almost malleable beneath your palms and you slide his clothes down the curves of his ass.

“That’s it,” he whispers breathily, his mouth falling slack as you finally frees him. “Now take what belongs to you.”

All of time seems to stop as his request unlocks something deep inside of you. Each caress and embrace before this had merely picked the tiny parts of the lock open until his magical phrase finally turned the key; clicking everything into place.

Take what belongs to you, you repeat in your head.

You push him onto his back, the soft comforter muffling his fall as he lays there, ready and waiting while you allow the fantasy to take over. You let herself believe that a god among men really wants you to let go of everything you know, to relinquish all your inhibitions as he lays willingly at your feet; a sacrifice for the greater good. He’s perfect, an obscene image of absolute beauty as his enormity bobs in full view between his thighs, a single droplet of precum giving away his eagerness to aid in your spiritual transformation. His hands remain patiently at his sides as you crawl onto the bed, his muscles visibly twitching in anticipation as you rakes her fingernails across his skin, forcing his body to roll into your painful touch.

“What belongs to me?” You repeat his words back to him as you scratch the tougher skin on his upper thighs, gliding your nails over his hips as he bucks up in response.

“I do,” he tells you through hooded lids, balling his hands into fists as you pierce little white trails up his abdomen and down his pelvis again, leaving your mark as you get closer to his groin each and every time. “I belong to you.”

“Just like that?” You tease, getting into character more easily now that he’s beneath you. You lick your lips and look down at his shaft, practically begging to be touched as you graze your fingers between his thighs, almost close enough to touch him this time.

“Yes,” he admits, biting his lower lip as you finally spit on the head of his cock. “Yes, just like that.”

“Good.” You grasp him in your palm, feeling your own moisture begin to collect at your center as you stroke him with ease, your own saliva oozing down his member and between your fingers. You watch his face twist in pleasure as you gently lick his tip up and down, over and over again before slowly opening your mouth to take him past your lips. He tastes so much different than any other man you've had before, his impressive girth pushing against your tongue as you relax your throat to savor that almost… refreshing flavor of his flesh.

You can feel his hand on the back of your head as you take in more of him, his long fingers weaving their way into your hair as you consumes every inch with growing fervor. His grip tightens once your lips become flush with his pelvis, your spit now spilling down between his thighs as you nearly gag before coming up for air and starting all over again. You can hear him whisper your name, his voice faint and ethereal, somehow distant yet near. His body writhes beneath you with each thirsty pass over his cock, his fingers all but ripping the hair out of your head before you eventually slow your pace, quieting down his grateful whimpering. Reluctantly, you pull your messy lips off of him with an audible pop, kissing a trail up his shaft one more time before winking at him.

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you, you know that, darling?” He smooths his hands through your hair as you climb up and straddle his hips, resisting the urge to thrust up inside you as you carefully hover over him.

Instead of flipping you over and having his way with you like he’s used to doing with so many others before, he lets you grab him at his base, squeezing just enough to brew a subtle growl from his throat before spreading your clear coat of neediness over the tip of his dick. Back and forth you go, like a paint brush over both of your most pleasurable spots, coloring their skin in multiple shades of iridescent hues that only the two of you can begin to see.

“Isn’t this so much easier?” He breathes heavily as he tries to hold back his release, grazing his hands down your body as you continue your good work. “Giving into your desires instead of fighting them?”

“Mmm hmm,” you moan as you use his body to send yourself through the roof, that last magical push of his head over your clit making your body quiver in a bright rainbow of sheer delight.

“It’s what you were made for.” He grasps onto your hips as he watches you come undone, pulling you down onto him as your muscles involuntarily squeeze around him. “What you were born to do.”

That line from before burns a bright white as the two of you finally connect, hot to the touch as it slithers inside you both, moving your spines in time with one another as he rises up to kiss your lips, completing that perfect circle. It bonds you together in a way you can feel but can’t quite comprehend, fusing you together as if you'd always been a part of one another, your carnal reunion now blatantly obvious in its inevitability. In this moment, you can’t remember anything else before him, how you survived your mundane life without his touch to excite you, his kiss to calm you or his voice to ring in your ears.

You can feel him stretch your muscles to capacity, holding you in place as he glides in and out of you with moans so beautiful, you swear you've never heard anything like them before. They only seem to enhance your pleasure as you rise and fall around him, drawing out moans of your own as your fingers get tangled in his hair in an attempt to bring him closer, to taste more of his mouth, but it’s no use. The chorus of his moans mixes in with yours and the steady beat of his upward thrusts until your orgasm forces him to slip up and surrender completely. He can’t help but cry out your name, a muffled plea against your lips as you breaks his threshold, holding onto you for dear life as he coats the inside of your slick, swollen walls with his automatic release.

Your smooth grip pulsates every last drop out of him as your legs find their way around his waist. They tighten around his hips as he continues to frantically spill his pleasure into you until there’s absolutely nothing left. You shudder around him, resting your forehead against his as you convulse together in unison, refusing to break contact even the slightest bit. You relish in the feeling of his sweat blending with yours as it coats your skin, the sensation of his hands on your body and the sound of his heavy breath deepening as his convulsions slowly die down.

“How good does that feel, taking what you want for once?” He kisses you again, closing his eyes to savor the sweetness of your lips before moving on to taste the flavor of your neck as he feels himself ooze out of you and onto his pelvis.

“Good,” you whisper, gasping as he bites down onto your clavicle and sucks a deep bruise just below it. “Different at first, but … really good.”

“Well, we’ll have plenty of time for you to practice.” He mouths his way down your chest, lifting your arm up to continue his path of kisses beneath your armpit until the sharp angle of his nose forces you to clench down around him again, halting his own breath in response. “To become who you were always meant to be.” He slowly inhales the pheromones emanating from your axilla, eyes rolling back into his head as he takes in your natural scent. “Before we move onto other things.”

“Other things?” You cradle his face in your hands, forcing him to look up at you as his hands find their way onto your backside, squeezing your cheeks.

“You deserve so much more than what you’ve been given,” he tells you earnestly, the iciness returning to his stare. “So much more than how they’ve treated you.”

You stare at him, all the pleasure and praise almost numbing you into forgetting that he told you about a rage he carries around with him as well. How could you continue letting him dote upon you like this without making an effort to return the favor?

“And how have you been treated?”

Loki clenches his jaw at the question, eyes watering before quickly peeling your hands off his face and setting them down at your side. “It’s time to rest now, don’t you think?”

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strawwritesfic · 8 months

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Avengers Guys Taking Care of You When You're Sick Imagines

Hello! I caught some sort of very fun disease doing work-related things last weekend, so I came up with these imagines! I thought I'd post them for funises and because making you think of the dialogue yourself is way easier when there's very little oxygen entering my brain.

Disclaimer: I don't really do imagines, so I'm not even 100% sure that's what these are. They might just be headcanons? Listen, man, I'm an old person on the Internet. I don't know what I'm doing.

Also, I wrote these starting in the middle of the night after having only eaten marginally for three straight days and sleeping about a total of two hours over the course of 48 hours. Also, I didn't proofread them on account of the cinderblock shoved up my nose being very distracting. (But if there's something wrong, do feel free to bring it to my attention, and I will change it.)

Pretend these are in a world where COVID isn't a concern. I didn't feel like dealing with masking and isolation.

Let me know if you'd like to see later phases or groups!

EDIT: I forgot Clint. I blame the cinderblock. He's been added.

Enjoy!

Tony Stark

Let's face it. This guy is not in any position to play nurse. He hardly knows how to take care of himself; you're a different person entirely! Plus, he's not exactly into the idea of catching your cooties. Once you've got the ick, he is out of the bedroom and camping in his lab until you're no longer showing symptoms.

But that doesn't mean you're facing this alone. If this is before Pepper takes over Stark Industries as CEO, Tony's got her and Happy running around making sure you have anything you want--anything. More cold medicine? Done. A house call from your doctor? Called them 20 minutes ago; they're on their way. An authentic pizza directly from Italy? It's yours. If it's after, he will go get everything for you himself; it's just going to take a lot longer, and it'll probably take him five trips to actually get the right thing.

He won't leave you completely alone either. He'll call you up on one of the tablet phones and talk to (or at) you for hours. Heck, if you're bored, he might even set it up so you can watch him tinker on the suits from bed.

James Rhodes

You don't want Rhodey to find out you're sick. He's a busy guy, whether he's working with the Air Force or the Avengers. But he's gonna find out. Maybe he isn't able to call you as often as he'd like, but as soon as he makes contact, he's going to know you're sick from the word "hello."

He hates that you're often sick when he's quite literally half a world away. He doesn't want you to deal with your illness alone--and you won't. If he's still working primarily at the Air Force, you're on base with loads of fellow military officers and their spouses, and soon you've got more casseroles than you know what to do with. If he's with the Avengers, things are a little trickier. He can't ask Dr. Cho to fly in from Korea for a cough, and it's not like FRIDAY can answer the door for Uber Eats. Pepper and Tony aren't going to let one of their best friend's SO suffer, though! They love you, too. One or both of them is going to make sure you've got a house call from a doctor very soon.

As soon as Rhodey is off work, he's back with you. He'll cook dinner--something healthy that he knows you like. Then you'll both head to the couch or bed, snuggle up under a big blanket, and watch old movies until you fall asleep beside him.

Thor Odinson

Asgardians don't get run-of-the-mill illnesses, and any illness they do get is way more spectacular than what Midgardians deal with. Because of this, Thor finds your run-of-the-mill illness fascinating. Like, almost annoyingly so. Although he's fine to leave you to go on missions or the like, he is otherwise right there with you, delighting in every cough, sniffle and sneeze. If anyone on the team points out that you're, you know, sick, Thor is quick to remind them how incredibly tough his SO is. He knows you'll pull through!

Still, he doesn't want you to feel awful, so he's going to seek out advice on what he can do to help you. The results that come from this depend on who Thor decided to ask. Dr. Strange? Probably earn you some decent medications and/or treatments, even if Thor isn't 100% sure exactly how to use them. Loki? Then you're probably going to end up with Thor trying a dozen different things that don't make you feel worse but definitely don't make you feel better either. Hey, Loki's got no vested interest in helping out his brother's SO.

At the end of the day, at least you won't be left alone very often, and there is something endearing about a guy who thinks it's cute when you're so full of snot you can't think.

Loki Laufeyson

Loki is a much less...obtrusive companion than his brother is. Sick Midgardians are boring. They just lay around all day, producing the most horrible liquids from every part of them. He's got better things to do than sit around all day watching that...

...is what he wants everyone to think. He knows you don't like be smothered either. So Loki does go about his day as usual for the most part, but that doesn't mean he isn't checking in quite regularly. He'll slip into your room every few hours or so just to make sure you're resting. He won't wake you if you are. And the things you need have a funny way of appearing on your bedside table whenever you wake up: the remote control, a container of hot tea, even clean pajamas if you aren't feeling capable of walking to the bathroom for a shower.

But just because you don't like being smothered doesn't mean you want to be alone the entire time. Loki knows that. He's probably not going to crawl into bed next to someone who is coughing and sneezing and already warmer than they want to be, but he's perfectly content to pull a comfortable chair over to your bedside and sleep there. And when you get bored of watching TV or just need something quiet to fall asleep to, he's always happy to read aloud to you from whatever book he's reading.

Steve Rogers

Steve may no longer have the ability to get sick, but he remembers being sick when he was skinny, and he knows it's no fun. He also remembers the things that Bucky did for him that helped, and he'll try all of that on you. This leads to a bit of quarreling when Tony reminds him that they live in the 21st Century and have better ways of helping people with sore throats and coughing. But Steve eventually relents, and you get a good combination of things that make you feel better.

He's good at compartmentalizing, so he can put worrying about you aside when he needs to lead the team. The second they don't need him anymore, you're back at the forefront of his mind, and he's headed right to wherever you are. Even if you don't need anything he can provide you, he wants to make sure you're okay.

Since Steve doesn't get sick, he's 100% ready to cuddle. This is great when you have chills, and not so great when you're having hot flashes. He respects you if you ask him to please get the hell out of the bed. He lets you rest when you need rest, and is perfectly happy to just hang out in the room with you, quietly drawing in his notebook so he's there if you do need him.

Bucky Barnes

If Steve remembers getting sick, Bucky remembers being the one to take care of Steve when he was sick (after Steve's mom died). He does not handle seeing you sick well. At all. He cannot stop worrying about you at all. Never mind that all you've got is a stuffy nose and a cough, he's pretty much convinced that you are going to die on him any minute.

He's very reluctant to leave your side when you're sick. Even if there's some world ending-crisis that the team needs him for, he'd rather stay with you. Oh, he'll go to help with the world-ending crisis, but he's going to be thinking about you the entire time. Everybody on comms is going to get real tired of him using any downtime to wonder aloud if this will make [Name] feel better.

If you're lucky, Natasha or Sam or Steve might take pity on you and insist that Bucky take some time away and quit worrying so much. But unless they take him on outing to get you something (food, flowers, medicine, etc.), he's not going to want to go. Unless he's directly looking at you and confirming that you're okay himself, he's just not going to be able to settle. Until your fever breaks, don't expect Bucky to leave your side for very long, if at all.

Clint is a very normal guy wen it comes to his SO being sick. He's not too pushy or too distant. When you wake up with a sore throat, he makes you a cup of hot water with lemon juice in it, brings you a small breakfast in bed, and checks the medicine cabinet before he leaves for work. If there's anything you're low on, he'll make sure to pick it up on the way home. He'll call you at lunchtime to check on you, and if you say you need anything then, he'll pick that up on the way home, too.

If he has to go far away for work, of course Natasha is there to run errands and check on you. And if they're working together far away, you might get a very rare, very strange visit from Director Fury delivering cough syrup. Coulson pops by, too. Clint's got a pretty big support network willing to fill in any gaps he can't when he's working.

When he's at home, Clint mostly leaves you alone. He knows you need rest. There's plenty of work for him to do around the place anyway. But whenever he takes a break, he'll pop into the bedroom and ask you if you need anything if you're awake. He's always quick to tell the streaming service you're still watching, too, just so it's still going when you wake up. And he buys loads of your favorite takeout to tempt you to eat.

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Illicit Affairs

Summary: A marriage built on nothing but childhood infatuation was always bound to fall apart. The love you once thought you had for Thor has dwindled to nothing but indifference. He doesn't know the things you crave and makes no effort to find out, so you turn to the one person who will fulfill all your filthy desires: his brother.

Genre: Smut

Loki x f!reader

Word count: 9k

Loki Masterlist

AN: I'm considering writing more for this, but I have nothing set in stone just yet. The ending has been left intentional so it gives me an easy point to pick up from if I do decide to continue, but also so that this can be read as a one-shot if I decide not to!

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, mild degradation, mild BDSM, impact play, exhibitionism if you squint, choking, bondage, orgasm denial, hair pulling(reader is mentioned as having long hair), manhandling, oral (m receiving)

When the clocktower tolled faintly in the distance, somewhere in the very heart of the city, you were still awake to hear it.

It had tolled five times in the time your husband had rolled off you and fallen straight to sleep, each echoing clang of the bells mockingly louder than the last, taunting you that, while the rest of Asgard slumbered, sleep had still not claimed you.

Thor slept soundly beside you, his obnoxiously loud snoring a sure testament to the deep state of his rest. He hadn’t stirred once at your incessant turning in the sheets not at the number of frustrated sighs that left you as sleep continued to be evasive. Rightfully, you should have been as exhausted as he was, sated and sleepy in the warm afterglow of your husband’s love. As it were, you were neither tired nor satisfied. When once his hands had elicited sparks of electricity and pleasure when they caressed your skin, now you only felt dull, like his lovemaking was something to be endured rather than enjoyed. If nothing else, that was a sure sign that the two of you were drifting apart like two boats against the current.

You hadn’t expected him to take you tonight. In truth, the nights of your lovemaking were getting further and further between, so much so that you suspected he had become a frequent visitor to one of the several brothels that were scattered throughout the city. Not that you cared; you had visited them more times than you could count in the past few months. Tonight, though, on the eve of his coronation, he had been especially…vigorous, heaving with buoyant energy and desperately in need of an outlet. As it happened, he had decided that you would be that outlet.

Being the dutiful wife and Princess, you had opened your legs for him.

He was drunk, stinking drunk, but still, he clambered on top of you, not even caring to fully remove your gown. He was never rough, not in the way you wished for, anyway, but tonight he hadn’t been gentle. Filled with ale and a sense of his own importance at being a hair's breadth away from being King, he had chased his pleasure ferociously, pounding in and out of you at a punishing pace that should have had you seeing stars.

Instead, you felt nothing.

The faints sparks of pleasure that tried to ignite within you fizzled out almost as soon as they began and, no matter how hard you concentrated, how hard you imagined, his forceful thrusts were nowhere near enough to drive you towards the edge, towards release.

Release.

It had two weeks since you’d had a proper release, one not of your own doing. Not since the last time you had been…

No.

You couldn’t think of that. Not now. No matter how much you wished that, instead of being under your husband, you were instead under…

No.

You pushed it from your mind, instead letting your eyes squeeze shut in feigned ecstasy as Thor continued thrusting into you, his fingers rubbing nowhere near your clit.

“There we go,” he said through pants and increasingly erratic thrusts. “That’s it. So beautiful, dear wife,” he praised you, clueless that your pleasure was nothing but a figment of his imagination. With a final few juddering thrusts he tipped over, his blonde head falling to rest on your shoulder. Spent, he sloppily kissed your cheek, gracelessly removed himself, and rolled off you, landing with a resounding thump on his own side of the bed. Within seconds, the quiet of the room was broken by his thundering snores.

Hours later, you still lay awake, burning with need and feeling the depth of indifference you now felt towards Thor grow steadily deeper with each breath you took.

It hadn’t always been like this.

Once, not so long ago, Thor had been your entire world. You had loved him fiercely and unselfishly, besotted with him because of who he was and not who he was destined to be. This love, a love that you once had described as undying, had begun to fizzle out shortly after your wedding. All too late, you realised that the intense love you felt for Thor was nothing more than a passing infatuation, and now you were stuck in a marriage to someone you felt no ounce of love for and who hadn’t the faintest idea how to keep you happy.

A marriage that had been sealed with unbreakable vows.

With a groan, you swung out of the bed and the tangle of cool sheets in one fluid movement, bare feet hitting the stone floor that was, thankfully, always warm. Carelessly shrugging on the silk wrap that had been a wedding gift from the Allmother and slipping your feet into flat slippers, you eased quietly from the inner sanctum of your chambers, Thor’s continued loud snores assuring you that he hadn’t noticed your absence.

Beyond your chambers, the living area stood still and frigid, the full moon hanging in the sky outside the window illuminating the space in almost tranquil half light. You paused for barely a second before creeping to the ornate double doors of your chambers in a soft flurry of footsteps, soundlessly easing one open and slipping into the main body of the palace. Usually bustling with a mixture of palace servants and Einherjar, the halls now stood silent as Hel before you, the only sound breaking the quiet being the faint flickering of the flaming torches that lined the palace walls. Without a thought as to your final destination, you began to walk.

The soft sound of your footsteps echoed off the stone walls as you skillfully navigated the palace corridors, but you met not a single soul along the way. Briefly, you considered throwing caution to the winds and sneaking beyond the palace walls to your favoured brothel, tucked away in the seediest corner of the city. Erling would welcome you, as he always did. His strong, powerful hands would give you all the pain and pleasure you craved. Or perhaps you would have Runa make you quiver under her supple thighs. It would be foolish, though, to attempt to sneak through the city on the eve of Thor’s coronation. The people were likely still celebrating thoroughly, and you were much too recognisable to slip between them undetected. If word reached Odin that you frequented Asgards brothels and were placing the legitimacy of the succession in jeopardy he would have your head. He was already beginning to grow irritated that you had yet to produce an heir, something you were going to great pains to prevent. It would be wise not to provoke his anger further.

There was, however, another option. It was one that had you court danger in the ultimate way, but one you had taken twice before regardless of the peril it placed you in. It had soothed the ache your husband left between your legs, satisfied your most craven desires in a way Thor would never entertain, and all without leaving the palace walls. It would be all too easy to change your course, to go straight ahead up the staircase instead of turning right, to follow the path you had taken twice before to the east wing and to…

No.

You refused to consider the idea any further. Once had been a mistake, twice a way to get back at Thor in a fit of rage. To go there a third time would make it something more, something it decidedly wasn’t.

You turned right, coming to a stop outside the Allmother’s private library. It had been your sanctuary long before your marriage to Thor, something the Queen had detected and granted you unlimited access to.

“A life at Court isn’t always easy,” she had said, kindness radiating from her every feature. “We all need a place to escape to. Perhaps this can be yours.”

If only she knew the irony her words now held.

The delicate gold door handle recognised your touch, swinging open noiselessly to grant you access. Immediately, the rich woody smell of the room mixed with the scent of old books greeted you like an old friend. You had been in this room countless times, but you were constantly struck by the sheer beauty of the place. From the ornate winding staircase that led to the upper floors to the great dome of the ceiling that flooded the room with both sun and moonlight, it had Frigga’s touch painted all through it and was, in your mind, the most beautiful room in the palace.

You wandered aimlessly along the row of shelves on the bottom floor, refusing to go near the upper levels that had been the stage for your first mistake. While the upper levels contained the more interesting volumes - volumes of magic and enchantments and the Allmother’s home of Vanaheim - those on the bottom were heavy tomes of Asgardian history and battles for power that had happened long before you were born. In other words, it was the perfect place to search for something so amazingly dull that it would hopefully lull you to sleep. Your hands landed on a particularly thick volume on Bor’s conquest of the Dark Elves, something you cared little about, and you took it to curl up in one of the blue wingback chairs by the empty fireplace, turning the book open to a random page.

After a while, you did feel the first dregs of sleep begin to seep in, but this only made your mind wander. It had been directly above that his sudden appearance at the end of the row had startled you and you could still hear his derisive laughter when you had tried to throw a book at him. He had taunted you with the most intimate details of your marriage with Thor, likely being able to feel how wound up and unsatisfied you were, and you could still remember the blinding sweetness of what had followed.

The sharp sting of the whip.

The cutting bite of the stone balcony beneath your breasts as he’d bent you over it.

“So responsive, pet. Does my brother make you sing like this?”

You didn’t love him, not by any stretch of your imagination. What you felt towards him was indifference, but it didn’t stop you from admitting that he was a miles better fuck than his brother. While Thor had since stopped caring about whether your pleasure was real or imagined, Loki kept you dancing right on the edge before submerging you in it.

The thought of that first night, and the second that had followed, had you clench your thighs together at the familiar throb beginning in your core. You could wait one night, perhaps two until the festivities died down, and slip out to visit Erling or Runa, or maybe have them both. You could wait.

“I’m going to come down that pretty little throat of yours and you’re going to swallow it all.”

The book slammed shut. You couldn’t wait. You needed to be fucked, properly fucked. Hastily, you returned the book to its place and left the library, taking quick, determined steps towards the east wing of the palace. Consequences be damned; it wasn’t as though Thor hadn’t strayed from you too.

The walk from the library to his wing was thankfully as eventful as before, though the faint clink of armor in the distance warned you that some of the Einhenjar were close. The doors to his chambers were identical to your own, the same aged oak inlaid with swirls of gold, but yet acutely more imposing, even on your third visit. You didn’t have to do this. You could easily turn back to your chambers, to your unhappy marriage and the man who only now used you as a last resort. You still had time to stop this from becoming more.

The unrelenting ache between your legs, though, made the possibility of more seem of little consequence, something you could deal with after…

You reached out and knocked firmly on the door, the sound echoing ominously around the empty hallways.

Maybe he was asleep.

Maybe he was out.

Maybe there was still time to -

The door clicked open, a small sliver of light creeping across the stone floor as he came fully into view. “Well, well,” his voice was low and alert. He hadn’t been sleeping. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Princess?” he asked, sarcasm dripping from your title.

You glowered at him for a moment. The bastard knew exactly why you were here. “Shut up and let me in,” you spat, moving to shove past him but finding his arm suddenly blocking your path.

“And why should I do that?” he replied silkily.

“So we can braid each other’s hair and discuss the thrilling details of Thor’s coronation,” you threw back. “Why do you think?” You pushed forcefully against his arm and put up no resistance, a quiet, dark laugh hitting your ear as you pushed past.

His living area beyond the door was just as neatly organised as it always was, the only sign that you had disrupted something being the mess of scrolls and maps on his table along with a half-drained decanter of wine. You crossed the space in six purposeful strides, filling a goblet almost to the brim and knocking it back easily.

“Please help yourself,” Loki mocked, his footsteps silent on the enormous rug underfoot that ran across most of the room. He stopped two feet away from you, hands folded neatly behind his back while he took you in.

“Shut up, Loki.” You snapped back, wiping errant droplets of wine from your lips with the back of your hand. Your words held little bite, something he likely had come to realise. All it would take was a simple shift in his tone, a few carefully chosen words, and you would be at his mercy, allowing him to take control in the way you ached for. Forcefully, you set the goblet back on the table, the glass decanter to its side visibly shaking. “Well?” You said, spinning round to face him?”

Loki merely regarded you coolly. “Well, what?” He asked with a subtle raise of his brow.

You gave a small “tut” of derision. “Don’t act daft. You know why I’m here,” you said, meeting his cold, green gaze with your own.

“Do I?” He responded, tilting his head a fraction. “Why don’t you humour me, Princess?”

You saw the beginnings of a smirk flicker on his face and fought the urge to slap him. Defiantly, you held his gaze, but, eventually, you crumbled. “He still isn’t…satisfying me,” you admitted slowly, feeling a faint heat begin to cross your cheeks. Here you were simmering for him to have you in the filthy way that only he could, yet you still felt easy embarrassment admitting to your disappointing sex life with your husband.

He gave you a look of feigned concern but remained exactly where he was. “I’m so sorry to hear of my brother’s continued impotency. I can all but imagine the stress it’s placing on your otherwise blissfully happy marriage,” he mocked.

“We are very happy,” you lied, which made him snort with laughter. “I only want…need…more than he’s willing to give me.”

“Mmm.” He purred back, his trademark smirk spreading across his face as he stalked towards you. “Like the sting of my whip?”

Immediately, the slickness between your legs became impossible to ignore. His whip. His cane. His bare hand. You’d take whatever sweet torment he would inflict on you, anything that would make you feel something other than the relentless frustration Thor continued to leave behind.

“Yes,” you answered, your voice raspy with palpable need.

You hated that it was him. He was smug and scheming and altogether unpleasant, but he gave you what you craved, what Thor wouldn’t even entertain. If your husband was vanilla, Loki was strawberry and honeycomb, and all the flavours that set your senses aflame in ways you hadn’t known possible.

“Yes, what,” he said, closing the remaining distance to tower over you, green eyes glinting.

You held his gaze. It was pointless to pretend you didn’t know what he was asking and even more pointless to pretend you hadn’t craved it with every fibre of your being since you had last walked out his door. “Yes, I want you to whip me,” you said. “My prince,” you added with emphasis, a jolt of adrenaline shooting through your veins.

Loki grabbed your chin, the action brusque and cold. “Was that so hard to admit?” He gave you no time to answer, roughly yanking you towards him and pressing his lips firmly over yours. There was no love in his touch, no gentleness or passion, only a harsh demand that you submit to his will.

You surrendered easily and without question, eager to pass him the reigns of control and let him submerge you in the heady mixture of pleasure and pain that you craved.

When Loki pushed you back, it was so sudden that your steps faltered, your hip catching on the corner of his writing table and making the goblets rattle. You felt your heart pick up at the thought of what was about to come, the excitement and danger you itched for.

“Take it off.” He said, nodding to the pale lilac wrap that still hid you from view. Wordlessly, and without breaking his emotionless gaze, you untied it and let it fall in a pool at your feet. Loki, as he always did, ran his eyes over you slowly, almost making you shiver. “A stunning canvas.” He spoke quietly, closing the distance between you both again.

He was standing so close you could smell him; cedarwood, patchouli, and the faintest hint of leather. Your breathing hitched in your throat as you watched him closely, waiting…

It happened in a split second, so quickly that it took you a few moments to register the cold roughness of the stone wall at your back and the delicious feeling of Loki’s hand holding you there by the throat, applying just enough pressure to make it feel good.

You laughed, the sound coming out throaty and harsh around Loki’s hand. “At last. We’re starting to get somewhere.”

His eyes narrowed dangerously and he increased the pressure on the sides of your throat just a fraction. You could feel the slickness growing between your thighs. “You are courting danger, Princess,” he said, echoing your earlier thoughts.

“If you cared so much about danger you would have asked me to leave long before now,” you threw back, intently watching his face. “What’s the matter, my prince? Are you starting to get scared?” you goaded him.

“You would be wise to choose your words carefully,” he threatened, his face so close to yours that you could smell the wine on his breath.

“Or what?” you challenged.

“Or you’ll leave this room aching worse than when you arrived,” he said, a threat that only excited you more. How far could you push him?

You smirked at him, enjoying how easy it was to push his buttons. “Is that a promise?”

It was Loki’s turn to laugh, a hollow sound that only made you thrum more. “Oh, trust me, my dear, that’s not a promise you want me to make.”

He removed his hand from your throat, almost making you whine at the loss of pressure. With ease, he grabbed both your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head. You felt the cold bite of the stone seep into your skin, a sharp contrast against the blood pumping hotly through you in anticipation. He leaned into your neck, the edge of his nose trailing slowly down your skin, inhaling your scent. Despite your best efforts, you shivered, feeling him smile against you.

“I think,” he spoke softly, a faint note of danger present in his tone, “my brother is far too gentle with you. Wouldn’t you agree?” He asked, sinking his teeth firmly into sensitive skin.

You gasped sharply at the sudden stinging pain, carelessly rolling your hips towards him in need of even a small degree of friction against your aching cunt. You tried to squeeze your thighs together, a hopeless action as Loki placed his knee firmly between your legs.

“I asked you a question,” he said smoothly, his grip tightening around your wrists.

“I agree,” you said quickly, delighting in the rough feel of his tunic against your bare skin.

“Mmm,” he hummed against your skin, angling his head to bite at the point on your throat that had you yelp and arch against his vice-like grip. “I bet the oaf has no idea how enticingly sensitive you are.”

“And I bet…” you began, your words coming out close to a pant, but quickly dying on your tongue when a sudden icelike coldenss wrapped around your wrists.

Glancing swiftly up, you saw that intricate gold shackles now replaced Loki’s hands around your wrists, the two chains merging into one and secured by his magic to the wall behind, stretching you taut and making your breasts jut out. A similar sensation happened in tandem around your ankles, encasing them in the same gold shackles, but, instead of chains attaching you to the wall, a firm metal bar materialised between them, ensuring that you couldn’t close your legs against whatever torture he was about to unleash on you.

You shivered in anticipation.

Silently, you met his gaze, finding his green eyes blazing with intensity. He was as aroused by this as much as you were, by the utter taboo of it all.

“If only the people could see their future Queen now, spread out like a common whore.” He taunted, letting one hand trail over your breast to twist a nipple. You let out a faint hiss of pain, and he used your momentary distraction to twist his other hand into your hair, pulling your head back and completely immobilising you under his touch. “What will it be tonight, my dear?” he whispered in your ear, causing a fresh wave of heat to sweep through your entire body.

You could feel how soaked you were, practically dripping for him in a way you had long since stopped with Thor. He was rough, he was filthy, and he was exactly what you needed to satisfy the blazing ache within you that your husband no longer could.

“The riding crop. Please,” you said, voice laced with obvious desire.

With another cruel twist of your nipple that caused you to cry out, Loki smirked menacingly. “Mmm, we are feeling rather wound up tonight, aren’t we?” he purred, twisting his hand further into your hair.

Your cunt clenched hard at his question, a hot ache throbbing through you, desperate for even the faintest touch to soothe the flames. “Yes,” you said through gritted teeth, a guttural growl following suit when released his grip on your hair to firmly twist your other nipple, a momentary preview of what was soon to follow.

His wicked grin grew wider. “How fortunate for me,” he said, removing his fingers from your breasts. You released a quiet breath of relief, one that quickly hitched in your throat when the black leather riding crop materialised in his hand. He took two steps back, emerald eyes glinting and hungrily taking in every inch of your exposed body, as though he was debating where he would first make you writhe under his attention. He placed the crop flat against your collarbone, slowly dragging it between your breasts and down your stomach, the action making your muscles jump and a trail of goosebumps to erupt in its wake. It was so soft, so gentle, compared with what was to come.

“Such an exquisite body, yet completely absent of my brother’s marks,” he murmured almost thoughtfully, now tracing the crop over the slope of your breasts and making a shiver wrack down your spine. “If you were mine, I’d have you covered in my marks.” He said, punctuating his words with a sudden smack of the crop against the side of your breast. A sharp hiss escaped you at the sweet sting of pain that bloomed beneath your skin. Another followed in quick succession, only a great deal harder making your eyes squeeze shut at the bite. “What do you say?” Loki asked firmly.

“Thank you, my prince,” you replied quickly, easily falling back into the unspoken dynamic that had existed from the very first night you came to his chambers. He provided you with an outlet to be submissive; you thanked him for every mark he left on your body.

He smirked in front of you. “Good girl,” he praised you, making your cunt clench again. Teasingly, he moved the crop between your legs, rotating it on its side and lightly rubbing it over your clit. You groaned, yanking hard against the shackles and desperately trying to lower down to increase the friction. To no avail. Loki let out a feigned “tut” of concern. “How ungentlemanly of my brother to leave you so unsatisfied, my dear,” he mocked, tracing the crop back up your stomach. You couldn’t help but whine at the loss of even the lightest touch against your aching core.

You had been in his chambers for little under thirty minutes and already your body felt like every single nerve had been exposed, like the slightest touch would have you careening towards the heights of pleasure. Loki played your body like a violin, so starkly in contrast to the unending nothingness you felt under your husband's touch.

“When was the last time you had a proper orgasm?” He asked, beginning a quick series of sharp flicks against your breast. The pain was bitingly sharp and caused a stuttered gasp to fall from your lips before you could contain it, but it was the sort of pain you had been craving.

“The last time…ugh…I was here,” you replied, firmly wrenching against the shackles with every flick of his wrist.

“So long ago? Poor thing,” Loki continued to taunt you, never ceasing in his merciless whipping of your breast. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the soft whoosh of the crop as it sailed through the air and the gentle smack of it hitting your skin, broken only for a second when he switched his attention to your other breast. “If my brother keeps this up soon you’ll forget what pleasure even feels like,” he purred, the sting of the crip becoming more pronounced with every flick.

“Do you…ah…do you think…your chambers are the….ah…only place I seek my pleasure?” you bit back, head falling back against your shoulders while you revelled in every sweet snap of the crop against your breasts.

It was a comment that only earned you another punishing smack. “Trying to make me jealous?”

You let out a throaty laugh, raising your head to meet his searing gaze. “And why…would I care if you were jealous?”

His eyes narrowed dangerously and he gave a final brutal snap directly to your nipple, pulling a rasping groan from your throat. In the type of silence that made you know he was building up to something you wouldn’t like, he trailed the crop back down your stomach before removing it completely from your body. You watched him closely, attempting to anticipate his next move.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed. “If you open them I’ll hit you twice as hard.”

Your cunt fluttered, hips rolling gently against nothing. You closed your eyes. The sudden darkness was almost unsettling. You could hear his quiet rustling, the soft shift of his footsteps. The inability to prepare for whatever he was going to do next had your heart beating like a drum. Was he still in the room? Had he disappeared in a glow of green light leaving you chained to his wall? Was he…

The sudden sharp smack of the crop against your clit had you cry out, the breath leaving your lungs at the biting impact.

“Don’t forget your manners, Princess,” Loki said, his voice dripping with feigned sweetness.

“Thank you, my prince,” you replied, voice shaky as you fought to steady your racing heart.

Once.

Twice.

Three times he whipped your aching clit, each impact of the crop making you twist against the restraints, each sting magnified tenfold behind your closed eyes. Again and again, the crop struck between your legs, pulling steady groans and whimpers from the depths of your lungs and submerging you in an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain. You loved and hated it in equal measures, but its gaping absence in the past two weeks had a vocal plea for more dancing on the tip of your tongue.

Until there was a thundering knock on Loki’s chamber door.

Despite his earlier command, your eyes flew open, filled with unbridled panic as you found his. With a lazy smirk, he set down the crop and created a duplicate of himself that sauntered across the room. While he opened the door, the solid Loki pressed flush against you, his fingers dipping between your burning folds and massaging your clit. Your heart plummeted when you heard Thor’s booming voice ask the duplicate if he’d seen you, telling him how unlike you it was to disappear in the middle of the night.

If only he knew.

In front of you, the real Loki kept circling your clit, an amused smirk spreading across his face. “You better be quiet,” he murmured as Thor’s voice continued to fill the room. “I imagine my brother wouldn’t take too kindly to seeing you like this.”

You bit down firmly on your lip as small waves of pleasure began to ripple through you, hands balling into fists so tight you were sure you would draw blood. With each expert swirl of Lok’s fingers, you had to forcefully contain a moan, almost holding your breath in a desperate attempt to stay silent. You silently begged Loki with your eyes to stop, prayed that Thor left the doorway, that Loki’s duplicate would hurry up and shut the door. If he kept touching you like this, skillfully working you towards the edge, you would come undone in a matter of minutes, something he knew that even Thor would pick up on. Thor couldn’t have remained for more than a handful of minutes but in your chained state each second that ticked by felt like an eternity.

When the door finally clicked shut and Loki’s duplicate disappeared, his fingers instantly left your clit. Against your restraints your body practically sagged with relief, though your heart continued beating so furiously that you feared it would take flight.

“You really are courting danger tonight, aren’t you?” he taunted, stepping away from you and picking up the discarded crop.

You barely had time to come down from the adrenaline rush that Thor’s unexpected interruption had caused before Loki resumed whipping you, but all too soon you were swept back up in the sweet sting of pain. Your breathing came in heavy, deep pants, hands balled into tight fists as the sharp torment of the crop continued to reverberate through your core. The final flick of leather against your cunt was harder than the others but, although tears were pricking in the backs of your eyes and you fought vainly to close your thighs, you loved every second of it.

Loki stood silently before you, his eyes keenly watching the sharp rise and fall of your chest as you caught your breath. “How stunning you look covered in my marks, my dear,” he said. “I think you should always look like this.”

You swallowed thickly, savouring the exhilarating afterglow of the pain and waiting impatiently for what would inflict on you next.

Nothing came.

Instead, almost as quickly as they had materialised, the golden shackles that encased your wrists and ankles vanished, their sudden and abrupt absence making you fall to your knees. The cold bite of the stone floor beneath you was a welcome relief against your flushed and burning skin. You had all but three seconds of relief, though, before Loki’s firm arm wrapped brusquely around your middle.

“Don’t get too comfortable, Princess,” he growled, lifting you easily from the floor as though you weighed nothing more than one of Odin’s ravens. In large measured strides, he crossed the floor to his bedroom, wrenching open one of the double doors with more force than you knew was necessary and throwing you on his bed with such strength that you bounced on the mattress. “I haven’t finished with you yet.”

“I…I should like to hope not,” you replied, quickly trying to gain your bearings from among his silk sheets. .

“Always wanting more, aren’t you?” he said, a bite in his voice that suggested he wasn’t only talking about tonight. From the bed you watched as he roughly pushed up the sleeves of his tunic, exposing the slender muscles of his arms and the prominent veins rippling beneath his skin. With effort, you pulled your eyes away. “What if tonight I don’t give you more? What if I don’t give you what you want?” his voice was like ice.

You supported yourself on your hands, an arrogant leaving you while you narrowed your eyes at him. “As though you’d turn me out. You’ve always trailed after Thor like a puppy desperately waiting for some leftovers to be thrown your way. You’re not going to give up any opportunity to have something that he’s had.”

For a moment, a long moment, there was silence, the only sound being the faint flickering of the fire in the living room beyond the doors. You watched his eyes, seeing a new depth of coldness creep over the emerald green, accompanied by a sadistic smile creeping across his face. “Oh, princess,” he said quietly, “You’re going to regret that. I said nothing about turning you out. I said I wouldn’t give you what you want.”

With another effortless flick of his wrist, you felt the biting cold of the metal shackles once again. Your hands were pulled from under you and chained off above the top of his bed while simultaneously your ankles were chained tightly to each elegant post at the bottom. You couldn’t help but laugh again. “Yes, you’re doing a tremendous job of not giving me what I want.”

The strike of the crop against your cunt was so sudden and so viciously sharp that you jolted, back arching as far as you could against his silk sheets. “What do you say?” Loki asked, running the crop lightly over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You stayed silent, defying him without even opening your mouth, delighting in pushing him as far as you could. He whipped your cunt again, this time harder still, making a whimper leave you before you could stop it. “What do you say?” he repeated, voice low and menacing.

You swallowed thickly. “Thank you, my prince,” you forced from between gritted teeth.

“Better,” Loki replied, though he sounded far from placated. With renewed vigor, he returned to whipping your cunt, each strike of the crop feeling harder than the last, each one accompanied by a loud cry or quiet groan. Spoken or not, you knew this was punishment for something. He had been on edge since you arrived at his door and this little session appeared to be just as much a release for him as for you.

Each strike of the crop against your cunt had you wincing, quiet hisses of pain slipping from your lips with the resounding sting. You were so drunk on the heady mixture of pleasure and pain, so focused on the burn between your legs being an intoxicating blend of your arousal and the bite of the crop, that you didn’t realise several stray tears had fallen from your eyes until Loki’s voice broke through your thoughts.

“What’s wrong, Princess?” he purred mockingly. “Am I being too rough with you?”

Deciding to further court danger, you answered him with a strangled laugh. “Is that really the best you can do?”

Chest heaving, you watched him intently. You saw the faint lift of his lips, the tick of a muscle in his jaw, the darkening of his green eyes. He gave one last merciless strike to your cunt, one that had you cry out so loudly it echoed off the walls and stopped. You barely had a second's reprieve when, in a flurry of limbs and green light, he had flipped you over onto hands and knees, your hands now left free but ankles still chained to the posts of the bed, completely on display for him.

“Are you this much of a brat for my brother?” he asked, resting one hand on your ass. “Or is this reserved just for me?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you replied, doing your best to look over your shoulder at him.

Without ceremony or warning, he harshly slapped your ass, making you groan with want. Again and again, before your marriage to Thor had deteriorated, you had begged him for this, begged him for even the slightest hint of pain. Again and again, he had refused, always with the same argument that he didn’t want to cause you pain and always ignoring your pleas that it was precisely this pain that brought you pleasure. Loki had no such hesitations.

You felt the smooth leather of the crop part your folds once more, lightly tracing over your swollen clit and making you rut against it like an animal in heat. The moans that fell from your lips were sinful, the type that, since Thor’s attention had waned, only Loki was able to conjure.

“Would you like me to fuck that pretty little cunt, Princess?” he asked, increasing the pressure of the crop against your soaked folds.

“Yes,” you groaned automatically

“Why don’t you ask me nicely?” he teased, tracing slow, agonising circles.

Your hands in the sheets balled into fists. Already you could feel the small sparks of pleasure erupting in your core and the temptation to let go and allow them to build was almost overwhelming, but if you went over without his permission…

“Please…please fuck me, my prince,” you said, desperate for him to give you what you had been aching for for the past two weeks.

The plea had barely left your mouth when the glorious friction from the crop stopped. You whined out of frustration, a sound that quickly escalated into a cry when Loki struck your throbbing cunt once again.

“No,” his voice was barely a whisper in your ear. You hadn’t heard him get any closer.

“Bastard,” you said under your breath, dipping your head between your shoulders and half hoping he heard you.

You heard him step back from the bed, heard the quiet rustle of clothes and the soft pad of his footsteps back towards you. He’d removed his clothes, letting you see every beautiful, finely chiseled inch of him as he climbed on the bed and knelt in front of you. You noticed two things: the crop still held in his hand and his aching length right below your eye level.

“Open,” he ordered.

You raised your brow at him defiantely.

“I said open, Princess.” He repeated, bringing the crop down roughly on your ass and making you squeal. He brought the tip to your lips and you stared him down for just a moment longer before obediently opening your mouth. “Good girl,” he praised, continuing to slide his impressive length down your throat. When you had taken as much of him in your mouth as you could, he twisted his hand into your hair, yanking your head back to make you look at him. “Impress me, and I might let you come tonight.”

Your cunt fluttered at the empty threat, at the possibility that you wouldn’t get what you had come here for. Resisting the urge to bite down you began to bob on his length, long, slow strokes that quickly pulled a raspy moan from him. You let him fall out of your mouth, only to flatten your tongue and run it up the underside of his cock, closing your lips back around his tip and swirling your tongue around it. You took as much of him in your mouth as you could, the musky, masculine scent of him invading your senses. A free hand closed around his shaft, pumping him in time with each slide of your lips. You heard him groan above you, felt his hand twist more firmly into your hair, and, without warning, felt the fresh sting of the crop on your ass. As best you could, you looked up at him with insulted eyes.

“Consider it…encouragement,” he said, his voice husky and dripping with arousal.

He put pressure on the back of your head, making you begin to move again and slide your tongue teasingly along his length. You could hear his every broken inhale, every curse that fell from his lips, every groan as you skillfully worked him with your mouth. Just as you settled into a rhythm that had him practically keening, you felt the sting of the crop again, the suddenness of the action having you squeal around his cock.

“Faster,” he demanded roughly.

You obeyed easily, the throbbing ache between your legs overpowering your desire to push his buttons. You increased your pace, swirling your tongue around him as though bringing him pleasure would automatically grant you yours. To your side, you heard the soft thump as the crop hit the tangle of sheets, and Loki’s other hand twisted into your hair, completely immobilising you as he began to thrust wildly and erratically into your mouth, each thrust bringing his cock right to the back of your mouth and making you gag.

“Such…such a good girl,” he praised, his hands locked like a vice around your head. “You’re making me feel…so good,” he continued, his praise making you drip.

With each thrust, you felt him get closer and in a matter of minutes, he exploded down your throat, hands holding you firm to make sure you took every drop of him. Thick, warm ropes of his cum spilled in your mouth and the moans pouring from his were so loud and so sinful you feared they would wake the palace. When his grip in your hair began to slacken and he slowly slid himself from your mouth, he was still hard and his cock was now coated in your saliva.

With the pad of his thumb, he wiped an errant drop of cum from your chin, pressing it into your mouth to lick clean. “A much better use for that mouth, wouldn’t you agree?” he taunted.

“Fuck you, Loki,” you bit back, your throat raw from use.

He only laughed lightly, gripping your chin between his fingers. “Oh, I know how much you want to, my dear.”

He stood from the bed, moving out of your line of sight and leaving you shackled and exposed to him. The only small mercy was that the crop still lay discarded on the sheets beside you. You craned your neck to try and follow him, a slight sliver of fear jolting through you when he continued to evade you.

When his fingers then suddenly crept between your legs to massage your clit, you whimpered, head dropping between your shoulders as you shamelessly rolled your hips against his hand.

“Does that feel good?” his voice purred from behind you.

“Yes,” you answered easily, the strain of arousal evident in your voice.

“Mmm, would you like more?” he asked, his fingers picking up speed.

You gritted your teeth to stop coming undone right there on his hand. “Please.”

He laughed darkly, sounding increasingly menacing to your ears. “Remember to ask me nicely,” he taunted.

A frustrated puff of air left you. Your mind was so addled with need and lust that you could barely think straight, something Loki likely realised and took pleasure in playing with. “Please…fuck me…my prince,” you forced out between strained breaths.

His fingers came to a stop and you whined at the loss of friction, hips wantonly rutting against air. “I do love hearing you beg for me,” he said.

The mattress dipped you beneath you as he settled between your legs, the tip of his cock brushing teasingly against your entrance. He brushed himself lightly through your folds, pulling another whimper from your lips. You were burning for release, the absence of any in the past two weeks setting a flame alight within your core. You jutted your hips back, desperate to feel him slide into you and fuck you senseless.

“How badly do you want it?” he teased, continuing to brush gently through your soaked cunt.

“Please, Loki…please,” you gasped, silk sheets balled tightly in your fists.

He placed one hand on the small of your back and slid inside you in one firm stroke, filling you to the brim. You cried out, eyes squeezing shut and mouth falling open at how deliciously full you felt. He was bigger than Thor and hit a spot inside you that your husband never did, almost instantly overwhelming you in ecstasy.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, hating that you were giving him what he wanted but unable to deny how good he felt.

He barely give you time to adjust, almost instantly moving in a punishing rhythm that had you feel every exquisite inch of him. You desperately tried to muffle your moans in the sheets, something Loki wasn’t about to allow. He twisted his hand back into your hair, pulling your head back so you were looking straight ahead at the wall behind his bed.

“Let me hear you sing, Princess,” he said, continuing to relentlessly pound into you. “Let the whole palace know who’s making you feel this good.”

Your cunt clenched around him at his words, making him inhale sharply. You knew that, if Thor were to come to Loki’s door again, there would be no hiding what you were both doing. The wet sound of your sex was loud and obscene, filling the bedroom and likely the chambers beyond, but, rather than fill you with cold dread, it excited you. It excited you to think of your husband hurtling through the doors to find you being taken from behind by his brother, and made you burn with arousal to picture him finding you doing something so gloriously taboo.

Loki was speaking to you again, something about how he fucked you better than Thor, but you only heard snippets. You were too focused on the sweet feeling of the coil in your lower stomach winding tighter and tighter, ready to spring loose at a few more thrusts of his cock. Again and again, he hit the sweet spot deep inside you, making your limbs begin to feel weightless and your heart begin to beat as fast as a hummingbird’s wings.

“Loki…’m gonna…gonna come,” you said, voice breathless. You waited, waited for the final few delicious strokes of his cock to send bliss tumbling through your senses and make you see stars behind your eyes. You only needed a few more thrusts against the sweet spot deep inside you, a few more thrusts and you would see Valhalla, just a few more thrusts…

Just as your orgasm began to ripple through you, Loki stopped moving and pulled out of you.

Your eyes flew open as the beginnings of your climax steadily faded away. “Loki, wha…” The rest of your sentence was lost as he flipped you onto your back, shackling your hands back to the bed with a lazy flick of his wrist.

“I told you to choose your words carefully, didn’t I?” he said, kneeling between your legs and stroking himself in front of you. “I warned you that you’d leave this room aching worse than when you arrived.” You couldn’t help but roll your hips against the sheets, eyes locked on his cock that you ached to have inside you. “I think two weeks should be enough. A whole month without any pleasure.”

You yanked against the restraints. “Don’t be an ass, Loki!”

He only raised an eyebrow. “Would you like me to make it three?”

You held his gaze, knowing he could see the inner conflict behind your eyes. You could continue pushing him, see how angry you could make him before he fucked you out of pure rage, but he was already showing how his threats weren’t empty.

“No,” you spat at him reluctantly.

He smiled menacingly at you. “Good girl. Perhaps you’ll learn not to be a brat.” He replied, beginning to stroke himself faster. You had to bite back a whine.

“I’ll just fuck Thor,” you threw back. It was an empty threat, you knew, but it was all your desperate brain could think of.

Loki laughed, a hollow sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “Fuck Thor if you wish,” he goaded, “but, Princess, you aren’t allowed to come. If you do, and trust me I will know, I’ll punish you the next time you come to my door, which we both know you will.”

You lay on the bed seething, quiet indignation coursing through your blood. You had come to him for release, for the pleasure your husband had long since stopped caring if you received, yet here he was denying you the only thing you wanted from him, keeping his promise of making you ache worse than when you arrived.

In a fit of rage, you yanked against the restraints on your wrists. “You are such an ass, Loki!” you said again, unable to think of anything more fitting.

“Careful. You’ve seen what trouble that mouth can get you into,” he shot back, his eyes beginning to flutter closed as he continued to chase his release.

You hated how every moan that fell from his lips had your cunt clench, hated how badly you wanted him deep inside you hitting pleasure points you didn’t even know you had. Almost in a state of awe, you watched him continue to stroke himself, his head falling back on his shoulders when his release finally consumed him, his seed spilling over your stomach in hot, thick ropes. The groan of relief that left him was so primal, so satisfied, that you almost subconsciously lifted your hips from the bed, driven near madness with the need for him to thrust into you.

His eyes remained closed for several moments while he caught his breath, but when he opened them to look at you, his expression was one of such contentment that you thrashed against your restraints, ready to begin begging, to promise him anything if he would only relieve the burning ache in your core.

“Feeling a little frustrated?” he mocked, his eyes settling on the mess of his cum drying on your skin.

“Please, Loki…” you attempted, fresh tears of need pricking your eyes.

“No.” He replied simply, waving his hand lazily to clean you and release you from your shackles. In a movement you would almost describe as gentle, he lightly pulled your hands from above your head to lie them by your side, effortlessly conjuring a sage green blanket to drape over you. “You were so good for me tonight,” he began. “I’m so…””

“Fuck you.” You spat, physically pushing him away before he could lie on the bed next to you. If it were any other night and you were sated from sex, you would have allowed him these few moments of tenderness, would have revelled in being shown such obvious affection in the absence of your husbands. Tonight, though, was different. Tonight you were pissed.

Abruptly, you pulled yourself to your feet, untangling yourself from his sheets and wrapping the blanket under your arms to cover yourself, something that had Loki laughing behind you.

“You aren’t going to stay?” he taunted.

Turning, you saw him relaxed against the top of his bed, one leg propped at the knee with the other stretched out before him, the very picture of sexual satisfaction. “Do you stay the night with your whores?” you spat back, something which only had him laugh louder.

“So I’m nothing more than a whore to you?”

“What do you think, my prince? Don’t tell me you thought this was love? Or that I secretly harboured feelings for you?” you retorted, putting as much bite in your words as you could muster.

Loki’s smile faltered for just a millisecond, his upper lip twitching once. “Heaven’s no. Do you consider me deluded?”

“I consider you a bastard!” you raised your voice at him, striding firmly around his room to the door. Your cunt was still pulsing with frantic need, evidence of your arousal practically dripping down your thighs. If you thought you had been sexually frustrated at the beginning of the night it was nothing to what you were feeling now. The ache was merciless, your cunt continuing to clench and pulse around nothing. You had been so close…

Behind you, Loki laughed smoothly, his mask firmly back in place. “Two weeks, Princess,” he called. “Let’s see how aching you are when we do this again.”

“Fuck you, Loki,” you spat at him a final time, wrenching the door open and making sure to shut it with a forceful bang, having it shake in your wake.

You hated him. You hated his smug, sly face, hated how he had given you what you wanted but denied you what you craved. Most of all you hated that he was right.

You would be back.

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Whatever It Takes

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: angst, hating loki for what he's done, only one bed trope

Summary: You hate Loki and everything he stands for. He ruined a bunch of lives, and you don't want to hear some bullshit on how the mind stone influenced him. He knows he's not a bad person, and he has to figure out a way to prove that to you.

Squares Filled: “god, if only you knew what you did to me.” (2021) for @lokibingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

You take some puzzle books and shove them into your bag along with some coloring books and markers. Where you’re going is known to have spotty Wi-Fi service despite you having the best service, so you’re making sure to bring something to do when you can’t get online. The last thing you put into your bag is noise-canceling headphones so you don’t have to listen to Loki yap the whole time.

The thought of him makes you so angry. You slam your headphones into your bag and zip it up angrily. You’re more than happy to go on missions for the team, but you’re not happy with going on missions that Loki is going on. Even worse, you two are going to be alone for this one. This is a highly sensitive mission that can only have a couple of people on it, and they chose you and him.

You haul your bag to the living room where Natasha and Tony are waiting for you. Loki is still getting ready but he can take his fucking time. You don’t like Loki and you’re not shy about it. Everyone, including him, knows your dislike for him.

“Where’s the fire?” Nat asks when you stomp past her.

“I don’t know why I’m going on this mission. Why can’t you go?”

“You can hack your way through anything. Right now, we need that skill. I’m not a hacker. I kill things to get what I want. You sneak in the back door.”

“Okay, why does he have to go?”

“He’s a master of illusions. You’re the perfect pair.”

“Don’t call us that,” you roll your eyes. “It’s bad enough I have to go with him, but going alone? Why do I have to be alone with him? Come with us.”

“You know why we can’t. The less people, the better. It’s only for a week. You can handle being with him for a week. I’ll even take your next two missions for you.”

“Fine,” you sigh. “Let’s get this over with. Loki! Hurry up!”

Loki appears seconds after you call him with his bag slung over his shoulder. He knows you don’t like him. You make sure everyone knows it whenever you’re within close proximity to him. He doesn't feed into your dislike because that would only egg you on so he silently takes whatever you give to him. It’s cute how angry you can get at him.

Your anger is justifiable. After all, he is the one who fucked with New York and brought an alien race to kill humans. He took Clint and used him as a puppet for his own greed. He killed eighty people in two days. He’s the one who let the Dark Elves into Asgard, causing a war to be brought to Earth. He’s not a good person despite him telling you over and over again that the mind stone influenced him for most of it.

“Have fun, you two,” Tony smirks, “but not too much fun.”

“Gag me,” you roll your eyes. “It’s not going to happen.”

You take your bag to the car while Loki stays behind with Nat and Tony.

“Be gentle with her. I don’t need her coming back in pieces.”

“I’ll check in in a few days,” Loki chuckles and walks out to the car. You fit your bag in the trunk leaving just enough room for Loki’s bag. He heaves it into the car and shuts the trunk. “Give me the keys.”

“Hell no. I’m driving.”

“Darling, you’re a terrible driver.”

“No, I’m not, and I’m not going to let you drive. I don’t trust you behind the wheel with my life in your hands. I’m driving and you can back the fuck off.”

Loki could have won this entire argument if he wanted to, but he’ll let you have this one. If you two are going to be stuck with each other for a week, he’s gonna have to pick his battles around you. This won’t be the only fight and it certainly isn’t the last.

You two pile into the car, and you’re off. Loki turns to you to say something but you immediately turn the music on so you can’t hear him. Loki sighs and lets you have your tantrum, but he does want to talk to you. He lowers the music to speak but you cut him off.

“Let’s get one thing straight, shall we? We’re doing this mission together but that’s all this is. The mission. I don’t want to talk to you unless it’s work-related. Got it?”

“You’ve got to talk to me sooner or later about something else.”

“I choose later,” you smile sweetly and turn the music up again.

Tony is responsible for your shelter and he picks the worst fucking place on the planet. The motel he chose is run-down and old with the sidewalk chopped up, the paint in the parking lots is so faded it’s hard to tell where the next parking spot is, the building looks like it’s going to collapse any second, and the numbers on the doors are no longer there. Only a faded shadow of what was.

The inside isn’t much better, but what did you expect? The people you’re targeting are weapons dealers who choose places like this for a reason. No one would go looking for someone if they were here. Tony is one of your good friends but you’ve always hated his sense of humor. If you call him now, he’s going to say it’s a mistake on his part because there is only one bed. One bed that you and Loki have to share.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you huff out in anger.

“It’s only a bed, love,” Loki says and walks inside.

“I’m sleeping on the floor.”

“Be my guest.”

It’s already too late to do anything so you two get ready for bed. You grab two pillows and drop them on the floor. This isn’t going to be very comfortable but you’ll do it if it means not sharing a bed with Loki. After you brush your teeth, Loki prepares to take a shower. He closes the door before he gets undressed, and you glance over in curiosity. He hasn’t closed the door all the way so you can see him through the sliver.

His back is turned to you but damn, it’s a muscular back. He may be lean but he has well-defined muscles. Thor likes to show his off while Loki is more reserved. His pale skin glistens in the dim glow of the bathroom light, and you look away before he catches you staring. Yes, he’s quite handsome for a God. You’re not blind, you have eyes. No, stop it. He’s a bad person. He’s not handsome.

You shake your head and grab the top blanket layer on the bed to get comfortable. Your back is going to hurt the whole time you’re here but you refuse to sleep on the same bed as him. Loki finishes his shower quickly and quickly changes into silk pajamas. Of course, this motherfucker would have silk pajamas.

He walks out as he’s drying his hair and scoffs when he sees you on the ground.

“Really? You’re going to sleep on the floor?”

“Yes, now go to bed.”

“You can have the bed.”

“No, you take it. I’m fine down here,” you say stubbornly.

Loki sighs and doesn't argue as he gets into bed. An hour after the lights are out, you’re no closer to sleep than you were before. Every time you move, you end up knocking some part of your body onto the cold ground, and it’s starting to piss Loki off.

“Darling, come up here,” Loki finally says.

“No.”

“I will pick you up off this floor and tie you to the bed if you don’t get in it yourself.” If you’re being honest, the thought turns you on. He will make good on his promise so you stand up and transfer the pillows and blanket to the bed. You get in it but stay at the very edge. There is no way you’re going to be touching him in any way. “You’re being a child.”

“Shut up and go to bed.” You close your eyes to get some sleep when you feel his cold hand on your skin. Chills run down your spine but you’re not sure if it’s from how cold he is or if you’re turned on. You quickly slap his hand away before you get your answer. “Don’t touch me.”

Loki chuckles and lays on his back. An hour later, he can hear your soft snores that he finds adorable. Knowing he’s safe, he grabs your waist and pulls you into him. Subconsciously, you snuggle into him which makes him smile. He runs the back of his finger down your cheek gently so as to not wake you up.

“God, if only you knew what you did to me,” he mutters.

He has to find a way to make you see he’s not a bad guy, and he’ll do it for the rest of his life if that’s what it takes.

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There's nothing like The Mango to bring us all together! As a huge "Thank you!" to each and every one of you, and to celebrate my 34th birthday arriving in a month, I'm throwing my first party. My asks (as always) are open, so you can submit requests there, or here in the comments. Pick one of the 34 settings and/or one of the 100 prompts below, then send them to me in an ask! I'll be writing the first 134 requests (or however many I get) over the next month. That's my goal date. They will all get written, so long as they're submitted by 11:59 PM GMT-5 (US Central Standard Time) on November 22.

And now for the prompts

Settings

Bifrost

Streets of Asgard's Capital

Asgardian Wilderness

Inside the Palace (you may specify or not)

Palace Grounds (you may specify or not)

Jötunheimr Wilds

Ruins of Jötunheimr's Capital

Secret Passageway

Puente Antiguo

A Vehicle of Your Choosing

Upstate New York

Project PEGASUS Joint Dark Energy Mission Facility

Stuttgart, Germany

Quinjet

Helicarrier

"That big, ugly building in New York" (Stark Tower)

Sanctuary II (Thanos's ship)

Chitauri Cruiser

Avenger's Tower (not to be confused with its predecessor)

Svartálfheim

TVA

Mongolian Sand Dunes

Streets of New York

New York Sanctum

New Asgard

Sakaar

One of the Grand Master's Ships

Haunted Victorian Mansion

Church

Graveyard

Alter

Midgardian woods

Place of your choosing in MCU

Place of your choosing in our reality

Prompts

Peter's former babysitter meets the Avengers

"Where, pray tell, do you think you're going?"

"Stark? That man is nothing but a dick in a tin can."

"Unhand me, you rancid cumsack!"

"Oh, but for you...for you, darling, I'd do anything."

"What's that, darling? No one has removed these with a blade before? What a shame...we'll have to remedy that."

"Just to feel you pressed upon my need..."

Defying gratification

His forked tongue dancing against the sides of your clit

Bachelorette party

Tony: Doing time as a capsicle/Scott: Now I really want a capsicle...popsicle. I want a popsicle

"Fuck me, Father, for I have sinned..."/"Say seven 'Hail Marys' and suck my cock"

Halloween

Thanksgiving

Christmas

Hiking

Downpour

Snowed In

First Snow

AU (doesn't need to fit one of the above locations)

Caramel apples

Rewrite a story (of your choice) from the Poetic Edda

Timeline branch (you choose where on the Sacred Timeline)

Excerpts from Odin's A+ Parenting Handbook

“You’d do well to pay. It’s in your best interest."

On Wednesdays kings wear chains

Loki on his knees

All tied up (you choose who)

Threesome (so long as I know the character, I'm willing to do crossovers from other fandoms as well)

That one time he had a thing with a horse...

Headcanon from one of my fics (completed or ongoing)

Why orphans are called Loki's children

"I don't negotiate with people who shouldn't exist."

Out of place and underdressed

Witch

Your ex

Crush

Reading

Opening Night

"Selvig is not coming to my wedding!"

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

Kittens and Handcuffs

Lady Loki

The other Lokis

Shadow play

Lost in a corn maze, you meet an overly-helpful stranger

"Come over here and make me"

Ravens

Lost dog

More Lokis than you know what to do with

Ignore the man behind the curtain

"Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

Oktoberfest

Ballroom dancing

"I was drunk, ok?! I didn't know what I was doing. Can you just drop it already?"

Caught

Trespassing

"I almost lost you."

Tea

"Keep running your mouth like that and I'll have to put it to better use."

Punishment

"Daddy"

Carving pumpkins

Baking

"Don't you ever do that again!"

Kids

Babies

Pregnancy

You get some magic of your own

Spooky

Tired

Nap

Hayride

"Kiss Me"

Kidnapped

Wine

Catch me if you can

Jam

Stalker

Neighbor

"It could be worse"

Flying kites

Hospitalized

Runaway

Pride

Costume party

Trapped

Whispers

Loyalty

Bonfire

“Please wake up. I can’t do this without you.”

Ghosts

Innocent

Spiked

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

Cozy

Sweater weather

Mole

Full moon

“Just once”

Many, many thanks to all of you, especially mutuals. This fandom always makes my day. Please keep reading, engaging, re-blogging, and creating!

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Excerpts from Odin's A+ Parenting Handbook

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imagininglotsofthings · 1 year

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I have a toxic ex I broke up with almost ten years ago. Periodically he has contacted me over the years. I've told him to stop. He did it again. Not going into much more detail, it's personal.

But now I really want to read fanfciton. And you know what would be great self fulfillment and self indulgent fanfic? A young Erik Lehnsherr, or a Bucky Barnes, or Loki Odinson, or David 8, or Walter (Alien: Covenant) or TASM Peter Parker fanfic about OC or reader's ex not leaving them alone, and how Erik or Bucky or Loki or David 8 or Walter or TASM Peter Parker (oh, or Wanda Maximoff, or young Charles Xavier, even) would deal with it and what they would do. Anyone have one? Or want to write one for me? Pretty please? Let me know. Comment below. Thank you!!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

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megamindsecretlair · 2 months

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Be My Little Darling - Chapter 12

Chapter 11 Chapter 13

Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. ANGST. There's ANGST. Mentions of grief, violence and suicidal ideation (please seek help, it's never a light subject). Soft Loki.

Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. An attack on the club affects everyone, you most of all.

Word Count: 4,604k

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A/N: See! Not too long between updates! Alsooo, had to rework some things in the outline. I don't think it's going to require all 22 chapters and I like the condensed version. I don't want a story to linger just because I can't say goodbye to it eventually. LOL. Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I block ageless blogs!

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You and Loki ran towards the screaming. Your heart leapt in your throat. Was there no end to this bullshit? Your headache from earlier only increased tenfold. The shrill, loud screaming grated on your nerves. Working here was becoming a dangerous hazard. Once you found this blasted saboteur, you’d have to worry about people leaving this job.

Responsibilities were starting to stack like those colorful block things Midgard children played with. The blocks would topple soon though. Some errant wind or careless leg would crash into it and bring the whole thing crashing down.

Would you survive it?

The screaming was coming from the Helheim room. Patrons and performers were leaving the room, shrieking with a terror reserved for their worst nightmares. The entrance was surrounded by dark smoke but there were no alarms and the sprinklers weren’t on. Was it a fire?

You took a deep breath but didn’t feel anything burning. You attempted to enter, but Loki held you back. “I don’t like the way this looks,” he said. His calculating sapphire eyes took in the entrance and the people spilling out of it, but you didn’t see two of your performers.

There was still so much screaming. You were not one to ignore it. You constructed two batons in your hands and rushed inside anyway with Loki calling after you.

The smoke was thick. Tangible in a way that let you know that magic was afoot. You called out for the staff members that were assigned to the room at the time. “Sweetie! Baby!”

Yes, you knew the names were stupid. But Loki was terrible with names and it provided an extra layer of mystery for the patrons. Not to mention privacy. There were too many drunk tourists that you had to kick out for trying to get handsy with your wait staff.

“Darling!” Loki called after you. You looked behind you but the smoke was too thick. Too cloying. You breathed it in and it was like sweet fog from a fog machine, except thicker and blacker. The dark decor in the room did little to help. The fog obscured everything. You couldn’t see two inches from your nose.

You coughed around the thick fog, grunting every few minutes as you ran into a table or a chair. You didn’t know how far you traveled into the room or where you were. “Call out!” You yelled.

“Oh gods!”

You turned to the sound. “Call out!” You yelled again. You moved to your right. If you only traveled a few feet in the room, you should be approaching the small bar area. Your stomach crashed into the corner and air whooshed out of you in a painful sigh.

You clutched your stomach and dissolved one of the batons. You checked your stomach by feeling alone. It didn’t seem broken. And nothing cut you, you hoped.

“Darling!” Loki’s voice echoed.

“Loki!” You yelled.

You coughed. The fog in the room seemed to get thicker, crawling into every nook and cranny that you possessed. It went up your nose, down your throat. It burned your eyes. The coughing only got worse as you uselessly searched for your employees.

Flashes of green light turned your attention to the far left side of the room. Whatever Loki was attempting, it did little to combat the fog. However, it was a beacon that you stumbled towards. You held out your hands to try and avoid obstacles or getting hurt in the process.

Screaming from outside of the room was still driving your headache up the wall. Everything hurt. Your heart, your head, your eyeballs. The green light continued to flicker every so often. The more you walked towards it, the more it bobbed away at the last moment.

“Loki!” You called out.

“Darling!” Loki sounded like he was behind you, distant. The flickering green light was in front of you.

The fog must be playing tricks on you. You coughed, trying to clear it from your mouth but the chemical taste remained. “Loki!”

The green light hovered mere feet away. You reached out your hand, prepared to grab a piece of Loki’s suit. An arm or Hel, you’d take a leg at this point. When your hand swiped through the light, Sweetie appeared.

Her eyes glowed green, a twisted visage of anger. You screamed and tripped back, crashing over a chair, and falling into the ground with a painful thud.

“Is this all the attention I’m worth, Loki?” Sweetie asked. Her voice sounded amplified as if she were speaking through the stereo system in the room.

“I leave you clues to know who I am and yet all you concern yourself with is your pet?” Sweetie moved in an angry line, pacing back and forth like a warrior gearing up for a fight with a frost giant.

“Why the games? Why not reveal yourself?” You heard Loki but you didn’t see him.

Another pair of glowing green eyes emerged from the dark fog. Baby. She joined Sweetie as they paced, of one mind and body. Similar to those jerks who attacked the club.

“I want to see the look on your face when you figure it out. Until then, the fun must continue. But I will not be ignored!” Sweetie and Baby spoke in unison. It was creepy. It was wrong.

Pain bloomed up your leg but you had to get up. You had to help. You got to your feet and limped towards your employees. “Sweetie!” You grabbed her hand and shook her, trying to get her attention. She had to still be in there.

Sweetie - or whoever was controlling Sweetie - tilted her head at you. Her hand came up to gently caress your cheek.

“He will break you too,” she said, softly.

“Sweetie, I know you’re in there. Fight it!” You yelled. You shook Sweetie but she remained stiff, strong, and unyielding.

“It’s what he does. And you will help my revenge,” she said. The fuck was that supposed to mean?

You moved around her, heading towards Baby. Either she closed her eyes or the entity left her because the green light went out and you could no longer see. You coughed and spread out your hands, waving your remaining baton. You didn’t want to hit either one, but maybe pain helped.

A strong hand gripped your neck and you screamed, turning to bring your baton down. Thanos emerged from the fog, like a devilish mountain. He grinned, his purple face transforming into a satisfied smirk.

He moved methodically around the space, illuminated by some inner glow to where you could see everything. Icy fear wrapped a bony hand around your heart and squeezed painfully. You stumbled away from Thanos.

Gold glinted off of his gauntlet. The monstrosity was half complete, filled with glowing rocks around the knuckles. “It should have been you,” he said, kindly. Patiently. You hated that most of all about him. The way he spoke as if this was some divine duty he had to perform and not the massacre it was.

You couldn’t breathe. Combined with the thick fog, your head swam. The lack of oxygen made your steps falter. You backed away and couldn’t take your eyes off of Thanos. You tripped over something and fell hard on your ass. You patted the ground around you and clutched fabric.

The lump you tripped over felt like a body. A man by the feel of it. He wasn’t moving or breathing. Thanos continued his slow steps towards you. “It should have been you,” he said.

Tears sprang to your eyes but did little to obscure his face. That terrible face that haunted your every waking moment. Your dreams. Your thoughts. Beside him, a figure emerged.

“No,” you gasped. Your friend, the one Thanos snapped away, stood beside Thanos as if she were his daughter. She leaned her head on his thick, protruding arm.

“It should have been you instead of me,” she said. Her voice was just as you remembered. Clear and loud as a bell. Soft and feminine. She had thick ropes of dark hair, a small elven face, skin like butterscotch. She used to read those silly little pamphlets out loud to you while you walked to the playhouse. Gods, you missed the playhouse. You missed her.

Tears flowed freely now. You had thought of her so often, but her image had started to fade away. Asgard didn’t have those…camera things that Midgard had. There was no way to capture someone’s image except by painting their picture.

Silly commonfolk like you and her didn’t have need for such things. Asgard seemed endless. Like a paradise in the universe. You had forever with her. Forever to live. And it was savagely ripped away.

“It’s time to right that wrong,” Thanos said, bunching up his brow. He was so hideous. Disgusting. Hairless and cruel.

“It’s time for you to die this time,” your best friend, Erian, said. Even thinking her name hurt.

“No, no, no, I’m sorry!” You screamed.

“Darling!” Loki’s voice was a distant buzz that faded too quickly. Your thoughts were wholly on Thanos and Erian walking beside him.

You scooted along the floor. You knew better than to turn your back on an enemy but you flipped over and crawled along the floor. Your tears were a haunting, ugly thing leaking from your eyes. Snot dripped from your nose.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

“Look how she cowers. You’re a craven, rotten piece of trash,” Erian said.

“I know,” you whispered. Your fingers gripped the disgusting floor as you pulled yourself towards the direction of the door. There was a faint, pale light there. Your head continued to swim. A painful throbbing made your eyes ache. Your throat burning from your mumblings and apologies and the thick fog.

“Stop this, at once!” Loki’s voice was still too far away. You were alone. Alone.

You would always be alone. You were too stupid, too weak, too desperate to do things right that it only turned out wrong. You couldn’t take care of your siblings. You couldn’t find your family. You couldn’t take care of the club and deduce who the saboteur was. You couldn’t get Loki to admit his feelings. And now Thanos has returned.

How did he find you? How did he know? Could he scent your uselessness across the galaxy? Had he realized his mistake? That he should have taken you and not Erian?

You didn’t know what force propelled you forward. You longed to stop crawling. To let him take you. To let him trade your life for Erian’s. Still you moved forward. Cravens still had a tiny drive for self-preservation. Some ancient, deep knowledge in your bones told you to move forward and escape the danger.

Thanos’ taunting laugh made you shriek with fear. Your heart felt like it was going to shrivel in your chest. You didn’t have enough air to breathe let alone scream out for help. Who in the world would help you?

Loki. Loki would help.

All Loki cared about was himself. He was more interested in owning you, torturing you, than ever seeing you as a true partner. How could you think such a thing? That you were worthy of a god?

You weren’t even worthy of the skin you occupied. “I’m sorry, Im sorry,” you cried.

“Do you think I want your apology?” Erian asked. Her soft voice sounded wrong. Twisted. Cruel.

Sobs wracked your body, making you shiver with fear. You didn’t want to be crushed under Thanos’ thumb. You thought you’d die doing something else. Perhaps in old age or in a fight. Perhaps by your own construct if anyone ever got the better of you. Not like this. Not like this.

Your thoughts were violently pulled back to the day on the ship when Thanos attacked. How his minions showed no mercy. No capability of the sort. Thor tried to fight but after dealing with Hela and Surtur, not to mention the total and complete destruction of your homeworld, he was powerless to stop him.

Thor, the golden Prince who summoned lightning, was powerless. It was laughable if it weren’t so sad. Loki attempted to fight him as well, going so far as to summon a knife to drive into Thanos’ neck. The gauntlet prevented him from doing so and Thanos blasted him against the ship’s hull, knocking him out.

Thanos’ minions separated the rest of your people. You could smell the fear and despair in the air. There was misery and heartbreak aplenty. You clutched Erian’s hand in yours, desperate to stick together.

You watched his minions shove people back and forth but they were paying more attention to the other side. You pushed Erian. You pushed for her to go to the other side so she would be safe. She cried and shook her head. You needed her to survive.

You tried to push your siblings as well but they clung to you instead. You tried to join Erian but there were too many hulking beings in your way. One such creature shoved you back to your side. Without warning, they turned their blasters to the opposite side and began firing.

“No!” Your scream only joined the ones on your side. The lucky ones. You watched Erian crumple into a heap on the floor and you screamed and you screamed and you screamed.

You finally reached the entrance to the Helheim room and crawled out into the hallway. There were others there, lost in some kind of trance. Your staff’s eyes glowed green as they stalked through the halls.

The black smoke spread to the other rooms, invading like a malevolent parasite. People screamed and coughed. Pandemonium raced through the club as muzak played an upbeat song, mocking the current situation.

“Coward,” Erian said.

“Pathetic,” Thanos said.

You were a coward. You were pathetic. You were responsible for your best friend dying. You heard someone calling your name but you were useless. You crawled with no destination in mind as Thanos’ boots thundered behind you.

Didn’t anyone see him? Didn’t anyone hear them? Was that why everyone was screaming? Thanos’ minions must be in the club terrorizing your staff and patrons. No one would ever want to come here again.

A keening whine left you. You cried and cried but there was no one to help. Nothing to do but wait for Thanos to catch up to you and finish what he started on that ship.

Hands gripped your arms and tried to pull. You still had no air to scream. You fought whoever it was, fought to get away. If it was Erian, you didn’t want to go with her. She was free now. She could escape.

“Darling, Darling,” you heard.

You were flipped over. Loki’s face swam in your eyes and you reeled away from him. “Loki, look out!” You yelled. Thanos hovered behind him. Thanos approached and smiled, bringing his gauntlet across his chest.

“No! No! No! Not him! Take me!” You yelled with a raw, singed throat. You fought with Loki, fought to climb to your knees.

“Darling, gods,” Loki breathed. He tried to hug you or press you to his chest. You fought him. You fought him with what little remaining strength you had left.

“Take me! Take me! Take me!” You said, over and over. A prayer to the ancestors in Valhalla. You could not enter like this. Not dying feebly on the ground unwilling to protect yourself. You didn’t care. You’d spend eternity in Hel if it meant that Loki was alive and safe and whole.

One of the stones on his gauntlet glowed a bright purple. Your head felt like it was being squeezed like a watermelon. You yelled, voice rough from overuse and passed out to the sound of Loki calling your name.

Sound was the first to reach you. Soft murmuring that sounded like prayer roused you and you turned to the sound. If this was Hel, it was awfully cold. You made a noise.

Gods, you hurt. All over. Your fingers especially.

“Darling,” you heard.

Your mouth was dry. You smacked your lips trying to work up some saliva to clear it but it was still too scratchy and raw. “Cold,” you said.

A moment later, a blanket was draped over you. You sighed.

“Darling, open your eyes. Please.”

The only person who called you Darling was Loki. And he was safe on Midgard. If you heard his voice, that must mean he was dragged to Hel with you. Your consciousness swam to the surface, fighting to get to him.

“Safe,” you mumbled.

Loki gripped your hand and delicately kissed your fingers one by one. “Please,” he whispered.

You were trying. Your eyes were glued shut. You tried with all of your might and was able to crack one eye open. The crust in your eye pulled your eyelashes painfully but you persisted.

Loki smiled softly. “Thank you, Mother,” he sighed against you. He leaned his head down towards your chest and rested his cheek against you.

“What…”

“Shh, shh, you’re safe,” he said. He lifted his head and scooted closer to you. He looked haggard. Haunted. His eyes were sunken in, ringed in dark purple ridges from lack of sleep. He grasped your hand in his, rubbing his thumb softly against your skin. He leaned down and kissed your thumb.

You searched his eyes. “Hel?” You asked.

He grinned. “No. You’re alive. You’re alive,” he sighed, relief flooding his tone.

You bobbed your head and it swam, roiled. You dry heaved and Loki shushed you, rubbing your hand. He told you not to move, that you were safe and sound in his office.

Tears gathered in your eyes. “Club?”

Loki used his other hand to gently wipe away your tears. “No one’s dead. The club stands. Figures you would be more worried about that than yourself,” he said.

His voice was soothing, working to bring you more and more to the present. You looked down at your combined hands. He was pale and practically shaking.

“Loki?” You rasped.

“You fucking scared me, Darling,” he breathed against your hand.

You licked your lips and groaned at how dry they were. What the hell happened? Sleep tugged at you however, your body too stiff and achy to deal with the present.

“Sleep, Darling. I will be here when you wake,” he said.

“Mkay,” you mumbled. Sleep claiming you once more.

The second time around, you were able to wake up with less difficulty. True to his word, Loki sat on the floor by his couch. His dark hair was disheveled and plastered all over his face. His suit was dusty and chalky as if he walked through plaster.

He rested his cheek against the couch cushion, still holding your hand. This couldn’t have been comfortable for him. You watched him anyway before you woke him up. He looked like he needed sleep.

You wanted to reach out and brush his hair from his face. Even the thought of moving hurt. Gods, you ached.

As if Loki sensed your desire to move, he slowly blinked his eyes open. He smiled when his gaze connected with yours.

“How are you feeling?” Loki asked.

“Like Hel spat me back out,” you croaked.

Loki laughed and kissed your hand. “Everyone is safe. The club is safe,” he said, already knowing the direction of your thoughts.

“What happened?” You asked.

Loki took a deep breath and told you about the fog that induced fear. Whatever you saw, whatever you heard, it was a hallucination. The fog affected everyone. Loki sent them home until further notice. Loki caught the shiver that ran through you at the mention of what you saw. Thanos was just an illusion?

“I won’t ask what you saw. But you kept screaming for them to take you. What did you mean?”

You took a deep breath and rolled your bottom lip between your teeth. “I didn’t want them to take you,” you said softly. You avoided looking at him. Loki scooted closer to you and gently raised your chin to look him in the eye.

“Hallucination or not, you will never, ever, trade your life for mine. Do you understand me?” Loki asked. His voice was gentle but his tone was harsh. His eyes pleaded with you, demanding that you understand him.

“I can’t make that promise,” you said. Tears gathered in your eyes. When it came down to it, you would always choose him. It was stupid and girlish and you really ought to have more self-respect. “I love you too much to ever live without you.”

Loki’s eyes widened a fraction. His nostrils flared. “You don’t know–”

“This isn’t because I almost died or got hurt. I’m telling you I love you because I do. You drive me up the fucking wall and sometimes I wanna murder you myself, but I know what I’m saying.”

Loki placed soft lips to your hand and held that position for a long time. So long that you worried that he was trying to gather courage to tell you that he didn’t feel the same way. That these past five years were no more than a game to him. A cat playing with its favorite toy.

Loki looked back up at you, eyes blazing. “I love you,” he said and called your name. “I love you and you’re mine. Always have been. Always will be.”

“You don’t have to say it–”

“I’m not saying it because you did. I’ve always been drawn to you, Darling. I prayed to Frigga, to…my mother. I prayed that if she let you wake up, if she let you return to me, then I would earn you. I would tell you anything you wanted to know, do anything you asked of me. Even if you asked me to leave you alone,” he said.

“I shouldn’t have given you the ultimatum,” you said.

“No, you were right to. I was a coward and selfish. I like the way you look at me. If I told you about Thor, I’d have to tell you all of it. And I can weather many things, Darling. Your pity is not one of them.”

“Loki…”

“And I would rather you look at me with pity than never look at me at all.” He took a deep breath and smiled briefly. “I will tell you what happened with Thor.”

You licked your lips, at a loss. Your curiosity about it was winning against your need to assure him that you were not entitled to his secrets. You opened your mouth to tell him that; it was the right thing to do but he squeezed your hand.

“Please. I have a vow to uphold and I want to.”

You nodded. You weren’t going to stop him and you really were dying to know the story there. Why he snapped at you like that and looked at his brother as if he wanted to jump into the nearest black hole.

“Thor and I didn’t leave Sakaar on the best of terms. We were always at each other’s throats growing up. Hundreds of years of resentment. I hated him when he was sent to Midgard. So pathetic. So weak. And he still managed to find happiness. It was like no matter what, the sun shined on Thor and left me it’s cold embrace.”

“We agreed to go our separate ways, in fact I tried to trick him one last time. Leave him there and escape. Make him suffer at least in some small way. For him to feel what it was like to be me for once: hopeless. We managed to leave together only to come home and deal with our sister. You know the rest.”

“Something changed with him after Thanos. He broke.” Loki shook his head as if he just realized that the word described Thor perfectly. After what you saw, you’d say it was accurate. Thor had always been loud and boisterous. The life of the party. He managed to make friends easily and make everyone feel included. He was bright. In your face.

When everyone’s eyes were drawn to him, your eyes were on Loki. On how his smile didn’t match his eyes. It seemed like the brighter Thor shone, the more Loki was forced to the shadows. Forced to move aside and make room. You knew what that was like. Your heart called out to him before he knew you existed, no matter what he said.

Seeing Thor reduced to the town drunk, overweight, and likely depressed was horrible to watch from afar. Loki saw it up close. Felt like he had a hand in it. It hurt you to think that Loki had been carrying this by himself for so long.

“We settled here and I checked on Thor every week. But there’s too much bad blood between us. We fought, over and over. And he got worse and worse. I still show up, but Thor…let’s say it hasn’t gotten better these past five years. I wanted him to suffer but I never wanted him to break. Never. I never wished that.”

“I believe you. But Loki, it doesn’t sound like you had anything to do with how he’s feeling now.”

“Don’t try to make me feel better about this. I’ve earned this guilt and I’ve got to make amends on my own,” he said.

You rubbed his hand in yours. “I don’t pity you, Loki. I’m proud of you.”

Loki tilted his head, the question hovering in his blue eyes. You smiled at him.

“It takes a brave person to admit what you did. And braver still to face it head on week after week,” you said.

Loki sighed and shook his head. “You continue to surprise me, Darling,” he said.

You took a deep breath. “Since we’re in a sharing mood…”

You told him about Erian. You told him that even in paradise you felt lonely. Abandoned. You had family but felt like the odd sheep out. Erian helped. She was the only one who didn’t judge you for your permanent state of melancholy. She didn’t try to fix it with parties, ale, or a man. You worked in the dye house, dyeing fabrics for the palace.

The one vice you had was visiting the playhouse. Hearing and seeing magnificent plays by brilliant writers. You told him that you thought his play was hilarious. He smiled at that.

You told him how you pushed Erian to go to the other side to be safe. You thought your side was going to get killed. Erian’s bright light deserved to keep going on, not your black mood.

But you only pushed her to her death. You watched as you got your best friend killed. The only one who saw you. Loved you despite your mood swings.

“Darling,” Loki said.

“Aht, aht. I can’t make you feel better about yours so you can’t make me feel better about mine. I’ve earned this guilt,” you said.

Throwing his words back in his face made him roll his eyes and smile. He sighed and looked at you, content to just see you. Really see you.

“We are two fools, you and I,” he said.

“Two fools trying,” you said and smiled.

“For a night of confessions, I have one more.” He took a deep breath. You rubbed his hand and looked at him. Whatever it was, you truly felt like you could get through it together.

“I know who the saboteur is now.”

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