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lexluvswriting · 15 days

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☆ Too Sweet for Me - Loki x Fem!chubby!Reader

- "I think I'll take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at three, you're too sweet for me..." -

-> CW: 18+ CONTENT! NSFW! SMUT AHEAD! MINORS, DNI. fem! reader! she/her prns used, fem genitalia used. chubby reader!

-> TW: Shibari! Consent discussed beforehand, (light) dubcon bc like reader is tied up, no use of y/n, porn with slight plot, p in v, gagging, bondage, praising and light body worship? Loki likes thick girls. argue w the wall. Mentions of sex in front of a mirror at the end !! <3

W/C: 1.8k

╰┈➤ Lex's note: okay... is this totally self indulgent? yes. have i gone down a massive Loki spree? yes. Hozier, the man you are.

YES, fans, I HAVE been listening to 'Too Sweet' by Hozier on repeat for the last 10 minutes. How did you know aha ha.

Erm, I hope i ate w this. i think i did? but if nobody reassures me as soon as they read this then ill probably die (joke). lmk how we feel about this!!

Your eyes were captivating- the colour seemed to look correct only in your irises, Loki believed. He loved you. He loved every breath you stole, and every breath you gave. He loved looking at your lips and zoning out on them when you'd babble inanely on a topic you thoroughly enjoyed. Loved the way you'd bite at your lip when you tried to hide a cheeky smile. Loki loved the way you fidgeted with the jewellery you wore- the many necklaces layered, the many bracelets with charms that jingled and clinked together softly every time you waved your arms around. He especially loved the way you styled yourself- he was always thoroughly amused and interested in the way you expressed yourself through your choices of fashion. The colours you used seemed to look good on you only. As well as on the bedroom floor after he'd tear them off you.

There was once a time where Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief, thought you were too sweet for him. You were sweet cocktails, and milky brown coffees with a pump of sugary syrup. You were fresh fruits and cream, an innocent treat on a lovely summer's day.

While he was the absolute epitome of bitterness. Whiskey, neat. Coffee, black. Black as the hole in his heart every time he'd be distant from you. So he made you his muse- he became your shadow.

And he didn't regret it one bit- not with the way you currently looked beneath him.

Your glossy lips were smudged and puffy from being kissed before a ball gag split them apart, nestled comfortably in between to make your sentences a mumbled whine. The rope that wound around your body made your plush skin bulge slightly against the tightness of the confines, holding every bit of fabric from your clothing in place tight as possible, as if it was there for one purpose only. He was a firm believer in having a bit of meat in his meals, always. So when he saw the way the soft fat of your thighs, and the way the smooth curves of your breasts bulged against the snug of the shibari rope, his cock twitched, and he couldn't help but laugh softly. Look at him, cock jumping in his pants like a virgin. How laughable.

It was your fault, of course. Your hazy, lust-filled eyes as you happily squirmed while he pulled the rope around you carefully, the process slow and calculated, pressing his lips over every curve, every surface of skin like worship at a temple. The temple he was about to destroy.

"My pretty girl... my goddess." He couldn't help but gush sweetness when it came to you, cupping your face as he stood in front of you, his legs hitting the side of the bed. You were on your knees, calves tucked under you as you sat on your haunches, bound prettily with dark green rope that contrasted your skin with a soft glow- his choice, of course. When you suggested the concept of 'shibari' to him, he was sceptical at first. But when he saw why it was revered as an 'art', he practically frothed at the mouth, cock rising in his pants at the ideas that formed.

You, currently bound, gagged and absolutely loving life, hummed in response to his cooing praise, leaning into his touch as you wiggled happily on the shared bed, looking up at him with hazy, lustful eyes that were glazed over with adoration- and an insatiable need for him. Your cunt clenched eagerly around nothing, but his fingers running over the line of your jaw, down your throat, and over the rope that cut into your skin gently was promise enough that he'd give you the attention you craved so desperately.

"You drive me mad, darling. Do you like that? Do you like knowing this," He ran a hand down his chest, over his bulge, which was not discreet in the slightest with the way it tented in his pants, "Absolutely aches for you? This is what you do to me." He hissed as he pulled himself free from the confines of his trousers, and he inwardly grinned at the way your eyes widened in delight as you whined, watching him stroke himself.

He wore a dark green button down shirt, sleeves rolled up at the elbow with the two top buttons undone. His hair was mussed in that attractive messy way that you always talked about. He didn't know what you meant, but he figured it was something good if you were always 'jumping his bones' about it. He had set the scene perfectly for you both tonight, but the look in your eyes was enough for him to give in already. He felt warmth tingle through him as he stroked himself, glancing down at the way he leaked for you. Always for you. Such a spoilt girl. His girl.

Loki grit his teeth, before pulling you close by the rope harness around your torso, his cock nudging against your stomach, pre cum smearing against your skin, making you whine through the ball gag. Drool began to run down the sides of your lips, and the God let out a mirthful chuckle, stroking the side of your face before pulling your chin up, making you look at him. "Such a needy little thing. So spoiled. Shall I spoil you more, hm?"

He forced you around gently, your naked back against his clothed chest, your body squirming against his eagerly, your pretty eyes blinking up at him as you whined garbled pleas, rocking your hips back impatiently. Your restricted movement made Loki smile, and he chuckled as he pressed his lips to the back of your neck, before kissing straight down, over your spine.

"My sweet girl. My pretty goddess. A delicacy, all for me." He cooed, and you shuddered, eyelids fluttering shut as you keened softly for him, for the way his hands groped you, running over the soft pudge that shaped your body. Loki lost himself, almost completely forgetting his weeping erection as he kissed down your back, over your shoulders, around your neck. Then, with a wave of his left hand while his right hand pushed you down, the ropes shifted, freeing your thighs to be spread before you were tied again, ass arced up in the air on display for him.

His hands roamed over the globes, and he pressed his kisses- as well as a few loving nips that made you squeak, before he leaned down to what he was looking for. His eyes honed in on your glistening cunt, your folds wet and twitching prettily as he blew cold air before chuckling to himself, like you were an amusing little toy. He had to stop himself from being too cruel, and licked at the nectar that seeped from your slit, enjoying the way you whined for him. "Very vocal tonight, my love." He sighed mockingly, as if you were troubling him. Of course you were, when you tasted as sweet as you did. Almost too sweet.

He knelt in front of the bed and lapped at you hungrily, hands gripping at your bound flesh enough to leave red lines from where his large fingers marked you. He let out a soft growl that dissolved into a groan- how could something as sweet and gentle as you get him so riled up? The depravity that tore through him would scare away any normal partner.

He supposed he should've sent a little 'thank you' to whatever higher power decided you'd be absolutely perfect in creation then. His tongue was hot against your sex, and his soft pants made your toes curl and sent your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he pulled you apart with his mouth. He absolutely loved eating you out- loved the way he could feel you fall apart on his tongue. That was his power. Putting you on the throne of the world with his love. Your body flinched and twitched as he ate you out so desperately, and you whined in response to the image that procured in your head- chin glistening, lips smudged from how intensely he focused on his craft; the craft of making you cum. He licked and sucked, and from the way you got wetter, he could tell you were thinking about him. He toyed with you a bit more before finally letting you cum, directing his tongue to work and stroke

"Getting restless, my love?" He hummed, licking his lips and wearing a fox-like grin as he lifted his left hand, slipping two careful fingers into you to scissor and stretch your weeping cunt in preparation for what you had been craving for the past hour and a bit. His other hand was spent working himself, though he was stiff as a pole from the moment you had shyly offered him the rope and the salacious proposition. You both had been craving this for the longest time- of course, you had spent all day together anyway, but the magic in the intimacy that happened once night shrouded your part of the world as indescribable.

Usually, he could lovingly torment you for hours, watching you helplessly drip your arousal onto the sheets below, but tonight was all about you. You wanted him to be rough, and mean, the facade he usually liked to put on- but he couldn’t help but worship the curves that made up your body, his gentleness a refreshing buffer from the depravity you two usually indulged in. So when your garbled moans sounded, Loki immediately removed his fingers and aligned himself at your sopping wet entrance, substituting his digits for his godly cock, pushing himself in and releasing a guttural groan- one that came from the depths as he felt your cunt greedily suck him in, enveloping him in your warmth, as if you were seducing him to never leave as he sank deeper within you. He’s completely drunk on you, losing his cool as his eyes hone in on where you two meet, enjoying the feeling of your clenching as he repeatedly sinks into you with slow, deliberate thrusts.

He glances up to see your face, only to notice your head facing forward, your darling eyes transfixed on- Ah. He understands and leans forward to wrap a careful hand around your throat, holding it gently as he pulled you up, both of you watching the mirror that was ‘coincidentally’ placed in front of your bed- you had no regrets, and he certainly put it to use for you the first night you two shared the room. Your eyes met in the reflection, and his head tilted coyly, nudging the side of your face gently as he humped into you, while you were still tied up all pretty for him. Your gagged moans and whines were music, and he swore that with every thrust, he could hear the sound of wedding bells somewhere off in the distance.

Sometimes Loki wonders if you’re too sweet for him. But when he sees your perfect eyes rolling into the back of your head as his calculated thrusts send his cock stretching you out for him, he’s content. When he sees your sweet little cheeks flushed pink as you eagerly watch with glossy, lust-glazed eyes, the image of yourself being impaled on his cock over and over, Loki realises that you’re perfect.

╰┈➤ Lex's note 2: AH i didn't go too crazy w this pls forgive me, i was in the mood for somethin soft 🙂‍↕️ BUT ! i will HAPPILY take requests for more 😗

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 month

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Bittersweet 1

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Part of the Sweet and Spicy AU

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your startup business catches the eye of a powerful rival.

Character: Loki Laufeyson

Please comment and reblog if it’s not too much. I always love getting to chat about these stories and hearing all your ideas! You all are wonderful and loved.

“So, the Green Bundle includes a Match truffle, chocolate mint smoothies, and green tea infused fudge,” you explain to the trio of women across from you. “The deluxe includes peppermint cocoa as well and comes in a this mug.”

You present one of the few kits you have left in your inventory. As big a deal as getting a stall at the event was, you hadn’t expected the crowd. You’re overwhelmed, especially realising you’re the only stand with only a single body.

“That’s so cute,” the taller brunette remarks, “what about the Pink kit? It says strawberry and creme?”

“Ah, yes, that one sold out rather quickly today. I can offer a voucher for my online boutique or I can sell you a sampler box? It has the strawberry and creme as well as my more popular flavours.”

“Do you do this all yourself?” The curly blonde asks as she eyes the chocolate dipped cherries.

Another body crowds in, a tall men bending to peruse your hand-painted sign listing all your bundles and boxes. He pays you little mind as he eyes cling to the letters and he reaches to pluck up one of your cards. You return your attention to the blonde.

“Yes, they’re all hand-crafted. The mugs as well but I don’t do those. I’ve a friend who makes those.”

“The packaging is so pretty,” the first preens, “can I have a sampler then?”

“Sure,” you answer, “I do the packaging as well. All the stickers, the bows I tie myself, and I decorate each box.”

“Wow, that’s so cool,” the middle on remarks, “I’ll have a sampler as well and the green bundle.”

“Sampler for me,” the third agrees.

You go through the same process with each. You grab the product, put it in a bag, seal it with a sticker, and ring them through with a tap of their card. They all seem excited for their purchase and it’s contagious. It’s been a hectic day but you’re running low and you don’t think you’ll make it through to closing. Still, it’s good advertising.

“Green tea fudge?” The tall man slithers towards the center of your counter, “an unusual combination.”

“Yes, that one took a lot of experimenting.”

“Mmm,” he still has your card in hand, bending it slightly as he flicks it with his thumb, “the red bundle. Cherry, red velvet, and...” he leans back to check the sign, “cayenne. Interesting.”

“I try to make sure there’s variety in each,” you explain.

“Yes, so it seems. I’ll take a red then.”

“Sorry, sir, um, I’ve sold out of most. I still have the yellow, the black, and the green--”

“Sold out?” He raises his wrist to give an emphatic glance at his watch, “either you’re very popular or ill-prepared.”

You’re surprised by the accusation. He’s rather blunt. You’ve dealt with many different types today but they’ve all been relatively pleasant, after all, it’s hard to be in a bad mood at a Baking Show.

“Fair, I wasn’t expecting so many buyers, sir. But you have my card, you’ll see my online boutique is listed--”

“But I want to buy now,” he says as he tilts his head, dark brows rising just slightly.

“I understand, I apologise for the inconvenience, but I just don’t have the red on-hand. I do have a sampler here--” You grab one of the variety boxes, “it would have the cayenne and the cherry.”

“Do you think a one-person operation like this is sustainable?” He inquires sharply.

You wince and shake your head, “sir? I’ve only just started. I’m sure with growth I’ll have to adjust.”

“And do you have a business plan or is this some Etsy venture with no goals?”

You nearly choke. You don’t know what you’ve done to offend him.

“Well, sir, if you don’t want to buy, I do have free samples available. I don’t have any of the red flavours but I do have some banana peanut butter and salted caramel apple--”

“I didn’t ask about samples,” he insists, “I’m asking about your business plan.”

You bat your lashes and look around. Has he come to this event just to interrogate people over their bottom line?

“I suppose it’s something I will have to review after today,” you contend.

“I’d say,” he tucks your card into his jacket pocket, his hand lingering within as he pulls out a leather wallet, “if you have any questions...”

He slides a card free and offers it. You take it hesitantly and read the gold font on matte black cardstock. Black Snake Chocolatier. You run your fingers over the embossed lettering and narrow your eyes. You peer over at the large banner over that business’ booth. He must be from over there but he’s not exactly dressed for the work. His suit is pressed and stainless.

“I did sponsor that one,” he pulls your attention back, “but I’ve come down to take measure of my competition and possible... acquisitions.”

You nod slowly as you meet his green eyes. Is this intimidation?

“Loki Laufeyson,” he offers his hand as a glint of silver in his hair catches the light, “might I have your name?”

You trade your name and a handshake. He squeezes enough for you to wince. He lets go and you slip his card in you apron pocket with all the others collected from your fellow vendors.

“I’ll certainly take a sampler,” he says, “see if this little venture has any teeth.”

His every word is like a bite. He speaks with the fangs of the very logo of his business. You put his purchase into your phone and offer the square for him to tap his payment. He processes it and swipes up the box before you can package it.

“Do you want a bag?” You ask.

“I can handle it,” he tucks the box under his arm. “Best of luck to you doing the same.”

He glances around and slowly moves aside as a group of new customers set in. A family of five with three hollering children with grabby hands. Your eyes widen as you smile at them as best you can. This day has truly tested your social battery.

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lust4life01 · 16 days

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Too Sweet - David Loki.

Inspired by the song ‘Too Sweet’ by Hozier because I’m obsessed with it!!

Disclaimer: I haven’t seen anyone do this yet but if it has been done please let me know!! ☺️

Pairing; David Loki x f/reader

Warnings!!: brief smut, oral f/recieving, angst-ish, colleagues, alcohol consumption, grumpy x sunshine, mention of crime/murder, knife mentioned, violence, etc.

Summary: David is profoundly attracted to his colleague but tries to stay away due to her sweet nature, which very much juxtaposes his. sulky nature. (key word- tries)

It can't be said I'm an early bird It's ten o'clock before I say a word Baby, I can never tell How do you sleep so well?

7:20 am , the clock read as you walked in. Coffees situated in hand as your pretty summer dress swayed softly.

“Hey Bill! Morning Sandra!” You greeted everyone in the morning with coffee and a smile, it’s was that time between spring and summer where everything was bright and made life feel worth living.

You fixed your eyes on Detective Loki, who had his nose buried amongst some case files and a frustrated grumpy look across his sharp features.

Taking out a black coffee from the holder you trailed over to him. You two weren’t exactly friends but you had a desperate need to be liked by him. Maybe it was because he was always so stern and earning yourself a smile would make you feel like a winner, or maybe it had something to do with the fact you were ridiculously attracted to him? Well, both things can be true simultaneously.

“Detective Loki, coffee?” You smiled down at him whilst extending the cup towards him in hopes he would accept your kind gesture.

Peeling his eyes away from his paper he met your gaze after you said his name.

“Oh, yes. Thank you.” He said in his monotone voice.

He grabbed the cup from your hands, lightly brushing over your fingers but snapped his head back to his paper in a matter of seconds.

There was nothing profoundly interesting on the paper but he didn’t want to engage with you. Just the thought of your company was overwhelming, never mind when you were handing him coffee and saying his name in such a sweet tone of voice. The smell of your perfume, your pretty summer dress and the sweetness that surrounds you would sweep him up in the blink of an eye. You were gorgeous, smart, likeable. You didn’t need to be getting involved with an older bitter man like him.

He did however wonder how you remained the way you are in a job like this. I mean how at seven in the moring are you considerate and nice? He imagined that you slept the way a princess would, other wise it would be a true mystery not even he could solve.

Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?

The huge trees howled and peered down at you. Trapping you in as the screeches of crows was the only noise to be heard amongst the dismal scene.

You and Loki had been sent to a barren camp site out in the woods where two suspects had been reported as camping out. Realistically, you shouldn’t have been there, one because you quite literally weren’t suppose to be but had to be because Loki’s partner was off sick. And secondly, because most of your colleagues doubted your ability and thought infantilising you came from a place of concern rather than blatant misogyny.

Loki, however, didn’t want you there because the thought of just being alone with just you made him want to place his head in his palms. You had only exchanged a couple words as far as a sentence can go and you clearly liked to talk. He wasn’t so keen. He anticipated the awkwardness from the minute his supervisor had told you to go with him.

The crunching of leaves could be heard as the two of you stalked through the woods.

Loki spoke to you lowly as he kept his eyes on the tree line rather than you “These men are dangerous. You let me get them okay.”

You scoffed lightly which prompted him to turn his head to you, with his same expression he always had.

“Believe it or not, I am a fucking detective too. I have a gun strapped to my waist. I’m not an idiot”

Your sweet personality had been lost recently, which was most likely from the frustration of people assuming because you were nice you had to be weak too, and embarrassingly, because you still felt as though Loki was never going to crack. There was something about his cold nature that drew you in. You just wanted him to see you, which felt impossible.

You’re hostile attitude shocked Loki, it was quite attractive the way you stood your ground when he was so accustom to your soft spoken self. He raised his hands slightly as he apologised “Okay, sorry. You're right.”

You both continued to walk in silenced until you could see a campsite through the trees. There was a tent, a blazing bonfire, and some belongings scattered about. Loki protectively stood in front of you as you both spotted a man sat on a log, one which looked exactly like one of the two suspects.

Loki ran towards the man with his gun drawn and shouted “STAY FUCKING STILL!”

You followed behind quickly as Loki wrestled the man to the ground and cuffed him. Even if you were wrapped up in hostility you couldn't help but admit to yourslef that it was one of the hottest scenes you'd ever witnessed.

“Think you can run from me mother fucker.” Loki grunted as the man tried to wriggle his way out of the cuffs.

As Loki was taking care of the sicko criminal on the floor you heard movement from the tent. A man quickly appeared holding a knife but he tried to run from you rather than at you. You chased after him and trapped his foot, sending him flying to the floor, the knife flying from his hand and landing in a brush. Loki had noticed this and leapt up to come and help but you already cuffed the shouting man.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH! I’LL KILL YOU LIKE I KILLED THOSE OTHER WHORES!”

Back up had turned up shortly after to come and collect the two men. You stood by the bonfire and watched as the men were shoved into vans. A feeling of adrenaline consuming you as well as a deep sadness for the women who weren't saved from the foul men.

Loki slowly approached you scanning over your drained features as he stepped closer to you.

“Good job today (y,n).” It was blunt and pretty vague but honestly gaining validation from your older attractive colleague was rewarding and his presents dragged you from your depressing thoughts.

You smiled at him, your face illuminated by the orange flames as the sun started to set. He stared back at you whilst trying to decide if he should say what he wanted to. Fuck it.

“You look like you could use a drink. I’m gonna grab one, you wanna come?” He felt nervous, like he was twelve years old asking out the pretty popular girl to be his date to some cheesy dance. It was purley out of compassion and a need for a drinking buddy he told himself, not because he wanted to spend more of the day with you or anything.

The tiredness in your eyes remained but your lips did form into a smirk “I’d like that a lot, Loki.”

The smell of smoke from the bonfire filled the air before you, as he couldn’t help but stare at the reflection of the flames in your eyes, getting lost in your haze.

He snapped out of his admiration and suggested you guys take his car.

I think I'll take my whiskey neat

The sultry music that played in the background of the barren bar was drowned out by the sound of Loki's glass hitting the bar again, only the smell of whiskey left in the glass. After that day, Loki decided he needed a drink and had reluctantly invited you to come along which was his weird way of forming somewhat of a relationship with you. You absolutely did come along because the thought of the two men you and Loki had caught made you want to drink until a single thought couldn't grace your thoughts. And you felt comfortable with him. It wasn’t some sleazy type of invitation for drinks but more a mutual feeling of despair that could be lifting with the taste of alcohol.

Loki had order whiskey, neat of course, which made so much sense. You however had far one too many vodka and cherry cola’s.

At first Loki admired your ability to somewhat keep up with him, until he realised maybe that wasn’t the case, which he realised when you started to drunkenly cry about how you felt like your boss hated you and everone thought you were weak. Loki knew this was drunk nonsense because nobody could hate you, you‘re too sweet.

“Hey hey come on now, he doesn’t hate you. How could anybody hate you? And nobody thinks you're weak, especially not me.” He tried to calm your drunk ass down and started to think maybe asking you for a drink was not a good idea. That compassion he felt for you did scare him a little though.

He had tried to distance himself from you, but it seemed he couldn’t. Every assignment, there you were. It was impossible to remain distance or blunt around you. Even if he was admittedly a bit of a dick to everyone else he realised after being in your presence continuously that you were now almost friends? In a way?

Loki wasn’t drunk, sure he had drunk but he wasn’t drunk. He walked you to his car and helped you into the front seat. I mean what’s a detective without a little criminal activity, and he was still perfectly fine to drive. You on the other hand was not fine and there was no way Loki was letting you get into a cab on your own , not in this state.

Once driving you had gone quiet from your intoxicated rambling that had entertained Loki as he practically carried you to the car.

“Hey (y,n) what’s your address so I can take you home.”

There was no answer.

Loki peered over and you were sound asleep. Of course you were. He grabbed his phone from his pocket so he could call a colleague to find out where you lived but of course it had died.

He looked over at you and felt an odd feeling in his chest. He let out a huff and made a U turn.

My coffee black and my bed at three

He had helped you into his apartment and made a bed up on the couch for himself. But before that he had fixed you both some coffee in order to help you sober up a little. His was black o. He gave you some toast and your sweetened coffee as you thanked him mercilessly. He was glad you were at least conscious now.

“That’s already. Do you want me to take you home, or you can stay here? I’ll sleep on the couch.”

It was pretty late and he had felt an odd shift towards you from the hours before. Your vunreblity you inviited him to see had eradicated the strange tension you two seemed to possess previously. You felt comfortable with him, so he felt comfortable around you.

Despite your intoxicated state, you could recognise the serenity in his voice, probably being the nicest he’s ever spoken to anyone ever.

You shook your head slightly as you eyes fluttered “David you don’t have to do that, I’ll sleep on the couch. ”

The thought of another car ride did make you want to vomit, and you trusted Loki so there was no harm in staying.

The use of his first name threw him off a bit but he was insistent that you took the bed whilst also briefly apologising for his lack female comfortable clothing. He set out some briefs and a t shirt, that was nowhere close to fitting you, onto the bed.

You slipped them on a thanked him one more time before settling in to his bed. The alcohol in your system left a feeling of guilt upon your conscionous as the smell of him hit you from his pillows. However, after a couple minutes with your head touching his pillows you were fast asleep.

You're too sweet for me

The next morning had arrived and Loki started to get up for work, when he remembered you were sleeping soundly in his bed. He quietly got himself together and left you a note on the bedside table which read;

Gone to work, I’ll let them know you're sick. Help yourself to anything and the keys are on the kitchen counter.

Accompanied with the note was a glass of water and a some aspirin to help with the hangover. He stared down at your face, you looked so pretty. God you were too perfect, far too kind and compassionate to be with the likes of him. He covered the duvet over you before he left and made sure to take a final glance at you before leaving.

After waking up from a pleasant sleep to a not so pleasant headache, you were quickly snapped out of your self pity after realising you were in your colleagues bed. Your colleague who you had been trying to impress forever.

You shortly remembered why that was and the hangxiety demons grabbed ahold of you. You shoved your face into his pillows as you cursed yourself for getting in such a state. God, he probably thought you were ridiculous, a stupid child who couldn’t handle their alcohol. Great.

Then the panic of work hit you, fuck were you late? Where was Loki? What was the fucking time? Your eyes scanned for an indication when they laid upon his note. You let out a sigh of relief after reading that Loki was going to cover your ass. You took the pills, made his bed, changed back into your clothes and called yourself a cab home.

You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate

Once you had gotten home you left Loki a message to thank him for his kindness, not only through letting you stay at his house but also for covering your ass at home. The thought of inconveniencing others made you want to die.

Loki's kindness left you with this debilitating feeling in your chest, you two had becomes somewhat friends but the overwhelming attraction you felt to him only became magnified when he provided you with his security last night.

You felt absolutely disgusting with the hangxiety seeping through your soul, your clothes from yesterday, and the fact you hadn’t showered since yesterday morning.

The sound of the shower blasting accompanied with your favourite playlist playing made you feel calmer and cleaner already. You jumped into the shower and decided you had to see Loki. You had to thank him in person. Something about knowing you slept in his bed last night and you haven’t seen him since just didn’t feel right.

If you were seeing Loki, it had to be an everything shower. You had to look and feel perfect. As you massaged your sweet smelling shampoo into your scalp your mind imagined walking up to his door and kissing him. God, the thought made your heart ache and yearn for it to be reality, but you highly doubted he felt the same. I mean it was Loki.

Once every inch of your body smelt, felt and looked divine you admired yourself in the mirror. Your makeup looked stunning but not overbearing, your hair looked like you had just come out of a Victorian secret catalog and you smelt gorgeous.

You quickly checked your phone and saw Loki had replied, meaning he was probably home from work by now. You opened up the message which read;

‘Thats okay (y,n), no need to thank me. Did you get home alright?’

God why did he care so much? Why did it make you want him more, and why did he have to be a colleague? Without even replying to the text you rushed to your car and made your way over to his. Admittedly, you did have one of your friends from the IT department tell you where he lived a little while back. It wasn’t creep or stalking, you’re a detective okay? That makes it fine, I suppose.

Once you arrived and was stood outside his door your heart started to pound. You took a deep breath and gently knocked on his door.

The minutes in which it took him to open the door immediately made you want to run away. But you didn’t. You stayed and stared at the door.

Finally when it opened you saw Loki standing in the doorway, uniform still on and was that a smile plastered on his face?

“Oh hello (y,n).” He said sounding pleasantly shocked to see you. Then he subtly looked you up and down. Fuck you looked so pretty.

You stared for a minute, wide eyed. “Hey, so um-, I just like, wanted to say thanks. Again.” You could feel your cheeks blush from being so self aware.

You could feel his low brow stare as you talked, making you feel even more nervous. You had talked to criminals that had committed heinous crimes but somehow this was far more nerve racking.

He stepped a little closer to you, looking down. “You didn't need to say it again, I told you it’s my pleasure.”

Without saying anything you stood staring into his eyes.

“Well yeah, I just came by to express how thankful I really am.”

He smirked and then brushed a piece of hair behind your ear with his large hand, a small piece of his own hair falling as he leaned forward. God you were so sweet, but he could tell you weren’t here because of that.

Cupping your jaw he gently connected his lips to yours. You gasped quietly making Loki retreat instantly.

“Fuck. I’m sorry I-“

Before he had time to continue you smashed your lips together again, humming into the kiss. It became heated and as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, feeling as though he had reached heavens gate.

Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape

You tried to catch your breath as Loki's lips attacked yours mercilessly as you both made your way to his bedroom whilst crashing into every surface on the way.

The base of your back hit the wall as his hands started to undress you in between the hard kisses. “You’re so fucking pretty. Wanted you for so long.”

You could only moan in response as the feeling of his hands hugged your skin and his teeth grazed your neck.

Once he had gotten you in just your lingerie set, which he noticed immediately, he grabbed the backs of your thighs and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Pulling his hair you whined as he carried you to the bedroom. You were so desperate for him, it was insane.

Placing you down on to the end of the bed, he stood before you. You immediately crawled to your knees, and reached for the hem of his long fitted black shirt. He smiled and reached his big hand around your back and un clasped your bra as his other hand stroked your hair. You bit your lip in anticipation as the shirt slipped over his head, leaving him shirtless with nothing but his work pants on in front you you. You admired his god like torso, covered in tattoos.

You whispered a quiet “fuck” and kissed down his snail trail.

Loki groaned as you reached closer down his torso and gripped your jaw, bending down and kissing you hard once again.

“Lie back for me princess.”

Immediately you did as you were told and Loki quickly followed on top of you. One hand firmly gripped your waist hard enough to bruise, whilst the other held your right wrist again the bed. He kissed your sweet collar bones and made his way down to your nipples. He licked and kissed them as your chest heaved.

“Loki, please. I need you to bad.”

An amused grin spread across his face as blood rushed to his already hard cock. He dipped two large fingers into your underwear and they were immediate soaked by your desperation.

“Not as innocent as you seem, are you baby? Mhm?” He hummed.

You shook your head as you tried to not cry out from your needy incoherent state.

He brought his fingers to your lips and you wrapped your swollen lips around them and moaned.

Seconds later he was tearing off your panties and connecting his wet tongue to your pulsating cunt as he praised you through your moans.

“Taste just as sweet as you seem though. Taste and look so fucking good for me baby.”

He sucked on your clit as if it were a divine exotic fruit, almost as sweet as a grape turned into a majestic wine falling from an enchanted waterfall.

You thread your fingers through his hair and whimpered hysterically “Loki! Fuck!”

You're too sweet for me

The summer breeze trailed in through the open window as your head rested upon Lokis bare chest. You both laid there as you played with his big tattooed fingers and he took in the smell of your shampoo that he so secretly loved.

You started to talk his ear off mercilessly and he simply just listened. Taking in all of your words as if they were the most important words to ever be spoken. He nodded and hummed as he admired you. Your skin glowing. He had to admit to himself your sweet charming personality had caught him in a choke hold. There was an element of purity and sunshine that you brought to his sulky self, he was well and truly fucked. You're too sweet.

(Ugh im so obsessed with this song and it is soooo David Loki.)

#jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal smut #david loki fanfiction #david loki x reader #david loki smut #too sweet #hozier #prisonersmovie

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lokischickadee · 7 months

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#loki imagine #loki x reader #loki fluff #loki god of mischief #loki drabble #loki x reader fluff #loki headcanon #jotun loki x reader #loki headcanons #loki army #baby loki #loki marvel #marvel loki #sweet loki #queen frigga #loki friggason #mamas boy

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last-herondale · 1 year

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You Belong Here, With Me

Loki x FemReader

Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

Tw: None that i can think of

A/N: I had an idea for a scene where the reader is hidden on Asgard while the Avengers fight a threat for her back on Earth. Loki is stuck being the host, but he really doesn’t mind. She doesn’t feel like she fits into Loki’s world, but Loki has a different opinion.

Enjoy 🤘🏼

It had been a miracle that you managed to slip away from the celebration. While the Asgardians certainly knew how to throw a party, your social battery had been drained from the past few weeks.

You had agreed, when the team suggested you lay low for the time being. Earth was too chaotic, too unsafe for you right now. The largest target was on your back, and the only way to keep the people you cared about safe from harm was to leave.

Carol had many planets she offered to take you to. One where it was summer all year long, and the beaches were the most beautiful in the galaxy. You had declined. When Quill offered to pick you up for a time to travel with the guardians, you declined. But when Thor offered to take you to Asgard and have Loki stay to keep you company…

You shook your head at the memory. How stupid it seemed now.

You had slipped out of the ballroom, taking great care to not be followed. It was difficult adjusting to the Asgardian fashion. Frigga had sent up many fine dresses of various fabric and color. Tonight you selected an elegant royal blue dress that exposed most of your back and shoulders. You had a long silk shaw to match, and the ends of it billowed behind you as you hurried down the hallway towards your room.

You could still hear the music and laughter pouring from the ballroom as you shut the door right behind you. Immediately your body relaxed. You kicked off your shoes and meandered your way to the vanity table. You began to undo your earrings when you heard the door click open.

“Turning in early I see,” Loki said, shutting the door as he entered. You watched him from the mirror, and were struck by the beauty of him in his green and gold clothes. “I do believe the party was just getting started.”

“Leave me be,” you muttered. Loki rolled his eyes and made his way toward your bed. He sat on the corner closest to you.

“What kind of host would I be if I left you unattended during a party?” He kept his voice playful, but there was concern ridden in his blue eyes. It had been a strange few weeks. The two of you agreed it would be best to keep this relationship, or whatever it was that had grown between the two of you on Earth, under wraps while in Asgard. Loki had his reasons, all in good nature, he had promised, but still he was tight lipped about it all. You wondered what kind of customs Asgardians practiced when it came to intimacy, and you were too embarrassed to ask.

You sighed as you removed the rings and bracelets from your hands. They had been gifts from him, far too beautiful for the occasion. Your hands began to move towards your neck to unhook the maze of necklaces, but Loki was up in a flash.

“Allow me,” he said. He pushed your hair aside to one shoulder in a delicate motion. His hands were cool on the back of your neck, and you had to stop yourself from shivering. Carefully, began to unclasp each necklace and place them on the vanity.

“Tell me what troubles you, my love,” Loki said. He looked at you through the mirror's reflection. You stared at each other for a moment as Loki undid the last necklace. His fingers seemed to linger a bit on your shoulder, giving you the smallest of caresses.

The touch heated your blood and you stood from the vanity, turning to face him. His eyes searched yours, all amusement gone from his expression. Moonlight pooled in from your window, casting a beautiful pale light across Loki’s features. He was so ethereally beautiful that it hurt to look at him sometimes. You longed to touch him. To be able to openly touch him and love him as unabashedly as you had on Earth.

“I would prefer not talk about it tonight. Please, leave.” You whispered. You hated turning him away, but your heart and mind were too muddled and weary to feel anything else.

Hurt flashed across his face for a moment, but he quickly composed himself and simply shrugged. “As you wish.”

He strode a few steps forward, leaving you where you stood. You turned away, waiting for the door to slam shut after him but it never came.

“Have I done something to offend you?” He asked, facing the door. He slowly turned around as you looked at him. “If I have done anything, y/n, please let me correct it. You know I hate it when you're angry with me, darling. Please, tell me what I've done.”

His words rattled your resolve. You bit your lip to keep it from trembling. Your emotions from the past few weeks began to overflow, and it took all your strength to keep the tears at bay.

“It’s not you, Loki. It’s me,” you said, your voice cracked on the last word. Loki’s gaze softened immediately, any facade of anger or amusement gone. He stepped forward, placing his hands on your elbows.

“Y/n-“

You stepped back from his grip and began to pace the length of your room.

“I don’t belong here, Loki. This whole thing was a mistake.”

“What?” Loki ask incredulously. “Who the hell told you that nonsense? I shall have their tongues removed-”

“No one- I told myself that. Because it’s true. I don’t fit in here.” Tears brimmed the edge of your eyes. You silently cursed yourself for being so emotional. Why should it matter if you didn’t fit in here? Why did you care so much? It wasn't as if this was a permanent situation. You would be leaving just as soon as things settled down on Earth. Why did the idea of leaving hurt just as bad? They were answers you hadn’t been able to find in the time you had been on Asgard.

You expected Loki to laugh. It sounded ridiculous enough in your head and saying it out loud didn’t give the words anymore validity. But still, your heart twinged at the thought. But he didn’t. Instead he just stood there, looking thoughtfully at you, as if he understood.

“You are unhappy here…”

You winced at the sadness that lingered in his sultry voice. You stopped pacing and took refuge by sitting on the edge of your bed.

“It’s not that I haven’t enjoyed my time here. Truly, your home is beautiful- it’s magnificent. Everyone here has been nothing short of generous, especially your mother, but I just-“

You took a ragged breath. “I’m just a human. A human that made a very big mistake to have to be hidden away. I’m a mess. I don’t fit in here- amongst gods in their golden palace. I’m not like you Loki.”

“I believe you and I are more alike than you’d care to admit. And you are so much more than just a human.” You blinked at him, shocked by his response. He didn’t seem angry, or even the slightest bit annoyed by your explanation. Instead, a hint of playfulness danced in his eyes. He moved closer to you extending out his hand.

“May I show you something?” He asked. You opened your mouth to object but he just clicked his tongue, cutting you off. “If you still wish to leave afterwards I will have Heimdall take you anywhere you’d wish to go. Just- humor me for a moment. Please?”

You gave him an uncertain look, but the small grin on his face made your heart lurch in your chest. You placed your hand in his and followed him as he led you out of your room.

“Loki- my shoes…” you began as your bare feet hit the cool marble walkway outside of your room.

“Don’t worry, darling, you won’t need them. Come, quickly before someone sees us.”

The two of you ran through the palace. Loki kept the two of you close to the dark passage ways, making sure to stay clear from any other person that lingered the halls. Music from the ballroom could still be heard across the palace. It’s fast tempo gave the ground beneath your feet a heartbeat.

Loki held you close, never letting go of your hand as the two of you ducked into a single spiraled stairwell. Unexpectedly, he swept you off your feet and began to carry you as he ran up the stairs. You let out a swell of laughter as the two of you ascended, wrapping your arms around his neck for support. You fought the urge to kiss him, biting your bottom lip as you held him.

Once you made it to the top, Loki gently put you down and took your hand again. He walked with you this time, following the corridor until the entrance arched into a beautiful awning. Your eyes widened at the sight of Asgard in the starlight. The city seemed to dance underneath the moonlight, and the glow from the Bifrost glimmered in the distance.

You leaned on the stone edge balcony, letting the ends of your shawl blow loosely in the wind. Loki stepped closer beside you, the left side of your body felt warmed by his presence.

“It’s beautiful,” you murmured.

“As are you,” Loki said. You felt your cheeks burn as the compliment. “Do you know why I offered to bring you here?”

The question stunned you. The whole time you had assumed your placement here had been Thor’s idea. Loki took your silence as an answer and continued.

“I wanted you to come here because I could not think of any other place you deserved to be.”

Loki looked out onto the expanse of Asgard. His eyes grew soft at the sight of his home. “When I found out the truth of my past, I felt exactly as you feel now. Unworthy. And then when I continued to make mistake, after mistake-“

Loki’s voice broke. You placed your hand on top of his and held on tightly. He gave you a small smile and ran his thumb over your fingers. It was the most contact you two had since your arrival. Loki had been called away on official duties, standing in for Thor in his absence by attending meetings with Odin. But even this simple touch seemed to sustain the both of you.

“Asgard is a difficult place to call home. Especially for those of us that were not born from its glory. I have fought bitterly for my place here. I have hurt many who loved me for the sake of it, and have worked tirelessly to amend these wrongs and yet it often does not feel enough.”

Loki turned to you, taking both of your hands in his.

“I do not deserve it, but I am a son of Odin. I am a prince of Asgard, despite it all. And you,” his fingers tipped your chin up gently, moving your face closer to his. “From the moment I met you, I knew you belonged here. Even on Earth, in those quiet moments we shared together, your mind- your soul, you always reminded me of home.”

Tears were falling down your face now. Your body hitched with a small laugh as Loki wiped a tear away.

“I hoped you would fall in love with Asgard. Hoped that I could share with you one of the few parts of my life that I am actually proud of. I never wanted it to make you feel less than you are. And to me y/n, you are everything.”

Loki pulled his hands away for a moment. He held them out before you as magic illuminated around his palms. A thin silver crown made of silver vines appeared before Loki. Flecks of gold spilled around the silver, making the crown glimmer in his hands.

Loki looked at you, his gaze as steady and as sure as you’ve ever seen him. Before you stood a god, one that looked as if he would burn the world down for you, and you alone.

"There is beauty in the starlight of every corner of the galaxy, but I have found the one who for me, holds the stars."

"Loki?" you asked breathlessly.

Loki gave a small smile. "I was going to ask you tonight, before all of Asgard, if you would marry me. But as always, you made me change my plans when you left the ball early. "

"Marry you?" you whispered. Loki nodded, his pale blue eyes lit up his face.

“That’s why I was away these last few days. I spoke with my father, my mother, even Thor before we left, to ensure that if you were to accept- you would have your rightful place here with me, as a Princess of Asgard.”

“And-if Asgard does not make you happy my dear, then we can live on Earth. We could live anywhere- wherever you want. As long as I have you, I know I will be home.”

Words seemed to fail you. Tears continued to fall down your face as Loki looked at you with unbearable gentleness. “You would have me then?” You asked. “Despite everything..?”

Loki gave you a heartbreaking smile. He placed his hand on the side of your face and stroked your cheek. “Y/n, love,” he murmured. “I wish you could see yourself as I do. But I will spend the rest of our lives showing you how much you mean to me. I will be there, no matter what else comes your way. I will fight for you, and all you hold dear for the rest of my days."

You smiled as tears ran down your face. The wind blew tendrils of your hair around. You put your hands on Loki’s face, pulling him closer until the tips of your foreheads touched.

“Yes,” you whispered. "Yes, I will marry you."

Loki gave a soft, almost relieved, laugh. He used his free arm and wrapped it around your waist as he brought your body closer to his, until there was mere inches between you. His hand splayed out on the bare back of your dress as he brought you in for a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and let him deepen the kiss, wanting to be consumed by him in every way. He broke apart, making sure to pepper your tear stained cheeks with light kisses.

He brought up the other hand that held the crown. You rolled his eyes at him as he spun it around his finger.

“A ring would have sufficed,” you teased.

“Not for you, my dear,” he murmured as he gently placed the crown on top of your head. “Nothing in the cosmos could suffice.”

The crown was light on your head. Loki took a step back to get a good look at you and his eyes seemed to darken as he took you in. You felt your face flush as you reached out for him to come back to you. He smiled as he spun you around, causing your dress to twirl in the moonlight. He kissed you again, holding you tightly against the backdrop of the Asgardian moon.

“Does this mean we have to return to the party?” You asked teasingly against his mouth.

“It is technically our engagement party. It would be rude to keep them waiting all night. I believe my mother had a cake made for us.”

He kissed the length of your neck, taking great care to give every exposed part of your skin attention. You smiled and tipped your head back, happiness radiating from every pore in your body.

“Can we wait- a few more minutes?” You asked breathlessly. Your hands traveled up the back of his neck, entangling into his hair as he kissed your collarbones.

“Darling,” he growled into your skin, “if you keep touching me like that, we may never make it back to that party.”

You laughed, letting yourself forget all of the doubt you had held in your heart. Playfulness danced in your eyes as you tipped Loki's face up to yours.

"No rush, or anything dear," you murmured. "But I did leave my shoes in my room."

Loki chuckled, giving you a wicked grin. With that he lifted you into his arms. "Let us make haste then to the bedroom- to retrieve my dear lady love's shoes, of course."

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mistiell · 2 years

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Crushing on morally grey characters and reading x reader fics about them knowing full well if anyone ever said shit like that to you irl you’d fully start crying >>>

#kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker #kaz brekker imagine #the darkling #aleksander morozova #darkling x reader #aleksander morozova x reader #the darkling’s actually pretty sweet in most fics I’ve read but my point still stands #silco arcane #silco x you #silco x y/n #silco x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki god of mischief

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anonymousfiction211 · 1 year

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Getting through the winter

Summary Loki notices that something is amiss with you. With a little help from Natasha he makes it his mission to cheer you up, while battling with his own anxieties in the process.

Word count 2.640 words

Genre Angsty, fluff

A/N: A little different than what I usually witte. Hope you guys still like it!

Getting through the winter When he entered the living room he didn’t see your presence there. He did see Natasha on her phone, but that wasn’t the person he wanted to see. He casually walked to an empty chair, sitting down and looking around. He opened his book and pretended to read. His mind was occupied elsewhere. After looking for you at the library, kitchen, training room, game room and now living room, he still hadn’t found any sign of you. You weren’t on a mission and he had knocked on your bedroom door early in the morning, but he didn’t hear a sign of life on the other end.

It was almost 11 o’clock in the morning. He was trying to recollect if you had gone out yesterday evening and maybe would be back late. But you weren’t your usual self for the last two weeks and he had noticed that you barely interacted with anyone. Which was unlike you.

He wouldn’t go as far to admit it, but he was starting to miss you. Normally, the two of you would be in the living room together in the morning. Getting up around the same time, you a little earlier than him. He would walk in, see you on the couch, reading the newspaper of that day, with a cup of coffee. After the first week that he was ‘part of the team’ and this event had occurred, you had put out an extra cup of coffee. To his surprise, you had never offered it to him, you had never even mentioned that it was for him, but he could only assume it was. Since there was nobody else around or even awake. So, he sat down next to you, started to read his book, and sipped on the coffee.

‘You’re welcome’ you had said after a while.

He only replied with a grunt.

Little by little, you started to engage conversation in the early mornings. And to his regret it took a lot longer than was necessary, but the two of you ended up as friends. Good friends, maybe even his best friend. It was something about your bubbly personality, the way you ignored all his attempts to push you away at first, how you were endlessly patient with him and always made sure that he felt included. It attracted him. More than he cared to show. But somehow he thought you already knew how much you really meant to him.

But he hadn’t seen you for that morning ritual for the last week and a half. After a few mornings he had even made a cup of coffee for you, as if that would summon you, still he had to try. But you never showed. Today was the first time he had knocked on your door in the early morning, no answer. He couldn’t figure out where you were, and his anxiety that you were avoiding him was starting to settle in. That, and his concern that something had happened. Something bad. It popped up in his head that maybe you had a boyfriend, and that the reason he didn’t see you until midday, was that you were in bed with him. That thought bothered him more than it should.

‘She’s still in bed’ Natasha suddenly said without looking up from her screen.

‘I beg your pardon?’ he replied.

She looked up from her screen, a little smirk across her face. From all the teammates he had, she was the only one he had to challenged him in that way. And while it was the most annoying thing, he also respected that she could keep up. ‘(Y/N), she is still in bed. Has been for the last mornings’ she answered.

‘So? Why tell me?’ he tried.

Rolling her eyes he gave her a murderous look. ‘(Y/N) always struggles in the winter. It has something to do with the lack of light, the cold. It’s called winter depression. And since most of the team has left a few days ago, it’s harder for her’

‘Oh’ was all he said.

He went back to his books, but couldn’t concentrate on the words. He was analysing every word Natasha had just told him. Trying to understand. Trying not to be hurt by he fact that he was all that you were struggling with, lack of light and cold. In his absent mind he started to fiddle with he corner of the page. Once he noticed he had folded the corner, he tried to straighten it. Aggressively trying to fix the page back in shape, as if that would help you.

‘So?’ Natasha said.

‘What?’

‘Aren’t you go run towards her? Trying to cheer her up?’ she said. The smirk was back on her face again.

‘And why would I do that?’

‘I know all about your morning rituals, she actually cares a lot about you. And the fact that you show up every morning tell me enough. Besides, you are a prince. I would expect it for you to play prince charming’ she explained.

She was right. For a moment he contemplated to stay seated and trying to casually bump into you this evening. Not giving Natasha the satisfaction that her assessment was right. But he needed to know that you were alright, even if he embodied everything you hated at the moment.

He got up, and walked away. Rolling his eyes at the smirk that was still plastered on her face. Before he left, he turned around.

‘Oh, by the way. Say hi to Banner when you see him tonight’ now it was his turn to look smug while he noticed the slight shock on her face.

He quickly made his way through your room. When he knocked on the door, you still didn’t answer. He knocked again, but still no sign of life. He was growing impatient. He needed to do something. He tried the doorhandle, but it was locked. He was impatiently pacing around in the hallway. And while it was a high risk for him to take, he decided to teleport in your room.

His eyes needed a minute to adjust to the dark. The curtains were still shut, making the room almost pitch black. His gaze was fixed on you. You laid curled up, blankets clutching in your hands while most of it was trapped between your legs. By the way you were breathing slowly he knew you were asleep. Feeling like he overstepped, he teleported back to the hallway.

Walking back to Natasha, he hated what he was about to do.

‘I need your help’ he almost spat, but restrained himself.

‘What do you want?’ she narrowed her eyes at you.

‘How do you fix winter depression?’ he asked.

‘Just google it, I don’t know’ she shrugged.

He awkwardly stood still in front of her. He hated when they used terms he didn’t understand. ‘I’ll show you’ she finally said. And he was glad that he didn’t have to ask for help again.

To his surprise, Natasha actually was helpful. She even helped him set up. After they were done she said that she was going out with Banner, apparently now that she knew he knew, she just admitted it. He liked that kind of honesty about her. Right before she left, he decided that he might try with her.

‘Natasha?’ he said. She turned around, looking a little confused at him. ‘Thanks’ he barely could make audible. But she smiled and nodded at him before she left.

Now all he needed was you.

‘(Y/N)’ he said quite loud on the other side of the door. He was relieved to hear some stumbling going on. You opened the door a just enough so he could see your face.

‘Yeah?’ the vulnerability in your voice broke his heart.

‘I made snacks and you need to eat’ he said.

‘I didn’t know you could cook?’ you sceptically asked.

‘All right, Natasha made snacks and you need to eat’ he replied. ‘Come, I’m not taking no for an answer. I haven’t seen you all day’ he sounded stern but shot you a smile, knowing that it was a friendly scolding.

‘She made your favourites’ he added.

‘Fine, I’ll go change’ you smiled, but he noticed it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

Loki nervously waited in the living room. He was wondering if he did the right thing. Maybe you would be mad at him. Bu he needed to do something. He just prayed to the Norns that it would cheer you up, even if it was just slightly.

‘Oh my God’ his prayers were interrupted by your gasp.

You looked in total awe at the lightbulb strings that covered the entire living room. The normal lightning was switched off, adding to a cosy ambiance. Loki had spread out all the food on the coffee table in front of the couch. He had prepared all you favourite snacks, from devilled eggs, to different kind of cheeses, to nachos, chocolates and popcorn.

Next to the food he had multiple DVDs stacked on top of each other. He had chosen all comedies in the hope to hear you laugh tonight. He asked what you wanted to drink and went to the kitchen to get it. When he got back he was relieved to see that you had already taken a place on the couch. Wrapped up in a blanket with a plate of different snacks.

‘This is amazing’ you smiled at him.

‘Glad you like it, what do you want to watch?’ he asked.

‘Oh, just pick whatever’ you answered.

Not wanting to make the final choose he let you choose between two DVDs he selected. He put on the movie and to his surprise, you offered him the other half of the blanket. You sat the plate of food between you guys and nestled in to watch the movie.

While you seemed to relax, Loki grew more anxious. He had already put an arm on the back of the couch, wondering if he could slide it down your shoulder and tug you closer towards him. If that would comfort you, if that would upset you.

That’s when he heard you laugh. You had your attention with he movie, Loki hadn’t. But it didn’t matter, he could hear you laugh all night and it would be one of the best nights of his life. During he movie he tried to pay attention, but he shifted his focus to you now and then. When you laughed your whole face lit up, and it was hypnotizing for him to watch.

During the movie he noticed that you started to lean into his chest little by little. Loki’s whole body felt like it was on fire. But he had to remember, you didn’t like winter. You didn’t like darkness, you didn’t like cold, you couldn’t possibly like him.

The movie had come to an end. And you stretched yourself out. ‘So ehm.., do you want to watch another movie or play a game or something?’ you asked. ‘Oh it started to snow!’ you excited exclaimed.

You quickly shot up and walked towards the window. Loki missed your warmth, but was also quite confused about your reaction to snow.

‘Come on!’ you said. You grabbed his hand and pulled him off of the couch. He sheepishly followed you to balcony. You stood outside, without a jacket, watching over the skyline of New York, while it was snowing.

‘What? I thought..’ he started but was at a lost for words.

‘What’s wrong?’ you asked.

‘I thought you hated winter, cold, darkness and everything?’

‘Who told you that?’ you asked.

‘Isn’t that what winter depression is?’ he was properly confused at the moment.

‘No, that’s not exactly. I do like winter. It’s just, daylight is so short these days. It messes up my rhythm, I don’t feel as energetic, I feel tired and a little sad. I just want to curl up and cuddle with a blanket, or someone’ you blushed a little.

‘Oh, I thought.. oh never mind’ he answered. Realizing he might have been jumping to conclusions about you hating everything he was. And wondering how he could even think that you did for a second. It wasn’t in your nature, it wasn’t you.

The two of you talked on the balcony in the snow. Loki wasn’t bothered by the cold, but he saw you starting to shiver a little. He conjured up a large blanket that draped around his shoulders. He moved behind you, grabbed the corners of the blanket and put his arms and the blanket around you as well. It was risky, but he couldn’t restrain himself any longer.

‘Thank you, this is nice’ you whispered.

‘I missed you in the mornings’ he whispered back.

‘I’m sorry. Getting up in the morning while it is still pitch black is quite difficult for me’

‘I can come and get you in the morning, if you want that is of course. Maybe we can go for a walk when the sun is getting up after that?’ Loki proposed.

‘I’d like that’ you said.

You turned around in his embrace, so you could face him. ‘I can’t thank you enough for cheering me up tonight. It gets harder when everyone is away’ you said.

Before he could respond he felt your soft lips press against his. The kiss was innocent and quick, you were blushing heavily and crept a little closer against his chest. ‘I think this winter with you won’t be so bad’ you said.

‘I’m glad I can be of service, darling. But now I insist you come back inside with me. Because, I can feel you shivering even under a blanket. I’m going to make you some hot chocolate’ he said.

‘Do you even know how to make hot chocolate?’ you asked.

‘I’m going to watch you make us some hot chocolate, but I get to decide how much whipped cream and marshmallow go on top. In return, you can pick the next movie’ he smirked.

‘Deal’ you said.

You had fallen asleep on his chest during the second movie. The movie had ended a long time ago, but Loki didn’t dare to move an inch. He was reading a book and glancing back to ensure you were still sleeping peacefully. He couldn’t believe his luck tonight.

He was startled when Natasha and Bruce entered the living room. Bruce was clearly surprised by the scene that was in front of him. If Natasha was shocked, she didn’t show it. She just nodded Bruce to move along. With one quick glance at Loki, he nodded at her and walked away.

‘I didn’t think you would turn so soft so soon’ Natasha said teasingly.

Loki couldn’t be bothered by the teasing with you in his arms. ‘She is the only exception, I can assure you’

‘Good, I like the two of you together. She has been chatting my ears off about how she likes you’ she said.

‘What? You knew? Why didn’t you tell me?’

‘Would you have believed me if I did?’ she asked.

‘That’s fair’ he said.

‘You know, she is a very deep sleeper. If you want you can carry her to bed. She won’t wake’

He looked down at you, and he knew that he could have carried you to bed and hour ago. ‘Just five more minutes’ he said. He wanted to savour every minute of you laying against him. ‘And thanks again, properly this time. I hope I can return the favour one day’

‘Yeah, I don’t think you and Bruce are quite a good fit yet. But who knows, maybe somewhere in the future. Anyway, you’re welcome and good night Loki’ she smiled.

‘Good night, indeed’ he said while he kissed the top of you head.

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unrelatablenarrator · 10 months

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loki x daughter reader

(this is slightly self-indulgent )

fluff

You were sitting by the window of the asgardian palace staring off into space, so into your own head you didn't even hear your father come up behind you until he touched your shoulder.

"Darling are you quite alright i've been looking for you everywhere for you...you seem distant." Loki said looking down at you with concern sitting down in front of you at the window.

" i'm fine....just have alot on my mind is all." you looked up at him trying to give him a small smile to convince him your ok but it wasn't working. "cmon little dove talk to me you can tell me anything you know that" Loki gently placed his hand on your knee giving you a reassuring squeeze.

you left out a long exhale as you nod. "i want to go to college on midgard...and then afterwards i want to become an avenger", you look up at him waiting for his response.

Loki looks at you for awhile unsure what to say but then he smiles pulling you in gently for a hug. "little dove if that is your wish then i am happy with you....my only concern is that it's far from me.

You let out a sigh of relief as you hug him back happy that he wasn't upset with you. "i..um already found a pretty decent college on midgard and i want to major in (pick a major you like)." You excitedly dicuss your plans with him.

Loki listens to you ramble about your college plans tearing up realizing that you were no longer his little girl anymore, you are all grown up now.

He thinks to himself he would gladly do this all over again just to be right were he is right now. He hugs you tightly not wanting to let go "i'm so proud of you dove....always remember even if no one else is i'll always be proud of you.

You smile hugging your father close as you curl up next to him just like you used to when you were younger as you conjure your favorite book into your hands. "read to me" you say handing him the book.

Loki smiles nodding opening the book of poems starting to read to you watching as you slowly drift off to sleep smiling, kissing the top of your head closing the book. "sleep tight little dove".

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mochie85 · 2 years

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HELLO💖

had a quick thought that could maybe turn into something? Not sure lol

Okay well, I was crawling on the floor like an idiot trying to dig up my slippers from under the bed (I have short arms) and I had a thought…Loki finds y/n in a similar situation and just can’t help but stare, becomes a bit a flustered mess if you will, god forbid anyone catches him off guard tho (especially y/n), something fluffy or something funny, anything goes, up to you! He also may selfishly put y/n a similar situation or two after the first instance just to get repeat of his first view bc he’s a mischievous little prick, y/n isn’t stupid tho and catches on quick, starts playing into his games, and starts making it unbearable for him after she starts wearing skirts or something, ok lemme shut up now

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To Fold and To Flex

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Summary: Loki didn't realize he was in love with you until he saw you from a new perspective. A/N: I hope you liked this @loopsisloops. Sorry, it took so long. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Warnings: Mostly fluff. No details of smut, but very suggestive scenes. Dividers: @firefly-graphics

The cloud inside Loki’s mind wouldn’t lift. It wasn’t a headache perse, more of an annoyance. He’s felt like this for a couple of months now. A feeling of something he’s missed. It was almost within his grasp but he couldn’t, for the life of him, figure out what it was.

It was better whenever he would spend time with you. The clouds would go away and he found joy in your laughter. He found excitement in your shared love of mischief. He found peace in the late afternoons with you, sharing your love of music with him.

However, whenever you were not around, the fogginess in his head somehow got worse. It traveled down his body, onto his chest. Squeezing him tight. Making him unable to breathe at times. What unexpected power you had over him?

You did not have any magical talents as a witch or perhaps a mutant. Loki has checked your file multiple times and asked both Wanda and Strange to look into you. Strange just rolled his eyes at him - the nerve! Wanda - Wanda wouldn’t stop smiling after Loki explained the situation to her.

“Maybe you should just hang out with her more often. Make those clouds go away for good!” She suggested with a smirk.

“What kind of half-brained idea is that? Would you tell an alcoholic to drink more liquor? Or an addict to take more of their narcotics?” Loki shouted back as he turned and walked away from her. They were ridiculing him. They must be. No one here ever thought him serious.

Hence, here he was, sitting up alone in his bed. His head in his hands trying to figure out where this heaviness came from. What was it about you that made him think of you at all hours of the day? Why does every melody he hears remind him of the twilight evenings listening to old records with you?

Walking down to the kitchen, he decided to raid Tony’s liquor cabinet. A habit he picked up from you whenever you needed to stop overthinking about something serious. Then maybe tomorrow he would confront you about your power over him and perchance he could bargain with you to let him go. You must have some sort of control or spell bewitching him.

Perhaps you had some elven blood in you, some Aether. And you weren’t aware you were doing it. He could help you! He could help you control your powers. Yes! It would undoubtedly lead to more time spent together. But if it’s for your own good. For your own safety. Then he would risk this dense cloud over his heart and mind a little longer to help you.

As he strode quietly to the kitchen, Loki could make out loud clinks of glass coming from the bottom cabinets of the bar. There could be any number of you still awake at this time and he turned to go back into his room. He found the thought of making small talk with anyone from the team tedious and insincere.

“Ugh, where are you?!” he heard your muffled groan. He stopped midstride, turning back around towards the kitchen, with a wide grin on his face. He was about to say some amorous remark about how you needn’t look any further, for here he was – the perfect specimen - standing in front of you.

But he couldn’t. He rounded the corner and was met with your curvaceous rear end in some remarkably tight leggings. Loki’s eyes widened. He tilted his head as his mouth opened to an appreciative shock. He found you on your knees as you were reaching for something deep in the cabinets. Your small grunts and curses invaded his head.

It wasn’t until he saw you, in that precarious position, that it hit him. A hard blow to the lungs. Like the clouded air was knocked out of him and all he could do was just stand there and look at your luscious arse.

I want her. He finally admitted to himself. Loki closed his mouth and snapped out of it. Is that drool coming out of my lips?

“Ugh…come on. Just a little closer,” you grunted. Loki bit his bottom lip at hearing your phrase. “Yes!” you breathed out as you found whatever it was you were looking for.

As if the gods themselves slowed down time, he watched you stand up. Your hair gathered to one side of your face. Your body slid up along his and he felt warmth emanating from you. The light in your eyes turned the color into a new hue. When you looked up at him, you had released your bottom lip from the bite you held it in.

And Loki’s heart skipped a beat.

“Shit!” You whispered. “I wasn’t stealing anything!” You said hiding the bottle of whiskey behind you.

“What are you hiding dear?” His wide smile made your heartache and double over. He pushed his arms under yours and around your waist, pulling you closer in his embrace. The scent of his cologne muddles your senses as he reached for the pilfered bottle you were holding behind you.

“When did you get here? I didn’t hear you come in?” you asked him.

“I haven’t been down here very long. I heard the sounds of thieving and was wondering who would be brave enough to rob the Avengers in the middle of the night.” You giggled at his words. Gods, he loved the sound of your giggle.

He took the bottle from behind you and opened the twist cap with his nimble thumb. The cap opened so fast it flew off the bottle onto the counter. Loki took a swig of whiskey. His eyes never left yours while his other hand still wrapped around your waist.

“Hey! That was mine. I stole that fair and square!” You stomped your foot. Gods you look adorable!

“Why are you up so late?” Loki smiled, offering the bottle back to you.

“My mind wouldn’t rest,” you said, taking the bottle and drinking a sip yourself.

“Couldn’t sleep either, huh?” Loki asked as you moved away from his embrace. He fought the urge to squeeze you to keep you in place.

“Ya. I’m still jetlagged from the mission.” You offered. It wasn’t a lie. But Loki knew it was only a half-truth. “That’s my excuse. What’s yours?” you quickly asked.

You, he wanted to say. “As I said, I heard someone trying to steal something in the kitchen. And I thought I would be proactive and stop the evildoer from doing any harm.” He teased you. “Or from stealing all of Tony’s beloved liquor.”

“Stop. I wasn’t stealing!” You jokingly pushed him on his right peck, feeling the strong hard muscle underneath. He caught your hand as it was touching him and he held it against himself for a short while before conventionality made it seem awkward. He couldn’t stop wanting to touch you.

“I’ll replenish what I sto-borrowed.” You said blushing. You busied yourself finding two old-fashioned glasses for the whiskey. Trying to hide the dimpled smile forming on your face.

Your hair had fallen down, covering you. Loki wouldn’t have that and he delicately pulled your strands back behind your ear. You turned to face him with a warm smile, “Thanks,” you said.

Loki was stunned. All this time, he never once saw you as anything more than a friend. How could he? He was resigned to the thought that no one here in this realm would ever want to be with him. He couldn’t – no, wouldn’t – think of anyone here that way because he didn’t want to get himself attached and subsequently get hurt.

So he turned off that side of him. Looked at the world through the hazy filter of friendship and amiable companionship. That cloudy filter inevitably obscured his view of you and your relationship together.

But one look at you in that indefensible position - your beautiful body offered up before him like a sacrifice to an insidious god - he couldn’t help but break that filter and replace it with lust-filled longing and a desperate stare.

It went on for quite some time. His stare. His longing. It was like he was looking at you through new eyes. Your soft supple skin, your buoyant laughter, that round curvaceous ass! He couldn’t stop thinking about that night he found you, on your knees with your plump cheeks in the air, tempting him to run his palm around you. He had to see it again.

“You got a little something…” Wanda said to Loki, breaking his train of thought. “…right here.” She said motioning to the side of her lips. “Are you drooling?” Loki quickly went to wipe his lips only to find them dry. Wanda started laughing.

Loki was upset at being mocked. “Why are you here? Come to give me more asinine advice on my predicament?”

“It’s the tower’s gym, Loki. I’m here to train. Just like everybody else. Although, you’re spectating more than you are working out. What, or rather, whom are you watching?” Wanda’s eyes followed Loki’s stare.

They watched you mount Wilson on the mat. Your arms and legs wrapped around him in a chokehold. Wilson tapped your arm, yielding to your capture. How Loki wished it was him your arms were wrapped around.

“Uh-huh. I’m glad you took my asinine advice! You’re welcome by the way.” Wanda provoked.

“I beg your pardon?!” Loki asked confused and heartbroken.

“I overheard Bucky trying to ask her out for a cup of coffee and she said she’s flattered but that she’s seeing someone.” Wanda relayed. “So I assumed you took my advice and asked her out. That’s why you’re drooling in the middle of the gym making that heart-eye emoji face.” Wanda rounded her fingers shaping them into a heart against her eyes as she walked back to her yoga mat.

Loki looked back at you. Were you being courted by someone already? Had he missed his chance? He watched as you bent down stretching your back. Your legs spread apart as both hands reached for your left ankle. You did a quick little bounce and reached over to your right ankle.

Loki groaned inside. He swallowed hard, as he watched you stretch your upper legs and back muscles. You stood back up and turned towards him. Both of your eyes briefly meet. Norns, I got caught staring. Loki quickly resumed his own workout of…for fucks sake, what was I working out? Loki conjured weights in his hand and he proceeded to do reps.

“Hey Silver-tongue, what’chu working on?” you asked as you strode towards him.

“498, 499, 500…oh, hello darling. How can I help you?” You watched him do his bicep curls. His lean muscle stretched the thin fabric of his shirt. You could follow the veins in his arms as he made them taught and then relax.

“I was hoping for a spotter. I wanted to work on my quads.”

“I would be happy to oblige.” Loki quickly agreed. He had no idea what a spotter was or what part of your body the quads were located in. But seeing that you chose him over anyone else in the gym - over the seething Barnes who was watching with narrowed eyes over in the corner - he couldn’t help but be elated.

Loki quickly learned what he had to do and now he regretted putting himself in this predicament. How could he possibly get out of this without embarrassing himself in front of you?

He stood behind you as you carried a long bar over your shoulders with heavy weights on either end. You proceeded to do squats. Bringing your body down and then back up again. “What exactly am I to do again, darling?” Loki asked as you continued to do another squat.

“Watch my form. Make sure I’m doing it correctly. One misalignment could mean an injury or at the very least aching muscles tomorrow morning.” Oh, he was watching your form all right.

“And this is supposed to help…” Loki’s head tilted as he watched you squat down, “…your thighs?” Those delicious thighs.

“Yes. And I know you can take this weight off me easily if I can’t continue.” You grunted as you stood. The primal sound embedded itself in his imagination. “I know how strong you are. You can probably carry this weight with your pinky finger.” You complimented.

Loki huffed. “Are you flattering me? And they call me ‘Silver-tongue?’” he smiled.

“I’ve seen you Loki, I know how strong you are. You shouldn’t hide under so many layers.” You winked at him.

“Watch what you say around me, darling.”

“Or what? It’ll inflate that ego of yours?” you giggled. As you stood up from your last squat.

You watched him come closer behind you. A smirk on his lips as his tongue peeked out. He leaned in closer to your ear and whispered, “Or else, I’ll have to show you the genuine reason why they call me Silver-tongue.” His voice vibrated in your ear, tickling it, sending shivers down your side.

You dropped the barbell behind you. Loki caught it with one hand. “Looks like you did need someone to spot you after all.”

Is Loki flirting with me? You looked into his glinting eyes searching for that familiar friendly gaze. The one he always gave you after he said such things. The one where he placed you back in the box labeled ‘friend’. Only this time, it wasn’t there. There was something deviant in his eyes. As if you were seeing them for the first time. Clear and dark.

His eyes roamed your body as if he were imagining all the lewd things he wanted to do to each and every single part of you. You shivered at his gaze. What changed? You wondered. When did he stop being my friend and started wanting something more?

Neither of you could help it. The tension was too irresistible to fight. Flirting with the god of mischief was dangerous. You trusted your friend, Loki. The one you would spend afternoons listening to music with while he read to you on the couch. But Loki - the silver-tongued god of mischief? Silver-tongue was someone different. He was darker. More dominating. He was confident and arrogant. And you would be lying only to yourself if you said that it didn’t turn you on. Neither of you were bold enough to admit your feelings to each other. And both of you were too proud to give in. The two of you stuck in an endless game of cat and mouse.

You started wearing skirts to tease him. But he would play into it, knocking down whatever you had in your hand with his seidr, just to see you bend over. Short of doing “the Bend and Snap,” you teased him by running your hands up your thighs, then your hips. Lifting your skirt slightly as you slowly got up. You would roll your eyes secretly. You knew Loki was around somewhere watching you, but you didn’t know where.

You would get him back though! Whenever you would pass behind him you would drag your fingernails across his back, shoulder to shoulder. You never passed up the opportunity to touch him. You particularly liked it when he would wear his long hair up in a messy bun. You would have access to his long neck and you would run your fingernails lazily along the back.

He would shiver in response. You especially liked it when he was around other people and you caught him off guard and he would just freeze and stop whatever he was doing. He’d close his eyes and just relish in your touch as you softly play with the hairs on the back of his neck.

It all came to a head one night when Loki was on his way down to the kitchen for some more of Tony’s expensive, top-shelf liquor. He heard some rustling in the cabinets again and wondered if it was you. Eager, he came around and saw you fishing the cabinets for the whiskey he purposely hid in the back of the cabinet. Loki stood there, mesmerized once again by your curvaceous body in your sleep shorts. The fabric riding up so high they barely covered you. His hand involuntarily moved closer. On their own, they reached out to you. You quickly found the bottle and stood yourself back up with ease. Those squats really do help.

“Darling,” Loki said as his hands curled around your waist. He couldn’t resist any longer. You were surprised to find him behind you.

“Loki. What are you doing here?” you asked. “Couldn’t sleep either?”

“No. Not with you running through my mind all night.” His hands felt warm against your body. He buried his nose on the side of your neck. His lips threatened to kiss your skin, but he was still hesitant. He knew that as soon as his lips touched your body, there would be no going back. He would crave you more and more and there would be no satisfying his addiction to you.

You placed the bottle down on the counter, forgotten, and placed your hands on top of his. You guided him up your torso, to your eager breasts. He moaned as he leaned into you. Your body was trapped between his growing length and the cold kitchen counter.

Your hands continued up towards his hair, splaying your fingers and reaching that sensitive part behind his neck. Making a fist in his hair, grabbing it, pushing his face closer to your neck, aching to feel his lips on your skin.

“Don’t tease me, Silver-tongue.” You simpered. That pet name does things to him. Only you would be able to call him that and make it sound so wicked. So desperate, yet so reverent.

“Unlike the way you’ve been teasing me, kitten? With those scratches on my back. Touching me the way you do.” He growled, giving in to the taste of your honeyed skin on his lips.

“I thought you liked my hands on you.” You asked naively.

“Hmm. Why do you think I started wearing my hair up?” One of his hands roamed up to your neck, while the other pulled your hips flushed against him. “Do you know how many times I’ve pictured taking you, bent over for me like a common harlot? Every time I see you bowed over, presenting your delicious curves to me like a maiden offering up herself to a selfish god.”

“Why do you think I started wearing skirts?” You asked playfully. You could feel Loki’s smile against your skin. He pulled your face towards his, finally capturing your lips in a deadly kiss. His thumb stroked your cheek as he sucked on your upper lip.

Loki broke off the kiss, his lips lingering a little longer over yours. “Come,” he commanded. He led your dazed figure back towards the bedroom hallways.

“What are we doing?” You asked beguilingly. We. He liked the sound of ‘we.’

“Neither of us can sleep. I know a couple of ways to make us tired,” he said as he picked you up over his shoulder, laying his hand on your delicious ass and smacking it.

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just-another-blog-of-fluff · 2 years

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Little Quirks

Word count: 2,150

Pairing: Loki x reader (no pronouns used) - established relationship

Warnings: softer Loki in this one

It's been a while since I wrote a fic with Loki's softer side predominantly, so I wanted this to be simple and sweet. Based off a Prompt where Loki accidentally tickles reader even when he isn't trying to. This one is relatively short and without a ton of back story, since I don't have a ton (or really any, haha) shorter Loki fics!

He learned about it by accident.

You and Loki had only been officially together for a week when he found out. While he had never held back showering you with his silver-tongued gift for eloquent complements and reverent proclamations even before you became an item, physical affection was a new development between the two of you. For the amount of criticism he received for being mischievous and untrustworthy, he was exceedingly cautious and respectful when it came to your relationship. He took things at your pace, always initiating any physical contact gradually so as not to make you feel uncomfortable with his advances.

The morning he found out about your weakness, the pair of you had been in the kitchen making your own individual breakfasts. Loki needed something in the cabinet above your head, and so he placed a gentle hand on your waist to alert you to his presence behind you. He hadn’t left nearly enough weight in his touch, and you instinctively buckled away from his fingers with a giggle.

“Sorry,” you’d stammered as you spun around to face the god with a prickling heat in your cheeks. “I- you just-”

“Ticklish, darling?” he’d asked with a fond smile, fluttering his fingers more intentionally against your side. You’d squeaked in response, hiding your face in your hands to hide the color blooming in your cheeks. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He’d left you alone the remainder of that day, seemingly not wanting to overstep given the newness of your relationship. But it wouldn’t be long before the subject arose once again.

The next time it happened was a mere couple weeks later.

Loki had been gone on a mission out of country for a few days. When you finally reunited with him in the tower hangar as he deboarded the jet, you’d practically thrown yourself into his arms in elation. He’d scooped you up in a strong embrace, lifting your feet slightly off the ground as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. When he’d set you down, he pulled back slightly to gaze at you, his hand sliding down to the small of your back as he pressed his lips against yours.

The feather-light sensation of his fingertips trailing down your spine caused you to giggle into his lips, squirming a bit under the ticklish touch. You’d felt him grin against your mouth in response as he scratched five fingers against the small of your back.

“Mmph- Loki!” you scolded half-heartedly, pulling away from his kiss as heat rushed to your face.

“Sorry, love - I couldn’t resist.”

It became a rather frequent occurrence in your relationship. The simplest, seemingly benign forms of physical touch would elicit a giggle or cause you to fold away from his fingertips ticklishly. You never minded, of course - Loki always touched you with such gentle care and tenderness that you would never shun away his advances.

On the other hand, though, you began to feel rather self-conscious about it. You’d never known yourself to be so sensitive. Of course - you hadn’t been involved in such frequent instances of physical affection in years. Perhaps you’d just forgotten, or maybe you’d never had the opportunity to learn this fact about yourself before dating someone as playfully affectionate as Loki.

It wasn’t a characteristic you necessarily wanted to associate with yourself. You were tough; feisty; a force to be reckoned with. It was part of what had drawn Loki to you in the first place - rarely did he come across someone who challenged him the way you did. The fact that you couldn’t handle a simple, innocent hand placed at your waist without bursting into giggles was far from the spitfire you sought to be.

Loki never took things too far in these moments of accidental tickling. Of course, being the mischievous god he is, he wasn’t afraid to pin you to his chest and tickle you senseless when you were particularly brazen with him. But when it was unintentional, he merely offered you that fond, endeared smile of his and let it go with a teasing comment. Perhaps a swift fluttering of fingers at your side or belly. Nothing more.

He hadn’t realized how self-conscious you'd become about it until much later in your relationship.

You had been working in Tony’s lab this particular evening, hunched over a workbench as you diligently worked to repair the damaged section of your battle armor after taking a shot to the back of the shoulder. It had certainly done its job in protecting you, but it had taken a bit of a beating in the process.

Suddenly, two large hands landed on your shoulders, squeezing affectionately before sliding down your arms. You knew immediately it was Loki, grinning involuntarily as you sat up a bit straighter to allow him to properly greet you.

“What brings you down here to visit?” you asked with a teasing edge in your voice. Loki’s arms wrapped around you in an embrace, pulling you back against his chest where he stood behind the stool you were perched on.

“Do I need a reason to visit you?” he countered, matching your teasing tone.

“Well I am trying to work here,” you hummed, “I can’t be getting distracted by handsome demigods while I’m working.”

“Perhaps I enjoy distracting you.” He ducked down and pressed his lips to the soft skin of your neck. You shrugged your shoulder in response with a squeak, giggles streaming from your lips as he peppered your neck with ticklish kisses.

“L-Loki! Yohou know my n- hehey!” You pushed gently at his head to shoo him away. “You know my neck is ticklish!”

“I simply meant to shower you with my affection,” he whispered in your ear. “It isn’t my fault you’re so incredibly sensitive.”

He hadn’t intended it as a true dig at you, but his words struck a nerve deep inside your heart. It clearly wasn’t normal to be this ticklish. How had he dealt with this annoying quirk of yours for so long? It must be incredibly frustrating to him, you thought - all he'd wanted to do was dote on you with tender kisses, and you could barely handle it for even a second.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, returning your full attention to your work. “I wish I could help it.”

His arms loosened around your shoulders, but he hovered there for a moment wordlessly. You could only imagine he was trying to hold back from nagging you about it further. Finally, he released you from his embrace, appearing at your side. You glanced up curiously, offering him a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“I’ll leave you be, darling. Would you join me for a movie this evening?”

“Yes, of course.”

He pressed his lips gently to your forehead, lingering there for a moment. He didn’t say anything more as he turned and left the lab. The silence that fell in his absence trapped you in your own head.

As promised, you sought out Loki in one of the common rooms that evening to join him for a film and a quiet, intimate night in. When you arrived, he had already dimmed the lights and laid a blanket out for the two of you to curl up together on the sofa, knowing how much you adored it. He patted the sofa cushion beside him, inviting you to sit down so he could wrap you up in his arms.

"Were you able to repair your armor?" he asked as you entered the room.

"Yeah, it's finished."

"Good. You know I won't have you out there battling with damaged armor." He spread his arm out toward you as you sat beside him, offering for you to lean into his side.

"I know, I know... Mr. Overprotective," you nagged teasingly, pulling the blanket over your legs before shifting to rest your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you, slipping his hand down from your upper arm along your side to rest at your waist. You twitched under his fingertips, giggling ticklishly.

"So sensitive, darling," he teased, scratching lightly at your side where his fingers rested. You groaned through giggles, turning your head to bury your burning face in his chest.

"I'm sorry... I can't help it," you mumbled into the fabric of his shirt, shifting your arm down to block your side from his wriggling fingers. His hand stilled against you, and you felt him shift to turn his upper body toward you more fully.

"There's nothing to apologize for," he assured, a certain firmness in his tone. You sat up a bit so you could meet his gaze, peering up at him through your eyelashes.

"But it must be so... annoying for you. You barely even touch me and I... it's..."

"On the contrary," he interjected, relieving you of the need to finish your babbling sentence. "I find it to be an endearing little trait of yours."

"You're just saying that," you mumbled.

"How could I not appreciate having the ability to elicit those enchanting giggles of yours with such ease?" Loki fluttered his fingers against your side for emphasis, grinning as you proved his point, laughing and squirming closer to him under his ticklish touch. "Is this what had you upset earlier while you were working in the lab? Does it bother you?"

"No... I mean, you doing it doesn’t bother me. It’s just… I’m embarrassed about it."

"There is nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Yes there is! I'm supposed to be tough, and yet I'm too... sensitive."

"I prefer you this way. It’s quite adorable, actually. Not to mention,” - he tugged you closer by the waist, and you squeaked in surprise at the sudden gesture - “it’s rather entertaining for me.”

“Loki! Dohon’t you d-AHARE!!” His fingertips met your belly, scribbling gently against the fabric of your shirt. With a shriek, you toppled over sideways across his lap as your muscles weakened with your giggles.

"I find it charming that you never make an effort to escape this, despite how torturous you claim it is." His fingertips danced across your belly, expertly evading your batting hands to continue tickling you. "You simply melt into my arms instead. Especially if I tickle you right..."

"Loki!" You squirmed anxiously as you felt his fluttering fingers spidering up your side, knowing what was coming. "N-uh-huh-no, dohon't even-"

"It's far too late to argue, darling. I'm already intoxicated by the sound of your beautiful laughter."

Your face burned, this time in flustered but pleasant embarrassment at his words of adoration. As you opened your mouth to rebut his statement, his tickling fingers found purchase on the sensitive skin overlaying your ribcage where your side wrapped around your back. By now, he knew from months of trial and error that even the most delicate, light touch at that spot would have you laughing and writhing in his arms. And today was no different.

It wasn't a lie when you'd told him you weren't bothered by the fact that he often tickled you; in fact, you adored this gentle, playful side of Loki that he reserved solely for you. And, you supposed, if it didn't bother him that you were so sensitive to his touch even when his intentions were innocent, you could learn to live with it.

Loki continued his targeted scratching at your ribs until you went limp from the efforts of your giggling. His fingertips trailed softly down your back as he sensed you were tiring, tracing abstract patterns against the thin cotton of your shirt to keep eliciting those light, airy giggles he enjoyed so much. Neither of you spoke for a moment as you caught your breath, an occasional pleasant shiver running through you when his fingertips grazed along a particularly sensitive spot on your back.

"I hope you understand I wasn't jesting when I told you I find it endearing, the way you react so charmingly to my touch." His fingers stilled against your back, resting at your waist. "There's no need to feel ashamed of it."

"Thanks," you hummed appreciatively, nestling more comfortably with your head resting on his leg. Loki scooped up the television remote to start the movie you'd intended to watch together. You were surprised to find that you felt a sense of loss now that he'd stopped tracing gentle patterns along your back. "You, uh... didn't have to stop, if you didn't want to."

Loki made a noise of understanding deep in his throat. Glancing up briefly at his face, you saw a spark of amusement flash in his eyes. Still, he said nothing as he started the film. Moments later, you felt his fingertips tracing along your back once again, drawing those absentminded, swirling patterns that elicited pleasant chills.

You supposed, maybe, you could learn to live with this little quirk you had.

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Can you write a little something about Loki taking care of y/n after she gets hurt from falling while riding her bicycle? And maybe she’s sick with a sinus infection too?

I’m sitting in a doctor’s office waiting for x-rays of every joint in my left arm after going off the side of a bike ramp and wiping out. Got diagnosed with a freak sinus infection that went from 0 to 100 in less than 24 hours yesterday. I went for the bike ride to try to break things up in my sinuses and ended up crashing… A sweet Loki caring for y/n story would be lovely. 🥹

Combined these two requests as it seemed similar. Thank you so much for reading my work and loving it so much. Hope you enjoy it and I hope both of you are feeling better now 💚🤗

Warning: General sickness, sinus infection, fluff

Loki x Sick Reader

You groaned as you sneezed again, your sinus infection was acting up and on the top of it you even got fever last night. Your whole body felt as if it was run over by a bulldozer, you hated, no wait, absolutely despised being sick. There was nothing fun about not being able to breathe from your nose.

"Princess" you looked at the god of mischief aka your boyfriend as he returned to the bedroom with a bowl of soup in his hands. He didn't know how to cook but he learned the recipe from this thing called YouTube and he hoped that the chicken soup he made was edible at least. He didn't want you to get even more ill because of his cooking

"Look at you..being all—" before you could finish your sentence you had a sneeze waiting to explode.

"Ahhh okay, woooh, my brain almost came out.. look at you being all wifey huh" he chuckled as he sat down on the edge of the bed, he conjured a bed tray and placed the bowl on it.

You couldn't believe sometimes that you got to call him yours, when you met him he didn't even look at you twice, he was mean, aloof and he was allergic to things like using words to communicate and expressing his emotions in a healthy way. But slowly and after much persuasion from your side he started to melt, he started to see you differently from other mortals. After a month of you pestering him to go out on a date with him, when he finally did he was smittened, floored by this enigma of a woman who was hell bent on loving him. Women weren't like this on Asgard, they didn't act so cute around him the way you did, he adored you, every part of you.

"Shush your mouth and drink it or eat it, I read that this infection you are having will take a couple of days to go away, how do you feel my sweet girl?" he tucked your hair behind your ears and you hummed in response.

"I feel like a turd but I'm glad my boyfriend that I love so much is here, btw this is yummmmyy" his eyes twinkled as you said, everytime you confessed your undying love for him his heart fluttered. Sometimes he couldn't even believe that he was loved by someone, someone so pure and selfless.

"That's a relief, let me prepare a warm bath for you okay? You do not have a fever now do you?" he pressed his palm on your forehead and you shook your head. He was wearing a black shirt and a pair of trousers, not that you didn't adore him in his asgardian glory but just something about him being so casual like a normal human boyfriend made you feel so giddy.

"Finish it before I return, I love you" he kissed your forehead and strutted towards the bathroom. After the bath he picked you up effortlessly and dressed you up in new clothes, then he brushed your hair to get rid of all the tangles

"Looooo" you looked up at him and he hummed in response while his mind focused on being as gentle as he could be with your scalp, you had a sensitive scalp and he didn't want to hurt you

"You are pretty lo..so pretty" you smiled and scrunched your nose, that somehow made you sneeze again, your nose thought of it as a sneezing invitation

"Thank you my sneezy little monster, and you are divine even when you are sick"

You smiled and he groaned as his phone rang,

"Speak" that's how he addressed a phone call, he hated the word hello for some reason, he rolled his eyes as it was Stark on the other side, while he was talking you just admired the way his lips moved

"Look I do not have time for this alright, he can die for all I care but I need answers by tonight, honestly be grateful I am not there or he'd be dead right now, make him speak" he got so angry by the time he was done, so pissed off and he huffed as he cut the call

He was ruthless, scary, and mean with others. But not with you, never with you

"Sorry about that darling, what were you saying to me hmm?" His voice turned softer instantly, and he leaned down to kiss you, then he focused on detangling your locks again

"I love you so much" he smiled as you said that

"I love you more sweet princess"

He picked you up again and carried you like a baby, then he placed you down on the kitchen counter while he attempted to make lunch for you.

Something nutritious and healthy. That's what sick mortals are supposed to eat.

"How does Vegetable porridge sound?" He asked you and you scrunched your nose again

"It sounds horrible but I know you'd make it good my master chef"

He made a cup of ginger tea for you to sip on while he made lunch, it helps with the blocked nose. At this point you didn't even need a doctor, he researched everything even though he has never gotten sick himself. Some godly immunity he said. While the porridge was in the pot simmering he walked over to you, placed his arms around your sides, and smiled as he watched your face contorting, you placed your hands on your face to avoid sneezing all over him

"How are you so adorable all the time?" He asked you as he kissed your forehead

"I'm adorable with adorable people"

"Oooh the flattery, are you trying to get into my pants miss?" He gasped and you raised your brow

"Glad you noticed" you winked and he smiled so wide. He loves you immensely, he'd do anything for you.

Once he fed you lunch with his own hands, he gave you the medicines you were supposed to take and then he finally picked you up and it was time for the mandatory sick cuddle fest, so he laid you down on the bed, got next to you and snuggled you into him tightly, you sighed as you felt his comforting touch. You are sooo going to husband him up someday.

"You know I hate being sick but if you would take care of me like this may be I wouldn't dread it so much when I feel it coming next time" he caressed your head with his fingers and his eyes teared up, he was so soft for you, you always melted him like a butter over the hot knife

"Well as much as I enjoy this I never want to see you suffer like this again"

"Mmmmmm gosh I am going to marry you someday" he couldn't help but chuckle as you said that

"I'll be an awful husband darling"

"That's what you said to me when I asked you to be my boyfriend, look at you now, treating me like a queen"

"Well you are my queen" you pecked on his lips softly and got on top of him, he was more comfortable to sleep on then the bed. He had a busy job as an avenger, most of the times you didn't get to see him for days in a row, he was supposed to be on a mission yesterday but as soon as he found that you have fallen ill he dropped everything and he haven't left your side since, and you knew he wouldn't until you are back at being your healthiest.

"Darling" you hummed as the medicine started to make you feel drowsy very quickly.

"You can marry me someday or tomorrow, or today if you want, I would want to do that with you" you looked at him and your eyes teared up. The heartless god of mischief wasn't so heartless. Not with the people he loved and cared about.

"Okay we will do it someday"

You hated being sick but now that you had someone like him taking care of you like this, the feeling got from worse to just bad.

As long as you had him you knew you'd never have to suffer alone..

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 11 months

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Things We Can't Change

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

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You swirl the whisk around, wrist keeping a sharp and tenuous rotation as you hold the bowl steady. The rhythmic ting of the metal against the glass fills the kitchen and the silence of the large house. The place is static and surreal, just like the rest of your life. Ever since…

Don’t think. You won’t be alone tonight. Isn’t that something to look forward to? Is there anything left in this world you can be happy for? Maybe if you could feel anything but the flatline.

“My brother is not very happy,” Loki’s voice brings your head up as he strides coolly, “something about that little mouse and her attitude.”

“Oh…” you look back down, focusing on the batter’s consistency. Almost there. The burning in your tendons is almost enjoyable. To feel anything but dread. “Are they not coming then?”

“I never said that, darling,” Loki stops at the end of the marble island and rests his hand atop it

“Good, good,” you utter, “wouldn’t want this to go to waste.”

“Please, it will. No doubt my brother will leave crumbs littered across the floor like the animal he is.”

You look at him again and give a tight-lipped smile. He does this, makes you and offer but makes it feel like a favour asked. Was it not his suggestion to have Muffing come keep you company? Because he said it would cheer you up. That it would help you forget.

How could you forget what he did? You narrow your eyes and stare at him. Your wrist moves out of instinct and a loud clink keeps you from a full-blown glare. You look down. Fuck.

“Gosh,” you stop and drop the whisk to lean against the brim, “looks like I ruined them myself.”

You sniff and turn away. You go to the other counter and pull close the tray of eggs. Start over. That’s the good part about baking, you can always try again.

You separate the yolk into one bowl and the whites another. You flinch and break through the yellow with the shell as Loki snakes his arms around you from behind. You cringe as your whites are stained with the viscous slime. You suppress your disappointment and lower the shell as he nuzzles your neck.

“It is rather amusing to think of how you midgardians can find such joy in menial tasks,” he purrs, “on Asgard, we have servants who bake our bread.”

“Mmm,” you stiffen and rest your hand on the counter. “You must miss it.”

“I do, though Asgard never missed me,” he sways you with him, “we have some time… they are still upon the road…”

His hands slip down your sides and frame your hips. He pulls you against him, pressing his twitching crotch flush to your ass. You curl your fingers and swallow a shudder.

“I’ve egg on my hands,” you sidle free of him and grab a dishcloth, “and I promised Muffin strawberry meringues the next time she was in town.”

“Do you even know if she heard you? The creature seems rather oblivious.”

“She’s not stupid,” you argue but keep your tone from piquing, “she’s quiet, that’s all.”

“To think, my brother would make that his wife,” he approaches you again, penning you in before the sink, “none are so fortunate as me, are they?” He looms closely, leaning in until his nose brushes your forehead, “when I heard of those buffoons and their missing women… not me and my darling.” He touches the emerald at your throat, “I shall always keep her close.”

“My prince,” you murmur, “I wouldn’t…”

“I know you wouldn’t, darling, you are a prince’s wife now. You know your duties. You’ve proven to me that you could never let me down, yes?”

“Yes, my prince,” you reply.

You hold back a tide of rage. You never would have said yes if you knew what it meant. If you knew what he would do. It wasn’t a fair trade. He is worth none of it but he is all you have left. Besides, he will never let you go and that fact sounds a lot more romantic than it truly is.

“My princess,” his hand crawls down your skirt, slowly tugging it up your thigh as he rubs his nose against yours, “the only promise I care for is that which you made to me.”

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