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sinsandguilt · 1 year
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Stain Me (Loki x Female Reader Drabble)
Just a quick drabble inspired by the song Holy Water by Zippermouth. This is only my second time ever posting any writing on Tumblr so sorry if it’s kind of bad or rubbish 😅
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Loki looked up at the woman hovering above him, her fingertips caressing and tracing every line, ever scar, every shadow of muscular definition on his bare torso. She inspected his form like he was a priceless art piece, with her gaze so fond and warm he thought he could burn up in her eyes. He felt so overwhelmed with emotion, to be doted upon and admired so earnestly, that he would surely be punished for it. It had to be some kind of sin, for someone as marred and dirty as him, to have won the affections of one so pure.
“Don’t…” he uttered softly, his hands trembling almost imperceptibly as he reached for his lover’s wrists, halting her movements.
Her eyes snapped to his, filled with confusion and concern. Concern. Concern for one so unredeemable as him. It was too much to bear.
“What?” she questioned. The fear that she had overstepped some sort of boundary shone plain as day on her features. “Loki, what’s wrong?”
He let out a shaking breath, tense shoulders shuddering as he exhaled. “You don’t want this,” he told her. “You do not want me.”
She cocked her head innocently, signalling she did not understand. The God could read her like a book, and he could virtually see the thoughts that would be whirring through her mind at that moment. Have I not shown you otherwise? Is this not enough? How can I love you more? How can I prove my love to you? Silly girl, if only she knew of the wretched acts he had wrought in his time, the pain and suffering he had caused, she would see the error in choosing him to love.
Of course, Loki knew she was aware of his past transgressions. There were few who had not heard tale of his evil deeds. But surely she did not truly comprehend the magnitude of his blackened past. For if she did, there was no way she would have given her heart to him as she had chosen.
“My dear heart,” he continued, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on the inner side of her wrists, “I am not a creature you wish to align yourself with. I am…” he swallowed the lump in his throat. “I am damaged, corrupted. You, who are nothing but kind and good, should not dirty yourself with the likes of me. If you are the holiest, most crystal clear of waters, then I am not but a murky, muddy pool, stained with the blood of my sins. You should not-” his words were silenced as she placed her lips upon his in a kiss that was hard and urgent, one which she did not pull away from for several seconds.
When she finally released his lips, her eyes were dark, swirling with something Loki could not quite place. For the first time, she was unreadable. “Do not preach to me of what I should or should not do, O God of Mischief,” she told him firmly, her voice deep and sultry with a passion the God had never before seen. She placed her hands upon his face, delicate fingertips caressing his sharp cheekbones. “I have chosen with which waters I wish to bathe. I would rather drown within your pool than dare to swim in any other.”
He took pause to gaze into her eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation, even the smallest of embers that would suggest she was not strong in her conviction. He found none.
“You may never be clean again,” he warned her in a husky timbre.
She merely smiled, her lips ghosting over his as she uttered two words. “Stain me.”
Loki was stunned into silence, his lover taking the moment to kiss him again with heated fervency, a kiss that led into a long night of irrepressible need and unbridled passion.
Perhaps if he were destined to burn within her love, then she was destined to drown in his.
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dearratroi · 2 years
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Bound | A Loki x Reader fanfic
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Chapter 14 is posted!      Hi! I just wanted to say it’s been a very long time since I have updated this fic, but I just wanted let y’all know that I have not abandoned it. I don’t think I could, because I just adore it so much.
Summary:
A year has passed since the Snap. As you look to find a fresh start in life, you end up in the wrong place at the wrong time. A small cult dedicated to the newly revitalized Norse religion chooses you as a sacrifice with the belief that this will give Thor and the other gods the strength to undo what Thanos has done. What you don’t know is that human sacrifices come with a powerful magic — those who are sacrificed become linked with the god they have been given to.
It’s been a millennia since a human was sacrificed to one of the gods. You’ve been bound to Loki.
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geminigirl0298 · 2 years
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Safe (Part 2)
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Relationship: Dom!Reader x Sub!Loki x Sub!Bucky
Summary: The Avengers are giving the newly reformed Loki a hard time, so you and Bucky decide to take him under your wing. Sexually. (Dom!Reader x Sub!Loki x Sub!Bucky)
Word Count: 5.9k
A/N: Here is part 2! Ty to @green-mischief-managed for beta-ing this piece! Y'all should get at them to beta your stories!
Warnings: SMUT, minors DNI, 18+, NSFW, handjob, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of spanking, use of paddles, cock rings, vibrators, anal sex, penetrative, vaginal sex, cream pies, threesome, polyamory, voyeurism
Part 1 Masterlist
PART 2
7:53 pm.
The green-eyed god splashed water on his face. He dried it with a fluffy towel, then gripped the sides of the glass bowl sink. Loki was nervous, which was ridiculous considering his millennia of sexual escapades. From threesomes to orgies, chains and whips, voyeurism, and some very questionable humanoid forms, he had done it all. Thor used to jokingly call him a whore — which was laughable considering the hero’s own indulgences — but it was the truth. Loki loved sex. Craved it. He was comfortable with things that would send most people running for the hills. Yet when it came to you, he felt like a virgin.
7:55 pm
Loki left his room. The emptiness of his floor had nothing to do with the other Avengers being out of the tower. No one trusted him, so no one wanted him to have a room on the common floor. This meant Loki was locked away on the smallest one, which used to be used as storage. He never minded being alone, but lately, he found the solitude to be lonely.
You would visit him at times. Your company served as his break from the madness that was his mind. Thanos, New York, New Mexico… he never quite forgot it. The memories were there in his head. Most days he could ignore it. Others, it was harder to do so, but nothing bothered him like waking up to a deserted floor and realizing that he had no one.
7:57 pm
The elevator ride down to the floor you and Bucky shared was short – ten seconds, to be exact. Loki had counted on one of his previous trips to the floor. Both you and Bucky had invited him down to watch movies or for dinner on several occasions. At first he declined all invitations. He wanted to be left alone. The guilt from his crimes was eating him alive, and he used his forced confinement as a punishment. He deserved it.
7:58 pm
After a while, he gave in. He accepted the first invite on a dreary Friday evening to watch a horror flick and eat sushi. Despite the lack of imagination that went into the movie, Loki found he actually enjoyed himself. It was nice to be in the company of people who did not fear him or look at him like he would gut them at any given moment. You even permitted him to use your floor as he pleased, which is how he was able to hear the two of you fornicating the night before.
7:59 pm
He did find it strange at first that you and Bucky had a separate floor. Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff were in a relationship, yet they shared a room on the common floor with everyone else. You and Bucky even had separate rooms. After this morning, he understood why.
8:00 pm
His hand reached out to knock on your door. It slid open of its own volition. “Mr. Laufeyson is here.”
Loki jumped. He was still not used to the A.I. The voice bothered him and sounded like another way to keep tabs on him, so he asked Stark to disable it. Of course, that request met with a loud chuckle. It was not until he voiced these concerns to you that the matter was handled. Per the rules of his stay, the A.I. was not disabled, but you made it so J.A.R.V.I.S only spoke to him when he called out, or something was amiss in the tower.
“Thank you, Jarvs.” He heard your voice before he saw you. You stepped out in a silk robe, tied carelessly at the side and stopping mid-thigh. “Loki! You’re here!” There was a paddle in your left hand that got his attention. “Oh,” you tossed it aside, “that was for Bucky. He got a little too excited while we were playing.”
You walked into the room. After a moment of contemplation, Loki followed. The door shut behind him with a soft hiss, and he let his eyes wander around the room. He noted that it was bigger than his. Stark gave him a simple room consisting of a bed, dresser, and an adjoined bathroom. This was at least twice as big. A mix of modernity and class decorated the room, dark walls contrasting nicely with the lighter furniture. Besides the king-sized bed in the centre, there was a hassock at the end, and an armchair near the double doors of what he assumed was the bathroom.
A naked Bucky was kneeling in front of the armchair. His hands were behind his back, clenching and unclenching in an attempt to control himself. There was a long, vibrating phallus protruding from between his butt cheeks. Loki noted the red marks scattered across the soldier’s ass and shuddered.
“Oh, don’t worry about Bucky. I can’t actually hurt him. He just loves being spanked.” You stepped in front of Loki and placed your hands on his chest. They moved up over the woven material of his sweater and into his hair, fingernails scraping his freshly washed scalp. Loki mewled and dipped his head to allow you more access. “Do you like being spanked?”
“Sometimes,” he admitted.
You grinned. “I bet you do.” Your hands moved to cup his backside, giving it a firm squeeze. “And do you like it more in front, or from the back?”
His eyes strayed to Bucky again. “B-both,” he stammered. “I like both.” Your hands left him. He whimpered at the loss of contact, but one stern look from you shut him up.
The paddle you had discarded lay on the carpet. You picked it up and sauntered over to Bucky. With a gentle hand, you let the rectangular end of the paddle touch his ass. Bucky jumped out of his skin.
“Shh.” You sat on the armchair in front of him. His head lifted to look at you, and through the sweat and harsh breathing, Loki saw nothing but adoration in the soldier’s blue eyes. “Look who came to play with us, baby.” You turned his head towards Loki. “Say hi.”
“Hi,” mumbled Bucky. His eyes were heavy-lidded, lashes casting long shadows on his sculpted cheeks. Loki nodded in response to the greeting. The way you stroked Bucky’s hair had a feeling of envy washing over him. He wanted to be the one at your feet. He wanted to be the one receiving your attention.
“We’re gonna give you a little rest now, okay?” The soldier nodded as you reached down to grasp the phallus within him. You carefully rotated it out of his asshole and turned it off. Bucky pitched forward in relief. His head found your lap, allowing you to stroke his hair. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”
He watched you card your fingers through the soldier’s hair until his body stopped shaking. Even after he stopped, you continued your motions, going as far as to place soft kisses on the side of his stubbled face. Loki’s fist clenched.
“Can you sit, baby?” The soldier nodded. “Good. Sit on the pillow for me, go on. I’m gonna play with Loki for a bit.” There was a square pillow on the floor near the bed. Bucky sat on it and leaned his head back against the mattress. As he did so, Loki noticed the most peculiar thing. Though his body was relaxed, the super-soldier’s cock was at attention. The thick, veiny member reached for the ceiling, and around the base was a circular object.
The circle was a polished blue, taking on a marbled appearance. Lines of silver swirled through the ocean tones. Loki turned his head to the side. He analyzed how Bucky’s penis was swollen, almost visibly throbbing, and concluded it served as some sort of construction.
“It’s a cock ring,” you informed him. “Have you ever used one before?”
“I have not.” Your eyes blew wide.
“Really?” You stood up and walked over to him. “You? You’re a thousand years old and have never used a cock ring?” Loki shook his head. “Would you like to?” Before he could answer, you reached into the pocket of your robe and pulled out a velvet bag.
“What’s this?” he asked. You handed it to him.
“It’s for you.” Loki turned over the bag to empty the contents into his hand. A ring similar to Bucky’s fell into his open palm. His green eyes roamed over the jade stone and swirling gold lines. “Do you like it?”
Loki looked down at you. “It’s beautiful.”
“It’ll look even prettier around your hard cock.” The shift in your voice resulted in a sharp intake of breath from the god. Your eyes were dark with lust, tone stern, and he knew it was time to listen to you. “Do you want me to put it around your pretty cock, sweet boy?”
Loki almost moaned. The nickname set off a visceral response that had his pants feeling a size too small. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” You reached down to palm him through his pants. “What do you want me to do?”
“I-Fuck! I want you to put it around my pretty cock.”
“Well, I can’t put it around your cock if I can’t see it.” You walked backward to the chair and took a seat. Crossing your legs, you gave him a smirk. “Undress.”
Loki started with his sweater first. He pulled the black top over his head to reveal his bare chest. Next, his hands traveled to the waistband of his pants. The sweatpants he had chosen for the night pooled around his bare feet with one hard tug. He had forgone underwear, leaving his nude body to the desire-fill stares of you and Bucky.
“On your knees,” you ordered. “Crawl to me.” He did as he was told. Your eyes tracked his movements until he was in front of you. When he came to a stop, you leaned forward to grip his chin. “Good boy.” You motioned to his erect cock. “Looks like someone is excited. Are you excited?”
Loki moaned as you seized his cock. Your warm hand felt like a heater on his member. “Yes, I’m excited.” You held out your palm.
“Give me the cock ring.” He gave it to you. “Open your mouth.” Loki obliged, and you slid the cold device past his lips. “I need you to get that nice and warm for me before I put it on you.”
While Loki sucked on the ring, you reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a little blue bottle with a white cap. You flicked open the top and hovered the tip over his cock. He hissed when the cold jelly fell onto his skin. “Y/N!” The shout was muffled by the device in his mouth.
“It’s just a little lube, sweet boy.” You used your fingers to spread the clear substance over his throbbing member. Every swipe of your digits made him thrust his hips towards you. “Give it to me.” He opened his mouth and you took it, then grabbed his cock with the other. You positioned the toy at his head, and a whimper slid past his lips. “Relax, sweet boy. What’s your safe word?”
That was a difficult question to answer. He had used and given so many over his lifespan that it was hard to zero in on just one. “I have many.”
“Choose a new one,” you told him. “One that’s just for you and me. It can be anything.”
His cheeks reddened. Your use of ‘you and me’ had only one word coming to mind. “Pancakes.” A snort sounded from behind him.
“Bucky.” Your voice was a reprimand. “Do you want more lashes on that red bottom? With the belt this time?” The soldier quieted down. “Ignore him,” you told Loki. “I think it’s a lovely safe word. Now take a deep breath for me, and don’t be afraid to use it.”
Loki breathed in as you began sliding the ring onto his shaft. It gave a little trouble around the head, but managed to go on smoothly once you were past it. You lifted a brow by way of asking him how it was, and he answered, “A little snug.”
“It’s supposed to be like that. Is it painful?” You were rubbing the head of his cock with your thumb. Even if he were in pain, Loki doubted he would admit it. “Loki, I need you to be honest with me. Does it hurt?”
“No.”
“Good.” You released him and leaned back. The edge of your robe was already short. Now that you sat down, it rode up about two inches higher than it was before. Loki eyed the bare skin with a hunger. As though you read his mind, you spread your legs to give him a glimpse of your soaking lips.
“Bucky was eating me out while we were waiting on you.” Loki felt your hands in his hair. Your fingers gripped the locks and pulled him close, so close that he was sure you could feel his breath on your hot cunt. “He got a little too excited and I had to punish him, so we didn’t get to finish. Would you like to finish me off, sweet boy?”
“Yes,” Loki nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please.”
“Go on then.” You guided his head to the apex of your thighs, and he got to work. Loki was good at using his tongue. Whether it be lying or licking, his talent was unrivaled, and he wanted to show you just how good he was. Within seconds he had your moans filling the air.
Though Loki was the one giving you pleasure, he knew well that you were in control. Your hands stayed in his hair to hold him to your cunt, and he kept his behind his back. Even though he wanted to grab your thighs and throw your legs over his shoulder, he refrained. He wanted to be your good boy, not like Bucky, who had to be disciplined for bad behaviour.
“You’re so good, sweet boy,” he heard you breathe out. He glanced up at you to find your head rocked back against the chair. Your eyes were screwed shut, mouth open in silent gasps. His teeth grazed against your clit and your hips thrust into his face. “Oh!”
He heard panting from behind him. The sight of his face buried between your legs was getting Bucky worked up again. You heard it, too, since you opened your eyes and gave Loki a knowing grin. “I think Bucky’s getting lonely. Better hurry up, sweet boy.”
Loki did not need to be told twice. He increased his speed, licking and nibbling your clit in a cyclic pattern. Had he been allowed the use of his hands, he would already have you undone. Instead, he alternated between tongue-fucking your walls and circling your clit until he felt your grip tighten. Your legs came up and over his shoulders, heels digging into the muscles of his back. He felt your body contract for just a moment, and then you came into his mouth with a loud sigh.
He lapped up all of the juices as best as he could while you recovered. His lips pressed kisses to your thighs—soft, tender, because he wanted to be your favourite. You tapped his head by way of bringing his attention to you. When he looked up, you leaned down to give him a kiss. Loki swore his corrupted soul travelled to Valhalla and back in that very moment. He pouted when the kiss was over.
“Don’t pout,” you chided. You reached down to grab the ring around his cock. A hiss left his lips when you twisted it. “Just making sure it’s not too tight. It looks so good on you. Don’t you think it looks good on you?”
“Yes,” Loki whimpered, and laid his head on your knee. The movements were sending vibrations up his shaft and radiating to the base of his spine. His pleasure was increased further by the lube, which had long begun to tingle on his skin.
“Bucky chose it,” you told him. “He said the green matched your eyes. Do you want to thank Bucky for choosing such a nice toy for you?” He looked up at you with lidded eyes. “Yes you do, because you’re a good boy. Come over here, Buck.” Loki heard shifting, and then the blue-eyed soldier was right next to him. A gentle hand lifted his head. Your other hand rested behind Bucky’s head, pushing them together until their noses bumped.
Loki felt the soldier’s lips descend on his. He had kissed men before. Some were gentle, more were rough, and a few just let him take the lead. Bucky was more of the dominant type. His hot tongue slipped into Loki’s mouth and began exploring the orifice. Loki moaned low. He gasped when he felt a nip on his bottom lip. Bucky was grinning when you pulled them apart.
“Was he good, Buck?” you asked.
“So good,” Bucky replied. His eyes went to you, taking on an uncharacteristic shyness. “C-can I fuck him? His ass looked so good when he was eating you out.”
“That’s up to Loki.” Bucky’s forehead creased. “I’m serious. It’s his first time with us, and he’s behaved so well. You can fuck him if he says it’s okay.” Your eyes met Loki’s. “Do you want Bucky to fuck you, sweet boy? Hmm?” Your fingers stroked his hair. It was as though you could not get enough of the locks, or maybe you had figured out it calmed him.
Either way, Loki loved it. The feel of your nails against his scalp reduced him to the most docile little sub. He placed his head back on your knee and said, “I want whatever you want.” Your answer pleased him.
“Oh, you are a good boy, aren’t you.” His silence was rewarded with a kiss. “Buck, grab the lube. Loki, go lay on the bed on your side.” He did as he was told, choosing to face the wall rather than the window. Your naked body appeared in front of him moments later. “Hi, sweet boy.”
“Hello,” he mumbled back. The bed behind him dipped under Bucky’s weight. Loki tensed, and you shot him a worried glance. “I haven’t done this in a while,” he admitted.
“Do you want to stop?” Your voice was back to normal, hand stroking his cheek in fluid movements. “You can use your safe word if you want. There’s no shame in it.”
“I’m fine,” he promised. You cared about him so much it almost brought a tear to his eye.
“Okay,” you whispered. You kissed his forehead, then directed your attention to Bucky. “Be gentle with him, baby. Take your time.”
“I will.” Bucky’s metal hand touched his hip. Cool fingers danced along his spine until they reached his asscrack. He heard a squirting noise — the lube — before feeling fingers at his entrance. A metal digit pressed down on his rosebud to relax the muscle, then slipped in. “You’re tight.” Bucky sounded surprised. “Not at all what I expected from a sex-drunk god.”
Loki moaned when Bucky curled his finger. The slippery metal created a sensation he had never felt before. Another finger began to push in, and Loki’s head fell forward onto your shoulder with a groan.
“Are you ready?” Bucky asked, moving his fingers in a scissoring motion. The only answer was a guttural moan. “Yeah, he’s ready.” Loki could hear the smile in the man’s voice.
A kiss was pressed to the back of his head, another to his forehead. Your hands travelled down his back to cup his cheeks. He felt you gingerly pull his ass cheeks apart. “Relax, sweet boy.” Bucky’s hot tip poked his entrance. The head pushed past the ring of muscle, and Loki whimpered at the stretch. “You’re doing so well.” Bucky bottomed out, and your hands were in his hair again. You held him to your shoulder while Bucky began to move.
Loki hissed at the first thrust. It was so deep, and Bucky’s girth filled him to the brink. The soldier’s hands went to his hips as his pace picked up. Soon, all Loki could hear was moans. All he could feel was Bucky’s balls slamming into his skin and the immense pleasure the stimulation of his g-spot was bringing him.
“How is he, baby?” you asked
“So fucking good, doll,” Bucky breathed out. The man sounded like he was miles away. “Feels so good.” You chuckled.
“And how are you, sweet boy? Does it feel nice?” He whined when your hand gripped his cock. “Do you like Bucky fucking you?” Loki could not respond. Barnes had set a punishing pace that had his mind in pieces. All he could manage was an incoherent noise. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Your grip on him tightened, and he felt wetness on the tip of his cock. A glance down found you teasing yourself with his head. The swollen member pulsed in your hand with every swipe against your folds. Behind him, Bucky was nearing his end. Loki recognized the shift from controlled to sloppy thrusts and knew the man would not last much longer. He was not at all shocked when, a few seconds later, he felt the hot spurt of Bucky’s seed in his ass.
Bucky groaned low as he came. The sound reverberated off the walls, filling the entire room with the sinful noise. His hips thrust wildly until they came to a complete stop. He braced a hand on Loki’s hip as he pulled out, making Loki groan at the loss.
“My turn.” A gentle shove had Loki turning onto his back. You straddled him, grip firm on his cock, and slid down in one smooth motion. Out of habit, Loki’s hands went to your hips. A sharp look from you had them falling away. “Good boy,” you petted his head. “I’m going to fuck you now, okay?”
“Okay.” Your hips moved slowly, grinding instead of bouncing. Loki appreciated the gentle movements. He once had a young giantess bounce on him so hard she cracked his hipbone. Loki had not been able to walk for a week. The careful, teasing pace you set was just right. There was no rush or competition; just you on top of him, riding him into oblivion.
Your hand turned his head to the side, exposing his neck. He felt his carotid beating, and you must have seen it through his skin, since the next thing he felt was your tongue over the pulsation. You sucked the skin hard, no doubt leaving a mark for everyone to see. Loki just bit his lip. He was yours now, and it was clear you wanted everyone to know it.
“Hold my hips.” Greedy hands flew to your sides. Loki gripped you with a bruising force. Your pace picked up, hips moving wildly over him. His cock was massaged from all sides. Your tight walls gripped him with a squeezing hold. “Fuck!” You fell forward, hands catching you just above his shoulders. The position caused your breasts to hover over his face, and he looked at them in need.
“Y/N?” Loki whined. His eyes were fixated on your nipples. “Can I…?”
“Yes, sweet boy. Suck my tits.” Your voice was a pant. Loki latched onto a nipple and began swirling it around in his mouth. Sharp fingernails gripped his shoulder to the point of breaking the skin. He ignored the bite of pain that radiated down his arm.
You looked so good above him. Sweat slid down between the valley of your breasts and dripped onto his forehead . The clench of your walls and massage of your cervix was killing him. He wanted nothing more than to begin thrusting up into you. Loki knew he could flip you on your back and have you crying his name in mere seconds if he wanted. The thing was, you were in control. You were taking care of him, which meant he had to lie there and let you fuck him.
Truth be told, he did not mind it. You knew exactly what you were doing, and Loki was lost in the pleasure. The orgasm that had been building with Bucky reared its head again, and before long he felt the telltale signs of his impending end.
“Y/N,” he warned. “I’m gonna—”
“Cum for me,” you told him. “Cum inside of me. It’s okay.” One of your fingers reached down to circle your clit. Loki watched the action with hooded eyes. His spine was tingling, abdomen rigid. The closer you got to your end, the closer he got to his. He focused all his attention on you — your face, your breathing, the way your breast bounced. On a whim, Loki bit down on your nipple. Your head flew back with a cry. He felt your walls clench around him, and then he was cumming.
It felt like the longest orgasm ever. His hips lifted off the bed. Instead of the usual spurts, his seed left him in one long stream. He clenched his fist as he waited for the euphoria to pass. Forever and a day went by before he felt his muscles relax, and his hips returned to the bed.
You were already lying on his chest. Your body was slumped, chest heaving, yet you found the strength to lift your hips off of him. A mixture of both your juices came out with his cock. You reached down to touch the ring. Loki hissed and moved away.
“Stay still.” You flattened a hand on his lower abdomen. “I need to take that off you before it starts to hurt.” Loki tried his best to stay still. The ring made his cock extra sensitive, so every movement felt like a shock. Tears sprang to his eyes when you finally removed it. The blood rushed in, and his entire lower body began to prickle.
“Y/N—”
“It’s okay, Lokes. I know.” You laid on your side next to him, hand pushing back his sweaty hair. “You’re gonna be sensitive for a while. Just relax for me, okay? I won’t touch it again.” Loki closed his eyes. He heard water running in the background and deduced Barnes was taking a shower. The man’s absence had gone completely unnoticed until now.
“Bucky knew it was time to leave us alone. He offered to stay in his room tonight so you and I could have a chance to talk.” Your leg was over his waist, careful to avoid his still throbbing member. The fingers of your right hand caressed his cheek as you spoke. “Tell me how you feel?”
“I feel…” Loki trailed off. Good felt like the obvious answer. Most people felt good after sex or an orgasm. Great just felt like he was trying too hard. He thought about the way his mind felt. There was a tranquility that had not been there before. The way you and Bucky took care of him, welcomed him into your relationship, stirred up an emotion that eluded him for years. “Safe,” he finished. “I feel safe.”
You kissed his cheek. “That’s good to hear. I’m glad you felt safe enough to join us, and that you trusted me enough to let me take the lead. That trust will be important if you decide to go forward with this.”
Loki furrowed just brow. “‘This?’”
“Our relationship, silly. The three of us.” Loki looked at you like you had grown a second head. “Have you never heard of polyamory?”
“No, I have,” Loki replied. “It’s just… you want me? For more than a night?”
Your answer was simple. “Yes.”
“Why?” The question came out as a sob. “No one here likes me. Why do you and Sergeant Barnes care for me so?”
“Because Bucky sees himself in you,” you told him. “And I have a thing for redemption. You’re not a bad man, Loki; you just fell in a bad way. Let Bucky and I help you love yourself again. Say yes.”
“Yes.”
“Good boy.” You kissed him again, letting him take the lead this time. The supple skin of your lips parted to let his tongue into your mouth. French-kissing was normally a turn-off for Loki. He hated the feel of a slimy appendage in his mouth, or sliding his tongue into someone else’s. However, with you and Bucky, he found he did not mind it.
“I’m guessing he said yes?” Loki started in the direction of the voice. Barnes was standing at the foot of the bed, a towel slung low on his hips. His impressive chest was still glistening with moisture from his shower.
“He did.” Bucky grinned. He leaned down to kiss Loki’s cheek, then your lips, and said, “Don’t worry about his stuff, doll. I’ll move it down tonight.” Loki looked between the two of you.
“My stuff? What about my stuff?”
“Oh, you’re moving down here with us, Lokes.” You said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I never should have let Tony stick you up in the stupid storage room. There’s an extra room down here. No more solitude for you. When you’re ready, you can decorate it how you like.”
This time, Loki did cry. Hot tears fell from his eyes in rivers. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and let himself fall apart. “Thank you,” he sobbed. “This means so much to me.”
“You don’t have to thank me, sweet boy. We want to do this for you.” Loki pulled his head out of your neck to look at you again. Barnes was gone, and it was just the two of you. “Do you want to take a bath with me? I can go run one for us.”
Loki nodded. “Yes, please. I like the temperature cool.”
“Of course, Lokes.” You kissed his cheek. “You’ll stay with me tonight, okay? I need to make sure you’re alright.” You patted his cheek. He watched you walk into the bathroom and leave the door open. The water started, hard at first against the tub and then quieter as it began to fill. By the time you came out to get him, Loki was fast asleep.
ooOOoo
Contrary to his belief, things were not awkward the next morning. You wanted to sleep in, so Bucky collected Loki and brought him down to the breakfast area. He made good on his promise to teach him to make pancakes, although he ended up doing much of it himself. All Loki really did was stir the batter. The men kept up a high level of conversation as they sat at the table. Loki was facing the door, Bucky at his side, so he was able to spot you as soon as you walked in.
“Morning, guys.” You were in a fluffy robe like the day before, long and secured at the side. Bucky smiled at you as you entered.
“Mornin’, doll. Sleep well?”
“So well.” You stretched your arms wide over your head, then gave Bucky a peck on the cheek. Though he tried not to let it affect him, Loki felt a little envy stir in his chest. It only lasted for a few seconds. As soon as you turned your smile on him, he melted. “Hey, sweetie.”
“Hey.” You took a seat on his lap and kissed him. His head spun with the action. Your hands moved up into his hair, and just when he was about to ask if he could take you on the table, someone walked in.
“Hey, Buck— Oh!” Loki pulled back to see a red-faced Captain Rogers standing in the doorway. Stark was next to him, as was Natasha, both their eyes wide as they took in your position on his lap.
“I’m sorry,” the billionaire began. “Did I fucking miss something?”
You placed your feet in Bucky’s lap. His hands immediately began to massage one. “Loki’s with us now. We moved his stuff onto our floor last night, and I wanted to take him out today to get some paint for his room. He can do that, right Steve? He hasn’t left the tower in so long, and he’s been so well behaved.”
Steve shot a look at Tony. He stared back, and gave a helpless shrug. “I suppose so,” Rogers mumbled. “Bucky would have to go with you, of course, in case anything happens.”
Bucky made a noise of impatience. “He’s not gonna try anything, punk. Come eat. Loki made pancakes.”
Natasha eyed them. “They do look better than yesterday’s.” Her eyes went to Bucky. “You supervised him?”
“Yes, Natalia,” Bucky sighed. “You’re very judgmental for someone who can’t cook themselves, you know. Lighten up. Look,” he pointed to Steve, who had already dug in. “Your boyfriend’s already eating.”
“They’re good, babe,” Steve nodded. “Really good. Great job, Loki.”
“Thank you,” he replied. The three other Avengers took seats at the table, hungry hands reaching for the golden fluffs. Loki eyed you with wonder in his eyes. “They’re being civil,” he whispered. “To me.”
“I told you we’d take care of you.” Like yesterday, Bucky placed a plate of pancakes in front of him. He then handed over the syrup with a knowing grin . “Eat up,” you coaxed. “We have a long day of shopping ahead of us.”
Loki picked up the fork. Everyone was eating now, conversation flowing like a river. Captain Rogers brought up the topic of an upcoming mission and all at the table were engrossed. Ideas were being thrown around left and right – how best to handle the situation, which Avengers should go, who was still beat up from the last time. To Loki, the answer was obvious.
“It should be me.” The table went silent.
Stark lifted his chocolate brown gaze to the man. “What?”
“I..” Loki shrank back. He had gotten ahead of himself. Just because the team had sat with him for breakfast once did not mean they had accepted him. His mouth opened to retract his statement, and he caught sight of Bucky. The soldier was giving him an encouraging smile. You, on his lap, were stroking the nape of his neck in a coaxing manner.
“It should be me.” His back straightened. “Sergeant Barnes is obviously tired from the last one, so are you and Sam Wilson. The archer is back with his family, and Dr. Banner refuses to leave his lab. So, unless you’re planning to send Agent Romanoff alone or contact my brother, I think it's high time you let me on missions.”
No one had an immediate rebuttal. The three Avengers stared at Loki with mixed expressions. Only you and Bucky did not react in an offended manner.
“Or let me stay here,” Loki tacked on, “and risk your collective tiredness tanking the mission.”
Steve was the one to speak first. The blue-eyed man measured him with a long stare, then asked, “How’s your training going?”
“Would be better if you would all stop trying to kill me,” Loki quipped. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Romanoff smirk.
“What about protocols?” Rogers fired off. “How to contact H.Q.? What to do if one of us gets seriously injured? How to contact the team if we get lost?”
“I’ve read the manual cover to cover. I am quite sure I can recite it word for word if need be.” Rogers looked impressed. Even Stark raised his eyebrows at the boast.
“Alright then,” the captain said. “It’s settled.”
You lifted your head off of Loki’s shoulder. “You’re letting him join you? Seriously?”
“Oh no. This was his idea.” Steve leaned back in his chair. A dab of syrup was on his mouth and his tongue flicked out to get it. “I hope you’re ready, Laufeyson. Next mission, you’re taking point."
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konigsfaerie · 3 years
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Sapphire Throne
Summary: While in the throne room, Loki finds a way to relieve his new queen's stress.
(sub!loki x dom!fem!reader)
cw: contains bdsm and femdom)
The Mortal Queen is what they called you, even though you were mortal no longer. You spent your childhood and formidable years on Earth, and when you met Loki and were taken to Asgard, your newfound people either loved or hated you. But the people that loved you adored you, would die for you, and the people that hated you really hated you, some going as far to commit treason to get you off of the throne. Some had views like Odin. Views such as mortals are of no consequence, only made to worship the gods of old and die at an early age. It infuriated them that someone from Earth could hold such power not only physically, but at court.
Nevertheless, Loki fell in love with you during your time on Earth and made you Asgard’s queen, and you stepped into the role with such love in your heart for your people, whether they detested you or not. As you sat on the throne, your love next to you, deciding whether to go into enemy territory, you placed a hand on your chin and contemplated for a moment, water running through your veins. “I hate to put our people at war again…. Our soldiers through more battles,” you said, your eyes falling to the floor and then back up to your council members. “But I fear if we don’t, Asgard might fall. We can’t risk our people like this.”
Most of the council members had the utmost respect for your rule, although one or two silently protested your status. “Is it decided, My Queen?”
You gave a look to Loki, and he nodded in return. “It is, Vastros. We will invade their territory within the next nightfall. We go to war this winter,” you proclaimed, slamming down your large staff, the color of lavender. The look on your face was no look of pride, of hope. It was the look of a woman knowing she would send her people to die, even though you were sure we’d win the war.
The entire castle shook with your proclamation, and Loki’s matching staff hummed in response. For many decisions, Loki let you take the lead, as he knew you needed to solidify your title as queen. It didn’t matter much, because on many, if not all issues, you eventually came to the same decision.
As the council members left in unison, both of you stayed at your thrones. You gave a deep sigh, a hand flying to your forehead.
You personally got to know almost all of the soldiers before you were first crowned. At first it was an act of simply wanting to gain trust among the people, but soon they became some of the most trusted friends you had. You were already a trained fighter, but the way of the Asgardians were much different, and your magic was extremely new to you. While you could wield the power of the elements, they taught you power of the supreme weapons they held. This was why it was so painful to declare war. You knew that many of the people you came to love so much would die on a nondescript, frozen-over battlefield, no one to send them off to Valhalla.
“I know you’re stressed, my darling,” Loki breathed, “but you did make the right decision.” His deep green eyes found your chocolate brown ones, full of love and sympathy. “I suppose I never warned you of how much it could hurt… making decisions for a whole nation of people.”
You shook your head. “No… I suppose I didn’t know how many enemies we had. How much they wanted to get their hands on our vaults.”
His face fell to the floor, knowing he couldn’t exactly say something to make all the hurt go away. He knew how much you loved the Asgardian people, your newfound people. And knowing some of them might die… He quickly fell back into his head, as he was quite likely to do. But you knew him completely. You knew his thoughts, his doubts. His thoughts of thinking he wasn’t good enough to rule Asgard, not good enough to rule beside his Mortal Queen, not good enough to love his queen and receive love in turn. You wouldn’t let him fall back into those doubts.
“There is one thing you could do to relieve my stress, pet,” you quipped, giving him a small smirk. While you would maintain your composure at almost all times, the love in your eyes couldn’t be mistaken.
His back straightened on his throne, his eyes slowly finding yours. “Anything,” he said, not much more than a breathless whisper at the sound of one of his favorite nicknames you gave him.
“Get on your knees.”
Loki was wearing his Asgardian leathers, and you also fell into traditional Asgardian fashions, a small blue cape adorning your shoulders to honor your favorite element, with small green accents to honor Loki, only going down to your mid-back. Beyond that, you had a white jumpsuit on and white boots, streaked with even more green.
Before you could blink, Loki was at your feet, his knees on the ground and his back perfectly arched like the good boy he was. “M-My queen.”
Many people would probably guess he was a brat, and you a brat tamer, of which you both could absolutely be, but the gods-honest truth was that he loved serving you in all ways. It got him off. It made his cock twitch. And seeing him on his knees for you made you wet. Something about his willingly submissive nature towards you and only you made you want to make him beg.
“Oh, sweet boy,” you teased with a chuckle, “you’re so ready for me.” Even with all the doom and gloom, you knew that throughout the meeting when he looked at you, he was imagining just this. You placed a boot on his shoulder, contemplating just what you had in store for him. “What shall I do with you?”
The guards were still at the doors, which undoubtedly made Loki more excited, knowing his personal guards knew how much he served his queen.
“Leave us,” you commanded.
As they gave a curt nod and exited with a bow, the doors closed with a loud thud and you gave another smirk. “I know you like it when they watch, my little prince,” you mused, gazing into those wanting eyes.
In turn, he gave a small whimper and bowed his head.
“Unclasp my cape,” you ordered.
His hands scrambled onto your body, feeling on you until he reached your cape, unhooking the small golden buttons with his fingers. “P-Please let me touch you. Please.”
A small, almost nonexistent golden zipper ran down your white jumpsuit, and as you unzipped yourself, you pushed him back onto his kneeling stance. “Touch me?” you teased, his mouth falling open as he realized you didn’t have anything underneath your clothes. Your body lay more than halfway exposed, his eyes going directly to your breasts.
“Touch… these?” You grabbed your tits, pushing them together and twisting your nipples in-between your two fingers. You gave a little moan, spreading your legs so he could see how you glistened.
He knew to stay put. To stay absolutely still until you said otherwise, because he was such a good boy for you. Because he had seen how you enjoyed punishing him so much the last time he dared to touch you without permission, spanking him and not letting him cum for days at a time until he begged for release. The ways in which you punish him each time he disobeys got more creative.
“Now, who’s my good boy?”
“Me! I-I am! I promise, just please let me-”
You grabbed his wrist, pushing his face into yours, letting his lips fall onto yours. As the two of you kissed, you grabbed his throat and pushed him towards your body, making his hands grab your thighs. “Touch me,” you breathed.
He went to work on your body, squeezing your thick thighs, going up to your equally thick torso, cupping your breasts. You could feel his breath hitching. As your tongue flipped over his, you used your powers to slip off his pants, revealing the feminine underwear he had on that you commanded he always wear.
“Up.”
At once, he jumped up and let you survey his body, a small pout on his lips from the ghost of touch he felt. You felt it too, but you’d never reveal that. In times like these, you’d never let him know just how much you needed his fingers against your body.
“Take your shirt off.”
He quickly stripped down, all but his underwear, as you hadn’t ordered him to do so. And he knew how much you liked looking at his cock straining the thin fabric, of his ass popping out of the cheeky, lacy underwear. Loki bit his lip, waiting for you to instruct him further. Needing you to tell him what to do, even yearning for it.
“Such a good little prince,” you observed, putting one finger on the lacy underthings and pulling them down, his rather heavy cock immediately popping out and standing to attention. “And an excited one, hm?”
You finally arose from your throne of crystal sapphire, walking behind and fetching a black collar. “Is this what you want?”
He suddenly was unable to speak, only nodding without abandon, knowing the collar was a special treat you only gave to him when he was extra obedient. You let out a chuckle, placing it around his neck until you heard a click. With any other collar, he might be able to unlock it, but not this one. You had specifically trained with the most experienced of magical designers and created this yourself. Only could you unlock it, and that’s why it excited him so much.
You sat back down upon your sapphire throne, abandoning your jumpsuit and spreading your legs, placing them on Loki’s back, pushing him to your pussy. “Make your mommy feel good.”
His tongue immediately got to work, spreading over your glistening folds and lapping at your clit. As soon as he started moaning, you knew you were done for. The vibrations were already sending you over the edge, and as you groaned, you grabbed a handful of his black curly hair quite roughly, which only made matters worse for him.
He scooted even closer to you, slowly pushing a finger into you. As his fingers pumped into you, you gripped one arm on your chair, the other holding his hair tightly. Not only was he pumping into you, adding another finger, but he curled them, knowing exactly where your g-spot was. “My love-” you moaned, “Fuck!”
His tongue worked away from your clit, obviously wanting to taste you for longer. He stroked your pussy with his tongue, up and down, up and down, which caused you to wriggle around in his mouth. You could hear nothing but moans from him, his tongue diving deep in your hole.
Unable to stand it any longer, you gave him an order. “My clit, now. Make me cum.” You could only hold your composure for so much longer.
You could feel the disobedience thrumming off of him, wanting his tongue inside you for as long as he could. His tongue entered your hole again and in response, you dug your boots into his back and he let out a small cry of pleasure. “Now!”
He immediately realized his mistake, his place, and his tongue started making circles around your clit slowly. “Ah, fuck, Loki!” you gasped. “Make your queen cum, make your mommy cu-” Your body pulsed with pleasure, digging your boots into him even more. As you tried to escape your orgasm, his hands found your thighs and his tongue kept your pleasure in place, making you dizzy as your orgasm reached its height and your hips bucked against his soft lips.
As you came down, your hand wrapped around Loki’s beautiful curls once again, snapping his head up to look at you. You surveyed his beautiful face, his chin dripping with your juices. His tongue licked his lips, and you pressed your mouth to him, your tongue circling his, tasting yourself.
Your hand moved down to his waist, moving him to your lap and pressing him against your chest. “Sweetie?” you grabbed his face, looking into his eyes and putting on the sweetest smile you could muster. “I’m not done with you yet.”
His eyes widened slightly, his cock pressing against you as he made little movements, needing to feel your touch. “Mommy,” he begged. “Please. I’ll do anything, just please touch me.”
Your firm hand gripped his cock tightly. “Like this? Is this what my sweet boy wants?”
He started nodding, his mouth opening slightly as his eyes dug into yours. “B-But I…”
“Use your words, pet.”
“I want to be inside you!” The words almost came out like one, and you gripped the edge of his collar, getting up from the throne and dragging him just beyond the throne room, upstairs to both of your chambers.
As you dragged him above, you glanced at his blushed face, loving the fact that you had total control of him, body and soul. He was yours, and there was no denying that. In that moment and all moments forward, he’d do anything you told him to do.
You both entered your rooms, clad in black and white marble, huge statues of jade and sapphire separating the bedchambers, living spaces, and kitchen. With a stroke of your hand, the candles and fires lit at once, illuminating his face as you pushed him against the stone wall and started teasing the head of his cock.
With a touch of your finger, the collar fell to the floor and before he could start pouting, you pressed your hand against his throat. He gave a smile completely fueled by pleasure, his form slacking against the wall as your hand moved to stroke him. “Tell me what you want again.”
“I want….. I want…. Inside of you,” he whimpered, writhing against your hand.
“And should I let you cum tonight?”
“Yes! Please!” His blush went deep red, his eyes snaking over your form, landing at your drenched pussy, moving his eyes just for a moment at your hardened nipples.
“Please what?” Your face was one of hardened stone, minutes away from bending him over and punishing him until he cried if he didn’t call you by your proper name in the next five seconds.
“Please my queen! Fuck me!”
You gripped his throat even harder, moving him over to the bed lined with silk sheets and white covers. You threw him onto it, flipping him over to appreciate his ass. You gripped it hard, giving it a little spank. You simply couldn’t help yourself, and you made a mental side note to fuck it later until he was whimpering under your weight.
You flipped him over once more, straddling his perfect thighs and placing his hands on your tits. “Squeeze my nipples, my little prince.”
Of course he did as he was told and his hands sent shocks through your body. You moved his knee up, slowly grinding your clit against it. You bit your lip, letting out a little moan as he continued to palm your breasts. “I love you, sweet boy. I love you so much.”
“I love you more tha-'' before he could get the words completely out, you softly pressed your lips to his, nothing like the desperate kiss only minutes before. This time, it was tender, it was soft, but it also contained all the words you wanted to say.
I love you.
I’d do anything for you.
I’d kill for you.
I’d die for you.
As you pulled away, you gripped his hard cock and slowly lowered yourself onto him, promoting a loud moan from his lips. “Does this feel good, baby?”
His head tilted back, grabbing your thighs tightly enough to leave marks. You’d let him. If anyone was to see, it would only be further proof you owned each other. And the bruises around his neck would be proof you especially owned him. He could conceal them with magic, but he wouldn’t. During council meetings and social gatherings, he’d press against them so he could feel what you did to him the previous night.
Before he could get his answer out, you slowly started riding him, almost teasing him. In response, he fingers teased your nipples, twisting and rubbing them slowly. You reached his full length, and realized you probably weren’t going to keep your calmness for much longer.
You leaned your body completely against his, wrapping your arms around him and riding him with abandon. “You’re a fucking goddess- you’re - you’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” he breathlessly remarked.
His length completely filled you up, and as always, was stretching you out. Sometimes you thought you couldn’t handle it, but eventually you regained your control and pressed your hands around him, enveloping him to completion. You bounced back and forth on his dick, crying out in unison with him, already on the brink. You were pulsing against his thickness, but you didn’t want to cum just yet, if only to tell him not to.
“Goddess, can I?” At this point, his words were just sounds and you didn’t know if you could reply without moaning your words out.
“Can you what?” you let out.
“Can I cum?  Please?” The last word was just a plea, and you knew he’d do anything just to cum, to release inside of you and have you dripping with his cum.
“Yes, that’s what you want. You want me to cum against your cock and make me leak with your cum. Tell me that’s what you want,” you growled.
“Yes! That’s what I want!” he started, thrusting with you as if he couldn’t handle it anymore. “I want you fill you up, I want my cum all over your thighs, I want-”
“Cum for me!”
At those words, you both cried out as you slammed his shoulders onto the bed, bouncing up and down and taking both your orgasm and his.
The orgasm you had previously was nothing compared to this. You were all filled up, cumming against his cock without abandon. You could feel him shooting inside of you, you could see his hands ripping at the bedsheets as he moaned in pleasure, which only built the orgasm, stars exploding in your eyes.
You both were breathless, panting against each other's bodies. For a minute, you couldn’t move, the pleasure finally ebbing from your body, but then Loki was flipped on top of you, stroking his dark curls and kissing his forehead.
You could feel how tired he was, how tired you made him, and you commanded the collar back to your hand, locking it against his throat. “Thank you,” he said, biting his lip and looking into your eyes.
“I love you, my sweet boy.”
“I love you more than words could possibly say.”
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your-highnessmarvel · 2 years
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Snow
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Can you do a Loki x reader where he’s trying to win her back after a rough breakup. A little angsty but ends with fluff cause the reader can’t stay mad at him forever
AN: another day, another angsty and fluffy loki for yall! what would you like to see me write next?
Warnings: language, mentions of violence
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Loki was pacing, feeling a storm build behind his lids, in the palms of his hands. There was a fire nestled deep in his belly, lit by the kerosene of the last days spent with you. Fueled by the gasoline of your harsh words.
“Get out! Get out!”
Your voice, scratchy from crying, from yelling at him. 
Loki couldn’t stop  the thunder in his head as he remember just how broken you’d been, slamming the door in his face. 
“If I’m just a pathetic human life to you, God, why don’t you just leave me.”
Those words had haunted the young prince in his sleep, in his waking hours, in the depths of his consciousness. 
He’d left your apartment, your little, mundane, so humane apartment and went away with that last image of you: red-eyed, tears wet on your cheeks. He’d never wanted to hurt you, but the truth was that you were human, and in the handful of years that it took for you to grow old and grey and die, he’d still be here, not a day older than he’d been the day you were born. 
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Whoever had made humans so fleeting, he’d kill them.
He waited a few days, testing his own limits. He would hear your voice in his nightmares, feel the warmth of your hands in those blissful first seconds of wakefulness, when the lines between sleep and reality blurred. He’d smell you coming into rooms, a momentous draft of you that was quickly gone as soon as he became aware. 
He couldn’t keep himself from you, so he started following you around, and he saw just how bad your break up had affected you as well. Where he was anxious and paced and bit his nails, you’d go somewhere and get lost in thought, standing there with wide eyes. Where he’d get violent, you’d grow soft. Where he’d yell, you’d cry. He lived his melancholy outwardly, but it didn’t mean your inward sufferance wasn’t equivalent.
You went to get groceries every Wednesday and stop to get coffee. Loki loved watching you take that first sip of comforting warmth. It was snowing, soft flakes of white catching in your hair. You looked up, holding your coffee in a mitten-covered hand, and tried to catch some flakes on your tongue. No one was around to watch. 
Except for Loki.
There was a gush of wind, blowing your hair in front of your face, and you swirled abruptly, searching the air. 
You’d smelled him. 
“I know it’s you,” you said, catching Loki off-guard. 
The prince stiffened. 
Your eyes continued to search the sidewalk, snowflakes glinting off your cheeks. 
“Why are you following me?” you asked, voice soft. 
Loki materialized out of thin air, taking the breath from your lungs, and just as your coffee cup was about to crash to the floor, Loki softly stopped its fall, handing it back to you.
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From this close, this small space between the two of you, he could see the red-rimmed lashes, the bitten lips, the pale skin. His heart hurt, his stomach threatening to clench.
You could see the messy locks, the knots both in his hair and in his head. 
He was trembling when he put delicate knuckles against your jaw. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered, voice roach. 
“You’ll miss me when I’m dead, too,” you answered lowly after a beat of silence. 
Loki tensed, closing his eyes briefly, putting fingertips at the edge of your right eye. “I didn’t mean that,” he whispered. “I was just afraid. I’m still afraid.”
His voice was so calm compared to the raging storm in his chest. 
You could see his lower lip trembling. You wanted to put your finger on his mouth, to touch the soft skin. 
“You don’t think I’m scared too?” you asked back, frowning. 
He let his hand slip form your face, leaving cold emptiness. He bowed his head. “I know,” he whispered. “Y/N, I’m terribly sorry.” His voice cracked and his eyes glistened, but he kept his gaze away. 
Despite yourself, you reached up with your free hand and touched the side of his face. At the warmth of your skin, Loki closed his eyes, a fresh tear rolling down his cheek and clinging to his jaw. 
“So am I,” you said. 
He sniffed, suddenly straightening and sliding warm hands on your jaw. “Y/N, please, please, take me back.” He put his chin on the top of your head, drawing you so close to him that you could smell him everywhere. 
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You leaned into him, heart hammering, waiting for more of him. 
“I swear, I will never leave you again,” he pleaded.
“Even when I’m old and grey?” you asked. 
“Forever, Y/N,” he whispered. “I’ll never let you go.” 
You wrapped your arm around his torso and pulled him close, burying your face in his chest. He was warm. Like you remembered. 
“Loki, you can’t leave again when you get scared,” you mumbled against him.
He relaxed into you. “Never again,” he said, nuzzling his face in your neck. 
You both stayed under the steady fall of snow, collecting flakes in your hair, in your lashes. You both seemed like a statue collecting dust. 
Loki stroked your back, feeling you tremble against him. “You’re cold,” he stated, conjuring his magic in his palms, spreading heat across your back. You hummed, happy, something falling into place at the familiar feel of his mouth against your neck and the heat of his magic at your back.
You held onto him. Dug your hands into his back. 
“Were you Christmas shopping?” he asked, puzzled, as he pulled away from you to rub up and down your arms. 
“Yeah,” you said with a smile, shivering in his touch. 
He chuckled. “Always the early bird,” he said. 
You pointed at him. “You’ve always had a knack for the perfect gift,” you mentioned. 
Loki smirked. “Let’s get you inside a store, warm, and shopping!”
You giggled, leaning your head onto his shoulder, as he steered you both down the street, your footprints slowly covered by the steady stream of snow.
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mcubuckyxlokisbitch · 2 years
Conversation
Y/N: The stars are beautiful tonight
Loki: You sure are
Y/N: What
Loki: They-they sure are gorgeous-beautiful
Bonus
Thor: *in a mocking flirty tone* You sure are
Loki: Shut up *stab*
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mistress-ofmagic · 2 years
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Around the realms in 80 days chapter 4
Pairing: Reader x Loki
Story summary: You have fallen through a portal during the convergence into Asgard and come face to face with Thor, and his brother Loki. With no way to return, you must travel with the two men and their hoard of asgardian soldiers to get back home. Things get from bad to worse when you have to share a tent with the god of mischief himself.
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You must have fallen asleep at some point; lying completely still, with your eyes tight shut, frozen in fear incase you were murdered in the night had somehow forced your brain into sleep. In your hazy state, you forgot where you were for a second. It was a Saturday right? That meant you could sleep in and get up lazily around lunchtime. You snuggled back down into the pillows. Something wasn’t quite right though, why was there so much sunlight? You always had your black-out blinds on as you hated light when sleeping. 
Wait, actually come to think of it, why could you hear horses too?
You sat bolt upright. 
A strange man, with long back hair was stood in the tent, buckling up his trousers.
“AH!” You shouted and scrambled to pull the blankets up as high as they could go to in order to regain some modesty. 
The memories of the previous day came flooding back to you. The fact you were on a different planet, travelling with the man who had tried to conquer New York.
The man in question muttered to himself something that sounded suspiciously like “idiot mortal” before sitting on the end of the bed and starting to pull his boots on. 
“Knock knock!” Someone shouted cheerfully from outside.
Without waiting for a response, Fandral entered the tent. He looked surprised to see you, 
“Little Latte! What are you doing still in bed?”
“Er, what did you just call me?” You asked incredulously 
Fandral laughed “A silly moniker based on the silly Midgardian drink you were having yesterday.”
“How do you know what a latte is?” 
Fandral smirked at you, “Well you see, I’m an extremely experienced being, darling” 
You raised the sheets higher,
“I think I preferred Latte.” 
He laughed, and took another step towards the bed, placing a hand on the bed frame. 
“Absolutely not. Get out.” Loki stood, enraged from the end of the bed and turned to Fandral. “You will not waltz into my tent uninvited and place your licentious hands on my bed.” 
Fandral turned slowly towards him,
“You’d know all about my licentious hands wouldn’t you, Loki.”
Erm what? What was that supposed to mean? 
Your eyebrows shot up and you sat up a bit straighter. 
“Get out” Loki hissed. 
Fandral made a point of removing his hand from the headboard, making eye contact with Loki all the while. He smiled at you,
“We’re leaving soon, you may want to get dressed.” He winked at you again and then left. 
There was a stoney silence left in the tent, while Loki pulled on his cloak. You didn’t really feel like bringing up what had just happened so you asked timidly, 
“I’m going to get dressed, could you stay turned around?” 
“Your highness.”
“What?” 
He tutted at you,
“Could you stay turned around, your highness. I am a future king or did you forget? It has not escaped my attention that since being here you have not only spoken to me out of turn, but continually inadequately addressed me.” 
So much for a night spent together soothing his hatred towards me, you thought. 
“As it is, I have no desire to see you change.” He snarled “Be quick or we will leave without you.” 
He left swiftly. 
“You could have woken me up earlier then” You muttered to yourself angrily. 
Staying under the covers as best as you could incase someone walked in, you pulled off the shirt and pulled on your clothes. 
I hope I can get some new clothes soon, this is kinda gross, you thought to yourself as you sniffed under your arms to make sure you didn’t smell too horrible. These people must be used to worse though right?
You stepped outside into the bright sun. It wasn’t exactly warm, but it was bright and sunny which was always a plus. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been awake and outside like this in the open air. Probably when you went camping with Guides when you were younger. Despite the whole situation, it weirdly felt pretty good to be outside early in the morning. You stretched and yawned and looked around to see the soldiers milling about, getting things packed up and saddling up the horses. No one paid much attention to you so you decided to go and find Thor. 
You found him talking to Loki and some soldiers near to the fire pit, where he was currently saddling up a horse.  When he saw you he smiled and you walked over. 
“My lady! You’re looking ravishing this morning!”
Loki made an audible noise of irritation while you blushed. If your time on Asgard was going to be spent by strapping Asgardians flirting with you, you thought you just might be able to handle it. 
Although, you doubted the truthfulness of Thor’s compliment; your hair was a mess and you were wearing yesterdays crumbled clothes.
“We will be mainly travelling today. It’s about a day and a half ride to the next village we are visiting. There are a couple more villages after that to visit before we go back to the capital” He informed you. 
“How long will it take?” You ask, eager for the trip to be short so you can go home. 
“Hard to tell” Thor frowned “a couple of weeks probably, Asgard are expecting us to return at the end of the month.” 
A couple of a weeks? You weren’t sure you could cope sharing a tent with Loki for a couple of weeks. You sighed, at least you had a timescale. A couple of weeks out of your life wasn’t much in the long-run, you were just going to have to suck it up. The countdown begins. 
“Will I be able to get some new clothes? I can’t wear the same clothes for a couple of weeks.” 
“Why so upset mortal? Trying to impress my brother?” Loki replied snidely. 
“I’m certainly not trying to impress you, your highness.” You retorted.
Loki looked furious, and opened his mouth to reply when Thor cut in, 
“My lady, I’m sure you can purchase some new garments in the next village, or wash your clothes the next time we are near a body of water.” 
How rustic.
The horse next to him whinnied. 
“Can you ride a horse?” Thor asked 
To be perfectly honest, you weren’t a massive fan of horses. You’d ridden one when you were younger and you didn’t really enjoy it, not to mention they were huge. Especially these ones, you thought eyeing it suspiciously. It stared back at you out of one eye and huffed. 
“Er no.”
“Would you like to learn?” Loki queried. 
You looked at him in surprise. His eyes were open wide in a sort of mock innocence, with a wicked gleam behind them. You were sort of stuck, you didn’t trust the reasoning behind him asking but you did need to learn how to ride if you were going to make it here. 
You cleared your throat “I suppose so.”
Very quickly you had the feeling you had made a mistake, as he grinned maliciously.
“Great.” 
Suddenly, to your horror, without premonition or warning, Loki bent down and hurled you up from the ground. He proceeded to drop you rather unceremoniously on top of the horse next to him.
“Oh my God!” You yelped.
He grinned again and hit the horses flank. The horse shot off, leaving you to hang on for your life on. You flailed and screamed, and grabbed the horse round the neck. 
“Fuck!” You screamed “Loki!” 
It probably didn’t last for long but if felt like an age, and by the time the horse galloped back to Thor you were shaking like a leaf. 
“What the hell!” You panted breathlessly. 
Thor, Loki and the rest of the men, who had turned to watch the screaming mortal were now laughing. In your hysteria you only just managed to note the strange sight of seeing Loki smile for the first time. It suited him, more so than the permanent scowl that was usually etched across his face and made him look, well almost human. Well maybe not human as he was a God, but certainly less murdery than usual. 
“That was not funny” You were still struggling to catch your breath back.
“You’re welcome mortal” Loki controlled his face back to a smirk. 
Once Thor had finished his laughing he said, 
“I’m sorry little one, but jumping straight honestly in as it were, is the best way to learn.”
Yeah but it’s not the best way to not die of a heart attack. 
The boy who you assumed was the servant, Halvor, came up to you and took the horse by the reins. 
“You will be travelling with Halvor for the journey. Is that okay?” Thor asked. 
“Er sure” You said still slightly breathless. The boy nodded at you and then hopped up gracefully behind you in the horse. 
This felt like a very close and intimate position to be in with someone you had never spoken to, and you felt kind of awkward. You focused on sitting as straight as you could so your back didn’t touch the boy behind you. Soon, the rest of the party were ready to go, and you managed to catch Loki waving his hand and the tent disappearing in green smoke. 
Neat trick.
The ensemble set off, with Thor, Loki, Fandral and a couple of other soldiers you were yet to learn the names of taking the front, you and Halvor made up the middle and the rest of the soldiers behind you. You guessed it was kind of a protection thing, that the servant boy and the mortal were in the middle so if anyone attacked from the front or back you would be safer. This unfortunately lead to thoughts around how likely was it that someone would attack you? Thor had mentioned the party was essentially out and about slaying…what was it? Barbarians and trolls? You hoped to god you didn’t run into trolls. That line of thought wasn’t particularly helpful so you tired your best to ignore it and focus on the ride ahead. 
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“And then I said, I’d rather walk through Hel twice over than ride below the crupper with you madame.”
You laughed heartily, beginning to enjoy the journey in spite of yourself. For the last few hours an enormous man with bright red curly hair and a long beard with little braids in, who went by the name of Volstagg, had been regaling you and the rest of the men with his tales. 
“Volstagg, what are you filling the lady’s head with?” Thor asked chuckling. 
All in all, it hadn’t been a bad day thus far. You had managed to avoid anymore conversations with Loki, and the men were making you laugh a lot. You weren’t particularly enjoying the horse riding honestly, when you had stopped for lunch your thighs were extremely sore. However, the view was really nice, you were a fan of the Asgardian landscape.
When the other men were back to idle chatting, you spoke up to the servant behind you.
“How long have you been a servant for Halvor?” 
“Around 500 years now Miss.”
That was going to get used to. This boy who you would have put at a fair few years younger than you was actually hundreds of years older. 
“Are you Thor’s servant?” 
“Prince Thor, yes, Miss.”
“Do you enjoy it?” 
“Yes miss, Prince Thor is a fair master.” 
“Why is Loki’s servant not here?” 
“Prince Loki does not have a personal servant.”
You snorted, you found that difficult to believe given the mans ego.
“Why not?” 
‘Prince Loki does not like anyone in his chambers.” 
Now, that you could believe, given the way he was reacting to sharing a tent with you. 
“What, not even servants?” 
“No Miss.” He paused for a while, “not anyone.”
You thought for a while. You wondered what he was like when he wasn’t trying to take over worlds.
“Is he always so…tyrannical?” 
“How do you mean miss?”
“Like, is he always rude and…foreboding?
Halvor seemed to take his time before answering. 
“I don’t know miss.  Take for example, how there often are members of other royal families staying in the palace, and some are not always…agreeable towards palace attendants. I have never seen Loki treat a member of the palace staff as anything but pleasant.” 
“Perhaps it’s just people from earth he hates then.” You muttered. 
“I’m not sure miss.”
“About what?” 
“How deep Loki Odinson’s hate goes. One can only act in a way he thinks is right, and what we think is right is seldom unassisted.”
“How do you mean?” 
“We are the product of our environment after all.”
That was effectively what Thor had said the day previous. You were feeling a little sick of people sticking up for him, he had murdered hundreds of people during his last trip to Earth after all.  
“Environment counts for some sure, but personal accountability should’t be forgotten about.”
“Perhaps miss.” Halvor responded. 
You were quiet for a bit, thinking over what Thor and Halvor had discussed. It was interesting to hear that Loki was genial to serving staff, they do say that how men treat their inferiors is more important than how they treat their equals. 
As the sun started to set, the party started to make camp again. You were helped off your horse by Halvor, nearly falling over as your poor aching thighs tried to hold your weight. A fire was set up just as the evening before, and some of the men went to catch food for the evening. On the menu that night was fish, which was pretty tasty honestly. 
Riding around in the elements all day had tired you out and you were looking forward to getting into Loki’s comfortable bed and sleeping. You were not looking forward to another evening in the company of the man himself, but you were hopeful he would mostly ignore you again. You hadn’t seen him all evening, other than setting up his tent a little while away from the fire, he had then proceeded to disappear into it, not to be seen again. 
Fuck it, it was getting late, you were tired and wanted to sleep. You pushed your shoulders back and entered the tent.  
Loki had assumed his seemingly usual position of sitting with his back turned to you, writing something. 
You stood there awkwardly for a bit, feeling kind of stupid like a child that was waiting to tell their parents she threw up. 
“Can I help you?” Loki asked. 
“Er, no. I was just going to get ready for bed. Your highness” You added quickly, remembering your conversation that morning, and having no desire to be chucked out into the night to sleep on the floor. 
“Oh? And what gave you the impression you were welcome in here?” 
The question put you off slightly,
“I stayed here last night?” You framed your statement as more of a question, much to your displeasure. 
“Indeed. Yet I fail to remember you asking me about it.” 
You sighed and rolled your eyes, 
“Fine, can I stay here tonight?”
“No.” 
“Ugh! Why not?” 
He finally turned around, grinning at you again in that way that made you want to run and hide. 
“Ask me nicely mortal and I might consider it.” 
He was really not going to let this go you decided, so you pushed down all your dignity and asked,
“Please your highness, may I stay in your tent tonight?”
Loki leaved back in his chair, you didn’t fail to notice the way his legs were spread rather indecently. He tapped his finger on his bottom lip in thought and eyed you, cooly. 
“No.” 
He turned back around. 
“You said if I asked you nicely - “
“I might consider it yes. I decided not to consider it.” 
You were tired and grumpy, your legs ached and you were sick of being stuck with a man who clearly had no regard for you whatsoever. You just wanted to go to bed. 
You counted to ten in your head and concentrated on breathing. You were not going to let him get to you. 
“Is there anything I can do to change your mind on the considering it front?” 
“No.” 
Great.  
“It’s cold outside.” You tried.
“It is.” 
“And Thor said I could stay.”
“He did.” 
“So I’ll be staying then.”
“No” 
You were not going to let him get to you.  You were not going to let him get to you.  You were not going to let him get to you.  You were not going to let him get to you. 
You groaned loudly. You were acting like a child but you didn’t care.
“Are you so desperate to share a bed with me? One starts to wonder why that may be.” He turned and asked you salaciously. 
“Ugh what is wrong with you I just want to go to sleep I’m tired, it was fine yesterday wasn’t it? I will stay right on the edge of the bed again, that wasn’t too annoying right?” You were starting to ramble now.
“Everything you do annoys me.” He said flippantly. 
Embarrassingly, tears started to well up in your eyes. 
Why was he so difficult?
“Don’t cry you halfwit” He looked at you with an air of disgust and rolled his eyes. “Since you are so eager I shall be a merciful God and allow you to remain in my tent this night.”  
You were surprised that a few tears had moved the God of mischief so, but you were thankful all the same.
“Thank you” You breathed out and Loki watched you as you stepped towards the bed and pulled back the covers. 
“Erm where’s the shirt I was wearing last night.”
He smirked, “I burnt it.” 
“What? Why?” 
Loki stiffened “I do not want anything in my bed which belongs to the idiots three.”
You sighed, “Who?”
“Thor and his band of nitwits.” Loki snorted “Fandral Volstagg and Hogan. Sif gets an honourable mention too.” 
You recognised half of those names. 
“Okay. Well, what am I going to sleep in?”
“That’s hardly my problem is it mortal.” 
“I don’t want to sleep in my clothes” You whined.
“Norns mortal you are insufferable.” Loki barked, standing suddenly and taking a large pace in your direction.
“I’m sorry!” You shrieked and hid your face behind your hands, genuinely thinking he was about to smite you or something. 
When nothing happened you peeked through the gaps in your fingers to see Loki shooting you an odd look and then he threw something at you. 
It took a second for your brain to catch up with the idea you were still alive and you took your hands away from your face. You realised Loki had thrown a shirt at you. It was green, unsurprisingly and felt softer than the one you had worn yesterday. 
“Oh, erm, thanks.” 
Loki looked at you haughtily, “Thanks indeed. It is enough I have to sleep next to you I don’t want to have to smell you too.”
Oh god did he mean that you smelt bad? Considering you were in the same clothes for two days you had thought you didn’t smell that gross yet. Maybe he had super human sent or something, or maybe humans smelt horrible to Asgardians? That can’t be right, Thor had a mortal girlfriend didn’t he. 
Loki was now smirking at you which was worrying you.
“I’m going to get changed now.” You stated.
His smile grew wider,
“Okay.” He stayed staring at you. 
Pervert. Why wasn’t he turning around.
You felt your face growing hot, 
“I thought you had no desire to watch me get changed?” you quipped, quoting his words that morning. 
He chortled, “you’re right I don’t. I do however, enjoy watching you squirm.” 
“Ergh.” 
He chortled again but did turn around. 
You got changed quickly, ensuring you were never fully naked in case he turned around which definitely seemed like something he would do. 
“I’m finished now.”
“Wonderful.” His voice dripped with sarcasm. 
You climbed into bed and pulled the covers back up tight. 
Without care for propriety, Loki took his clothes off, barely giving you enough time to close your eyes. 
“Could you not warn me first when you are going to do that.”
“Do what?” Loki asked you, in mock confusion.
“Take your clothes off!” 
Loki climbed into the bed next to you, and rested on his arm peering down at you. 
“Right now?” He smirked.
You recoiled, your face heating up again. 
“It’s my tent little mortal. You Midgardians are so prudish.”
“I’m not prudish I just don’t sexually harass everyone I meet.” You huffed.
“Believe me, you are not the focus of my interest.”
Whatever. You sunk down into the bed, happy to finally be resting and scooted to the edge of the bed. As soon as Loki was settled he snapped his fingers and the candle blew out just as last night.
“Night then.”
Loki didn’t reply. 
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All It Took Was A Tem-Pad
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x reader
Fandom: Marvel
Warnings: mutual pining, LOKI SERIES SPOILERS (slight), FLUFF,
Word Count: 555
A/N: Enjoy the 400 follower spoil-fest! Yes, this is inspired by that adorable scene from The Little Rascals. I do not regret it one bit. I hope you all enjoy this. Thank you so much for all the love and support. I appreciate you all so much. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated!
Summary: After many many years apart, Loki and you are finally reunited.
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"Mother, mother, can I please, please make a toast?!" Loki whispered harshly to his mom, his small hands grabbing at her dress and tugging on it.
Frigga looked down at the young boy beside her, smiling widely at him, "About what, Loki?"
"(Y/n)!" Loki smiled, darting a look at the slightly younger child across from him, "Please, mother! I want to thank them for joining us on this picnic!"
Frigga smiled, knowing that with only her, Loki, Thor, you, and your mother, Loki couldn't possibly get in any real trouble for whatever he had up his sleeve. Simply, she nodded, watching at Loki quickly sat up straighter and cleared his throat loudly.
"I want to make a toast!" Loki spoke confidently, raising his juice box, "To the person, I adore the most, in all the realms. I can't wait to spend my life with you..."
Your eyes widen, shaking your head furiously as your cheeks blaze red. You're begging in your head silently, terrified of Loki's next words. There's not a single doubt in your eight-year-old mind that you love Loki and wish to spend the rest of your life with him. But the idea of both of your mother's finding out terrifies you.
"(Y/n!)"
You quickly cover your face with your hands, unable to hide your large smile at Loki's public exclamation of love. Your mothers clink their glasses and gush about how adorable the two of you are while Thor pretend gags as Loki smiles widely at you. Your eyes meet, and the next words fall from your lips effortlessly.
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"You buffoon!"
You swat at Loki's chest, staring up at the man towering above you, wearing khaki-colored slacks and a grey button-down shirt, "What did you do now!? W-what was that glowy portal-esque thing? How are you even here!? I watched Thanos kill you! H-how!?"
Words catch in your throat as tears cloud your eyes, Loki pulling you into his chest. Soft cries leave your lips as you grasp onto him, hoping for this to be real instead of a dream.
"I return to you, and the first thing you do is call me a buffoon," Loki chuckled, kissing the top of your head, "I missed you too, darling."
A laugh tumbles from your lips, passing through your tears, and suddenly you're glad you didn't stick with Thor. You're glad you escaped to your own place in the remote mountains. Despite the hundreds of questions forming in your head, you can only focus on Loki, here in your arms.
"I adore you the most, Loki."
"Love, you know that's not true since I adore you the most."
You shake your head, pulling back and kissing Loki fiercely. So many years have passed, so many years were wasted. You want to know how, and why, and when, but all you can think about is quenching your need for the man you'd been starved of. It'd been too long since you held Loki in your arms, and you vowed you'd never let go again.
"Loki?"
"Hmm?"
"How'd you actually get here?"
"Let's just say," Loki pulled back, cupping your cheeks and smiling at you, "All it took was a Tem-pad."
"A what?"
"We have a lot of catching up to do."
You nodded, muttering one word before diving back in for another kiss, "Certainly."
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tokoyamisstuff · 3 years
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Drive - Loki x Reader
Summary: Created as a member of the TVA, you were used to basically every possibility - yet one person never fails to surprise you.
Warnings: None.
A/N: Safe for POC, Gender Neutral! Reader
Words: 1782
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A/N 2: Heya there! Guess who's back and in love with Loki again! I'm a little rusted, but I hope you'll enjoy this stupid little mess anway. Didn't read the comics tho, so pls ignore the logic gaps. XOXO
"Hey."
"Get lost, variant" you muttered under your breath, not even biding one look to the man that was bothering you this whole week already.
Loki was leaning onto your desk, head resting in his hands as he admired you simply filling out some files. "But need your help with something."
Does he really think he looks even remotely cute with that stupid, cheeky grin on his face? Well...maybe he does.
Still, it doesn't matter to you. The only thing you were meant to care about is the work assigned to you by the time lords.
"And what would that be?" you suspectingly rose an eyebrow on L1130, who was still giving it his all to look as innocent as humanly possible.
The God of Mischief was now circling your desk and you couldn't help but wonder where he was taking all that energy from. Much to your displeasure, his excited way of acting towards you made you snicker just a little - and he'd never miss such an important detail.
His eyes were shining in great anticipation, and admittingly you caught yourself to stare into them a little too long once or twice.
"Well, actually" he began, and you immediately knew this was gonna become one of his long speeches again. Ugh...
"Actually, you need my help!" he exclaimed, pointing to you with his index finger and making you groan in frustration. "Yeah, and since I'm a generous god, I'll assist you as way of exception."
"Damn it Loki, what the hell do you want?" you gnarled, only to be rewarded with said man now grinning from ear to ear. "This is the first time you've called me by my first name! May I take this as hint for a certain sentiment towards me?"
"You may take this as a sign that you are making no sense and are driving me crazy." Rubbing your temples, you shoved him aside and went to the cafeteria.
"I mean it!" the Laufeyson shoutet as he followed you closely, just like a little puppy. Not that you've ever seen that animal in reality, but there was one on a motivational poster right in front of your desk.
"The TVA needs me to capture the other Loki variant, right?" Obviously. So you didn't bother answering. "Which means they grant me some freedom, to a certain extend."
"Otherwise you wouldn't roam around here, bothering working people" you snapped, poking his forehead, thus stopping his motion. "Didn't Mobius give you something to do? Anything?"
"Well, yeah..." he rubbed the back of his head, stammering "But I thought...I could combine labour with pleasure."
You had no nerve to listen to any of his empty words. That man reeks of lies, that much you knew.
And you knew him better than he himself, as far as you were concerned. They all were the same - always have been, always will be.
"Don't you want to ask me what I had in mind?" Oh man, he's still there. Can't that man take a subtle hint?
Right now he was sitting in front of you, while you were struggling to not let him interrupt your meal - time works differently in the TVA, but breaks feel just as short as on the actual timeline.
"No."
"Great!" Loki cheered as if you didn't just turn him down. "So, I thought you're probably bored in here, right? Every day the same, for all eternity. Such a dull desk-job wouldn't suit someone of your calibre."
His silver tongue was well known around here, so you couldn't wrap your head around why he'd try to lull you with such cheesy compliments.
And why you, of all people? The persons doing the paperwork around here instead of risking their lives on the battlefield were actually considered the lowest of the lowest. There was no way he could gain from your status, or knowledge at that.
"So what? You're gonna take me to a field trip or something?" The imagination alone was enough for you to laugh so hard, you almost choked on a piece of lettuche.
"Exactly." At first you were sure he was mocking you, trying to pass time by joking around - but the look he was giving you right now seemed determined. "Whatever I want to catch the variant, they will provide. And I want you."
Suddenly, the situation began to scare you. "Why me, of all people?"
Loki placed his hands onto yours, expression gleeful but also somewhat gentle. "My dear, isn't it obvious? Because I-"
Before he could finish the sentence, the man that was just inches apart from you had now disappeared.
"So it was a trick after all" you thought, the small ember of whatever emotion he made you feel fainting as quickly as it appeared.
It was best for everyone involved if you didn't get any closer to a Loki...again.
"And that's enough strolling around for today" Mobius spoke calmly, putting the remote aside. Those necklaces were sure a blessing for his work in containing the God of Mischief himself.
"Hey!" Loki yelled, slamming his fist onto the table. "I was just onto something!"
"Rather trying to get onto someone, right?" Right now, Mobius was trying way too hard to not laugh at his own pun, needing to clear his throat before he continued. "You're here to investigate, not for fooling around with one of my best coworkers."
"It's not like that, you imbecile! I was trying to-"
"Don't bother explaining yourself, Loki." Oh, how the god hated to be interrupted. All kinds of fantasies about what he'd do to this place once he got into control again were flooding his mind the more he spoke.
"Don't take it personally" the Analyst reassuringly put a hand on Loki's shoulder, almost seeming as if he'd pity him. "But you're by far not the first Loki trying to have his ways with Y/N."
The god tilt his head ever so slightly, how he'd always do when something confused or upset him. "Wait- seriously?"
Flipping yet another switch on some retro machine, the images of several Loki variants flooded a holographic screen. Some were only slightly different from the 'sacred timeline's' Loki, others made the Laufeyson wonder what breach they caused to look that way.
"Those are all variants of yourself which we successfully contained and, well...you know" he shrugged. "And all of them tried to get close to Y/N, even in the face of neutralization. The TVA might know all about the timeline, from beginning to end - but some things not even we can explain."
"My naive brethren on Asgard would call this fate."
"Oh come on, Loki. You of all people, believing in such a thing?" Mobius sunk down on a chair, sipping on a soda. "There is no such thing as fate, destiny or free will. We are all slaves to the sacred timeline, and in that one, you were never supposed to meet Y/N. No one in the proper flow of time should ever interact with members of the TVA."
Slowly and hesistantly, Loki sat down as well, still staring at the variants - so many opportunities to turn his life for the better, all gone.
"Is-" at first, he stopped himself. A god like him, taking advice from the people who humiliated him beyond reason? Never!
But curiosity kills the cat. "Say, is it allowed for TVA members to have relationships?
"As far as I know, it is not forbidden" he explained, acting as if all of that didn't concern him. "But we are certainly not meant for that kind of purpose. Existing separately from the timeline, but are still connected with it. The freedom of our actions is limited, yet we have emotions and can build up connections to each other. Why do you think that is?"
"Beats me." Loki crossed his arms, seeming deeply buried in thought.
"Because the bonds to other lifeforms are what gives us strenght, Loki. It lets us connect with the people existing on the timeline, even though we're never allowed to live a 'normal' life of our own."
"You've got it all wrong." As always, Loki was touched, but would never dare to admit this - because it would mean letting one near his core. Maybe they'd use you against him, if he allowed himself to have such a 'weak spot' for someone.
So he did what he could best: Acting all high and mighty, to cover up for his insecurities. "I was just using her to get information. So don't you dare preaching to me about love and trust. I don't need anyone but myself."
He rolled his eyes in disinterest, preparing to leave again, when Mobius' last words made him stop in his track for a second.
"The thing is: After so many times of meeting 'you'...at some point, Y/N began to take a liking to you. Don't disappoint them again."
"Again?!" Loki thought to himself, not knowing if he should be mad at Mobius or himself. "That wasn't even me, damn it!"
But it sure fit his profile, he had to confess. Was he doomed to stay like this forever? Life is about growth,his brother once said...
And yet...if the Loki Laufeyson of the sacred timeline was destined to bring death and destruction only, wasn't he - the 'variant', the 'error' -not able to avoid that cruel fate?
"Still busy scheming against the TVA?" a familiar voice brought him back to the present. It was you.
"A lowy bureaucrat like you would never understand the ways of a god!" Ouch, that sounded way less mean in his head.
And the way you pouted at this insult only made him feel worse about himself. "My apologies...it has been a hard...timeline."
"I know that, Loki" you spoke with a tone so genuinely kind, that he actually believed you to understand his pain. "On the inside, you're actually a big softie...at least I hope so, L1130."
Trying to regain his cool, he fondled with his jacket before scoffing "Do you mean those other variants of me? They are inferior, compared to me, my dear. I can show you things far beyond your imagination, if you'd let me."
"Well, let's find that out, shall we" you smiled at him, meant as half an invatation and half a challenge. "Meet me in the library after my work is done, then I'll teach you blockhead all you need to know to get along here."
With a swift movement, the god placed the ghost of a kiss onto the back of your hand. "What kind of man would I be to decline such an invitation?"
"Don't get too full of yourself" you advised him, "You're still a criminal against time, one of thousand versions of a Loki that should never exist in the first place. Why should I trust you of all people?"
"Because what drives me is different from those, petal." The way your eyes widened at the nickname was enough for him to become more engaged. What else had he to lose, anyway? "I have freed myself from selfish desires, and am willing to prove myself worthy."
"So, what is it that drives you then?"
"Meeting you again."
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In a Crowd of Thousands
Loki x Gender Neutral!Reader, set in between Thor: The Dark World and Thor: Ragnarok. Loki is currently pretending to be Odin.
Word Count: 1,744
Contains: Reunions, Threats of Violence, Angst?, Fluff?
Inspiration: In a Crowd of Thousands from Anastasia.
As the child of one of Vanaheim’s two senators, you were expected to make appearances with your mother often- or as often as an 8-year-old would allow. People weren’t exactly expecting you to appear at every signing of a bill into law, but they were expecting to see you at fun things. The kind of events that kids dream of taking a part of, or at least look up at in wonder. This was one of those events: a parade celebrating the over thousand-year peace between Asgard and Vanaheim, cemented when Frigga and Odin were married.
You sat high on a carriage, next to your mother. You were dressed in fine Vanheimian silks, enshrouding your body and making a hot summer that much more unbearable. You began to fuss with the sleeves on your outfit when you took notice of something odd. A small child, extremely disheveled and dirty, staring directly at you from the crowd.
As your carriage moved by, you saw him begin to move, trying to catch up with you. The guards spot him, but they can’t catch him. He is able to dodge them and escape from the crowd into the parade. He begins to run towards you, shouting your name the whole time. Your mother realizes this boy is very persistent and elects to stop the carriage so that he doesn’t get run over by it. You smile at him as he bows. The guards finally catch up to him and take him away, and you wave goodbye to him as he is dragged away kicking. The parade starts up again, and you continue on the rest of your day thinking about that day.
You still think about that day now and then- even a thousand years later. Not much has changed since then- your homeworld is still a democracy, run by two main senators. The only real difference is the people in power- now, one of them is you. It’s your first term as a Senator, though you’ve had a lot of experience in the local politics of your homeworld. Unfortunately, that’s not very helpful when it comes to politicking with leaders of the other Nine Realms. The last time you left Vanheim, and subsequently met any kind of leader outside your own world, was that parade. But now, you're going back.
Five years had passed since Frigga was killed by the Dark Elf Algrim. The peace between Asgard and Vanheim was as strong as it ever was, but the people of Vanheim were weary. To appease your people, and to ensure that the peace remained strong, yearly visits to Asgard were implemented. It was more for keeping up appearances than anything, but you had been warned by your predecessor had informed you this usually came with in-depth philosophical discussions.
You knew something was off as soon as you arrived. You were not greeted by Heimdall. Instead, some man named Skurge had welcomed you. You might have been a child when you were last here, but you distinctly remembered the Bifrost Bridge being more colorful, shining more brilliantly, and having less stuff littering it. By the time you make it to the throne room, you are thoroughly convinced some trickery is afoot. The person pretending to be Odin, sitting atop his throne confirms this.
You can tell right away that it’s not Odin. Your people are one of old magic and trickery, and this is an obvious example of a well-crafted, almost perfected glamour. But you can see through the cracks. The puzzle now is figuring out who is pretending to be Odin- without causing the people of Asgard to panic at the fact their ruler is not who he says he is.
“Greetings, Senator Y/N of Vanheim. Welcome to Asgard. I trust your journey here went smoothly.” The false king states.
You bow your head in keeping with tradition. “Greetings, Odin, All-father, Protector of the Nine Realms. My journey was safe and swift, and I am thankful to have the honor to be in your presence once more.”
“You honor me, Senator, with your respect for my right as King. Come now, let us dine together.” You raise your head again and begin following the false Odin into the dining room.
Thankfully, another part of the tradition is for Odin to eat dinner with the Senator of Vanheim alone upon their arrival in Asgard. Which gives you the perfect opportunity to figure out who is masquerading behind the facade of Odin. As soon as you are alone together, you make your first move: Undoing the magic being done to pretend to be Odin. You are unsurprised to see who it is, but something now seems eerily familiar about him that hadn’t before.
“How did you do that?” He asks, puzzled that he looks like himself again.
“What are you doing, Loki?” Your voice is sharp but quiet, careful not to alert anyone who may be trying to listen to the huge secret you’ve just unveiled.
“What does it look like I’m doing? And you haven’t answered my question.”
You take a huge deep breath and let the air flow out slowly through your mouth so you don’t immediately fly into a rage. You are still a Senator, after all. “If you had studied the magics like you had been told too, maybe you would know the answer. Now, where is Odin?” You begin walking towards him, and he walks backward to keep the distance between you.
“I have no idea.” His answer sounds honest, but you know it’s a lie. He has backed himself into a corner, and you stand in front of him, about the block him in when he teleports to the other side of the room.
“Do not test me, Prince,” You begin, conjuring a gigantic ball of flame, “Where is your father? What have you done to him?”
“Senator, please calm down. We wouldn’t want a diplomatic incident, now would we?” Loki is smirking at you, thinking he’s got you in a bind. But he doesn’t realize he’s already lost.
You glare at him and put out the flame. “See, now that wasn’t that-” His speech is interrupted by you transforming into him, and reconjuring the flame.
“Do not trifle with me, Prince. I would be more than happy to kill you and replace you if it meant no one else must suffer at your hand. Now tell me. Where is your father?”
“He’s in a retirement home on Earth.” You transform back into yourself instantly upon this revelation and put out the flame once more.
“What in his name is he doing on Earth in a retirement home?” Your anger is gone, you are just tired now. Tired of the trickery, and games. And you really just want to eat.
“I put him under a spell. Wiped his memories.” You want to cry. Your first visit back to Asgard and it’s a total disaster.
You hesitate before asking, “How long have you been at this?”
“Five years” You look up at the ceiling and bite your lip to prevent yourself from screaming. When you look back at Loki you stop biting your lip and instead smile, and clap.
Through gritted teeth you shout, “Let’s Eat!” He opens his mouth to say something, but you are done with his nonsense. You cast a spell to temporarily prevent him from speaking. He glares at you, but you ignore him. You sit down next to each other at the table and eat the dinner you had been craving since you arrived.
After you finish the meal, you reverse the spell, and tell him, “You are the luckiest Prince in the Nine Realms, Loki.”
“I wouldn’t say it’s luck. I worked pretty hard to get here.”
“Loki. You do realize that had any other Vanheimian Senator, let alone any other ruler of any of the Nine Realms, found out your secret before me, they would have killed you on the spot?”
“Then why haven’t you killed me, Senator?”
“I’d rather not have to deal with the war that will come after that. Even if I am justified, it would destabilize all the Nine Realms. I will not sacrifice millennia of peace because you decided to rule Asgard for five years.” You reply.
“I am grateful.”
“You know,” You start, and you're not sure why you’re telling him this, “I’ve been waiting a millennium to come back here. And this is what I find now that all this time has passed. A Prince playing at being King.”
“A millennium?” There is a shift in his tone as he asked.
“Yes, a millennium. I keep thinking back to the day my mother and I came here. She was a Senator at that time, and we were in a parade. There was a boy-”
“That was you?” The realization hits him first, and his whole demeanor shifts.
“What do you mean that was me?” You are in denial.
“I was that boy. The one who made you smile and got dragged away by guards- that was me.”
“Are you telling me the day I couldn’t stop thinking about for centuries, that the boy I wanted to come back and find- that was you?” You really wish this was one of his tricks, but it’s not. It’s obvious it’s not. The way he’s looking at you like he’s just rediscovered the love of his life, tells you he’s not lying.
“You couldn’t stop thinking about it either?” He asks.
“I wanted to find you again.”
“So did I.” He chuckles, “It seems ridiculous now. I spent a decade looking for you, but my mother said-”
“Don’t worry, child. You will meet again one day when the fates allow?” You finish his sentence.
“Yes, exactly.” Loki smiles at the memory of Frigga.
“So what now?” You ask.
He reaches out for your hand and you give it to him. “We make up for lost time.” He kisses you, and you kiss him back. It is the kiss of a long-lost love, full of passion and relief. Of a spouse returning from war, years after the war has ended, long since presumed to be dead. As the kiss ends, you embrace each other. You saw each other in a crowd a thousand years ago. And a thousand years from now you will be in crowds together, happily married, with the peace between your realms secured for thousands more.
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sinsandguilt · 2 years
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Serpent’s Tongue
Pairing: Loki x fem!reader
Warnings: angst, hurt, lies and insults
Summary: Under the influence of a spell you break up with Loki, he doesn’t take it particularly well.
Uhmm so this is my first drabble, do people still call them that? I know it’s short but since it’s my first time posting something I’ve written I’m just testing the waters. Maybe I’ll continue it if anyone likes it? Let me know!
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You and Loki had been dating for a while now, and he had been nothing but sweet and charming with you. He soothed your insecurities, made every part of you feel beautiful, and genuinely seemed to treasure you as a person. Thor and the other Avengers had warned you to be weary of Loki, they told you he was a trickster, he could deceive and lie, and they didn’t want to see you hurt. You had no reason to believe their words though, not when Loki had only ever treated you with kindness and love.
What you didn’t know, however, was as much as Loki could love and dote, when he was hurting, he was an entirely different beast. When Loki felt hurt, when he felt sadness, he became angry, vicious, vindictive. He was vengeful and unforgiving, with a serpents tongue that could cut deeper than any blade. He could not control himself if someone hurt him, his defence mechanism was to hurt them back, with sharp words that he wouldn’t realise he’d spoken until much later.
You didn’t know about this side to Loki.
And he didn’t know you were under a spell.
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“I’m sorry, Loki,” your lips uttered the words but your heart screamed the opposite. You were a spectator inside your own body, having been put under a spell that allowed the enemy to control you from afar. “I’m sorry I lied, but I don’t love you. We need to break up.”
The enemy’s intent was to drive the Avengers apart from the inside, with their first step being to handicap one of the biggest obstacles, Loki. And what better way to do this than to break his heart? He would be compromised, emotional, and it would make him easier to defeat.
And from the look you saw on Loki’s face as you uttered words you’d never mean, it seemed that plan was going to work. You’d never seen such pain in his eyes, such confusion and despair. Your heart was screaming, begging for him to realise this wasn’t you, it would never be you, but… he didn’t. He didn’t realise. For a moment you thought you saw tears forming in his eyes, threatening to spill down his sharp cheeks, but in an instant those tears disappeared. The hurt on Loki’s face was replaced with a scowl, one so full of malice and anger you felt fear swell inside of you. You had never feared Loki, but in that moment you did.
“You are breaking up with me?” he spat the words as if the concept alone put a bad taste in his mouth. A short, vengeful laugh came from his throat. “Don’t tell me you thought I was serious about you, y/n.”
Your face was unmoving, but the words cut into your heart like a knife.
A vicious smile worked its way over Loki’s features. He was no longer thinking clearly, his judgement clouded by heartbreak and hurt, his defence mechanism took over. He was going to hurt you back. “You are sorely mistaken if you thought our little fling meant anything to me, y/n,” his words were spiteful, searing. He scoffed, “I merely took pity on you. A pathetic, ugly, disgusting little midgardian that no one cared for.” He continued to insult you. He intentionally singled out your insecurities, every little thing you had hated about yourself, things that he had spent months convincing you weren’t true. He undid it all in seconds. “This meant nothing to me, y/n. You meant nothing to me.”
Your body was under the control of another, he didn’t know your words had been lies.
You didn’t know his words were lies either.
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lillianofliterature · 3 years
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“The tesseract for the girl, Laufeyson,” Thanos’ thin lips turned upward into a sneer. He knew he had found the trickster’s one weakness. “You should feel blessed by my generosity after all this time, after all of your tricks.”
Loki’s heartbeat quickened rapidly as the titan’s hand tightened around your throat, setting loose an avalanche of overwhelming emotions within him, but his expression was still and unmoving. He knew that Thanos would kill you, regardless of the exchange, if he knew how much he needed you - loved you. It would be your death sentence. 
Thanos had no qualms with ending a life just for the sake of causing pain in another - or just for the sake of slaughter itself. He feared you would die in either outcome.
“Lo-oki, d-don-n’t-” Your voice was hoarse under the pressure of the titan’s fingers pressed against your throat. Each time you managed to swallow, you felt the edge of his blade grazed the underside of your chin. When your eyes met, you knew he was terrified of losing you, of watching you die in front of him. You knew his calm exterior was an effort to manipulate the situation at hand - but you feared this time, no amount of mischief or silver-tongued remarks could appease a darker end.
You had loved him for centuries - and you knew the fear behind his eyes, though it was subtle and guarded.
“You’ve spent your life revoking affection or any form of attachment, and yet here you are, willing to give up everything,” Thanos’ gaze travelled to your paling features that clawed for breath, “for something so...mortal.”
“I am willing to fulfill your deal, is that not what you asked of me?”
“I asked for your servitude, your loyalty, your mind. You gave me nothing but failure in return,” the titan’s sneer turned sour, “Hand over the tesseract or she dies.”
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geminigirl0298 · 2 years
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Safe (Part 1)
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Relationship: Dom!Reader x Sub!Loki x Sub!Bucky
Summary: The Avengers are giving the newly reformed Loki a hard time, so you and Bucky decide to take him under your wing. Sexually. (Dom!Reader x Sub!Loki x Sub!Bucky)
A/N: Hope y'all like this as much as I do! Feel free to ask to be added to the taglist for part 2!
ALSO: Please help me settle a decision about a new fic here
Warnings: SMUT, minors DNI, 18+, NSFW, handjob, voyeurism
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PART 1:
“So… What is it?”
Loki frowned. He stared down at the piping hot pan and flicked his eyes back up to the billionaire. “What do you mean?” He gestured to the stove. “They’re pancakes!” Stark’s jaw dropped.
“P-pancakes?” He threw his head back. “Romanoff, come look! Reindeer Games thinks he made pancakes.” The redhead did not turn her head.
She was sitting on a high stool near the breakfast bar with a cup of coffee. Her eyes were closed, cup to her lips, but she still managed to throw in a jab. “He’s a prince, or at least he was. You expect him to be able to know how to cook?”
“Probably had servants to do everything for him, right?” quipped Clint, walking into the kitchen. He glared at Loki as he passed by him to grab a plate from the high cupboards. Of all the Avengers, the archer hated Loki the most. The mind control Loki had put him under had been an agonizing ordeal. Though Loki had tried to explain that the mind stone in his scepter had been fueling his rage, and that the fear of Thanos and his order were driving most of his actions, it all seemed to fall on deaf ears.
Even Steve Rogers, America’s golden boy, could not stand to be around him. He, like Bruce Banner, never joined in the taunting but they never attempted to stop it either. Rogers was cold and hard during training and though he may not admit it, Loki knew he was the reason he had not yet been invited on a mission. The blond man was the de facto leader of the team. If he said he did not want Loki leaving the compound, then Loki was not leaving the compound.
The only people who were nice to Loki were the Wanda Maximoff girl, Sergeant Barnes, and you. Wanda was kind enough, but her powers were new and immature. She spent a lot of time in a facility learning to control them, so she was hardly around Loki enough for them to become proper friends.
Sergeant Barnes was another story. Maybe it was the years of brainwashing and torture, or the fact that he knew what it felt like to be trapped in your mind while you watched your body do things you did not want it to do. Either way, he had no problem speaking to Loki. He never joined in the teasing, and he sometimes told them to stop altogether. If Loki was training alone, Barnes would offer to train with him, and if he saw someone was being particularly hard, he would step in.
But neither Wanda nor Bucky compared to you.
You had been the first person to show him any sympathy upon his arrival to the compound. Being dropped into a Midgardian lifestyle had thrown Loki for a loop, and no one was willing to help him adjust. You had taken it upon yourself to be his sensei of sorts. He was not sure why, or what he had done to gain your favour, but it was clear you had a soft spot for him. From showering to eating and sleeping, or making Bruce loosen the cuff on his wrist that hindered his magic so it would not chafe it, you made sure he was taken care of. You gave him extra blankets and the softest clothes, got him books he wanted, and even set him up with a therapist for the nightmares that plagued his slumber. Loki was grateful to you beyond words.
“What’s everyone laughing about?” He recognized the voice as Barnes. The super soldier strode into the kitchen. His brown hair was in a little bun at the nape of his neck, and on his arm was you. A weird feeling tickled his throat upon seeing you two together. Barnes had returned from a mission last night and Loki had been awake to see him return. The man went straight to your room, and not ten minutes later, Loki could hear both your moans float out into the common room.
“Loki tried to make pancakes,” Clint answered. “My twelve-year-old can cook better than this. Can’t believe this is the same guy who tried to take over the world.”
Barnes rolled his eyes. “Give the guy a break. He’s new to this.” His metal hand reached out to grab the pan by its handle. “I’ll make pancakes this morning. Who wants?”
“Not me,” said Romanoff. “Clint and I have a briefing to get too.” Stark was already on his cell phone dealing with an issue— something about some pots, Loki was able to pick up. One by one, the three trickled out of the kitchen. Rogers and Wilson were away on a mission so he knew he would not be running into them anytime soon. That left Loki alone with you and Bucky.
“Lokes, you okay?” Warm hands touched his back. He turned around to see you standing before him in a fluffy sleeping robe, eyes wide and concerned. You moved your hands to rest on his chest. “Don’t worry about them, alright? They’ll come around.”
“No, they won’t.”’ The words were a whisper. “They hate me.”
You winced. “Lokes—”
“I don’t even want to be here!” Loki hissed. “My oaf of a brother is pretending I’m here for ‘reform’, but the truth is, he doesn’t want me on Asgard. The team doesn’t want me here either so why don’t you all just fuck off and let me go where I want?”
“Loki.” Your voice was firm, stern. Your lips stiffened into a grimace, and you crossed your arms in front of you. Behind you, he saw Barnes shoot you a glance. “I understand it has been hard for you here, and I get the mind stone influence, but you did do a lot of wrong. It was not all the stone, and New Mexico surely wasn’t. Now, the team might be hard on you, but Bucky and I are not. We’ve taken care of you and looked out for you since you’ve been here. If you want to yell at someone, yell at them; not us. Understood?”
Tears welled up in Loki’s eyes. You had not raised your voice once, yet he felt the weight of the admonishment on his shoulders. It was astonishing how someone so much smaller than him could feel so much bigger than him in the moment. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “You’re right, you’ve been good to me. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Have you eaten for the morning?” Loki shook his head. “Well, that won’t do.” You grabbed a banana off the kitchen counter and peeled it before offering it to him. “Here.” He reached for it, and you pulled it away. “No, I’m feeding you. Take a bite.”
“What?” Loki gave you a look. No one had fed him anything since he was a child. Maybe a few grapes from a pretty maidservant on Asgard or two, but not in the way you were ordering him. Not like this.
“Take a bite,” you repeated. There was a look in your eyes that he could not decipher. It felt like you were challenging him, and it excited him. “Take a bite, Lokes. Bucky will be a while with those pancakes, and I won’t have you fainting on me.”
You pushed the banana closer to his mouth. The sweetness of it hit his nose, tip rubbing against his lips, and he opened his mouth to take a hesitant bite. “Good boy.” Your hand reached up to stroke his hair. He swallowed the bite he was eating, and you fed him another, then another, until the flesh was gone and only the peel was left. “That’s it. Feel a little better?”
Loki nodded. “Yes.”
“Food fixes everything, doesn’t it?” You tossed the peel aside and let your free hand join the one in his hair. Slowly, you scraped your nails across his scalp. Loki let out a little whimper. “Like that?” He bit his lip. “Of course, you do, because you’re a goodboy,” you purred. Goosebumps spread over his skin. “Aren’t you a good boy?”
“Y-yes.” The admission made you grin. Loki closed his eyes. He would not admit it, because he let so few people touch him, but he loved it when people played with his hair.
“Good,” you whispered. “My good boy. Sweet boy.” Loki wanted to moan. The noise rose in his throat, and he stifled it. Your hand moved down his chest, then to his stomach. Warmth seeped into his skin from yours. When you touched the waistband of his pants, however, his eyes flew wide open.
“Y/N.”
“Hush, sweet boy. Everything’s okay.” Loki shot a glance at Bucky. The super soldier had his back to the two of you, attentions on the pancake batter he was mixing. “No,” you gripped his chin, turning his face back to you. “Eyes on me.”
Loki had asked you once if you and Barnes were dating— out of curiosity alone and surely not jealousy, of course. Your response had been a bell-like laugh, accompanied by the pinching of his cheek. He had not known what it meant. By the way you were palming his cock through his pants, however, things between you and the soldier must not have been that serious. “Oh!”
“That’s it,” you cooed, stroking the growing length. Every movement of your hand made his cock grow harder and longer until he was straining in his sleeping pants. “Put your hands behind your back.” Loki did so without question. It was like there was a force that grabbed his hands and put them there, for he had no idea how his body simply responded to your command. “Oh, you’re a very good boy. So good. What do you think, Buck?”
“I think he needs to cum.” Loki opened his eyes again. Bucky was leaning against the counter staring at the two of you. There were two round, sizzling blobs of batter in the pan and three perfectly cooked pancakes sat on a plate on the counter. Though he remained calm, Loki could see Barnes’ erection through his sweats.
A hard pump brought Loki’s eyes back to you. “Is that true?” Your fingers found the head of his cock and massaged it through his pants. His head lolled back against the cupboard. “Do you need to cum, sweet boy?” His head bobbed up and down. “Hmm.” You massaged with a heavier touch. “What do you think, Buck? Do you think he should get to cum?”
Loki begged the man to say yes with his eyes. Instead, he saw Barnes hang his head in an almost abashed way. “You know that’s up to you, doll.”
“Correct.” You gripped him harder. The same sternness from earlier returned to your eyes. “It’s always up to me. Understood?”
“Yes,” Loki nodded. “Yes, I understand.”
“Good.” You released him. On your tip toes, because Loki was so much taller than you, you attached your lips to his neck and began sucking on the skin. This time Loki moaned hard. “That’s it,” you murmured. “So responsive.” Another hand reached around to squeeze his ass. “You know what? I think I’m gonna let you cum.”
His eyes widened in glee. “Really?”
“Yeah.” His cock spasmed. “You’ve been a good boy and I know you’ve been under so much stress.” Your hand reached behind him. When it came back, there was a bottle of maple syrup in it. His eyes widened as you unscrewed the cap and poured the amber substance into your palm. “Take your pretty penis out for me, sweet boy.” It was not a question.
Biting his lip, Loki reached down and tugged on his sleeping pants until his cock was released. It sprang up and against his abdomen, brushing just below his navel. You licked your lips at the sight. Without warning, you gripped his hot length. Loki moaned. “Fuck! Oh, fuck!”
Your hand stroked his length at a delicious pace. The stickiness from the syrup provided excellent lubrication. “You’ve got a very filthy mouth, sweet boy. Perhaps you’re not as good as I thought you were.”
“No, I am!” He hurried to assure you. “I-I’m good. I’m so good.”
“Really?” You squeezed his member harder. “Are you a good boy enough to come play with me and Bucky tonight?” Loki’s hips thrusted forward. “To let us do whatever we want to you?”
The pad of your thumb was rubbing the head of his cock. Shocks of pleasure danced up his length and made his knees shake. He had not been touched like this in so long. Right now, Loki would do anything for a release, and the fact that it was you made him all the more willing to agree to the terms. “Y-yes,” he stuttered, “yes, you can do whatever you want.” A thrill tickled up his spine as he imagined the three of you together.
“The team will be out tonight, which means the three of us have the compound to ourselves. Come to my room at 8 sharp. I do not appreciate tardiness. Is that clear?”
Loki looked down at you through hooded eyes. “Yes. S-so clear.” Your face softened.
“Good boy.” You guided his head to your shoulder and kissed his cheek. The pace of your strokes picked up until Loki was gripping the edge of the counter behind him. “Cum, sweet boy. Cum all over yourself.” His hips pistoned into your hand. The tingle at the base of his spine dissipated into a pleasure that had his waist stuttering as his cock shot white lines of cum into the paper towel he had not even seen you grab. “That’s it,” you whispered between strokes of his hair, “just let go.”
Loki almost fell forward at your words. Had your hand not moved around his waist, he surely would have fallen to the floor. Your grip on him was unwavering, and he marveled at how strong one mortal could be. He always wrote off mortals as being weak and frail. Never again would he do that.
“Loki?” Your authoritative tone was gone, dulcet tones and concerned look back again. You wiped his hair away from his forehead. “Hold still. I need to clean you up.” You set about wetting a fresh paper towel to wipe the stickiness from his flaccid cock. Once you were satisfied he was clean, you tucked him back into his pants and gave his lower stomach a gentle pat.
“Here, have a seat.” Loki startled at Barnes’ voice. He had forgotten the soldier was even there. His face burned red as it dawned on him that the man had just seen him with his cock out in the kitchen, desperate and pining for release.
“Sit.” Loki took a shaky seat in the chair. Your hands cupped his face, thumbs stroking either cheek. “Are you okay? You’re a little pale.”
“I’m fine.” His voice came out weak, so he cleared his throat and tried again. “I’m fine.” You smiled.
“Good.” His stomach fluttered as you pecked his forehead. He loved it when you were affectionate with him. “Now eat up, and make sure you eat well at lunch and dinner. Bucky and I have to go out, but we’ll be back by eight. You’ll need your strength for later.” A metal hand placed a steaming plate of pancakes in front of him, and he blinked. They looked nothing like the ones he had made that morning. “Loki?”
He looked up at you. “Yes?”
“Did you hear me?” He nodded and was rewarded with a peck on his cheek. “Good. We’ll see you later.”
“8 o’ clock,” Bucky said, by way of goodbye. He handed Loki a fork and gestured to the pancakes. “Those are soft as butter. I’ll show you how to make them sometime.”
The two of you left hand in hand, leaving Loki to wonder what in the ever-loving fuck just happened, and why on earth he wanted it to happen again.
Part 2
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anonymousfiction211 · 3 years
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Handcuffed together
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Summary: Loki and you hate each other, but are both part of the Avengers. They are fed up with you two fighitng all the time and hancuff you together, so you can learn to tolerate each other.  Word count: 3.132 words Warnings: Smut, dubious consent (it is consentual, but not specificly said), angry Loki, degrading  A/N: Based on a idea from @the-best-phineas. Hope you like it! If anyone has an idea, or suggestion just let me know :)
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With a loud click the handcuff around your wrist closed. You immediately tried to unlock the cuff, but it wouldn’t give. “Like that would work” Loki commented. You gave him a glare but turned your attention back to Tony. “Seriously, this is not necessary. Give us another chance” you begged him. “Look, we are all sick of the two of you constant fighting, it is effecting the team and the missions we’re on. And all that magic-crap makes everything worse. So, until the two of you can tolerate each other you’re cuffed together. And you’re both not allowed on missions before you finish this one” You sighed heavily but knew that arguing more was futile.
“I must say, you’re taking this better than I thought you would” Tony said to Loki. “Escaping handcuffs isn’t that difficult, Stark” Loki replied. Tony secured the cuff on Loki’s wrist. He then walked hastily to the door. “Oh, one more thing. These handcuffs are designed so you can’t use your powers” Tony said and quickly exit the room. Loki immediately tried to escape his cuff with magic, but nothing was happening. You tried as well, but got the same result, nothing. You met his eyes, which were full of anger. “I thought escaping from handcuffs wasn’t that difficult” you said sarcastically. Loki didn’t break eye contact. The anger was radiating off him, you swore you could physically feel it. He didn’t say anything but turned around and walked away. When you didn’t move he yanked at his side of the cuffs and you were forced to take a few steps in his direction. “What the… LOKI..” you started angrily, but he didn’t react. He kept walking while ignoring you. Right now, you had no other choice than to follow him, trying to keep up.
He pushed his bedroom door open with so much force, you thought it would break. He walked towards his bookcase and was taking out different books, flipping through them. You had enough and yanked at the handcuffs, making the book in his hand fall on the ground. “STOP. WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING” you yelled at him. He gave you his angriest look, the one he said he reserved specially for you, because he never met anyone who was as stupid and annoying as you were. And that included his oaf of a brother. “I am finding a way to free myself from you” he spat. “So, just stand there and try not to get in the way” he turned his attention back to the bookcase. “You can’t just walk away and drag me along” you grumbled. “Apparently I can” he said with a sly small on his face. You yanked at the cuffs again, making Loki drop his book again. He turned to face you, grabbed your throat with the cuffed hand and pushed you hard against the wall behind you. Your scream was cut off by his other hand covering your mouth. He wasn’t chocking you, but the tightness off his grip wasn’t comfortable enough for you to relax. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, which was weird. It shouldn’t.
He pulled his hand away from your mouth after standing there for what felt like eternity. “Look, I’m much stronger than you are. So, I’m going to find a way to free myself. The only thing you have to do is staying out of my way” he growled. He let go of your throat, but still stood extremely close to you. “Yeah, this whole act doesn’t scare me” your voice hoarser than you would have liked. Loki chuckled “Look, when you had your powers you had some sort of defense, even tough it was weak. Without your powers.. you don’t stand a chance against me” You slapped him hard across his face. His face turned sideways, but his cheek didn’t show any red mark. He slowly turned his head to face you, giving you a wicked smile that sends chills trough your body. He didn’t say anything, just stared at you. But both of you knew, you had just proofed his point.
The rest of the morning you two sat on his bed. Loki was busy reading different books and he sometimes grumbled in annoyance. You were playing a game on your phone, trying to ignore him. Loki snaped his book shut and threw it across the room. You looked up from your phone “I assume the search is not going well then?” you couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at his frustration. “Just shut up, it’s not like you are any useful” he replied. He sighed and laid down on his bed. His put his cuffed hand on his chest, which meant that your hand also touched his chest. When he felt your hand, he puts his hand down beside him, pretending it didn’t happen. “We could pretend to like each other for this afternoon, and we surely will be free before dinner” you said. Loki didn’t reply. He sighed heavily “Fine” he muttered. He got up from the bed, which mean that you had to crawl to his side to get up as well. When it took to long he grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet in front of him. Not anticipating this move, you stumbled and fell into his chest. His free hand immediately grabbed you by your hip to steady you. A weird feeling was spreading from your hip through your body, you couldn’t quite place it. When he dropped his hand you still felt his touch. “Shall we?” he said. You nodded and followed him towards the living room. But there was no one there. Loki walked towards the kitchen, with you close behind him. There was a note on the kitchen table.
Loki and (Y/N), The team had to leave for a mission. We will be back in two days. Don’t kill each other. - Natasha
Loki crumbled up the piece of paper and threw it through the kitchen. “Great, just great. Two day stuck with you” he said angrily. “Lucky me, two days in the presence of a god” you replied with as much sarcasm as you could. Loki gave you an angry glare, which you ignored. He stormed out of the kitchen, yet again dragging you along. After a few steps you yanked at the cuffs and halted in your track. “Look, we both want nothing more than the be free of each other. But we’re at least stuck with each other for two day, so how about some rules?” you started. Loki didn’t say anything but nodded.
“First, discussing where we are going, no more dragging me along and doing whatever you want” you started.
“No talking unless absolutely necessary” Loki replied.
“No more threats, or throat grabbing”
“No more punching”
“How about no touching of any form?” you said.
“Fine by me. Also, no more singing. You are really bad at it”
“No more insulting me!!” you half yelled
“Don’t make insulting you so easy then!”
There was a long silence. “We sleep in my room” Loki said. “IF you behave this day, I MIGHT consider letting you sleep in the bed” you rolled your eyes at that comment. “I accept that we sleep in your room, but only IF I sleep in the bed too. Otherwise, we sleep in my room” you said. He smirked “If you weren’t so insufferable I might even enjoy this little negotiation” You couldn’t help but smile at his comment “same for me” you replied.
The rest of the afternoon went by rather peacefully. Loki was reading books and you were watching a series on tv. There was one awkward moment when you had to use the toilet, but you had to admit that Loki did his best to give you all the privacy you needed. So, you did the same when he had to go. Your stomach started to rumble, you were getting hungry. “Shall we order food?” you asked Loki. After a very long discussion you both finally agreed on Chinese food. In hindsight it wasn’t the best idea to eat Chinese food when you only have one hand. During dinner, your hands sometimes touched each other, by accident. But every time you felt his hand against yours spark like electricity shot through your body. You suddenly forgot how to breathe and didn’t know where this was coming from. You were hoping Loki didn’t notice and try to ignore the feeling.
After dinner things basically stayed the same. You put on a movie and halfway through Loki decided to watch it too. But none of you said a word to each other. After the movie you were getting tired. “Can we go to bed?” you asked. Loki nodded and the two of you walked to his bedroom. That was when things got a little awkward. You both turned your back towards each other when the other undressed. Loki had pulled down his pants and his shirt, which was now hanging on the chain of the cuffs. You were currently undressing yourself, getting rid of your own pants and pulling your T-shirt over your head, hanging it next to Loki’s on the chain. You currently were in a bra and thong, mentally slapping yourself for not thinking this through this morning. Worst off all was that it was in dark green, which was a colour you wore often before Loki joined the team. When Loki turned around you saw his eyes roam your body, suddenly you felt extremely exposed. You noticed that Loki was more muscular than you thought, if he were any other man on the planet you would have thought his body was attractive. You cleared your throat, snapping Loki’s eyes to meet yours. If you didn’t know any better you thought you saw a slight blush on his cheeks.
He walked towards his doors and turned down the light. His room was completely dark, and you couldn’t see a thing anymore. You heard Loki walk and felt your hand pulled towards his direction. You were hesitant to move, not wanting to trip or bump into something. “Why are you not moving?” Loki asked annoyed. “I- I can’t see a thing” you replied. Loki walked closer to you, his free arm grabbed your shoulder, and he took your cuffed hand with his. You flinched from the sudden touch, not expecting it. “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you” he said. “I know, you just startled me” you replied. He guided you towards his bed and let you get in first. “Thanks” you whispered. “Just go to sleep” he replied. But sleep did not come easily. It was difficult to find a comfortable position, because of the handcuffs. But somehow you managed.
The light shining through the curtains woke you up. Loki was still fast asleep, he looked peaceful. He was laying on his side, facing you with his free hand underneath his head. His cuffed hand was on top of yours. You slowly moved your hand from underneath his. His eyes snapped open, and he looked at you. You were both silent. He cleared his throat “Breakfast?” he asked, you nodded. You both decided it was a good idea to make pancakes. However, cooking with handcuffs on was more difficult than anticipated. Especially since Loki wasn’t much of a cook. You got frustrated and told him to just get out of your way. You finally had the batter how you wanted and picked up the bowl to bring it near the stove. Loki, wanting to get out of your way, choose the wrong direction making the two of you bump into each other. You lost your grip on the bowl and it fell on the ground.
“Seriously?!” you asked angrily. “It’s not my fault you don’t watch where you’re going” Loki replied equally angry. “Why are you incapable of just admitting you’re not perfect and say sorry?”
“Why do you always look to me when someone has to take blame for your actions?” he spat back.
“You are the most insufferable person I’ve ever met!”
“God” Loki corrected.
“What?”
“I’m not a person, I’m a God!”
“Some God you are, you can’t free yourself, you can’t even make your own pancakes” you replied sarcastically.
“I suggest you chose your next words very carefully” he warned you.
You being you, decided to ignore the warning. “You might think yourself a God, but you are the only one who does” you said, knowing it would get some sort of reaction out of him. Loki used to cuffs to spin you around, your back against his chest. His cuffed arm was around your throat and his free hand around your stomach, holding you in place. “If you don’t shut up know, I make you” he whispered in your ear with a dangerous tone in his voice. Your whole body felt on fire, yet again. Before you knew that you did it, you pressed your ass against his groin. “Oh, you like this don’t you?” he purred in your ear. “Shut up and let me go” you said, trying to squirm out his grip. “No, you want this” he said.
“I don’t” you replied.
“That’s a lie”
“Like you would know. You may have the title God of Lies, but like we established... you’re no God” you laughed.
“I don’t need to be the God of Lies to know. You heart rate is up, your pupils yesterday dilated when you saw me shirtless, and your voice is higher. And the best thing is, your needy body betrays you” he laughed back.
You had enough. You kicked the back of your foot against his shin, but Loki didn’t even flinch. “Bad choice, kitten” he said. Without warning his teeth sunk into your neck. Instead of making your scream it made you moan louder than you would have liked. His hand on your stomach travelled downwards, going straight for your core. He cupped your heat with his hand and one of his fingers strokes between your folds. Revealing that you indeed were turned on, and already extremely wet. “Hmm.. such a needy slut you are” he hummed. You wanted to protest, you should protest, but alle words had escaped you. Your breathe was ragged and you knew you what was going to happen.
Loki spun you around, pushing your upper body on the kitchen counter. He held his cuffed hand in your hair, forcing your hand behind your back and your head down. You tried to squirm away, but Loki wouldn’t budge. “We both know you can’t escape and we both know you don’t want to. So now I’m going to fuck you, maybe you think twice next time you talk to me like that” he growled. His free hand hovered over the buttons of your pants and in one smooth motion he opened them. He pulled your pants down, caressing your butt. Goosebumps were starting to form, and you felt yourself grow wetter from his touch. Loki had freed his erection through his zipper, still wearing his pants. He stroked his shaft up and down your slid. Slightly dipping through your folds, coating himself in your wetness.
Without warning he thrusted inside of you, making you cry out in pleasure. He started thrusting in and almost out of you in a very quick pace. His cock filled you up completely, even reaching your g-spot when he was fully inside of you. You started to rock your hips, meeting his pace. “That’s it, good girl” he praised you. It made you blush and clench your walls around his cock. He left darkly at your reaction. You felt your orgasm starting to build up inside of you. Loki’s animalistic way of fucking you was becoming too much. Right before you reached your high you moaned out loud “Oh my God” Loki stilted deep inside of you. “What did you say, darling?” he mused. “I- .. just keep going” you replied, hoping he would let you come undone. He leaned his upper body over yours, his lips right by your ear. “Just repeat it, if you want to come of course” he purred. You didn’t respond and thought about giving up your climax. Loki slowly moved pulled out and back inside of you. He knew you were close and was using that against you at the moment. “What’s wrong, kitten? Usually you’re so talkative” he chuckled. He was keeping his slow pace, keeping you on the edge but not pushing you over it.
You groaned in frustration. “Fine, I said oh my God” you said annoyed. Loki picked his pace up slightly, but nowhere near how fast you needed him. “So, you do admit that I’m a God?” even tough you couldn’t see his face, you just knew he had his signature smirk on his face. “Yes” you said to gritted teeth. Loki just laughed “Now, was that so difficult?” before you could answer he was thrusting at a fast pace. To your surprise Loki himself was starting to moan slightly, muttering things under his breath about how tight you were and how good you feel around his cock. It didn’t take long before you reached your climax. When you reached your high you couldn’t help but cry out “Oh my God Loki” adding fuel to his thrusts. He came right after you.
He collapsed on top of you, leaving feather light kisses on your neck. He pulled out of you and handed you a kitchen towel to clean yourself up. You pulled up your underwear and pants, not being able to look Loki in his eyes. You grabbed another bowl and started on a new pancake batter. Loki stood right behind you, hands on either side of you. He was nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. “If I knew this would shut you up, I would’ve done it much sooner” he mused. “That was a one-time thing, don’t get any ideas. I still hate you” you replied. “Oh no, new rule. Every time you anger me, I’m going to fuck you like the slut you are” You knew it shouldn’t, but you felt yourself get excited again. “It’s only for a day and a half, so I just won’t make you angry” you replied dryly. Loki laughed “Kitten, even if we’re free from these cuffs I am still going to fuck you. You laid with a God and now you’re mine” You scoffed “That’s not how it works” Loki pulled you closer against his chest and cupped your breast with his free hand. He chuckled when you gasped and closed your eyes. “It is. By the time, the team is back, you will worship me like you should”
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dearratroi · 3 years
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Bound | A Loki x Reader fanfic
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Chapters 12 and 13 are posted! Summary:
A year has passed since the Snap. As you look to find a fresh start in life, you end up in the wrong place at the wrong time. A small cult dedicated to the newly revitalized Norse religion chooses you as a sacrifice with the belief that this will give Thor and the other gods the strength to undo what Thanos has done. What you don’t know is that human sacrifices come with a powerful magic — those who are sacrificed become linked with the god they have been given to.
It’s been a millennia since a human was sacrificed to one of the gods. You’ve been bound to Loki.
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The Muse
Requested by Anonymous: hello! could you please do a loki fluff where the reader goes to the living area to draw and they see him reading and they decide to draw a portrait of him, but they get caught in the process. when he asks why they're drawing him, their reason is bc they find him cute and then loki gets flustered?
AN: I haven’t written loki fluff in so loooooong
Warnings: none
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You hadn’t intended on doing this. Really, all you’d wanted was to go to the common room in the castle and draw the setting sun in the window. But a certain dark-haired prince was nestled on a love seat, completely immersed in his book that he had not even lifted a brow at your entrance.
You’d tried in vain to draw the room. The window. The plant beside your chosen seat. But every time, you found yourself including a certain someone within your work. 
So you ripped all the pages out, surrounding yourself by balls of paper, and just said, screw it! Your pencil scribbled against the page as you drew the long, elegant outline of him, bent over this fascinating book. His long, straight nose. That jaw, as if cut out of stone by the Gods. Those long, luscious locks, pushed behind his ears. Those intense, gleaming eyes.
Something about drawing him eased you. Maybe his immaculate silence. His impenetrable stillness. His hands soothing the page whenever he flipped it. 
He was addicting to watch. You drew the shadows along his neck, the ones cast by the sun along his hands. The smoothness of his cheeks and the dark, regal green of his coat.
You must have been too immersed in your work to register any noise because the next thing you knew, when you looked up, was Loki sitting straight as a rod, the book folded in his lap, staring at you.
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“May I help you?” he asked, pointedly staring at the sketchbook in your hands.
“Um.”
He got up, so quick and so smooth, his coat not even making a ruffling noise. He walked towards you, carefully, and when he reached you, he gestured his chin down at the sketchbook that you now held against your chest. “What have we here?” he asked. 
You blushed. “Nothing, just the window.” You gulped when you saw his eyes squint.
“Somehow, I highly doubt that,” he responded. “I’m not an idiot and I’m certainly not anyone’s muse. At least, not for free.”
At that, you blushed even deeper.
“Hand it over, now,” the prince ordered. 
With shaking hands, you bent the sketchbook back and into Loki’s hands.
You saw the moment he recognized himself, his eyes going slightly rounder. He scanned the page, noticing every detail, every shadow, every aspect of himself. You doubted anyone had drew him so utterly accurate before. 
He swallowed slowly. “This is...” he fumbled, pink crawling onto his cheeks. “That is me.”
“Yes.” You felt dumb, just sitting there. 
“I’m... uh...” he backed up, and for a second, you were scared he’d run away with your work. “Um, no one has ever... drawn me this way.”
Your mouth twitched to one side. “Well, I’ve had time.”
Loki’s eyes met yours. “You’ve drawn me before?”
“No!” You sat up straighter. “I mean, now, I’ve been here for hours just... drawing you.”
Loki’s cheeks went so pink it was adorable and he swallowed hard. 
“I’m not a creep,” you assured him. “I come here a lot, to draw. And then, you were just there. You have amazing lines.”
“Lines?”
“Yeah, it’s ... it’s an art thing.”
Loki nodded slowly. “Can I... can I take this?” he asked.
Your brows raised in surprise. “Yeah, of course.”
Loki carefully ripped the page from the sketchbook. Then he looked down at you and smiled, flustered. “I’ll be here again tomorrow, if ever... if ever you need inspiration again.” Then he turned and left the common room, yours eyes trailing after him.
You smiled. There was no doubt you’d come back here tomorrow.
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