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bean-bean2000 · 5 days

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The Maid - Part 9

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of violence, depression, mentions of suicide, despair, feeling trapped. Mentions of abuse and rape.

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Loki walks to the balcony and beckons you to follow.

You see a table with a spread ready for you. It's the most food you have ever seen and the most delicious-looking.

Trying to hide your shock and anticipation at the feast, you force yourself to sit down and intertwine your fingers.

Loki begins piling food on his plate when he realizes you have yet to reach for anything.

"Do you not like anything here?" he says to you.

"Oh, um, no no I just... I don't know what I like..." you stutter.

Loki looks at you confused "What do you mean? This is standard Asgardian food."

"I've never had... they serve the servants the scraps so..." you falter.

Loki looks to you with an accusatory stare.

"You're hiding something."

You breathe in sharply and fidget in your seat.

"How do you mean?" you question him, pushing your luck.

He's the god of lies you fool. Of course he knows you're hiding something.

"They may serve the servants scraps as you say, but you've undoubtedly tried at least the basics... even if they were in the form of scraps..." he says slowly while analyzing you.

You shift under his gaze.

"I guess you're right. I must have not realized when I ate them." you lie again.

He knows you're lying. He can taste lies.

Somehow, he doesn't push further and resumes eating his lunch.

He beckons you to try and eat. You take a few bites and your eyes widen with how delicious it is.

"Mmmm oh Norns, this is fantastic!" you say with your mouth full.

Loki laughs, and you blush embarrassingly covering your mouth with your hand.

As you're eating you start to question why he is being so nice to you. This isn't the rumours you've heard... he's said to be ruthless... selfish, and careless... but here he is eating lunch with you on the balcony of chambers fit for a princess?

You're so lost in thought you don't notice Loki watching you. He's staring at you, analyzing everything you do.

"Thank you for everything... this is a lot... nobody has ever been this kind and generous to me before. It means a lot to me." you say to him, eyes locked on to his.

You notice his entire demeanour change as soon as you expressed your gratitude.

"That is all for lunch. We're done here. I've entertained the strays enough for the day. Clean this up then start your duties as my personal maid." you're shocked by the sudden change in attitude.

"Well? Are you just going to stare at me? Go on. Do your job." Loki chastises you.

Confused, you get up and start cleaning up the table.

"Oh, and I've forgotten to specify....these chambers are not yours. You will be provided a more suitable living quarters for someone of your status. These chambers are for a queen. Don't forget your place. You're a maid." Loki says to you as he walks out of the room and slams the door shut.

You stare at the table, confused and shocked at the drastic change in mood. The room falls silent.

Did he just call me a stray?

He's right. I am just a maid. How could I ever think I could be anything else?

You feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes and you blink them away as your mind connects the pieces.

I was foolish. This was all some cruel trick; showing me everything I will never have. The god of trickery... he fooled me into believing I could have any of this. I trusted him... blindly. The rumours are true, he is twisted; he gets off on psychologically torturing people. I had promised myself to never trust anyone but myself again and yet he manipulated me into trusting him... the king... the god of lies and mischief...

As you're mind is spiralling you feel the anger and hurt bubbling inside you when suddenly the plates on the table fly across the room and shatter on the floor.

What the? I didn't throw those plates.. did I?...

Puzzled by the strange occurrence you keep replaying the last words he spoke to you.

You're a maid. Don't forget your place.

You repeat that to yourself multiple times as you finish cleaning the lunch table. Sighing, you gather the cleaning supplies and go into autopilot as you begin your routine.

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You finish your rounds for the day and put the supplies back. Sighing, you realize you don't know where you're supposed to stay... he said to not go back to the maid's quarters but you have nowhere else to go.

You hear the flapping wings of a crow followed by its caw. It lands on the windowsill in front of you with a note attached to its claw.

Of course he would send his pet to relay his demands.

You slowly approach it and open the note. Flickers of green scatter across the page as the message appears:

'Your new sleeping quarters: The room behind the office.'

Obviously he would place me far away from everyone else to see but close enough for me to continue my work for him.

You make your way to the office and notice a door hidden at the far back behind a corner.

You turn the knob and push it open. A small room with a cot, a wardrobe and a small bathroom, with basic amenities lays before you. It was a fraction of the size of the other chambers.

Better than the hay-filled mattress and common bathrooms I used to share.

You sit down on the chair near the desk placed in the corner of the room. Scanning your surroundings you note that the walls are simply made of stone, no heating provided for the colder months ahead. Nothing you haven't survived before. A small square window in the middle of a wall sheds some bit of sunlight into the space.

On the bedside table you see a cloth with stale bread and nuts, with a glass of water.

Back to the usual menu I see...

You sit on the cot.

At least I get my own space.

You lay down and stare at the ceiling, contemplating your current situation.

I never have a choice. They are always made for me. This is my new life for now, until he decides he no longer needs me and I'm thrown into the wild to my own devices. It wouldn't be the first time.

You shiver as the nightmares from past flow through your head. Shaking your head to rid of the thoughts, you turn to lay on your side, your back still sore, amongst other injuries that have yet to fully heal.

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Over the next few days, your routine remains the same. Today you're assigned a new section, the library.

You push open the doors and gasp at the immensity of the room. The walls are lined with floor to ceiling bookshelves, a staircase in the middle leads up to a second floor with a couch and another room filled with books.

You're overcome with excitement and immediately start walking throw every aisle, scanning what books he has.

When's the last time I stepped foot in a library? Let alone held a book in my hands...

One of them catches your eye and you pluck it from the shelf and delicately open it. You sigh with content at the familiarity and protection you feel from holding a book.

A way out... mentally, momentarily... to keep my sanity and forget who I am. An imaginary shield around my heart, keeping reality at bay, daydreaming to be someone, somewhere, I could only dream of... a fairytale of course.

You breathe in deeply the smell of the book, sighing again, feeling your shoulders relax for the first time in ages. The book is filled with the same stories you vaguely recall your parents reciting to you as a child. You're filled with nostalgia as you flip through the pages, smiling at the memories.

"I didn't know you liked to read." Loki says from across the room. You gasp, eyes wide, shutting the book closed quickly and placing it back in its spot on the shelf.

You decide not to reply and start gathering your supplies again to resume your cleaning.

Loki watches you as he approaches. You're dusting the shelves when he comes behind you, merely inches from you and takes the same book out.

Your heart is racing.

How dare I touch anything that is his without permission? Another reason for punishment. Damn it, I couldn't help it... old habits die hard.

You're plucked from your thoughts as his voice carries through the room.

"A storybook? These are for children." he states as he flips through the pages.

Again, you remain quiet and continue your work.

"Most servants are illiterate. How do you know how to read?" he questions as he leans against the bookshelf behind you.

Without turning around to face him you reply "My father taught me."

"Hmmm... and who was your father?" he pushes further.

"He was once a professor."

"So, you can read higher than this level I presume. Why choose this book then, out of everything else in this library?" he questions.

You're furiously dusting, trying to distract your racing heart. Keeping your back to him "My father read them to me at night. I read them to my parents when they fell ill." you reply stiffly.

Your once nostalgic joyful moment now soured by the painful memories of the beginning of your suffering.

"Why aren't you facing me when you speak?" he questions.

You pause and let out a quick breath "I'm trying to finish my work on time, your highness. I know you highly appreciate punctuality."

"You still haven't learned that I know when you're lying?"

You huff in annoyance and turn around facing him "I'm not lying. I would like to finish the work on time to avoid punishment for tardiness, my king" you bite our rather harshly. Your eyes widen again at your outburst.

You swallow thickly.

He approaches you slightly and raises his arm. Your gasp and flinch away. Shutting your eyes tightly, arms tucked to your chest in protection.

You don't see the way Loki's body shifts uncomfortably at your instinctual reaction. He continues his movement of his arm and places the book back on the shelf. He watches as you're shaking, shrinking into yourself.

What happened to you? he asks himself.

You wait for the pain but when nothing happens you open your eyes slowly and see him staring at you with his eyebrows raised.

"Not the entire truth but close enough." he says smugly.

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look-how-they-massacred-them · 4 months

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Urabrask

Submission reason:

after years of buildup for him to be leading a revolution, his contribution to the story's climax was... throwing someone at a tree, and then dying slowly and painfully

Okay so for a bit of back lore to set the stage. A long time ago in the mtg canon a doctor by the name of Yawgmoth schemed and backstabbed his way into a new world in order to develop a cure for a disease that had been plaguing the people of his continent. There stuff happens and he ends up developing a process to replace flesh with metal by way of a pseudomagical oil, and thus creating what would come to be known as Phyrexians. More stuff happens and he is defeated thousands of years later. However in this process some of the oil, phyrexian oil, he developed wound up on other worlds. One such world was Mirrodin. Eventually the oil takes roots and as it spread five Phyrexians rose above the rest, one in each of magics five colors: Elesh Norn, white, wants to unify everything under her rule (literally and metaphorically) to achieve perfection; Jin Gitaxias, blue, thinks he can science himself and everything into perfection; Sheoldred, black, and uh I honestly don’t remember lmao?; Vorinclex, green, he thought you could darwin yourself into perfection… and then theres our boy Urabrask, for the color red, for passion, ingenuity, the arts. Urabrask starts his story by immediately fucking off from the other four because he just wants to build shit and be left alone and not be involved in their scheming. So much, in fact, that when the other preators start spreading the oil further and converting the locals he orders all the phyrexians in his faction to allow refugees into their territory and to not mess with them. However this tolerance was built out of wanting to focus on and throw himself entirely to his Great Work, not some kind of moral code or kindness. He even ends up sealing his territory entirely later on, even to refugees. Later down the story they decide to change this. Presumably due to Elesh Norn’s rise as the main power in Mirrodin, now New Phyrexia, and her unwillingness to compromise, Urabrask is now reimagined as a revolutionary (which you know good on him right? Miles better than before and he was already the best among the five). Elesh Norn is at this point planning to extend her reach beyond New Phyrexia and to simultaneously invade every other world and infect/conquer them. urabrask, then, decides to revolt against Elesh Norn, but like… working and not working along side any one else? Like he’s supposedly doing his own thing along with Sheoldred but hes also constantly helping the main force? Anyways this ends up with him at best dismembered by Elesh Norn and now lost along with the rest of New Phyrexia in a pocket dimension. So what’s particularly weird is that he is a Phyrexian through and through. He wasn’t some goodguy tm. Yes he allowed refugees to seek shelter from the rest, but he was still trying to find a form of perfection through the oil. It makes some sense he would fight against Elesh Norn because shes imperialistic and she would push up against his territory. But the alliance of Everyone Else was out to completely destroy New Phyrexia, Phyrexians, and the phyrexian oil to a) defend themselves and b) because it literally just takes one drop. So Urabrask himself was on the chopping block… obviously selflessly fighting against an evil even when knowing you will probably end up dead as well is commendable, depending on circumstances, that’s just not how he was depicted on his original appearance at all. In his first appearances he’s just a dude trying to do his thing, being nice only by virtue of utter indifference, and years later when we see him again he’s now a gung-ho revolutionary setting up all the needed pieces for a fight that will end in his own death either by the hand of those he’s fighting against or those he is fighting with. I love him in both forms, but goddamn at least do more build up to it. As far as I’ve been able to find he has no plan for himself or his faction post defeating Elesh Norn and just got turned into a plot device to give the alliance a leg up and be able to win an otherwise impossible and mediocrity-ly written war.

Portrayed as a rebel against his fascist homeworld, ignored and randomly executed when it was time to actually fight them

They were killed off screen and didnt really get a satisfying ending. There were basicaly side lined in a story that they realistically should have been really important to

They had this whole buildup to him having an arc where he'd lead a Phyrexian revolution against Elesh Norn but instead they had every main character just brush it off as ""infighting"" since they think phyrexians are ontologically evil, and then had him publically drawn and quartered with literally nobody giving even a second thought about him, including Elspeth who was actively helping him before and Koth who at one point called him a friend. None of the official writing painted any of this as a bad thing.

Butchered their story and played them out as an evil when he wanted to free his people from tyranny and create.

FIRST OF ALL! His cards sucked for a very long time and only very recently had there been a non shitty urabrask. Secondly he’s by fAR THE MOST INTERESTING PHYRXIAN AND he just. NEVER GETS MENTIONED????

When Urabrask was originally introduced in the Scars of Mirrodin Block, he and his faction offered something that the other phyrexian factions didn't: empathy of for other beings, and thus, the possibility of nuance for the phyrexians. True, this empathy didn't extend into full-blown compassion, and true, he did not actively oppose the other praetors in killing and converting the native mirrans, but he did command his faction to leave any mirran refugees that entered his domain alone, and at the end of the block it was all but stated that Urabrask was planning to stage a rebellion against Elesh Norn. Come New Capenna and Urabrask has sided with the mirrans to overthrow Elesh Norn and fight against his fellow preators, even using the planar bridge to travel to New Capenna to research halo as a potential weapon even though traveling there destroyed his organic components and just being near halo caused him physical pain. Then in All Will Be One despite being explicitly stated to be fighting with the mirran rebels, Urabrask does not get a POV story, and barely gets a mention in the main story. Not only that, but in one of the side stories Slobad, one of Urabrask minions, is shown coercing mirran survivors into ""willing"" become compleated, and all of a sudden, the extra lore written about him talked about how he may prefer willing coverts to phyrexia, he was still more than willing to kill or forcefully compleate people to further his goals. Finally, midway through March of the Machines, Urabrask is executed by Elesh Norn without any meaningful resolution to his story.

-Absolutely downplayed his rebellion against phyrexia to a footnote in the story of other characters despite being a symbol for opposing everything the phyrexian invasion stood for while also *being* phyrexian. -Writers contradicted earlier in-canon explicit statements about his opinions on freedom and choice with later interviews and supplementary material out-of-canon seemingly to justify continuing to downplay him in-canon. -Finally had him captured off-screen just to be dismembered on-screen and then forgotten by the plot.

Set up to be a pivotal character in the resistance against Phyrexia. The set up to show there are sympathetic phyrexians against Elesh Norns cult-like society was being laid alongside Urabrask, but all of this is completely squandered. He's consistently devalued, his input is minimized, and depicted the layout that he's a powerful leader woth many forces behind him he is immediately undermined by only a few rogue underlings and immediately captured, tortured and implied killed offscreen. His death is not even mourned or regarded as anything. His actions should have helped but despite his resistance against phyrexia he's deemed as just another dead monster. Not a single ally he did have gives a shit that he died trying to help.

Urabrask is the most important good member of his species. It was necessary for him to have cooperative story moments with those who bunch him in with the rest of the aliens the ""heroes"" were going to genocide. Urabrask was supposed to be the symbol of co-existence and free will. Instead, he had almost no story whatsoever, with a completely unrelated scene showing him captured and dissected. He was discarded under the rug, when it should have been *him* to lead the resistance to victory against their oppressors.

Propaganda:

I will bite you if my baby doesn’t get in the poll also his wife is very petty look up Ayala furnace queen

Metal Dad deserved better

Vorinclex also deserved better

Praetors of new phyrexia (leader figures of the alien species) were mistreated and mischaracterized in the grand Phyrexia storyarch in general. It started great, but then they were killed off unceremoniously by writers that did not have the time or care to respect them.

Who else here got butchered into becoming selfless good guys? Vote for the artist turned revolutionary, a win for him is a win for tumblr.

him face :3

Urabrask is super cool. He is the first person in a race of evil alien people bent on infecting / killing / taking over people to go “hmmm maybe we should like ask them first” he is a king and was taken from us too soon

This submission also somewhat represents Phyrexians as a whole who were built up to make sure the audience has every reason to see them as people only to have the rug pulled out from under them and suddenly all phyrexians are treated as evil no matter what

#look how they massacred them poll #look how they massacred my boy #urabrask #magic the gathering #mtg urabrask #propaganda post

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dualumina · 8 months

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Time for something fun for all the GW2ers, and to pair nicely with the profession poll from awhile back...

You are brought into GW2's character creator. You, not your character, YOU THE PLAYER, are given full ability to become any gender + race of your choice.

(Unfortunately, 12 is the max number for polls, so non-binary choices for each race can't be done. Also the reason why we used masc/femme rather than male/female. Ergo, you can freely treat each option as simply the "base body shape/style" to work off of in this case, and can obviously go more in detail in the tags if desired)

#gw2 #poll #guild wars 2 #guild wars #gw2 asura #charr #gw2 sylvari #gw2 charr #sylvari #asura #gw2 human #gw2 norn #norn

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holdmytesseract · 11 months

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The Price of Love

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x Y/N

Summary: You convince Loki to take you with him on a charity event, together with some other Avengers. What starts as a nice and exciting little trip to Canada, ends in a nightmare...

Warnings: pregnancy things/symptomps, overprotective Loki, almost nudity? thirst, suggestive smut?, swear words, Loki being the best hubby and dad possible, angst - quite a lot of angst, guns, bad people, violence, fighting, injury, blood, Loki going FERAL and being a bit... brutal, death, fluff

Word Count: 7,9k

a/n: Here it is, guys! The (almost) 8k words Baby Fever rollercoaster ride. 🫡 Yep... I went absolute bananas with this one. 😂 I love every bit, though. 😁 The story behind this fic? Well... @iamlokisgloriouspurpose made a post about a story she was looking for (some of you might remember) a few weeks ago. It was something about Loki x pregnant!reader, where she accidentally gets hit or something and Loki is overprotective, etc. She couldn't find the fic and I was like: Hey, would you want me to write something along that? And @iamlokisgloriouspurpose was like: Heck yeah! Well, here we are. You know how much of a sucker I am for such things... I couldn't resist. 🤷🏼‍♀️👀 Anyways... I hope y'all like it! 😁

Baby Fever Crew: Tagging y'all again in the comments! 😊💚

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"No, love, absolutely not," Loki stated; shaking his head and crossing his arms over his chest. "I won't allow that. Not in your condition. You rather stay here with Ella."

You raised an eyebrow, and put your hands on your hips. "In my condition? Babe, I'm pregnant! That's not a condition. I thought you knew that?" Loki snorted. "Well, to me it is." You sighed. "Okay, look, I understand your worry - but geez... Ease up a bit. I didn't even pass the first trimester. And besides, this is just a charity event. Not in the slightest dangerous." Your husband's jaw clenched, as his brain searched for the right words.

"I know, Y/N. I am more than aware of that, but..." He paused; unlocking his arms to tenderly cup your tiny, almost still invisible baby bump. "We fought so long for this, darling. Against heartbreak, sadness - Norns, even depression, and now that we are finally blessed with this little wonder growing in there, I'm not letting it go again. It was so hard for us to get pregnant. I'm not going to risk it."

You swallowed; raised your hands to cup both his cheeks. "I know, babe, I know..." You whispered; on the verge of giving in - but then you remembered a very important thing. "But you'll be there, too. You can always have an eye on me and protect us. I promise, that I'll never leave your side. And that I'll be careful. Plus, you wouldn't need to worry about our princess as well, 'cause she's more than safe with her grandparents on Asgard. She's already so excited to go there."

You could practically see the gears turning in his head. "How does that sound? What do you say?" A low grumble of disliking rumbled through Loki's chest, but in the end, he gave in with a sigh. A decision he was going to regret later. "Alright, fine."

Only a few days later, you and Loki were on your way to Canada - Calgary, to be precisely; together with Bruce, Peter and Tony. It wasn't a very big charity event, but an important one nevertheless.

Once the Quinjet landed, Tony immediately made sure to get everyone to the hotel you were staying in. After checking everyone in, the billionaire was quick to get to his room. "Alright, team... We'll meet at exactly eight p.m. tonight. No minute later. We have to be on time." He pointed at everyone - the longest at you and Loki. "Especially you two lovebirds. Understood?" Everybody nodded well-behaved. "Sure thing, Mr. Stark." Except Loki. The god just rolled his eyes. Tony ignored him and instead turned on his heels to leave the lobby. "Now if you'd excuse me... I've got a terrible headache, caused by all the sweet talk coming from Laufeyson's mouth. Ta-ta." From the corner of your eyes, you could see Bruce shaking his head. "He's such a diva sometimes." "Sometimes?" Asked Loki in return, causing you - and even Peter to giggle.

Loki stopped mid-sentence, to ask you this question in an almost offended voice, once he had turned to face you. You put the t-shirt in your hands down and looked at him confused; blinking. "Umm... Unpacking our stuff?" He immediately shook his head and walked over to you. "No, you're not." Loki said in a firm tone, taking the suitcase away. "You are going to lay down and rest. We can unpack later or even tomorrow. The flight was very stressful and exhausting - and the next few days are going to be packed and eventful as well. I don't want you to overdo it." "But, babe, I-" "No." He shushed you, placing both hands on your hips. "No excuses. You promised me, remember?" You sighed, knowing that he was right. You did promise him. "Alright, alright, fine. I'll go, lay down."

Loki took your hand and guided you to the hotel room you shared - and it was absolutely beautiful. Modern, luxurious, cosy - perfect for a few days. Tony had planned to take everyone to a few fan events and Comic Con's around Calgary after the charity event. Something you were definitely looking forward to.

"Tony definitely has a nice taste in hotels... Can't deny that. Don't you think, babe?" You looked over at Loki, who had just pulled the t-shirt he wore over his head. "It's more than likely the only thing Stark has a good taste in." You couldn't help yourself but to laugh. That laugh quickly died in your throat, though, when Loki slipped the jeans – which covered his lower body, over his hips and down his thighs; leaving him only in his black underwear - and socks. You bit your lip; tried not to stare or give into your raging pregnancy hormones. It was difficult. So, you decided to stop watching your husband strip and rather start unpacking your luggage. "I'm going to take a shower now, love. It was way too hot in the Quinjet. Stark always pretends he doesn't know that I am half a Frost Giant… And after that, I'm taking you out for dinner. You have to- What are you doing?"

Loki smiled and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. "Thank you." You wrapped both your arms around his torso, in order to hug him. But then another idea crossed your mind, and you let your hands wander down to the waistband of his briefs. "I could join you in the shower, you know..." A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest. You really thought you had him for a minute, "As tempting as this sounds, my queen..." but then he stepped out of your embrace. "But no. Not now. Not today. Please rest. It'll be good for you and the baby." Once again you sighed. It couldn't be helped. Loki stood his ground. "Okay, okay, I give up." Loki smiled and pressed a quick kiss on your lips, "Good girl." before he left for the bathroom.

Later that day, after having eaten dinner, you and Loki got ready for the charity event. While your husband got dressed, you decided to pay the shower a visit as well - for which you took your time. Getting ready for such a big event wasn't just done in a few minutes. Funnily, you had absolutely no idea what Loki was going to wear, so you chose to wear a black, elegant dress, which wasn't too sexy and overdressed, but also not completely innocent. It reached to your ankles and had a slit on the left side of your leg; stopping at your thighs. It was also tight around your waist, but not too tight - since you decided to not show the world (and teammates) yet that you were pregnant again. Okay, admittedly it could be easily mistaken by weight gaining, but you didn't want to risk the rumours to spread. After fixing your hair and applying some decent makeup, you were ready to go. You hoped Loki was ready as well, because a look on your phone told you, that it was almost time - and you didn't want to face Tony's diva wrath.

"Babe, are you rea-" Your words died in your throat, when you closed the bathroom door behind yourself; eyes landing on the god. He sat on the big, king-sized hotel bed; legs spread wide and phone in hands - which wasn't an unusual thing. It was the outfit he chose to wear, that took your breath away...

A black shirt, which hugged his arms and torso snugly; causing his biceps to bulge. The sleeves were rolled up, leaving his forearms deliciously bare. He had left the first few buttons of the shirt undone, exposing his chest in an almost sluttish way. With that not enough... Black, tight suit trousers covered his muscular thighs and legs; held together by an equally black leather belt. All this was paired with shiny, black dress shoes.

"Sweet Lord have mercy... Have you planned to get me pregnant all over again, looking like that, or... Perhaps to kill me?" Loki just chuckled, shaking his head, "Absolutely not, my queen." and stood up, "As much as I'd love to do that, though..." straightening his shirt. "I can't, because I already did." He practically growled; winking at you. "I just wanted to give you something to look at. Besides, it's for charity - and you should look adequate on such a big event, right?" You were speechless. Entranced by his look and the words leaving his mouth.

And if this wouldn't have been erotic enough, he overcame it...

Those wild raven locks of his, were bound together, styled into a high manbun, with only a few loose curls being loose; neatly tucked behind his ears. On his fingers twinkled beside his wedding band a few other rings in black and emerald green; completing his outfit. Loki looked drop dead sexy. You could've jumped him. Right then and there - and he knew. Oh, he knew. The mischievous smile and cheeky look he was giving you said it all.

"You are a naughty, cheeky little shit sometimes, do you know that?" Your husband just chuckled once again and stepped over to you, in order to place his big hands on your waist. "I am aware of that, yes - and I know how much you love it." You smiled; trailing your fingertips over his exposed chest. "Hell yes, I do." He smirked mischievously and leaned down to kiss you passionately.

His oceanic blue eyes roamed over your body then; wetting his lips. "You look absolutely stunning as well, my love. Beautiful as ever. I especially appreciate..." His hand found the slit in your dress; cool palm gliding over the hot skin of your thigh. "...this little feature." You giggled like a schoolgirl - high on love and pregnancy hormones. "Thanks, Lokes - but I don't look quite as sexy as you do. You are going to break so many hearts tonight, babe." Loki shook his head. "That may be true, love, but I'd never break yours. Never." "I know."

About twenty minutes later, the whole team - including Pepper, who joined the party a bit later, 'cause she had a meeting this morning - arrived at the charity event, where already a lot of fans and paparazzi waited... At the red carpet. "Are you ready, my love?" Loki asked; taking your hand into his and helping you out of the limousine Tony had rented. "More than ready."

Together, with the other Avengers you set foot on the red carpet; cameras flashing around you like lightning. Loki kept on holding your hand tightly, not letting you go. He still wasn't convinced of your idea in joining all this - him. You noticed it; felt it. Recognized it in the way he acted around you. "Loki! Loki! Loki!" From everywhere around you, fans (mostly girls, of course) and paparazzi screamed his name; literally praising him like the god he was. But Loki only had eyes for you. He didn't give the people that much attention; his number one priority being you - his pregnant wife and mother of his little princess.

Nevertheless, he couldn't help himself but to throw one of his smouldering looks at the crowd, causing several women to faint - you were sure of it. After that, he redirected his attention back to you. "Everything alright, my love?" You nodded, squeezing his hand. "Of course. We're good." Loki gave you a smile, then turned to lean closer to your ear. "Stay close to me, please. I know this is just a charity event. And I am also very aware that you can defend yourself, but I told you once and I'm telling you again... I don't want to risk anything. I hope you understand." There was so much love, adoration and worry in his eyes; it almost caused your legs to give in.

Once more you nodded. "I promise. I promised you already." He smiled the softest of smiles and lifted your hand to his lips, earning a lot of coos and 'Aww's' from the hundreds of people at the display of affection. "Thank you. Somehow, I have a very bad feeling about all this. I don't know why, but... It's present." And Loki was proven right with his gut feeling. He watched you like a hawk during the whole evening, but he couldn't prevent it from happening...

The god was talking together with Bruce to a few of the important people who organized this event, when you were approaching the group of men, after getting yourself something to drink with Pepper. "Apologies to interrupt, but… Babe, do you have a second?" Loki immediately turned to face you, "Sure, darling." and placed a hand on the small of your back. "Please excuse me for a moment, gentlemen, but my lady is in need of me." He gave the men one of his charming gentlemen-like smiles and guided you a bit off sides from all the people.

"What's the matter, my love? Are you alright?" "Actually, I feel a bit woozy and..." You grimaced and placed both your hands on your lower abdomen; Loki's hands following suit. "Uh... Nauseous." Your husband frowned. Sure, this wasn't uncommon and it happened when you were pregnant with Ella as well, but that didn't stop him from being worried and protective. "Do you wish to leave?" "No. It's not that bad. I think I'm just going to pay the bathroom a visit; freshen up a bit and take a breath." Loki nodded, "Alright. I'll accompany you." and was more than ready to walk ahead, when you stopped him. "I think I can do that alone. It's just a visit to the bathroom. I won't be gone for long." The god bit his lip; clearly not convinced by your suggestion. "I don't know, I-" "Hey..." You gently grabbed both his hands squeezing them. "I'll be just fine. I don't want to drag you all across the building just for this. Besides, it's the ladies bathroom and you're a man, so..." Loki sighed, but once again, gave in. "Fine. Be careful, yes? And if it gets worse, we'll leave immediately." "Yes, Sir," you promised and pressed a quick kiss on his lips, before you let go of his hands and left for the bathroom.

Both, Loki's and Bruce's eyes widened immediately. They exchanged one look - and started to run, into the direction from where the woman came from. It led both men into the big, fancy stairwell of the building. Scanning the area, they searched for the said men - and found them quickly. They had barged through the doors on the bottom floor and were now standing in the entrance area, looking up. The Hydra logo shone bright on their black battle suits. "Hydra," stated Bruce, recognising the danger as well. "Stark, get your billionaire ass over here. We have a problem." Loki spoke through his little communication device. Not a second later, Tony flew over their heads, dressed in his suit, of course. "Already on it, Reindeer Games." "We have to get all the people out of here." The god nodded; green seidr washing over his body and changing his suit into his armour. "You do that, Banner. I'll go find Y/N." "No. She'll be alright, Loki. She can look after herself. I firstly need your help. I can't get all those innocent people out of here alone. Tony can distract those guys, but not for long."

That was the last time he had seen you for quite a while. At first, Loki was all cool with it, giving you the time to freshen up and calm your pregnancy symptoms - but after fifteen minutes, he got suspicious and an uneasy feeling started to grow within his stomach. So, he started to look around for you; asking his colleagues on the way, if they had seen you. Unfortunately, they didn't...

"Banner... Have you seen Y/N?" The doctor shook his head. "No, sorry. I haven't seen her in a while to be hon-" Bruce's words got interrupted by a loud noise - causing everyone inside the big hall to freeze. "What was that?" Loki's question didn't need to be answered by Bruce. A woman in black high heels and a sparkling pink dress literally ran inside the hall, screaming. "Guns! Gun! There are men with guns!"

Loki didn't like this. Not at all, but he knew that Bruce was right. If he wouldn't help him, a lot of innocent people would get more than likely hurt or killed. "Fine. Let's go." Bruce nodded and started to run off; Loki following him. "There's an emergency stairway, right down that hall. We'll get them out there."

That's what the two Avengers did then. Evacuating all the people. Loki was unable to stay focused, though. His thoughts were constantly travelling to you. He had a bad feeling about this from the beginning - and he had been right. He just hoped that you were alright...

After emptying your stomach one last time, you walked on slightly wobbly feet out of the cabin and to the sink. Looking in the mirror, you noticed that you were quite a bit pale. Well, no wonder. After throwing up that much... Once more you sighed and turned on the tap to splash yourself with some cold water and to rinse out your mouth to get rid of the foul taste. Then you took some more deep breaths and when you felt slightly better, you decided to find your husband and leave. So, you stepped over to the door and opened it - only to walk into an absolute chaos. It was loud. Gunshots sounded from everywhere. Rubble was laying around; the insides of the building was quite a bit damaged. Then you saw Tony in his suit flying around and shooting at something. You blinked. Whatever it was what happened and what was going on... How could you not notice?! Still in some kind of shock, you walked to the still intact railing of the open hallway, in order to find out what the fuck was happening. A mistake. A wrong decision. A decision your still woozy and foggy brain didn't think through. With horror in your eyes, you witnessed the literal army of what seemed to be Hydra men fighting against Tony and Pepper. Help..., you thought. They needed help. You were about to switch into your fighting mode, when you suddenly heard Loki's voice from far away. "Y/N! Watch out!" The warning came too late. Before you could even make out the sniper from across you, the bullet had hit you already. The force of it threw you to the ground. The last thing you heard before everything got dark, was the heart wrenching scream, which left your husband's lips.

While Loki, Bruce, Tony and even Pepper fought the army of Hydra supporter, you were still in the ladies bathroom; not having a clue what was going on. Yes, you had heard a loud noise, but were too occupied with not missing the toilet bowl while throwing up. On the way to the bathroom, your condition had suddenly switched very fast from 'not that bad' to 'I'm going to throw up any minute now'.

Well, that's where you were now... Hanging over the toilet; literally puking your guts out - all the while trying to not ruin your dress and hair. "Oh gods..." You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You felt awful. Perhaps it was for the best to accept Loki's offer and return to the hotel. But... What to tell the others? The only people who knew of your second pregnancy were Loki, Ella and Natasha. Nobody else. After all, you told your best friend to not tell it a single soul - and you knew you could trust her, so... Bruce wouldn't know. Just like Tony and Pepper. And you had no intention in telling them. At least not now. You wanted to wait until you passed the 'critical' first trimester. Although, the little Frost Giant inside you was growing fast and soon you wouldn't be able to hide it for much longer anyway. Ugh, you thought. Decisions, decisions...

Loki was powerless. He couldn't do anything about it; was too far away from the sniper to stop him. With wide, teary eyes, he saw your body hitting the ground. For a moment, time seemed to stand still for him. He didn't even notice how he screamed. But then the harsh realisation hit him, and he started to run, getting as fast as somehow possible to you.

His heart was beating fast against his ribcage when he saw your limp, seemingly lifeless body - and the tears started to fall rapidly. "No, no, no, no, no!" Loki didn't care that there was a battle going on. All he had on his mind now was you - and his unborn child. He ran over to you and fell to his knees beside you, gently turning your body around. There was blood and a big, gushing wound on your shoulder. Luckily your shoulder. Loki's shaking hand quickly went to check your pulse. It was there. You were alive. Utter relief flooded his body. "Oh thank the Norns, thank the Norns." He praised; voice breaking. But then he noticed how much blood you were losing and that your bullet wound needed medical attention - unless you were going to die. So, he switched on his communication device. "Banner, get over here. Quick. Third floor. Ladies bathroom." The answer came prompt. "On my way." "Bring every medical supply you can find on your way. And hurry up! It's urgent!"

While Bruce was on his way, Loki sat down beside you. He took one hand of yours into his and placed his other hand on the wound. He wouldn't be able to heal you, but he could slow the blood loss. He closed his eyes for a moment; green seidr starting to flow from his palm. "Hold on, my love. Norns, please hold on. I'm here." Loki squeezed your hand, before he gently let go again to cup your lower stomach. Seidr started to pour out of his other hand as well. He tried to feel the baby; knowing well that it was too early for him to feel him or her. And he was right. He couldn't feel them. He couldn't tell if they were alright or not. With a frustrated groan, he stopped his attempt - just as worried as before. Anyways, he had to try, didn't he?

Only a few minutes later, Bruce came running down the hall. The doctor's eyes widened, when he came to witness the scene in front of him. "What happened?!" It was, of course, as clear as a day what had happened, but the question bubbled out of him nevertheless. "Sniper," Loki answered dryly; then quickly removed his hand, so Bruce could take a look. He nodded; examining your shoulder. "There's an exit wound. That's good. Means the bullet went through. Nevertheless, we have to patch this up. Unless she's going to bleed out. We have to get her out of here." Loki clenched his jaw. "I am very aware of that, Dr. Banner," he hissed. "Just do something. I can't lose her." His teary, frightful and worried eyes met Bruce's brown ones. "Please," Loki added, desperately. The doctor nodded and reached for the medical supplies he found on his way... Plasters, bandages, disinfection, gloves and other things. "I'll try my best to stop the bleeding as good as possible, but- Loki, what are you doing?" Bruce witnessed how the god stood up; eyes focused on something across the grand stairwell. "You got her, Banner?" The doctor frowned, "I-I think so, y-yes, what-" and followed Loki's eyes - and realised. There was a Hydra agent - and Bruce had a guess. He could count one and one together. "Loki, no. Leave him be; I-" The god turned around; the fury and anger in his eyes causing Bruce to clap his mouth immediately shut. "You got her, Banner?" He repeated his question, more firmly this time. Bruce nodded; swallowing hard. "Good." His eyes wandered shortly to the man with bright pink hair again - the one who shot you. Loki recognised him, of course. And when he saw him standing there, he lost it. Completely. Rage was taking over his system like venom. "Guard her with your life," he said and started to walk away; adding in a threatening, dark and intimidating voice: "Or you'll be the next."

Led by his untamed wrath, Loki made his way quickly to that one Hydra soldier; killing every other on his way - without even blinking. He was like in a trance; blinded by his anger. That man had almost taken one of his most precious things in his life away from him - and he couldn't just let that pass. That man was going to pay - right now.

The man with pink hair was about to escape through one of the ventilation shafts, when green seidr hit him; causing him to get thrown to the ground. He tried to reach for his rifle, but the god was quick to kick it away and out of reach for him. Before the man could even stand up and defend himself, Loki had picked him up off the hard ground and literally slammed him against the nearest wall; big hand wrapped around his neck. The man's eyes met the god's furious ones - and he just laughed. "What are you waiting for, huh? Kill me." Loki practically growled, squeezing his neck tighter. "Do you even know with whom exactly you are dealing with and what monster you just unleashed by doing what you did?" Again, the man just laughed - not even trying to fight Loki. "For such a smartass god, you are incredibly stupid, Laufeyson." The god's jaw clenched. He was losing his nerves. "What I did was the only reason I came for. Killing Agent Y/L/N was my job; knowing very well that I'd die here tonight doing it - because of you. So, what are you waiting for. Do it." Those words caused Loki to laugh dangerously - almost hysterically. This man really thought he had killed you. "Possibly. But you are the fool - not me. Being so stupid and trying to take my wife away from me… You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into, little mortal," Loki whispered in a threatening voice and started to shapeshift into his Jotun form.

The man's eyes widened in shock. He didn't know. He didn't know. Loki was towering over him now; ruby eyes glowing dangerously red. "Not so brave and impudent now, are we?" The man just swallowed; still gazing at Loki shocked. "I told you. You have no idea what monster you unleashed..." He stated once more, tightened his grip a bit. "Tell me, mortal... You've got a family?" The man nodded, unable to form any words, due to Loki's strong grip. "A wife? Children?" Another nod. "So you are a father, just like me and nevertheless you agree to take the life of an innocent child's mother? That is pathetic. Weak. Cowardly. You disgust me." Loki spat. "And with that not enough... You almost took two lifes." The man's eyes widened to the size of plates; connecting the dots. "That's right. She's with child. I don't know yet if your headless, rash assassination hurt them, but… You better pray it didn't." And again, Loki tightened his grip, before conjuring a dagger - made out of ice, "But... Actually, if I think this through, you don't have to pray, because you won't get to know. It's time to pay." and rammed the dagger into his stomach, causing the man's jaw to drop and a breathless scream to leave his lips. Loki twisted the dagger and let go of him. The man fell to the ground, gasping and gurgling. The god rounded the man – like a predator its prey, before he squatted down beside him, shifting back into his Æsir form. "Next time you try to take my family away from me, do it right - or better... Don't even try it. Although, I highly doubt there will be a next time." With a clasp on the dying man's shoulder, Loki sauntered away. He had to do it. He just had to.

After Bruce had turned the Quinjet on autopilot; giving it the coordinations of the next hospital, which was fifteen minutes away, he returned to you and Loki. He checked on your wound - which was oozing a bit of blood again, but not as much. Loki's seidr and Bruce's pressure bandage had helped, but so slowly the fabric of the bandage turned from white to red as well... "I already informed the hospital. They'll be ready when we arrive," he informed the god, who stared at your unconscious body. "Good." His eyes were focused on your stomach. Loki was utterly afraid and worried, that the blood loss this bullet wound caused, could've harmed the baby. He just couldn't shake off that thought. It drove him crazy not to know - up to the point where he couldn't take it anymore. So, he had no other option but to tell Bruce...

As soon as he had quenched his thirst for revenge, his mind wandered - of course, back to you. So, without further ado, he made his way back to you.

Bruce was luckily still sitting by your side; two lifeless Hydra men laying a few meters away from them. "How is she?" Loki asked immediately. The doctor turned at the god's voice; facing him. "For the moment, stable. I stopped the bleeding, but the point still stands... She needs medical attention." Then Banner looked Loki up and down, swallowing. "Did you...?" He knew what Bruce meant, and nodded. "I had to." Loki stepped closer to you and knelt down, "Let's get her out of here and to the Quinjet." and gently took you in his arms; carrying you bridal style. "Back me up?" Bruce nodded, and turned quickly to Hulk; watching out for any enemies to come your way.

The three of you made it out of the building and to the Quinjet without any further incident. While Bruce started the engines, Loki laid you slowly down on the stretcher. "Stark. Banner and I are on the Quinjet now, bringing Y/N into a hospital and-" "Yes, yes, I know. Bruce told me. Make sure she's alright." "Are you able to make this without us?" "What kind of question is that, Reindeer Games? Pepper and I are almost done here. The civilians are safe and sound and the Hydra men reduced to a group of ten." Loki rolled his eyes at Tony's comment. "Fine."

"Banner, would you check her stomach and lower abdomen, please?" The doctor frowned. "Why? She's been shot in the shoulder, not in the stomach and-" "Just do it!" Loki cut him off; almost screaming at the man. "Alright, alright, I'll do it. Calm down, man." He went to grab a little device and held it over your stomach. Looking down at the miniature display, and not expecting to find something, Bruce's eyes suddenly widened. He lifted his head, gazing with surprise and a little shocked at the god. "Loki, that... There's... Y/N, she... She's-" "Pregnant, yes." Loki finished his sentence. "That's why I asked you to check. Is the baby alright?" Bruce blinked, and nodded. "Y-Yes, I... As far as I can tell, y-yes." "Oh thank the Norns," the god breathed out relieved. He took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze, all the while he leaned down to pepper your stomach with little kisses. "Our baby is okay, my love... They are alright - and you'll be too, I promise," Loki sobbed into the fabric of your dress; holding on to you.

As for Bruce, he clearly needed a moment to grasp this. "How far along is she? How... How long do you know?" Loki turned his head to Bruce and smiled through his tears. "About ten weeks. She told me a month ago, right after she found out. Well, Ella told me, but yes..." Bruce couldn't help but smile as well. He was, of course, happy for you and Loki. "Well, in that case... Congratulations." "Thank you. I'm honestly a bit surprised that Romanoff didn't tell you anything." The doctor's eyes widened. "Natasha knew?!" Loki nodded. "She was the only one who knew. She was with Y/N when she found out." Banner nodded, "Makes sense." before he went to land the Quinjet. "Let's get her help - as fast as possible."

"Mr. Laufeyson, Sir." A doctor ripped him out of his thoughts. Loki literally jumped to his feet, looking at the young man with anticipation and hope. "How is she?" "She's alright according to the circumstances." The god let out a deep, relieved breath he didn't know he was holding. "Oh Norns… Thank you." "She was lucky that the bullet went through and we didn't have to operate." "Is the baby alright?" Not that Loki didn't trust Bruce, but he'd rather have it checked twice - and besides, Loki had to tell the doctors that you were pregnant anyways. "Yes. The baby is safe and sound." He took a deep breath, nodding. "Can I go to her?" "Of course."

While the doctors looked after you and patched the wound up, Loki sat on a chair in front of the wooden door in the white, empty hallway, waiting. Bruce had returned to Tony and Pepper.

Fear and worry were still very present in the god's head, but also guilt. He felt utterly guilty. Guilty of taking you with him on this damn event. Guilty of not accompanying you to the toilets - as stupid as it might sound. Guilty of not having been able to protect you - and his baby. It weighed him down. And nevertheless... He couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't change the past. It happened; and the most important thing now was that you were going to be alright.

No ten minutes later, Loki was sitting by your bedside; your hand in his and patiently waiting for you to wake up. To his sheer relief, he didn't have to wait long. Your eyes fluttered open; blinking; needing to adjust to the bright light. "L-" Loki was it you wanted to say, but your throat felt dry, causing you to not even get his name out. Your husband reacted immediately, of course and reached for the glass of water on your bedside table; gently helping you to drink. "T-Thank you." "Of course, my love." Then you looked around. "Loki, where... Where am I?" "In the hospital." You blinked, before you started to smile. "I survived this?" Loki couldn't help but chuckle softly. "For sure! Do you think I'd let the most important being in my life die?" You smiled even wider, shaking your head. "See?" Loki smiled as well, squeezing your hand. "How are you feeling? Are you in pain?" You shook your head. "No, but... I feel utterly tired." Apparently were the pain killers working just fine yet. "Good, that's good. But you should rest then. Give yourself and our child time to overcome this accident." Your eyes widened on an instant at Loki's words; free hand flying to clutch your stomach (It was luckily not your hurt arm). "Oh my g-gosh, the baby! Are they alright?!" You panicked for a moment, but Loki was quick to reassure you. He placed his free hand on yours. "Don't worry, darling. They are completely fine." "T-Thank god."

Loki's expression changed suddenly; the guilty feeling returning. "My love, I am so sorry. This all is my fault. I promised to protect you... And I failed. I-I wasn't there when you needed me and-" You shook your head, interrupting him. "Let me stop you right there, babe." Intertwining your hand with his, you looked him deeply in his stunning blue eyes. "This is absolutely not your fault. I am the one to blame for this. Not you. I chose to accompany you. I chose to go alone to the bathroom. It was me, not you. You did your absolute best and protected me the best you could." Loki blinked. "But-" "Ah.Ah. No but's. Please... Don't blame yourself."

Your husband took a deep breath; running a hand through his luscious curls. "I... I could've lost you, Y/N. And our child. Ella could've lost her mother." "I know... But you didn't. Ella didn't. I'm here. I'm alive. The baby is alive. We are both okay - and we will make this. My shoulder's going to heal." Despite your words, there was still hesitation in his eyes. So, you tugged gently at his hand, "C'mere." encouraging him to lean down. He did what you asked him to, and leaned down. You didn't hesitate; pulled him instantly in a kiss. It was so loving and intense; almost taking Loki's breath away. "Stop. Blaming. Yourself," you mumbled in between kisses. Loki couldn't help but smirk; brushing your nose with his. "Only if you keep on kissing me." "Pfft," you laughed and shook your head, but kept on kissing him.

Once Loki assured himself, that you were, indeed alright - according to the circumstances, he decided to take a trip home and tell Ella and his parents what had happened. He had to. So, he stayed with you the whole day, night and even the next day, before he left on the following morning; travelling to Asgard.

"My, my, what do we have here? Is this a tea party? And I am not invited?" Loki asked; approaching them. Ella's head snapped, of course, immediately into his direction after hearing her father's voice. "Daddy!" She squeaked out excitedly and scrambled to stand up. Loki knew what was about to come, so he squatted down and opened his arms. Ella came running and threw herself into Loki's awaiting embrace. He swiped her off her feet and lifted the girl up; hugging her tightly. Ella giggled; both her little arms tangling around his neck. "Ah, my little princess... I missed you." "I missed you too, daddy." Loki kissed her cheek, before letting her down again.

"Welcome back, prince Loki." Heimdall greeted him with a bow of his head. Loki gave him a nod. "Heimdall." "Bear my best recovery wishes for her - and congratulations." The prince smiled. "Thank you. I shall do that."

On a horse, the god made his way to the palace. "Greetings, my prince." The guards welcomed him and let him inside, of course, where he asked for his daughter and parents. Loki got told, that Ella was with his mother in the royal gardens and the Allfather caught up in a court meeting with the royal advisors of the king from Svartalfheim. So, Loki went to the gardens. He could already see his princess and mother from afar. They were sitting on a soft blanket, which laid underneath a cherry tree, in order to shield them from the sun. Both of them had tea cups in their hands and he could swear that he also saw two big slices of cake. Loki couldn't help the smile, which spread over his lips at the scene in front of him - and when he heard Ella's sweet laughter, it only widened.

Frigga just watched with a smile on her face. She loved seeing her son being a father. "Mother," Loki greeted her; kissing her cheek as well. "Hello, son. You're back early." At her words, the god got taken back in time; remembering what had happened. "I know. I'll explain. But first..." He turned back to Ella, tickling her. Again, she bursted into fits of giggles. "I'd like to have a biiiig slice of cake. It looks so very delicious. Princess, would you go to the kitchen and ask Bjørn, if he would be so nice and give me a slice?" "O-Okay, daddy," Ella panted; still giggling and trying to recover from her dad's tickle attack. "You're a treasure, thank you." Ella smiled, then hopped away. The skirts of her pink summer dress billowing in the wind; raven curls, which just reached her shoulders, bobbing.

"I have the feeling you want to tell me something without my grandchild listening..." Frigga noted. She wasn't stupid. Loki nodded, "I do, mother." and swallowed. "I... Have good news and bad news." Loki pondered about with which news to start, but then decided on the good news. His parents didn't know yet that they were going to be grandparents - again. Perhaps this was the time to tell them. Well, at least Frigga. He'd come around the next few days to tell his father as well. Actually, Loki wanted to do this with you, but... The current circumstances didn't allow it. Hopefully you wouldn't be mad at him...

"The good news is; Y/N is... Well, she's pregnant again."

For the second time, Frigga's eyes widened - but this time out of shock. "Oh by the Norns! How is she?! Did it affect your child?" "She's alright - according to the circumstances. The bullet went through, so they didn't need to operate. She lost a lot of blood, but we made it in time to the hospital. Luckily, it didn't affect the child. They are safe and sound, steadily growing in their mother's womb." A relieved breath left the Allmother's lips. "Indeed... That's why I am back earlier. I'll take Ella with me now and tell her. Y/N's dying to see her baby again," he stated with a small chuckle. Frigga nodded. "Of course, my son." Just in that moment, they noticed Ella returning - carrying a plate with a big slice of cake on top. "Please greet her and wish her all the best. And tell us if she's getting better!" Loki took his mother's hand and squeezed it. "I will do that, for sure."

Frigga's eyes widened. "Pregnant?" The god nodded with a smile; almost unable to hold back the tears. "Yes, mother. We're having another baby." The queen gasped; hand flying to cover her mouth. She tried to hold back the tears again. "Oh Loki..." She more or less sobbed, before lunching forwards to hug him. "That's wonderful, son. I'm so delighted and happy for you and Y/N." Loki hugged her even tighter. "Me too. I'm honestly a little surprised that Ella didn't tell you. Well, we told her to not do it, but... You know how excited, small children are... We wouldn't have been mad at her if it had slipped past her lips, but well..." Frigga just giggled. "It would've been a great way to find out as well." "Oh definitely!" Loki chuckled; pausing. "I, uh, wish to tell father as well. I'm coming back in the next few days as soon as he has got more time." His mother smiled, "My lips shall be sealed then." but it dropped quite quickly again. "I'm a little afraid of the bad news now..."

"Well..." Loki started; thoughts returning to the accident once more. "We, um, we were on that charity event and... And there was an attack." He fumbled with his fingers. "I swore to protect Y/N and couldn't in that very moment. She's... She's been shot in the shoulder and is in the hospital now."

After Loki had eaten the delicious cake and spent a bit of quality time with his mother and daughter; he decided to return to you, taking Ella with him. They both bid their goodbyes and off they went through the Bifrost; only to land in a hospital - much to Ella's confusion...

"Uhh, daddy? Why are we in a hospital?" The little girl looked around; seemed quite a bit frightened. "Where's... Where's mommy?" Loki's heart felt already heavy; having to tell his child what had happened. He took a deep breath and squatted down in front of Ella, to be on eye-level with her, and took her smaller hands in his. "You know we were away to attend an Avengers thingy?" She nodded; getting visibly more nervous and angsty. "Unfortunately, we've got attacked by some really bad guys and... Mommy got hurt - but she's okay, sweetheart! She has a wound that needs to heal, but she will be perfectly fine!" Loki immediately went to calm her down, since her eyes started to get watery; tears running down her cheeks promptly. "M-Mommy's hurt? What happened?" The god swallowed. "A man tried to shoot mommy and hit her shoulder," Loki explained; gently wiping the little girl's tears away with his thumbs.

"Can… Can I see mommy?" "Of course, princess. That's why we're here." He smiled softly; looking down at his daughter, who resembled him so much. "Come here." Loki then just scooped her up in his arms; hugging her and carrying her to the room you were in. He didn't care that Ella got heavier so slowly; being not a toddler anymore. She held onto her dad, burying her face in his neck and hair. It had been clearly a shook for the little girl to learn that her mother was hurt in a hospital...

Loki gently knocked on your door and waited patiently for an answer. "Come in!" You were awake. Loki freed one hand and opened the door; stepping inside. Your eyes immediately lit up, when you saw your husband and daughter. You were so happy to see Ella. You had missed her - a lot. When you saw that Loki was carrying her, you knew exactly what was going on...

"Princess, hey," you greeted Ella softly, after your husband had carried her over to your bed. She was still clinging to her dad, but when she felt your touch on her back and especially heard your voice, her head snapped to face you. Her cheeks were reddened - just like her eyes, in which were still tears glistening. It definitely teared at your heartstrings. "Oh no, sweetie... Come here." You opened your arm (the one which wasn't hurt) for her. Loki immediately let her down and she didn't hesitate even a second; ran into your arm as quickly as possible. Sure, Ella had to overcome the obstacle which was the hospital bed; but that didn't stop her.

"Mommy," she sobbed; clinging now to you. She may have been already a big girl, but in moments like this, she was still just a child - which was more than alright. "Don't cry, baby. I'm ok." You stroked her hair in a reassuring manner and pressed soft, little kisses to the crown of her head. Exchanging a look with your husband, you could tell that it hurt him as well; seeing his daughter sad and crying. It always did.

Once you managed to calm her down, you were in for a long round of cuddles. Ella laid in your arm, cuddled against your side. At some point she had just slept in. Perhaps from the exciting vacation she's been on. Perhaps from the shock. Anyways, you were just glad she had calmed down - and so was Loki, who sat beside your bed on a chair. His oceanic blue eyes watching over you and his princess. He still had to tell you that his mother knew now about the little wonder growing within you, but that was a story for another time.

#the baby fever au #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x female reader #loki x you #tom hiddleston x reader #loki x y/n #loki fanfiction #loki fluff #loki #loki laufeyson x reader #loki angst

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justasecretwriter · 2 years

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Nearly Four (Loki x Reader)

Title | Nearly Four

Summary | Loki wakes reader up for sex. That's it. That's the fic.

Pairings | Loki Laufeyson

Genre | Smut

Story Warnings | Dubious Consent, Cock Warming, Sex, Slight Dom/Sub Themes, Mention of Safe Word (from the past)

Author's Note | I've thought of this for a while and finally decided to just give it a go.

Words | 954 (Drabble)

"Baby, baby wake up."

I grumbled unintelligibly and he squeezed me tighter against him.

"Y/N," He whined, rutting against me and forcing his erection into my back.

"I'm horny." He whispered, nuzzling into my hair.

"You're always horny." I complained. "What time is it?"

I still hadn't rolled over but felt Loki roll to look at the clock.

"Nearly four,"

"Go back to sleep." I groaned.

He sat up, pushing me onto my back slowly and pressing kisses into my neck and collarbone.

"You do not have to do anything. Just lie there and be a good girl for me, hmm?"

I finally opened my eyes to look at him and fuck. He looked regal as he hovered over me. His hair was a mess and he was covered in a thin coat of sweat. His neck and chest were flushed red; he was utterly desperate.

"You pick the worst times." I mumbled, but didn't stop him when he guided his hands to my underwear and slowly peeled it off.

He knew I was okay with this. Loki and I had been over my boundaries constantly and I'd repeatedly told him I was fine with being taken in my sleep. If I wanted him to stop, all I would have to do was say our safe word, but I'd only ever had to once.

I felt his dick tapping against my pussy and sucked in a deep breath, preparing for his harsh thrust. He was always rough, but I didn't dare complain when I loved it too much.

To my surprise, he eased himself in slowly, letting out a low, broken moan as he did. Resting his head in the crook of my neck, Loki kissed my throat gently.

"You feel divine," He whispered, but otherwise didn't move. "You're exactly what I needed."

I whimpered, wiggling my hips for some friction. I felt so full, but he wasn't moving. It was beyond infuriating.

"No, no," He mumbled. "Just keep my warm, you can go back to sleep."

"Loki," I whined, and felt him smile. "You're not being fair."

"Oh, I'm not being fair? Quite the opposite darling, you are the unfair one. Honestly, how can you dress like this and snuggle so close and expect me not to maul you?"

He tugged at my skimpy nightgown and I whimpered again. He knew how his words affected me so he moved his hips just the slightest.

I moaned, throwing my head back.

"Loki, please."

"Hmm, I don't know… You've been teasing me and that's not very nice, is it baby?"

Already sick and tired of his game, I rolled over him in a smooth motion, making his eyes widened. Hadn't he been the one to wake me whining about sex?

"You wanted sex so bad," I groaned, putting my palms on his chest. "You're gonna get it until you simply can't take it anymore."

He shrank back, whining and letting a pout take over his face.

I started bouncing slowly, testing the waters, and he moaned brokenly while throwing his head back and grabbing my hips.

"Oh darling, please."

"Aww," I laughed. "What's the matter?"

He tried forcing me to go faster but even with his bruise inducing grip, I kept my pace slow and steady.

"More!" He cried, gasping and whining.

"But I thought you didn't need it? Thought you just needed to be kept warm?"

"I changed my mind." He panted.

I went just the smallest bit faster knowing fully it wasn't nearly enough to finish him off or have any real fun.

"Y/N! Please!" Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he gasped and panted, moaning.

"You're so pretty when you cry for me."

"Baby!"

I started going faster, moaning and scratching his chest. If he kept whining like that I wouldn't last long.

He cried out again, wrapping his arms around my waist and sitting up, pulling me to his chest. He started thrusting to meet my hips and I bit down into his neck.

"Norns, do it again." He whispered. "Please baby,"

"Begging is a beautiful color on you." I whispered, biting his ear and then his neck, sucking dark spots into the skin.

He whimpered and I felt the knot growing in the pit of my belly. I started going faster and he did too, scratching my back as I grabbed his hair.

"Are you gonna cum for me?" I asked, and his only answer was a frantic nod and broken gasps.

After a few thrusts, his mouth opened in a silent scream and he thrusted into me hard enough to force me over the edge. I felt him spilling into me but I could only really focus on how good I felt, nearly shaking from it.

When I finally came to, he was laying back and panting with his eyes closed. I dragged a nail down his chest and he smiled, not opening his eyes.

"I should wake you more often."

"If you dare cut into my beauty sleep, I will cut your balls off."

He laughed loudly, rolling us both over while remaining inside me. He spooned me gently.

"Keep me warm?"

I nodded and he kissed my ear, staying inside me for as long as he liked.

#loki #mcu loki #loki laufeyson #mcu #loki x female reader #loki x reader #loki fanfic #loki fic #loki friggason #smut #loki smut #smutty loki #sub loki #subby loki #dom reader #loki sub #reader dom

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lokisprettygirl · 1 year

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Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 25 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 26

Summary: Loki gives you what you have craved since forever. You give him something in return as well.

Trigger Warning: 18+, Smutty smut, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, Description of rape and assault, panic attack, violence against women, Extreme dark themes, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, public sex, Rough violent sex, 18+, Steamy stuff, age difference ,Rough language, mention of suicide, talk of virginity and slut shaming, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff

"Fucking cum inside me loki" His wife moaned underneath him at the same time as his orgasm washed over him. Once the sensations died down, he pulled out of her and he seemed lost so she clicked her fingers over his face.

"You alright baby?" she asked him softly and he grabbed her hand to place them on his chest,

"Hurt me " he asked her so she groaned as she sat up.

"Not this again Loki, can we just cuddle now please?" She asked him and he looked down, he felt ashamed.

"Just a little, just make me feel pain, I won't ask for anything else" he mumbled as he cupped her cheeks but she swatted his hands away as if she was disgusted by his mere touch. He didn't blame her, he was disgusted by himself too.

"I'm going to sleep in the other room" she tried to get off the bed so he grabbed her hand,

"No I'm sorry, don't go, i just—" she glared at him,

"You just what Loki? Do you ever stop and think about me?" His eyes welled up as she said that. He didn't want to hurt her but no matter how much he tried he fucked it up over and over again. He drove her away from him further and further.

"He just keeps talking..he won't shut up he keeps talking .. don't leave me alone" he tried to stop her but she snatched her hand away to sleep in the other room, sometimes he made no sense to her and he didn't blame her at all.

He was the only one to blame for this monstrosity.

.....

"I need two toothbrushes, one big towel, and a bar of soap that's not made from pig's fat" you said to Thor so he crossed his arms, he was having a can of beer first thing in the morning. Who does that?

"You'd share a towel with him but not a toothbrush?" He snickered

"Sharing towel is sexy"

"Norns you're obsessed with him aren't you?"

"What gave it away?" You crossed your arms and he chuckled. Loki was still asleep for once, he hardly ever drank so much on his own, only when he was in someone's company. You didn't want to disturb his sleep so you got out of bed and tried to arrange a few things. You wanted to shower before you two leave for home. Thor got up and looked around for the things you had asked him for. It felt nice to have people around that wasn't his mother or his one night stands. He indeed had two spare towels as well so he gave them both to you.

"How come we have cell reception in the freaking nowhere? I have gotten a million of calls since last night"

"I don't really know starling..but happy birthday. Are you legal now for him to fuck you yet?" Thor asked you and you glared at him again.

"I have been legal for five years now.. he's an angel you see" you answered him

"I do admire his self control, I don't think I'd be able to do the same if I had you" he mumbled as he looked you up and down so you walked towards him angrily.

"Did you just flirt with your sister? That's gross, by the way if Loki trusts you enough to bring me back here then I do too and that makes me feel that you would have done exactly what he did in this situation, unless of course your psycho mother would have interfered"

"Heyyy show some respect for your future mother in law. She's not psycho, just delusional" your face felt warm at the first remark and then you felt angry.

"She's a criminal and you should accept that" Thor chuckled at your rattled state. The chuckling and snickering truly ran into the genes.

"Ohh lookie.. the sleeping beauty has awakened" You looked behind and found Loki standing at the end of the corridor, leaning himself against the wall, he looked adorable with his hair all poofed up so you walked towards him and got on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck.

"Why weren't you in the bed?" He asked you as he held you by the waist as tightly as he could.

"I woke up early" you pulled away a little to look at him, his eyebrows were scrunched, he seemed hungover.

"I have a headache" he kissed your forehead so you smiled. Adorable was the only word you wanted to use for him at the moment. You grabbed his hand and walked him towards the couch to make him sit down. Thor was probably going to make an insulting comment but you glared at him, he seemed a little vulnerable and the last thing you wanted was for someone to take that away from him.

"Do you have Aspirin?" You asked him so he rolled his eyes before he went to the kitchenette, he brought a glass of water and the pill to give it to Loki which he ingested immediately.

"I got you a toothbrush and here's the towel, you shower first okay, you'll feel better" you smiled but it faded as soon as you heard his irritated response.

"Don't try to be my mother y/n" he mumbled as he rubbed his forehead with his fingers.

"Sorry I'll go get ready to leave" you mumbled meekly as you turned around and disappeared into the room.

"Why would you say that to her?" Thor asked him as he sat down on a chair next to him.

"Because I'm a fucking monster and that's what I do" Loki yelled at him so Thor smiled.

"Take a shower, cool down and go wipe your lady's tears, she cares about you Loki, I'd kill for someone to just do that" Loki's eyes teared up as Thor said that. Why did he have to hurt you? He didn't want to hurt you today, not today, not on your birthday, as soon as the thought entered his mind he realized that he shouldn't be not hurting you at all, not just on your birthday but all of the days.

After showering he went to the room with the roof window and found you putting the same clothes on as you had before. You smiled as you looked at him, he had borrowed a fresh pair of shirt from Thor, it was flannel and he looked cute in it, he gestured with his fingers for you to come to him so you walked towards him, he noticed the sad look in your eyes and it rendered his heart.

"Happy birthday darling" he mumbled softly so you hugged him.

"Thank you, I have gotten plenty of calls, I don't understand how we even have the reception here–" he pressed his thumb on your lips to stop you from blabbing which he figured was your way of trying to hide the hurt you were feeling at the moment.

"I'm sorry, i know it's getting exhausting at this point since I'm not really learning anything but if I could just show you my heart and how hurt I feel that I snapped at you like that out there then I would" he mumbled softly.

"Loki it's okay.."

"It's not okay..it's not. Stop saying that it's okay because it's not sweetheart" your eyes teared up as he said that. He was trying so hard, he was doing his best, he was trying to not hurt you and you knew that.

"Like I said I'm yours to hurt Loki, it's okay that you hurt me sometimes when you're not feeling your best, all i know is that you don't hurt me on purpose and it's not going to ruin anything between us, it won't make me love you any less either" he kissed you as you finished your sentence, his palms went under your hips so you jumped into his arms and he picked you up immediately to press you against the door.

"I'm sorry my sweet little girl, you're the most perfect girl out there you know that? Just the best" you smiled as he mumbled softly, his words were lathered with sugar and they made your heart skip several beats.

"Am I your favorite?" You giggled so he smiled.

"You're my only one" you placed your head against the door as he sucked on your neck before leaving a trail of wet kisses down from your jawline to your clavicle. Your stomach rumbled so he looked at you "Just had a stupid sandwich last night huh?" He kissed your cheek so you nodded "I'm going to feed you baby..you want to be fed right? Mac n cheese?" He asked you softly and you felt a tingling sensation all over, you didn't think you'd survive him being so soft with you today.

"Yes please daddy" He didn't put you down, he walked you to the living space just like that and luckily Thor wasn't there, not that he cared in the moment. He made you sit down on the couch and kissed you again.

"Stay here my little girl, I'll make it for you" you cupped his cheeks to kiss him passionately but then you heard Thor whistling again and that made you groan.

"Fed the witch, wouldn't want her to die from starvation, that would be an easy way out" He chuckled so Loki sighed. Well he can think about Natasha tomorrow, for now he just wanted to focus on you.

"Do you have macaroni and cheese? If not, go get it for me alright? And I don't want the prepackaged ones, get macaroni and cheese separately, some herb mix too" Thor looked at him confused as Loki stepped into the kitchenette and started to rummage through his fridge. He had almost forgotten how bossy his brother used to be sometimes.

"Are you turning four today?" Thor asked you but Loki answered him instead

"Can you just get me the stuff?"

"Cheese is in the freezer, I don't have macaroons slash macrons .. would pasta work?" Loki rolled his eyes at him and looked at you for confirmation so you put both of your thumbs up.

"The queen agrees ayee" Thor quipped. You shook your head in disbelief and Loki smiled as he looked at you. You saw them arguing back and forth while he cooked but it wasn't a mean spirited argument, more like a brotherly banter. You couldn't help but click so many pictures of him on your phone, for once he didn't seem troubled or seemed as if he was lost in his head . He brought a fork full of pasta for you to taste so you opened your mouth and took the bite.

"Yummmmmy daddy"

"Yeah? Don't need any more seasoning?" His brows scrunched so you shook your head.

"It's perfect" he smiled and served the pasta in three bowls. For a moment you forgot that there was a woman tied up a few feet away from you all. Well you Almost forgot.

"I'll come tomorrow" Loki said to Thor so he nodded.

"See you tomorrow Little starling" you gave him tight lipped smile as he said that.

He finally drove you back home and you answered all the messages and calls you had received because of your birthday, they were mostly from the people you had worked with, Peter had put up an insta story with you and a few people wondered if you were his girlfriend.

Steve also called to wish you and asked you where you have been as you both weren't in the apartment all night so you made an excuse that Loki took you somewhere for a surprise celebration. You weren't sure if he believed it or not. You also wanted to go to a salone to get your itsie bitsies waxed smooth so he took you there. The receptionist couldn't stop staring, he did look fuckable like always.

"I'll be back soon" you said to him so he nodded and sat down. To avoid the constant gaze of the receptionist he took out his phone and scrolled through YouTube videos. Puppies did make him feel better.

You took a deep breath as you laid down on the table, you haven't been to this place before and it always hurt to get this done but you wanted to feel your sexiest Tonight.

"Getting married hon?" The technician asked you and it made you feel flushed, you didn't think you'd ever see a day where he'd marry you but then you didn't need it either, whatever you had with him was more than enough.

"Nooo I'm just losing my virginity" she looked at you and smiled

"To that hunk out there?" She asked you and you giggled.

"Yepppp" she gasped at the knowledge.

"Lucky you..You go girl" she made you feel at ease and you couldn't have been more grateful. Once you were done he took you back home, this time you both showered together.

In the evening you got dolled up, you took your time as you wanted to look perfect, you wanted to celebrate just the two of you so that's exactly what he was going to give you. Whatever you'd ask for he'd give it to you tonight. He didn't really need as much time as you to get ready so he baked a homemade cake first, then he put on a black shirt with a formal pant, he got it made a few years ago for an event he had to attend with Jolene. He put the coat on too but it felt too much so he took it off.

He dimmed the light in the living room. He wanted to do what normal people do in terms of decoration but the candle lights always freaked him out and they triggered you as well so he didn't want to do anything to upset you or ruin his mood tonight. When you finally stepped out of your room his eyes widened at the sight of you. You were a vision to behold.

You adorned an emerald green bodycon dress that went past your thighs, also paired it with stilletos to finish the look. You looked sexier than his imagination and he felt utterly blessed. He walked towards you and put his hand out so you placed yours on his, then he pulled you closer to kiss you. The heels managed the height difference, it actually felt amazing to be able to kiss him like that.

"You're beautiful my darling, so sexy" you smiled as he complimented you.

"You like the dress?"

"I love it"

"You look super sexy too, I want to take back what I said yesterday, you're the sexiest man to ever grace this universe..not just this planet" he chuckled as you said that. The slicked back hair made him look older and you fancied that alot. You always fancied the age difference, you didn't think you'd have cared if he was 40 even or 50.

"I didn't know what song to play..i uhhh–" he picked up his phone from the kitchen table and scrolled through the app to find a romantic song but you grabbed it from him and turned it off, his nervousness seemed adorable but you didn't want him to sweat. Not just yet.

You placed his phone down and grabbed yours instead.

"I have a song for us, want to listen ?"

"Whatever you need baby" he answered so you smiled "This song is how I feel about you" you connected your phone to the speaker.

He was expecting a soft sensuous romantic song filled with poetic words and what nots but he was surprised as he heard the drumroll from Rick Astley's "Never gonna give you up"

We're no strangers to love

You know the rules and so do I

A full commitment's what I'm thinking of

You wouldn't get this from any other guy

He walked around you as you started to lip sync and move to the beat of the song.

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling

Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

He grabbed your hand and he couldn't stop smiling at your crazy dance moves you just knew how to melt his cold frozen heart. The lyrics did feel romantic though.

We've known each other for so long

Your heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say it (say it)

You twisted your legs side to side and went down quickly before you popped up again and grabbed his cheeks to kiss him for a moment.

"Come on dance with me" he shook his head as you said that so you gave him the puppy eyes,

Inside, we both know what's been going on

We know the game and we're gonna play it

And if you ask me how I'm feeling

Don't tell me you're too blind to see

"Okay okay birthday girl..fine"

He pulled you closer as his hips moved side to side so you followed his rhythm.

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

You giggled as he spun you around before he dipped you in his arms. This was already turning into the the best birthday ever.

......

At the LAPD department Steve's phone rang so he picked it up immediately.

"Sent you the picture, a man was caught in the boulevard's target store security cam, the cashier said he bought a bunch of suspicious things that made no sense altogether" Steve looked at the picture immediately and his eyes widened. It was definitely Odin. He looked different but he'd recognise that monster in any shape or form.

He called Loki right after that but he got no response as his cellphone was turned off.

........

You jumped around with him like a child, the heels had to go for that and you didn't really care much, the song ended so you played it again because you weren't done just yet, mostly because he seemed happy too, for the second time in one day he didn't seem lost and your heart fluttered at the sight of his happy face.

"Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye" you screamed the lyrics at him, making him laugh in response. As the song ended he sat down on the couch with you on top of him, your mouth didn't leave his even for a fraction of second, he was more than eager to ruin the effort you had put into your makeup tonight, he wanted to tell you that you didn't really need it but the idea of messing that face up aroused him beyond belief. He stood up and took you to his bedroom, your fingers worked the buttons of his shirt on the way, you wanted him all naked on top of your naked body tonight.

You have suffered enough, he has deprived you enough.

As he put you down on the bed, he took a step back and admired the view but then his intrusive thoughts interfered. There was still a chance, he could still keep you protected from his filthy touch, there was still time for him to allow you to get out of his fucked up life, a part of him told him that he wasn't what you needed even though you were everything he needed.

The monster inside him that he hated so much told him that you deserved someone who won't make you cry all the time, who won't treat you good just on a special day, maybe there were good men out there who deserved to take this from you more than he did .

You propped yourself on your elbows as you found him lost in his head again and as soon as you saw his teary eyes you got up to crawl to the edge of the bed.

"Come here" you put your hand out to grab his and he flinched. That's how you knew that he was thinking again, thinking awful things about his precious self.

Your heart clenched at the sight of him because he seemed so happy just a few moments ago "Come here baby please" his eyes welled up even more as the pet name rolled from of your lips. He's not a baby, he could never be, he doesn't deserve your softness. He placed his hand on yours so you pulled him closer and got on your knees to match his height "Tell me what's bothering you?" You asked him and as your fingers caressed through his cheek he couldn't stop himself from leaning into the touch.

"Nothing I just.. it's your first time..I just want to make it good for you" a small smile flashed on your features and you kissed him softly.

"It's your first time too lolo" he seemed perplexed as you said that "It's our first time as well, I want to make it good for us too"

He has never felt this way before, he made love to Jolene a few times but it wasn't like this, he didn't feel this vulnerable, his lovemaking always held a touch of roughness. He was afraid that the voices in his head would ruin things between you and him as well.

"That's not bothering you is it? It's something else isn't it?" You asked him so he nodded before he placed his head down on your shoulder.

"I don't want to ruin you, don't want to taint you, we cross this line and you'll be stuck with me forever..it's this thing..this physical thing of me taking your body like that.. something that you have craved for so long..you'd be bonded to me. I'll never let you go, I'd keep you by my side forever because you'll be mine to do so. Do you really want me to be the only man you'd ever get to fuck?" He looked at you so you wiped the tears that slipped past his cheek.

"You're the only man for me Loki, you have always been it for me, i could never even think about anyone else, since I understood what sex meant my body knew who it needed, my thoughts and fantasies were only fueled by one man and that's you Loki. So tell me do you think I would ever want this with anyone else?" He cupped your cheeks and kissed you roughly as soon as you finished your words. You moaned in his mouth as his tongue played with yours

"Take me however you please, I'd love it and beg for more daddy, please don't make me suffer anymore" you whispered in his ear so he pulled the zipper of your dress down, the straps loosened so you took the opportunity to slip it past your shoulders. His mouth opened as he looked at your bare breasts. He grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it up your arms, leaving you just in your underwear.

You pulled the shirt out from his pants and unbuttoned all the way down,the pale ripped torso made your mouth salivate so you lowered down and licked him up from his navel to his sternum in one quick swipe. You wanted to mark that gorgeous satin skin but not in a way that would hurt him.

"Stop thinking Loki..I'm all yours to have, to fuck, to hurt, whatever you want to do with me–"

"I don't want to hurt you darling. I'm sorry that i can't stop doing it but I really don't want to hurt you" he mumbled as he pressed his forefingers over your drenched clothed heat, you let out a gasp as his fingers rubbed back and forth.

"And it's okay, i enjoy the pain you give me because I know you'd come back to me to ease the ache–"

"Shhhh don't say that darling it's not healthy–"

"It doesn't matter to me..I'd let you do anything to me" you whimpered as he took your panties down your legs, you laid down on the bed and pulled him on top of yourself. He unbuttoned his pants hurriedly and in a flash he was all naked on top of you. This was your dream, you have had dreams like this since you were 13.

He sat up with his knees on the either side of your thighs, his cock rubbed over your dripping wet lips. The bedsheet crumbled into your fist as he continued to tease you mercilessly.

"You're beautiful..look at you, you were born to to be ridden by me"

You bit on your lips at his words.

"All yours daddy, fuck me please..need your cock inside me"

He leaned over you as you begged him, he held his cock with one hand to tease your clit with the tip while his other hand stroked your hair, you already seemed messed up and he hasn't even done anything just yet.

"Little baby, I won't stop now even if you'd ask me to" your walls clenched around the air as he said that. His thumb slipped into your mouth so you sucked on his digit, that's when he thrusted inside you in one quick motion, you bit on his thumb as the pain surged through you but you'd be lying if you said it wasn't the sweetest pain you have ever felt in your life.

"Gooosshhh daddy oh god!!" you whispered, your fingernails dug into his shoulders.

"Hurts?" He asked you. It did but the tenderness in his voice made it feel a little better.

"Just a little"

"There I am, inside you, that's what you wanted huh?" He murmured so you whined against him.

"Yesss daddy..pleasse"

He waited for the pain to fade away before he pulled out of you and then he thrusted in again.

"You're suffocating my cock little girl, so darn tight I love that" he snickered after his words so you cupped his cheeks and kissed him. The obscene sounds of his thrusts made you feel shy all of a sudden, you wished you could have watched his hips moving in and out of you, that shapely ass clenching with every hump. Maybe someday

"Gooddd dadddy I'm so filled"

"Gonna keep you like that my sweetheart, gonna keep you so filled every night from now on, day and night no matter where you are you'd crave my cock in your tight little cunt i promise you that" you moaned at the filth that came out of his mouth. He was so good at this you already knew, you have heard him having sex before, heard those women who couldn't stop themselves from screaming his name, now you knew why. The sensations began to build in the pit of your stomach as his cock brushed against that spot inside you.

So this is what girls talked about.

"Fuckkk daddy" you whimpered as he pulled out of you, the blood on his cock made him go feral, he lifted your legs up over your chest, and pressed his cock inside your freshly abused cunt. He loved the sounds you were making for him, because of him, those little whimpers would haunt him at night if somehow and for some reason he's not around to take your sweet body for his pleasure.

"Feels good sweetheart? Tell me that you're feeling good" he somehow managed to shove that monster aside and asked you, the concern was visible on his face so you smiled and placed his hands on your breasts.

"Best birthday gift ever" he smiled a little before his hips started to rock your body and your whole world again. He squeezed your breasts with his hands and that made you chant his name like a prayer, you felt so sensitive all over, this was the best thing that has ever happened to you.

"Take it baby, take my fucking cock my nasty little whore" Yes that's what you were, you were his whore and you wanted him to take you just like one. Everytime he got closer to his release he pulled out and you whined in desperation. You didn't think you'd survive this night if he continued this way.

He wrapped your legs around his waist and leaned over you again to fuck you slowly this time, grabbing his hair in a fist you held onto them as he thrusted back and forth, strings of curses continued to roll from his lips, the sweat dripped down from his body to yours and you felt saturated, your soul felt pleased, you knew you would happily spend your whole life this way, being fucked by this majestic man on top of you was nothing short of a blessing.

"Can I cum daddyyy pleasee daddyy please i love you" you whimpered again and it made him smile between his heavy breaths, he kissed you and kept his mouth against yours, your breaths fanned each other's faces and you felt alive in every sense.

"You will cum with me..you're taking me so well you know that?" He mumbled against your mouth and your eyes teared up as the intense pleasure threatened to combust you. He didn't want to torture you any longer,

"Cum sweetheart, need your little cunt to tighten around my cock" you exploded right on his command and at the same time you felt his cock filling you up with his cum.

"Goddd lokii oh my god ohy god..thank you..thank you daddy" you continued to mumble mindlessly as your body convulsed with the intensity of your orgasm, he placed his head between the crook of your neck as he rode through this combined euphoria, he had fucked alot of women in the past few years but nothing made him feel so overwhelmed as you did in that moment. Before his mind could wander you cupped his cheeks and kissed him deeply

"I love you Loki.. I love you.. please believe me I do" you mumbled between the kiss so he pulled away and looked at you.

"I do baby.. I do believe you" he didn't pull out for a while, he laid down next to you with his cock stilled in you somehow. None of you said anything for a few minutes, you just stared at him and he did the same but you finally broke the silence when you noticed that you were losing him again.

"What is it? Talk to me" his eyes welled up as you said that.

"Hurt her Loki, you know you want to" He sat up as he heard Odin's voice "You know she deserves it"

"No she doesn't" he mumbled and you looked at him confused.

"Ask her to hurt you, you need that don't you?"

The voice taunted him again so he placed his hands on his ears and nodded hastily just so he'd stop hearing them.

"Need to feel the pain to man up otherwise you know who you are right?" He pulled himself out of you and sat up and before he could run away you climbed on his lap.

"You're an impotent whiny little freak who can never please a woman the way she deserves"

You cupped his cheeks to make him look at you and that's when he started to cry.

"Talk to me I'm here" you said to him, your fingers caressed his scalp.

"He keeps talking..won't shut up, make him shut up.. please make him quiet" he sniffled as he looked down and you couldn't stop your own tears.

"I'm right here, you're here loki. But he's not here anymore and he won't hurt you. He was a lying abusive bastard who wanted to destroy someone as pure as you because he couldn't take it.. the light you carried with in you blinded him so he wanted to take it away from you"

"He was wrong?" He mumbled and you bit on your cheeks to stop the sobs that were threatening to make you choke. He needed you. Your lolo needed you at the moment.

"Listen to me now okay, I need you to stop listening to him and I need you to listen to me" he looked at you and tilted his head, he seemed out of his mind, you have never seen someone so broken in your life but you won't give up on him nor you would allow him to do that either. His arms wrapped around you and he placed his head down on your breasts. You kissed on his temple before you continued to whisper in his ears.

"That's it, just listen to my voice okay? I love you, you're loved baby, you're not weak, you're not unmanly for having feelings, for caring, for being a nice person, he was a monster but you??? You're a precious angel"

You mumbled softly and he sniffled, his hold only tightened around you as you ran your fingers over the scars on his back. You placed a soft kiss on his neck before you spoke again.

"You're so strong, so determined, so protective of me and you take care of me so good. You provide for me, you give me everything I could ever need, you're my man Loki, you had always been my man and you'd always be the only man I'd ever love, the only God I'd ever worship"

He put his head up and sniffled like a child again so you wiped his tears with your thumbs "I am?" He asked you so you nodded desperately

"I'd never lie to you"

"But I'm crying--" he mumbled under his breath so you kissed him again.

"Crying is not the sign of weakness lolo, it's the proof that you have a heart and that you feel so much, it's the strength that keeps us going" he burst into another fit of cry as he held onto you tightly.

"I love you" he mumbled softly so you pulled him away only to kiss him again, the kiss heated up pretty quickly, in a matter of few seconds you had his hard cock inside you again, it hurt a little and you felt sore but you both needed this.

"Daddy I don't know how to do this" you mumbled softly so he grabbed your hips in his large hands and gave it a squeeze.

"Just bounce on me baby, up and down" you followed his instructions and he moaned as you bounced on top of him slowly. He cried in your arms like a baby and you were still here making love to him, you didn't taunt him or berated him for ruining the precious night. Every other person that he met out there told him that he had saved your life, that he was the hero in this story, they didn't know that you were saving his life every freaking moment since you met him.

"That's it love, good girl, just like that" he praised you and you continued to hop on him until you both came again, it wasn't as explosive as the first one but it calmed his nerves, the voices in his head shut down and he could only feel you around him.

He laid your exhausted body down on the bed and kissed you before he got off the bed, he cleaned his cock before he came back with a soft wet warm cloth to clean you as well, you winced a little as he wiped your cunt thoroughly, you were definitely going to feel this tomorrow and you were going to love every second of it.

As he laid down, you snuggled into him as tightly as you could. The night went as beautifully as you had imagined, he allowed himself to be vulnerable with you, he didn't run away and he listened to you. You knew this won't fix all of those issues that he had but you also knew that he'd feel comfortable enough to come to you whenever Odin's voice would haunt him again.

And just like tonight you'd make him listen to your words until he'd start to believe in them.

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the-tired-commander · 3 months

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Okay time for the final round!! It's time for THE Valentines poll <3

I'm making this poll a week long cause i'm not gonna be able to do anything in times for valentines oopsie So i just wanna see how many votes this can get <3

What are you doing for valentines? Entirely up to you, could be a date, could be a pistol duel at sunrise, could be causing mayhem, whatever you're feeling

Their looks and also propaganda for each of them under the cut! (it got long oops)

Technician Nioza!

She's a very determined little roborat! This woman has her own instant noodle company that she keeps secret that she runs cause it gives her funding for all her work. Her mask has one smooth panel on the front and she uses it to project expressions like :) D: >_< She loves listening to people talk and also is very passionate about revenge, tell her about your terrible exes and she'll be rooting for you to kick their asses.

DYMP!

Full name of Don't Yiff Me Please. This little creature is a bit of a joke and also capable of turning himself into spaghetti. She has extensive knowledge about entirely useless information and will tell you all about it <3 For some reason, this cat can bark.

Liliyana Nyx!

Goth milf <3 She is immortal and will melt into a puddle of darkness if she gets too stressed. Spends her time helping the priory straighten out their historical records, she likes having something to do. She does love a good library date.

Damai Vespati!

My commander! They're a little awkward and bad at showing emotions but they're also extremely loyal and willing to fight to protect the people they love. They do show affection in their own way, including silently hanging out and lightly headbutting their friends like a cat. Secretly loves puns <3

Crown of Fools!

A body stealing demon, Crown tricks people into wearing their physical form (the crown) in order to go on adventures and cause chaos. It loves to ditch the bodies it's possessing in terrible places, forcing them to deal with the consequences of what she's been up to. They also steal the pronouns of the person they've been possessing once it leaves!

Mao The Magpie King!

*hands you a shiny rock hands you a shiny rock hands you a shiny-* Not actually a norn, it just happens to look an awful lot like one. It loves finding pretty things and sharing them with its favourite people. If you're close enough, it will gladly carry you around for a nice flight. It also likes to cause problems <3

Aethus!

A very normal bard :) He's an ex-thief who turned to being a bard in his quest for revenge against the man that tried to kill him. He's had a redemption arc against his will but it worked out for the better for him! He likes to lounge around like an oversized cat and will appear randomly in order to give things he thinks his friends and loved ones might like. He also purrs <3

Inixori!

Worlds worst woman <3 She's highly murderous and has great fun doing it. She's tall, strong, and likes to whistle while chasing down the people she's trying to kill. She's missing an eye cause she got too silly goofy with a knife and her friend <3

#i got carried away oops #statistical nonsense #i need some new screens of lili i think #i'm dealing with uhhh real bad times atm so the resulting bit of writing and maybe edits might take a little while #but i promise it shall be done <3 #ignore the fact i had to edit this oops

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esta-elavaris · 6 months

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Flufftober Day 21: Swoon ~ James Norrington/OC [1,414 words]

My Flufftober '23 masterpost can be found here, and my behemoth of a main fic about these two is here 💜✨

Notes: So the storyline I’m building here is kind of referenced in the “Playing With Hair” Christmas fill, in which Theo expresses a bit of insecurity over not being the typical wife a man would seek in this time period. The "problem" (as she sees it) is shown from James’ POV here, and then we get the conclusion of it on the fill for day 30. It’s not exactly a high-stakes action-packed plotline or anything, but it’s just a continuing theme that’ll work best when you have all parts – so if things feel a bit vague or like there should be more here, it’s because there should, and there will be, on day thirty.

Governor Swann insisted on granting them the use of his London home for the duration of their time in the south of England, and while James had been reluctant to agree – a reservation Theodora shared – for a grand townhouse brimming with servants hardly seemed to lend itself to the kind of privacy and solace they sought on this honeymoon of theirs, he could not pretend he was not happy for it when they arrived. Mostly because it meant large hot baths and lavish meals with delightfully little effort.

Of course, it also lended itself rather nicely to their goal. To schmooze London’s high society, acquire further backing and connections for Norne Maritime Protection, and – perhaps most importantly – to show those here that, whatever the rumours drifting out of the Caribbean, he and his wife were of the good sort, and simply could not have acted wrongly in what occurred, nor brought it down upon themselves in any way. The latter goal was rather the trickier one. And Theodora was anxious.

She hid it, of course, even from him. When he asked if she’d been in London before (or, well, after – technically), she murmured the affirmative, along with expressing doubts that she would be able to snag Lion King tickets this time round. James, by that point, confessed himself an expert on discerning when she joked from true levity, and when it came from discomfort, and he knew that to be the product of the latter. And who could blame her? Those gathered in Port Royal had not been particularly kind to her – writing her off as a feral creature, perhaps somewhat soft in the head, who possessed just enough beauty and feminine wiles both to somehow ensnare him along the way. They did not see that he was the lucky one in the equation because they simply did not want to see it.

But her arrival in London was somewhat smoother than the way she’d been catapulted into their lives in Port Royal, she was used to this time now…and they were a team. This would be different. He had faith in that, and in her. Always in her. Not just because she was charming, but because she was clever. Before there was full transparency between the two of them, he’d sometimes been half-tempted to regret that cleverness. Usually for fear of her safety. But now? Now he was free to be thrilled by it at all times.

For she did know how to play a good game.

On the first night they were set to host, she came downstairs bedecked in a gown of soft light floral fabric, contrasting the darker, bolder colours she usually favoured. Her hair was bound up with only a few soft curls left about her neck, white porcelain flowers set amidst the deep red of her hair and a string of pearls about her throat. Beautiful, she looked – beautiful she always was – but not like herself. None here would look at her and guess she was playing role. None here could look at her and possibly think that any of the rumours surrounding her were true. He allowed that fact to ease his sadness at how she clearly thought she had to hide herself to make a good impression.

Save, perhaps, for when it came to the white glove on her right hand, hiding nails that had not yet properly grown back. She hid it where she could – betwixt her skirts, behind her back, beneath anything she held – and when she was asked about it, she grumbled something about looking like Michael Jackson. Given that James had never heard of such a fellow, he could neither support nor reject her conclusion. But he wished he could ease her nerves.

James himself did not consider him adept at people-ing, as Theodora had once referred to it with great distaste. Oftentimes he was perceived as too serious, too dour, too unable to loosen up and give into revelry. He’d just been rather lucky in that all of those things were fine for a man and a soldier to be. But a hysterical once-tortured woman who was either a witch, mad, or both? Those were heavier burdens to bear for his wife. Judging by the pale cast of her face as they waited to make their first impressions on potential backers, she was keenly aware of that.

So James said the only thing he could think to – lowering his head as he heard the butler let the first of the guests in and murmuring to her.

“Ireland, after this.”

And it gladdened him to see that it cheered her.

When all had arrived, James was certain none would be able to guess at the doubt and trepidation that had shown on his wife’s face just before they’d walked in – at which time she’d straightened, offered one of those brilliantly warm grins of hers, and greeted them as though they were old friends.

She was not quite herself – more subdued even down to her accent – but none were at social events such as these, James himself included. And she was candid, warm, and lovely. That was all Theodora. He soon found that whenever he looked to her to see how she was faring, he had difficulty looking away. Even those who had arrived with a blatant nose to find gossip would share looks with one another as though surprised to find her qualities so abundant.

It had been difficult not to smile his pride at that. To know that not only did others finally see his wife as he did – others who were not pirates, at least – and to see that he had somehow managed to win the hand of such a woman. He couldn’t help but think of all the many times his wife had set those piercing eyes of hers upon him before proclaiming herself very lucky, laughing at the thought that she truly had no idea that he was the lucky one.

The door closed behind the last of the guests, Theodora’s shoulders dropped and she sighed her relief. James’ hand found the small of her back, entirely sharing in the sentiment she’d so silently expressed.

“Nightcap?” she turned a tired smile in his direction, leading him back to the drawing room.

James was not content to allow her to brush off her victory so readily.

“You’re a force of nature, do you know that?” he asked as she poured them a drink each.

“Oh, har-har,” she snorted fondly.

“Lady Montague made no less than three further appointments to see you while we remain in London,” he pointed out, pulling her to sit with him once their glasses were in hand.

“She was kind. And her husband liked you.”

“They liked you. They liked us. They’re backing us, Lord Montague as good as said so tonight - already. In part because of my very charming wife.”

Her eyes lit up at the first part, but at the second she rolled her eyes – albeit kindly – steadfastly refusing to believe that she might be greeted with anything other than scorn in “polite” society. It was a defence strategy, he knew that, so she mightn’t care when people – when fools – did dislike her. But it grieved him to see it warping her perception so.

“We found the one crowd in London who find the Irish foundling thing to be a cute novelty rather than an omen of doom, then?”

“Do not discount your victory here, Theodora.”

“Is that an order, husband?”

“On this occasion, I’m afraid it is,” he teased. “I will not hear it. You were magnificent tonight. I very nearly swooned to witness it.”

Another eye roll – but accompanied by a blush. And James was fine with that. He was patient, and he knew their victories would only increase from here. She’d see his point before long. He’d make sure of it.

And until then, he’d marvel at his wife enough for the both of them.

Links: AO3 -- FF.net -- flufftober masterpost -- dividers by cafekitsune

#esta's flufftober '23 fills #flufftober2023 #flufftober 2023 #james norrington x oc #james norrington/oc #james/theodora #potc fic #potc fanfic #pirates of the caribbean fanfiction #pirates of the caribbean fanfic

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xantchaslegacy · 1 year

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I think the thing I love most about this story (And there was a lot to love) is how at the end, not only has Ixhel defied their orders to destroy Geth/Vishgraz twice, but that Vishgraz, after showing a scorn for Ixhel and a delight when Atraxa rebukes them, tries to convince Ixhel to run away:

and tries to make Ixhel see that they serve a tyrant:

There's a real compassion there; a want to see something better for another not only separate from the goals of Phyrexia (or it's current leader), but also separate from one's own self-interest. It's encouraging for anyone who would like to see the dissidents of this new phyrexia do what the few dissidents of old phyrexia that we saw (Xantcha, Belbe, etc) could never have hoped for: to make something of themselves as a group that is divorced from the viral spread the leaders of Phyrexia so far have championed. These new dissidents in thought and action have that chance because New Phyrexia is not yet a monolith, and New Phyrexia does not yet have the infrastructure to squash dissent as thoroughly as Old Phyrexia could.

I'm especially interested to see if this final exchange is meant to infer that there may in fact be more of the original person that remains after undergoing New Phyrexia's compleation:

In this small stretch of text Geth reminds me quite a bit of Belbe, technically and effectively killed, but also clearly not fully what those who re-made him want him to be. It's a nice bit of writing, regardless of whether the upcoming story delves deeper into what it means for the identity of the compleat.

#mtg #ixhel #geth #phyrexia #one #Still not fully convinced the Phyrexians should have ever come back but #they've made it extremely compelling so far~~~

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purringsquid · 1 year

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Heimdall, Thor and Baldur grand adventure (a part of Heimdall x wife reader series)

Only first part of this is reader pov. But I encourage people who want to read about Heimdall and his brother (or just Heimdall with baby) to read it anyway.

When she is born, there is nothing but uncanny silence. Not cries, no cooing, no laugh of the Norns. Only Eir's heartbreaking pity:

"I’m sorry, my lady."

You take the little body from her, still warm and yet with no sign of life, red mark where the cord tangled around the small neck.

"Don't be." You whisper.

You place a kiss on her forehead and breathe life to her with your magic. There's no cry, when she opens her eyes and yet you feel relief - at least until you look carefully and see the hollowness her eyes possess. You could save a body but not the soul. That's giant magic - one that they never shared with others.

"Don't tell a word of this." You say to Eir.

And to your surprise she does not protest. "As you wish, my lady."

"Don't even think about it in front of my husband. Avoid his eyes when you can." You press her further.

"Lady Y/N," She hesitates. "He will know in time."

"I know this just.. be quiet until then, will you?" You cradle your child, pulling her close to your chest. Despite the tragedy of her birth, the love you feel for her is overwhelming.

"I will." Eir assures you, sadness never leaving her voice.

"You can let him in then." You smile, prompting her to do the same, she should at least pretend to be happy in front of others.

The door opens before she can touch the handle. A second more of waiting would have been too much for your husband, apparently. He doesn't even look at Eir, storming to your side. You can hear someone laughing at him from the door.

You give him a smile, showing him your child. “It’s a girl.”

He looks at her with lifted browns. “Why is she ugly? That can’t be after me.”

For a moment you are not sure if he is being asshole on purpose or had never seen a newborn child before. Both were very possible.

“When was the last time you looked in a mirror?” You snap back. He can’t let you have a nice moment, can he? And yet you are secretly happy that he doesn’t see her lack of soul. You couldn’t care less that he is an asshole, as long as he doesn’t notice – as long as he doesn’t do anything to you or her.

After days of arguing you name her Bylgja after his dead aunt-mother. It amuses her, but you don’t tell your husband that – he still didn’t get used to you casually conversing with the dead.

Your choice of name does not amuse Odin, but he does allow it in the end. You have to argue with him over it. Heimdall would rather just choose a different name and sulk, then admit to his father he disagrees with him.

He often checks on her, even returns to your home while he is on patrol to do so. But if he notices that something is wrong, he does not say anything.

It takes him a month.

You wake up with the feeling that something is wrong. Your eyes shoot open, looking towards the crib. It’s empty and so is your husband’s side of the bed. But there’s someone else present. Since Bylgja was born the ghost of Heimdall’s aunt-mother – her namesake – had followed her everywhere, but now she stands here by your bed, along with the ghost of Odin’s first wife.

“Where’s she?” You ask them.

‘Heimdall-.’ One of them says. You wrap a coat around you, not bothering to dress up properly. ‘Odin-’ You had feared that answer. You hurry barefoot out of the cabin and the ghosts follow you, their words sounding after you. ‘Why would you not tell him?’ ‘Foolish, girl.’ ‘Odin will-’

“I know, shut up.” You curse having to live up on the wall, as you run down the hill faster than you ever did before, dirt and stones clinging to your feet.

“Y/N-“

Startled at the sight of you, Nana tries to stop you in front of the Great Lodge. You push her away, running through the door and further until you reach the All-Father’s study.

In the silence the Lodge provides in the night you can hear the voice of your husband. “-not cry and when I look in her future, I cannot see anything.”

You stop by the door, you had feared this day would come, but you never dared to think about it long enough to prepare yourself for it, because if you did, he might have noticed. You have no idea what you will say once you walk in.

“Of course, you can’t. The child has no soul, am I right, lass?” Odin raises his voice at the last sentence. “Come in.”

You open the door to the sight of the All-Father carrying your daughter and your husband, looking at you with a pained expression that soon turns to anger.

“What did you do?!”

He does not wait for you to answer and in a second he is at your side, his hands forcing your head up, so you have to look in his eyes. You try to push him off, but he won’t let you, his gaze shines with magic as he runs through your mind, forcing you to remember the giant's curse and the Norns’s prophecy, as well as your conversations with the All-Father.

All that you avoided thinking about so hard now flashes through your head. ‘The Norns also said that I will be cursed to give birth to a dead child-‘ ‘The child you carry shall be born dead-‘ ’There’s a way to save your child, but you would not like it-‘ ‘Only the Giants can tie a soul to a body. Ironic is it not-’ ‘I was afraid that it would either be the wedding or an execution-‘ ‘I’m sorry, my lady.’ ‘Don't tell a word of this.’

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” He pushes you away so hard you have to take a step back and your back hits the door.

“I didn’t want to hurt you!” You say the first thing that comes to your mind.

“Yeah, sorry if I don’t believe that.” You know that he’s still reading your mind, but clearly his anger is only allowing him to see what he wants to.

“And what do you believe? That I should have told you, so you finally have a reason to get rid of me? To be disowned and tossed away?!”

“You should not be lying to your husband!” He shouts, stepping closer to you, until he has you pinned to the door.

“Children-“ The All-Father makes a sorry attempt to stop you from waking up the entire lodge.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have married the goddess of secrecy if you didn’t want her to keep things from you!” You don’t know why you say that, it just slips from your mouth, while your mind spins around the fear of being separated from your child or worse - her being punished for your actions.

You don’t dodge when he hits you, just stay pinned to the door, hoping that his anger won’t spill over to your daughter. Tears run down your cheeks at the thought. “Heimdall-“

“Heimdall!” The All-Father says in a firm voice, he is still holding your daughter and you hope that he will take your side in this, since he had known, but he seems strangely indifferent to the situation and it crosses your mind that he might have been planning this all along. Just having you give birth and then let Heimdall do the rest.

Heimdall turns his head to his father. “You knew.”

“Yes.” Odin says matter-of-factly. “If you want to leave her do so, but don’t settle to mindless violence. I would expect that from Thor, but not you.”

You don’t even know what to say to Odin. This wouldn’t have happened if he did not send you to Svartalfheim in the first place! You look in Heimdall’s eyes as you think this. They are the last you see of Asgard before the ravens take you away.

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“Calmed down yet?”

The All-Father sounds disappointed, and in any other situation that would make Heimdall feel ashamed, but not now. Not when it turned out there was a whole conspiracy against him and his father was a part of it! Eir too!

“If not get out and return when you are.” The All-Father says, as he rocks the soulless baby in his arms.

Heimdall clenches his fists and takes a deep breath. He would not be kicked out for not controlling his emotions. He was not Thor. “I’m alright, All-Father.” He says through gritted teeth. It is not his right to question the All-Father, so he does not ask why he kept his daughter’s state from him for so long. “Is there something that can be done?”

“Yes.” The All-Father nods. “Take Baldur and track the Norns, Y/N had mentioned they had the answers, but refused to give them to her.”

Heimdall knows the door of the All-Father’s study will open, before they do and tries to avoid it by shouting: “Stay out of this, Thor. The clever people are talking.”

It does not help, the door opens anyway and Thor walks in.

“All-Father.” He says.

What follows next is the performance of the longest sentence Thor had ever said, as he insists on accompanying Heimdall and Baldur on their quest. Apparently, he had zero trust in leaving Heimdall’s own child with them and worse, the All-Father allows him to, despite the drunk just crawling his way back from the pub and insulting Heimdall’s parenting skills.

The All-Father returns Bylgja to Heimdall’s arms, before telling them that Niflheim would be the best place to start their search and sending them off to find Baldur.

“Between mother and Y/N, the All-Father seems to be pretty shitty at arranging marriages.” Baldur sees no seriousness in the situation, his mind filled with amusement that makes Heimdall’s skin crawl.

“Shut up.” He snaps, adjusting his hold on his daughter. Baldur is as always relishing in his invulnerability by pissing him off. He used to piss him off even when he was vulnerable, but lately it was getting unbearable. (He tried to fuck his wife on their wedding night for fuck's sake.) He ignores Baldur in favour of warning his other brother of the approaching enemy. “Thor! Ogre at your right!”

Thor throws his hammer, killing the ogre instantly. Of all the Realms the Norns had to choose the Niflheim to stay at this time. Heimdall hated Niflheim, the only realm worse than Niflheim was Helheim.

The moment Mjöllnir returns to Thor’s hand a pack of nightmares spawns around them.

Heimdall quickly realizes the struggle of fighting properly, while holding a newborn, so he uses his foresight to dodge their attacks instead (and Baldur’s attacks too, because he gives no shit about being careful not to hit his allies), cursing, as he tries and fails to draw his sword without nearly dropping his daughter.

Thor notices his struggle and chuckles. Asshole. “Need help?”

“No.” Heimdall snaps back, adjusting his hold on the child, as his brothers finish off the nightmares. He puts his hand under Bylgja’s chin as she throws up, then wipes it off in the snow, more grateful for his foresight now than he was during the whole war.

“You sure? I can tie her to your chest, so you don’t have to keep carrying her.” Thor insists.

It is a tempting offer but since Thor is the one who makes it, Heimdall has to refuse. “No.”

It takes being nearly hit by a revenant for him to see that, maybe, this little humiliation would be worth it in the long run. He foresees the attack, but the revenant is almost as quick as he is and he missteps while dodging it and it’s only Thor’s hand on his back that prevents him from falling down. No need to say that the whole thing is utterly embarrassing.

Baldur meanwhile laughs at the sight, as he sends a frost wave at the revenant. “I knew you liked blondes, Thor, but wow.”

“Hm.” Thor grunts.

While the revenant is distracted Heimdall pushes the child into Thor’s arms. He’s too slow to fight it anyway. “Here- careful.” He can’t say more, even though he has a speech ready, because he foresees another attack coming their direction.

He draws his sword to fend it off. It’s considerably easier when his arms are free and he is soon pushing the revenant back. Not that Baldur would let him have this victory alone - he jumps at the beast from behind ripping its arm off with his bare hands.

At any other time Heimdall would have let the revenant tear Baldur apart, but he does not want to waste time now, so he takes hold of the revenant’s other arm. Before he can rip it off too, Mjöllnir lands on the revenant’s head, killing it instantly.

“Hey! That was my kill!” Baldur shouts at Thor.

“Only because I held it back for you, baby.” Heimdall wipes off the little dirt that he allowed to land on his body.

“How far are they?” He asks Baldur, looking at his daughter in Thor’s arms, fucker can fit her in one hand, otherwise he would struggle with fighting as much as Heimdall did.

“You tell me, future-teller.”

Baldur has a good point but is still a swine. Heimdall looks in the nearest future and only sees more wandering in snow and fighting ogres. Also, Thor tying the baby to him while Baldur is having the time of his life watching them.

“Alright, Thor.” He bites down his embarrassment and reaches for his daughter. “I will need a little help here.”

“Took you long enough.” Thor comments, but leans down to wrap his waist band across Heimdall’s back and Bylgja in the front, pinning her to his chest, while Baldur is laughing and wiping off imaginary tears.

“Can’t you go tracking or something?” Heimdall barks at him.

“Nah, this is too much fun.” Baldur laughs. Heimdall is fully prepared to murder him as soon as he finally finds the Norns and he no longer needs him.

Within the next hour of wandering in the snow it is proven, that it is truly easier to fight off the spawn of Niflheim without having to keep holding Bylgja in his hands and that the humiliation was indeed worth it… Except Baldur’s taunts about it don’t stop coming until Thor threatens that he will tie him to a stone and throw him into the ocean for fish to nibble on. (He is surprisingly creative when it comes to violent threats.)

“She’s so damn silent.” Thor points out the obvious, he is not exactly known for his fast wits – hence why him being good at creative threats is so surprising. “If you jumped like that with Modi at your back, he would be screaming and biting.”

“You don’t say.” Heimdall rolls his eyes. “She’s nothing like your stupid sons.”

“So, you are telling me,” Thor says, “that she did not make a sound since her birth and it took you a month to realize she’s fucked up, because you thought your child is just so much better than others that she doesn’t cry?”

“Absolutely fucking not, what do you take me for!” Heimdall hates that Thor’s right, that’s about what happened.

“That’s so stupid of you, it’s cute.” Thor grins and Heimdall wants to murder him.

“Eat shit, Thor. I would love to see you noticing if Sif was feeding you lies.”

He ‘forgets’ to mention that a Wulver is about to jump on Thor. Grinning, as it bites to his arm, right before Thor smashes its head.

“Not to be interrupting your delicious argument.” Baldur reappears from his short tracking (and pouting) trip in an ice-filled gorge, that Heimdall really hopes is just another dead end. “But Thor is right on this one, Heimdall, you’re an idiot.”

For the lack of anything better, Heimdall throws a piece of ice on Baldur’s head. His brother doesn’t bother dodging, it hits his head and he continues talking as if he did not even notice. “The good news is we are close and that I take no fall damage.” He motions to the chasm. “You see that deliciously bottomless hole back there?”

The hole is very much an abyss, one that likely leads to the core of this realm and appears very dark and unfriendly. Heimdall is not keen on getting any close to it with a baby at his chest… nor without her in all honesty. He looks in the future just to see if Baldur is mistaken again and… he sees them meeting the Norns. Great.

“Fuck..”

“Fuck indeed.” Thor repeats. “But I want to see you make the jump.”

“You will.” Baldur says, turns around and runs forward the abyss.

They both stand still, waiting for him to jump inside and when he finally does, they don’t move either, as there’s a long pause and then – finally – the sound of his meat splashing on the ground.

In a moment of morbid curiosity, Heimdall walks to the abyss and looks down, he can’t see anything but darkness, unfortunately. Thor follows after him, doing the same. From the bottom Baldur makes a sound that Heimdall interprets as “I broke every single bone in my body, but I’m fine.”

“So, do you want to climb on my back or should I hold you bridal style?” Thor grins.

“I can make the climb.” Heimdall rolls his eyes.

He dodges as Thor tries to pick him up anyway.

“C’mon, I’m not waiting for your slow ass to climb down. Who knows how deep that hole is.”

“Yeah, hop on, golden boy, I’m not waiting for ya!” Baldur laughs from the abyss and Heimdall curses their godly senses. At this point he starting to think that he does not actually need a healthy baby. He could always pick up one of his human children if he wanted one – and it would be without all that humiliation.

“You know, if you weren’t holding that baby, I would hang you next to Mjöllnir and be over with it.” Thor reaches for him and Heimdall sighs, letting himself to be picked up.

“Those three cunts better have an answer worth all this.” For the sake of his daughter, he swallows up the humiliation and holds on Thor’s neck.

“Can’t you see if they do?” Thor asks, lifting his hammer.

“Not their words.” Heimdall snaps and that’s the last thing he does before Thor lifts them in the air.

When they land, he immediately jumps off, Thor and tries to wipe his stink off himself. Then kicks Baldur who is laying on the ground, laughing his broken ass off.

“You look truly beautiful together.” Baldur laughs, earning another kick to his stomach from Thor. “Ow, I aaalmost felt that.”

“Get your ass up. If you are a good boy, I will let you kill them after we are done.” Thor says, sounding uncannily too much like the All-Father. Then he turns to Heimdall. “How’s the girl?”

It only then occurs Heimdall that he could check on her - he does so just to find out she’s as blank as always. “Seems fine, only for the little detail of having no soul.” He says sarcastically. Then, thanks to his foresight, adds; “Don’t say it.”

Thor doesn’t listen. “Like my ex.”

“Feeling hilarious today, aren’t we? Let’s get this over with. Just pick him up, until he recovers.”

“Nah, I’m- hey!” Thor takes protesting Baldur by one of his twisted limbs and throws him at his hip. No need to say the sight satisfies Heimdall, after all the humiliation he was put through on their trip. For a good measure, Thor covers his mouth.

“Finally.”

They walk in silence from then. It is easy to find the Norns now, Baldur’s help is no longer needed. Heimdall sees the path in his future and follows their threads until they start dropping from the air and he and his brothers are overwhelmed by them.

“Want some mead before we go in?” Thor asks, drinking some himself. Heimdall does not need to look into his eyes to know his offer is driven by pity. It pisses him off.

“No.” He snaps. He does not wait for his brother to hide the bottle before entering the lair of the Norns.

“The sons of Odin, enter the home of the Norns.” Verðandi’s voice greets them.

Urðr’s voice follows. “You should be more specific, sister. Those are not his only sons – just the ones he had kept – for now.”

“Of course.” Verðandi answers. “His oldest – Thor, who slays at his command, Baldur – the son of Freya, who wished to defeat his fate, now cursed by her attempts. And Heimdall, the all-seeing god, who failed to foresee his firstborn’s death.”

“For someone who works with babies, you for sure are cunts.” Thor says and the (seemingly) youngest of the Norns appears behind them, mocking his words by saying them at the same time he does.

“He has so many questions he wants to ask, but he doesn’t dare to, so he insults us instead.” Verðandi says.

“I could know that myself-“ Heimdall speaks and is interrupted by Skuld’s mockery. “You little shit-“

“That’s how you sound.” Thor chuckles at Heimdall, his hand still covering Baldur’s mouth. “At least you know how shitty that feels now.”

Verðandi speaks before Heimdall can. “Intimidated by those who see further than him, he tries to scare his enemies into giving him his answers.”

“In all honesty,” Heimdall says, firmly, his words once again mirrored by Skuld “I’m not at all impressed by your demonstration of a short-distanced foresight and neither are my brothers.” Oh, how he hated to call them that aloud. Still, he gives the Norns his best smile. “So, if you may, tell us how to save my child and we will leave without doing you any harm.”

“We are not threatened by you, Heimdall Son of Odin.” Urðr says. “We know how this will end and so do you.”

They are right, he sees himself leaving with his child in his arms, as soulless as before, angry but not entirely dissatisfied. They will tell him what he wants to know.

“Then stop your games-“ This time when Skuld comes to mock his words, he catches her by her neck, cuffing her. The witch yelps, as he does so. Poor thing thought she could evade him. “And tell me how to save my child.” He nods to his brothers. “Or I let Baldur eat the little one.”

Baldur lets out a growl through Thor’s hand, confident in his new position of a rapid dog. Heimdall could see in his mind that he blamed the Norns for his blessing-curse as much as he did his mother and he was ready to charge at them as soon as Thor let him go. (And Thor saw it too, it was not that hard to guess, if you spent more than five minutes around Baldur.)

“You won’t kill her.” Urðr says.

“The sons of Odin have as little patience as the All-Father himself did, when he was young.” Verðandi appears as her sister vanishes. “But they won’t cause us harm, they are too loyal to their father and he is too scared of the future.”

“You won’t speak of the All-Father like this.” Heimdall says at the same time that Thor drops Baldur and he charges at the old woman, who disappears in a wave of threads.

“I’m holding her for you, idiot.” Heimdall and Skuld say at once. “Really? Still?” Again, she mocks him.

She dodges as Baldur tries to hit her face, making his fist shoot Heimdall’s direction, he too evades it, but has to move himself – and by that the witch in his hold - a step back. “Careful! Idiot!”

Verðandi shows again. “And while the young ones fight, the eldest brother takes the lead.”

“You know what we want, what do you want in return?” Ignoring her and his brothers, Thor walks forward where Urðr stood a moment ago.

“We want nothing from you.” Urðr appears before him. “But do you want what you ask of us? Does Heimdall truly want the reanimated child to live?”

“Yes!” This time his voice is joined by not only Skuld, but Thor too.

He has to dodge another attack that Baldur misplaces. Being at the edge of his patience limit, he throws Skuld at him. Leaving him to do as he pleases with her and moves to stand next to Thor.

“Here he comes, determined to get what he came for! Or to fulfil his father’s orders perhaps?” Verðandi says. “The big brother grunts in disappointment.”

Thor grunts and Heimdall speaks before he thinks, turning to Thor. “Disappointment-”

“Shut up.” Thor says to him and then turns to the Norns. “He wants it, so what can we do?” Heimdall looks in his mind and sees only that he does not wish for this sentence to be taken out of context - and a hint of worry that Thor has no right to feel.

“Tell me, Heimdall.” Urðr says. “Will you love the girl, even when she grows ugly? There are, after all, consequences for fiddling with the fate.”

“Will she?” He looks back at Urðr. “What consequences?”

Skuld repeats his words again, indicating that Baldur couldn’t pacify her even when Heimdall caught her for him. He is truly only useful for sniffing tracks.

“He will.” Thor answers for him again.

“So, determined. But we are asking Heimdall, Thor.” Urðr says.

Verðandi speaks before he can answer. “He lies, thinking he knows so much better than us.”

“I will.” Heimdall doesn’t really care what he says to the Norns, he can see his own fate well enough.

“And if he doesn’t then I will, satisfied?” Thor adds (and Skuld repeats).

“Pff,” Heimdall scoffs. “You beat your sons from nightfall to dawn and then again. No, thank you.”

“Are you prepared to raise a child on your own then?” Urðr asks. “Or will you ask the All-Father to give you another wife? A new mother just like you had?”

That was a low blow.

“Sure, you can, Heimdall! What are the odds that the All-Father picks a child cursing cunt for the third time!“ Baldur joins them, his grin showing bloodied teeth. Heimdall does not look in his mind to see how he got them, neither he chooses to answer to him.

“I can work it out myself. Any other questions? A riddle perhaps? They suck, I always see the answer beforehand.” He notices that he had unconsciously covered the baby with both of his hands at some point, pressing her to his chest.

“Only the last one; What will you do when she grows up more powerful than the All-Father? When she chooses not to follow his orders? What will you do when we tell you, that she won’t be on your side during the Ragnarök?”

Heimdall is taken back because he did not foresee that, Thor does not answer for him neither.

“Stunned, he stands in silence.” Verðandi comments. “He never thought of his own this way, he does not dare to think outside his father’s wishes – or he might end up like Tyr he thinks.”

“Oh, shut up.” He is ready to charge at the witch, but she disappears before he draws his sword. “I- I will let the All-Father deal with it, the way he wishes to. Is that all?”

Thor only glares at him, Baldur laughs and says “Of course you will, pussy.” Heimdall punches him.

“Let it be then.” Urðr says. “You cannot save the child’s soul – you cannot save what never was. You can only get her a new one – and you will pick one of your other children for that, seeing no other as worthy. The child will die, but its soul will live like a god.”

“A shiver runs down the father’s body, as he listens, but he tries to think pragmatically of it.” Verðandi very much nails what happens inside Heimdall’s head, if only she would do that silently.

“And how shall I anchor the soul in her body?” He asks. “That’s giant magic.”

“You will have to convince one to do it.”

“He looks at his brother-“ Verðandi starts saying, only to be interrupted by Heimdall, whose patience finally ran out.

“Oh, will you shut up?!” He shouts, throwing is hands. “How am I supposed to find one?!”

“You will have to catch one on the Wall.” Urðr mocks him.

“Great, we are leaving.” Heimdall (and Skuld) say.

“He turns away, feeling angry, because it’s easier than to admit he is afraid. But he is not the only one with questions.” Verðandi says. “The oldest can swallow them and leave, long used to keeping his thoughts to himself, but the youngest – he will ask them.”

Thor indeed follows Heimdall’s lead. They can hear Baldur behind them. “How can I break my curse?” He asks.

“You will-“

They do not hear the answer, they walk away and don’t stop until they reach the place they started at, marked by Baldur’s blood on the ground. They wait for Baldur to finish his questioning – and maybe executing, neither of them really cared.

“You still don’t want mead?” Thor asks, untying the bottle from his belt and taking a long swing.

“Leave me some.” Heimdall says in defeat, reaching for the bottle.

Thor gives him the bottle with no other word and Heimdall finishes it off in one swing, although it was still half-full. From behind they can hear Baldur walking forward them.

“And then I thought you had left for the baby-murdering quest without me.” He laughs.

Heimdall throws the now empty bottle at him. “We should’ve just left you to rot here.”

“You should.” Baldur grins. “Oh wait, am I being too feeless?” Before he can say more, Thor grabs him by the head, breaking his neck in one swift move. Then he throws his body over his shoulder.

“Are you coming, or would you rather take the climb?” He asks Heimdall.

“I will climb.” He answers. “But I don’t need her for that.” He starts untying the cloth holding Bylgja and then hands her to Thor. “Take her to Asgard, I will be back with the soul soon.” He answers the question Thor was thinking, but did not (to his own luck) dare to ask.

Thor nods, swings Mjöllnir and flies away. Leaving Heimdall to his thoughts alone. He sighs and starts climbing, the abyss is so deep that he – with his sight – barely sees the exit. At least he has a time to think over his next actions. Acquiring the soul will be easy enough, but the only Giant he knew of that still remained outside Jötunheim was the very one that had cursed his child. Living giant anyway, maybe some of the dead ones could help?

To be continued.. I'm an attention whore who did not want to wait for posting. I'm not sure if this should be posted like this on Ao3 or two separate fics: Heimdall pov and reader pov, so people who don't like x reader can read the Odinsons adventure fic. Tell me your opinion..

#heimdall x wife reader #heimdall #thor #baldur #god of war #my writing

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God of Embarrassment - Loki x GN Reader

Summary: Loki tries to impress you, but it all goes so wrong. So very wrong. Crack fic ahead.

Warnings: Vomit, blood, and so much cringe.

Words: Around 5k

He felt like a damn fool.

And he was madly in love with you.

It all started when he first met you. It truly was love at first sight, at least for Loki. The very first time he saw you, not so coincidentally, was his very first day at the Avenger’s Tower. After redeeming himself with the Avengers, he became a reluctant member of the band of heroes. There weren’t many options for him now that Asgard was gone and even though he always appeared annoyed by Thor and his brotherly love, Loki learned the importance of family after the blip and the chaos that was Thanos. Not that he would ever tell anyone that. Especially Thor.

So, he found himself in front of you; the lovely, most enchanting creature he had ever laid eyes on. You also happened to be the administrative assistant to the Avengers. You were an average human, living amongst gods and super soldiers, but your own ‘not so super’ superpowers always shone bright. Like your unrelenting kindness, ability to remember the littlest details about those around you, and the gift to seemingly predict everyone’s needs before they even know they needed it. Birthdays were never forgotten, favorite snacks never ran out, and any breath of any desire always magically appeared shortly after it was uttered. Frankly, you were magical in your own right.

“Oh, Y/N, this is my brother Loki!” Thor beamed, slamming a large hand on Loki’s back as the younger brother lurched forward by the force. But Loki didn’t even seem to notice. He was just staring at you like a deer in headlights.

“It is so nice to meet you, Loki! We were expecting you. Here is the key to your apartment in the Tower. It is no palace, but it is cozy, I assure you.” You smiled wide at the young prince, extending your hand out with the key. But your hand was left lingering as Loki kept gaping at you without uttering a single word. Norns, your smile was breathtaking.

Meanwhile, in Loki’s mind, his thoughts were going a mile a minute as he cursed at himself for his now lead tongue. Literally, his normally cunning and quick-witted mind was short circuiting by your mere presence.

Just take the blasted key! Lift up your damn arm, extend your hand, and take the key!

Yet, all he did was gulp and stare at you. Thor looked between you and his younger brother, and a knowing smile began to creep on his face. Gingerly, he stepped in for his brother and took the key from your hand. Wingman, Thor, at your service!

“Did you know, dear Y/N, that my younger brother is also a Prince like myself and a master sorcerer?” Thor grinned, elbowing Loki a bit. Still, Loki showed no reaction besides a quick flick of his eyes to his older brother before he resumed staring at you. You shifted a bit, now really noticing his stare. His eyes were so beautiful, but they were also so intense.

“Oh, I didn’t know that. You’ll certainly fit right in then, Loki. Maybe you can show me sometime?”

Ah, this was it! His in. Still, he was frozen to the core like the mountains of Jotunheim. Sweat started to bead on his head. Norns, this is mortifying. Just say something!

Thor seemed to wait a moment, hoping his brother and his heart eyes would snap out of it. But alas, that wasn’t the case. So, Thor decided he had jump in again. That is what big brothers are for, after all!

“Well, he wasn’t always a master sorcerer,” Thor chuckled, rocking a bit on his heels, “I remember when he was first learning magic on Asgard and he was trying to perfect his spell that allows him to change his clothes.”

Oh no, not this story. Why the Hel did Thor think that this story out of all their tales together was the one to tell you?! Loki was internally screaming at his older brother, but all he did was lick his lips as his eyes traced the curve of your cupid's bow.

“He tried the spell and instead of changing his clothes, he lost them! All of them! He was naked as the day he was born, and he had to make his way across the palace completely nude.” Thor’s laughed bellowed against the walls of the Tower as he remembered his younger brother’s embarrassing moment.

And hearing that laugh seemed to be what finally broke Loki out of his trance.

“Yes, it was quite amusing.” Loki said dryly, before snatching his apartment key from Thor’s hand and teleporting out of there. You found the interaction very odd. Even though he only spoke a few words to you, you knew you wanted to hear Loki’s voice again.

And Loki wanted to die from embarrassment. What the hel was wrong with him? Normally, he was known as the charming younger prince. The God of Mischief that could charm anyone and anything into his bed. But with you? He was a bumbling fool, and he was humiliated, replaying his brief interaction with you over and over in his head. Each memory caused him to cringe, and he knew had to redeem himself if he wanted a ghost of a chance with you.

But nothing ever comes that easy for Loki. Embarrassment in all its glory had latched itself onto him like a mortifying poltergeist.

His next interaction with you was just a few days after he moved in, and it fell in his lap like a gift from the Norns. Loki was enjoying a cup of tea in the community kitchen when you sauntered in and much to his surprise and delight, you made yourself a cup of tea too! And you took it just as he did. It was perfection!

“So, you like tea?” Smooth, Loki, smooth. But thankfully, you turned to him, and you flashed him that amazing smile of yours.

“Yeah, I do,” You giggled in response and his heart did a little flip. Could you be anymore adorable?

“Right, me too.” He raised his mug, flashing his signature grin back in your direction. And that seemed to open the floodgates. You talked with Loki for almost a half an hour about your favorite teas and he shared what teas were like on Asgard. The smooth, velvety baritone of his voice had you enchanted, and he did everything he could to make you laugh and smile throughout the whole conversation. This is going so well, he thought!

“Well, it was so nice talking to you again, Loki. I have to get back to work now. We will talk again soon, okay?” You said, still smiling at him. He mirrored your smile, only he was certain he was smiling wider. He didn’t answer, only nodding enthusiastically like an overexcited child. It was slightly embarrassing, but you seemed to find it endearing with the soft look you gave him.

Loki sipped on the remaining drops of his tea, now with a rosy flush to his cheeks and a love-sick smile on his face. You wanted to talk to him again! His heart was soaring. That was until Tony passed by him, doing a double take right in front of the God before peering at him over his blue tinted sunglasses.

“You have something in your teeth, Reindeer Games.” He said bluntly, before leaving the kitchen.

As soon as Tony left, Loki teleported to his room and practically ran to his bathroom mirror.

There, right between his two front teeth, was a large piece of green spinach. Loki stared at himself in the mirror, his mouth agape, as the offending leafy green vegetable stared right back at him. Then it hit him.

He had a whole conversation with you with this stupid piece of spinach in his teeth!

For a half an hour!

You never said a word to him about it. You must have thought he was an ungroomed fool! If he could curse a salad, he would. Frantically, he plucked the piece of spinach out of his teeth and brushed them too for good measure. For a moment, he wanted the depths of Hel to just open and swallow him whole, but then looked at himself sternly in the mirror. SLAP! His large hand slapped the side of his face. He had to get a grip!

“You are Loki, a prince of Asgard! Rightful king of Jotunheim. Burdened with glorious purpose! And you WILL court this mortal and win their heart.” Loki said to himself with renewed confidence. Now, he knew in his heart, that his glorious purpose was you.

And he was gifted with yet another opportunity a few days later.

You sat in the common area, quietly reading a book. Loki had his own book with him, and it delighted to him to no end to see that he shared another thing in common with you. Could you be any more perfect?

After checking his teeth in the closest reflective surface, he plopped right next to you. The confidence from his little pep talk surged within him and he felt brave enough to ask about your book. The butterflies in his stomach were doing backflips when you asked him about his book in return. Your eyes were locked in on him, and he couldn’t help but blush at your attentiveness. You genuinely were interested in his opinions, and he soaked up all your attention like a greedy dry sponge. Eventually, you both fell into a comfortable silence as you read your books next to each other. Until you broke that silence.

“You have the prettiest hair. Can I touch it?” Your question threw him for a loop. Not only did you just call him pretty, but you wanted to touch him! If his face wasn’t red before, it certainly was now. Shyly, he bit his lip, and you couldn’t help but think he was adorable. If only you knew, he was thinking the very same thing about you.

“Of course, Darling.” He could have sworn he saw you flush at the pet name, but his heart didn’t dare to dream. Then, you leaned back and brought your hands to the back of his head. Your fingers carded through his luscious black locks, and it was as soft as you imagined. Without another word, you turned back to your book as you continued your ministrations. Loki tried to do the same, but he found himself reading the same words over and over again as he tried not to purr. Play it cool, Loki!

But then he felt his eyelids grow heavy. He had his very first mission with the Avengers the night before and he got back at the early hours of the morning. He chose to forgo sleeping in hopes of seeing you and now, your gentle caresses were lulling him to sleep. He fought it the best he could, but despite his best efforts he fell into a deep sleep.

It felt like a few minutes at most, but it must have been more as he jolted himself awake. Swiveling his head back and forth frantically, getting his bearings, he thanked the Norns above that you were still sitting next to him. Immediately, he noticed you placed a blanket over him. He felt so cared for, he thought his heart would burst.

And then he felt it. The drool.

Quickly, he wiped the river of slobber that made its way down from his lips and even down his chin with the back of his hand. How humiliating! Gods aren’t supposed to drool! Cautiously, he dared to look over in your direction. You just smiled at him, and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

“Impeccable timing. I have to go back to work, but I hope you had a great nap. It seems like you needed it!” You said this with such sincerity, that he almost forgot about how you saw him slobber all over himself in his sleep. Again, words seemed to escape him, but he managed to let out a nervous, awkward squeak of a chuckle. Charming.

“You should keep your hair like that. It’s cute.” You said, grinning at him, before turning on your heel and leaving. Immediately, he conjured a mirror and it just showed him his look of horror as he scanned over his reflection.

It was the worst bedhead he had ever seen. His hair was wild, and a curl was sticking straight up in the middle of his head. How did this even happen?! He was asleep on the couch, not tossing and turning in bed! If only if he knew that you found his wild curls freaking adorable.

Still looking at himself in the mirror, he could only groan as he weakly fixed his hair. He took great pride in his hair, adorning it in the finest Asgardian oils and maintaining a strict beauty regimen. The groans and frustration only escalated as the offending curl just bounced straight back up, again and again, no matter what he did. Huffing in defeat, he cast an illusion of a pristine head of hair until he could get back to his apartment and fix it.

The Norns apparently wanted to add insult to injury as he was then joined by his older brother. Loki’s brokenness must have been written all over his face, because before he knew it, his older brother had him wrapped in a bone crushing hug. All Loki could do was flail about as his brother tried to comfort him.

“I know things have not been going your way when it comes to Y/N, brother.” Finally, the younger god escaped his brothers grasp and surprisingly, he didn’t find himself running away or retaliating. Instead, he wondered if Thor could help his situation.

“I don’t know why things keep going wrong. I feel like a fool.” Loki breathed out, the defeat dripping in his words.

“Even the wisest of men, can be fools when they are in love.”

Well, that hit him like a ton of bricks. Was he in love with you? Technically, he barely knew you, but he felt like his soul was connected to you in a way he never thought possible. He never felt more drawn to a person before. You were on his mind, day and night, and he just wanted you to be happy. And if he could be the cause of that happiness? Even better. Maybe he was in love, after all.

“I made an opportunity for you, brother,” Thor said with a grin, breaking Loki out of his thoughts.

“And what opportunity is that?” He almost didn’t want to know, but things could only get better from here, right?

“I had suggested that the Man of Iron research us during a battle, with us being gods and all, and I had recommended that Y/N help us with it! It would be a great opportunity to show your skills, brother, and impress them. We can spar and I can even let you win.”

“Thank you for your graciousness, brother.” Loki dryly said with an eyeroll, but he admitted the idea wasn’t that bad. So, the two Asgardian princes came up with a plan for Loki to impress you and win your heart.

Before he knew it, Loki found himself in the training room with his brother, Thor, and you. He felt sparks on his skin as you lightly touched him, placing sensors on his body for the experiment. His breaths came out ragged as he stood bare chested in front of you, and he prayed to the Norns you didn’t notice. Thankfully, if you did notice his breathless pants, you didn’t say anything. He did see your gaze linger on his body just a bit longer than necessary and his chest puffed out a bit in pride at the thought that you found him appealing. But, that pride vanished in an instant when he saw you place the same sensors on his brother’s bare and broad chest. He couldn’t help but smirk though, as he noticed that your eyes never lingered on his brother’s form as they did on his. Maybe he had a chance with you after all.

Now, was his time to shine! If there was one thing he knew he was great at, it was battling and using his magic. While Thor was bulky and strong, Loki was quick and cunning. And Thor did promise he would let him win in order to impress you. But first, he was able to show off his skill as a solo fighter. Summoning his daggers into his hands, he flipped them easily through the air before catching them again. Immediately, he saw your eyes go wide with wonder. Yes, this plan will work out beautifully!

Tony had set up a simulation for the Gods to battle and Loki took on the robotic enemies like they were nothing. Mere child’s play, he thought! Daggers sliced through the air and took out their intended targets with ease. When the robots retaliated and attacked the young prince, he dodged and evaded them with effortless and graceful agility. Loki used his seidr to duplicate himself and in one move, take out most of the attacking robots. Every once and awhile, he would sneak a peek at you, and he noticed that your eyes stayed locked on him even when you clacked away furiously at your computer.

At the end of the simulation, he sauntered over to you, Tony, and Thor who remained on the sidelines. You greeted him with a bright smile and his heart thudded wildly in his chest.

“That was impressive,” You said simply, keeping your eyes locked on him. Again, he saw you rake your eyes over his body, and he thought all breath left him under your shameless gaze.

“Hrghmm.” Loki half whimpered; half grunted. Tony, Thor, and you all threw him looks of confusion and utter bewilderment. What even was that sound?! Norns, it is already starting, and he was doing so well!

“Okay, that was interesting. Anyways, Point Break and Reindeer Games, I want you to spar until one of you taps out. Don’t kill each other, please.” Tony said, peeking over his glasses.

Thor immediately grabbed Loki, who again was staring at you like a frightened animal and dragged him back out to the training room. The older brother brought Loki in close.

“Okay, time to focus, Brother. Do you remember our plan?” Normally, Loki had endless quips and dripping sarcasm reserved just for his brother, but all he could do was gulp and dumbly nod. So, much was riding on this. Weeks of endless embarrassment could be wiped clean if he did this right. After Loki let out a long exhale, the two brothers got into their fighting stances.

The young prince could practically feel your eyes burning into him, watching his every move. His mind raced, as he quickly went over the plan for the fight. The whole sparring match was practically choregraphed. He just had to hit his cues and at the end of it, you would be thoroughly impressed, and he would finally, FINALLY ask you on a proper date. The plan was flawless!

A ding echoed off the training room walls, signaling the start of the sparring match. The two brothers launched themselves at each other, Loki with his speed and Thor with his strength.

Oh no.

Everything was over before it even began. Loki always prided himself on his agility and grace, but after just a few quick steps towards his brother, he tripped over his own feet. The God of Mischief, cunning and swift, TRIPPED and unceremoniously face planted on the mats. He fell with such force, everyone in the room cringed on reflex and yelled out “Ouch!”.

Now, lying flat on his belly, Loki let out a loud groan. The frustration and shame were overwhelming, and his hair kept on falling in his face, until he violently flipped it out of the way with a huff. He felt something wet on his lip and he wiped his face with the back of his hand. Blood. His nose was bleeding. Just wonderful.

“That was real impressive, Reindeer Games. Hard to believe you came down here to take over Earth and rule us as a benevolent God.” Tony teased and Thor just had his head in his hands.

Loki groaned again and flipped on his back and much to his surprise, you were there by his side. Your hands landed on his chest, checking him for further injuries. Loki’s heart swelled at your care and attention. Your heart and soul were truly amazing, he thought. A true angel of the nine realms!

“Are you okay, Loki?!” Your hands gently caressed his face and Loki all but melted before he remembered his true mission.

“WillYouHaveDinnerWithMe?” Loki rushed out, breath heaving. You just looked down at him, confused.

“What was that?”

“ I said…” Loki let out a long breath, eyes screwed shut. He couldn’t dare look at you as he said this. “W-will you h-have din-din-dinner with me?”

The silence between you two felt like an eternity for Loki, but really you had answered almost instantly.

“I would love to.”

“It’s okay. I am not upset. I completely understand that you don’t want to go, and I have no hard feelings.” Loki said, eyes still shut. You rolled your eyes.

“Loki…”

“It’s really fine. I am happy just being your friend. It’s actually an honor, truly.”

You had enough. You grabbed his face between your hands and told him to open his eyes. At first, he shook his head at you, the stubborn thing he is. That is, until you gave him the gentlest kiss to the tip of his nose and immediately his eyes shot open to see you smiling down at him.

“Loki, I said I love to have dinner with you.”

“Really?” He couldn’t believe what he heard.

“Yes, my prince. Really, really.” And he finally noticed that his cheeks weren’t the only ones that were rosy. And you called him your prince?! Even though his face literally felt like it was broken and bruised, his happy grin was the widest it’s ever been.

The evening of the big date was now upon him. He had decided that a dinner in his quaint apartment in the Tower was the safest choice and best way to avoid any more embarrassing mishaps. He certainly didn’t need any more of those with his current track record. The kitchen smelled heavenly as made a homecooked meal for you. It was something simple, roasted vegetables and seasoned chicken. He found the recipe online after getting a crash course on the Internet from the Spiderling, Peter Parker. It was the best he could do after being raised a pampered prince who never had to cook for himself, let alone others. He just hoped that you would appreciate it. Instantly, he scoffed at the thought. Of course, you would appreciate it! You’re the sweetest, most amazing, caring creature he ever had the pleasure of knowing.

And you had agreed to go on a date with him! That thought alone resolidified his resolve and put his anxieties to rest. Until he heard your soft knock at his door, anyways. Then his heart was stuck in his throat as he tried to swallow away his nervousness. He opened the door, and he couldn’t help but gasp. You normally looked lovely in your everyday work attire, but now you were dressed to impress. Everything about your outfit highlighted your best features and your hair was done beautifully. Radiant was the first word to come to Loki’s mind.

“Yo-you look lo-lovely,” Loki stammered, internally cursing at himself. But you paid no mind to his nervousness as you stepped into his apartment like you belonged there. Seeing you in his home, he decided you definitely belonged. Thankfully, the start of the dinner went smoothly from there. You sat across from each other at his little kitchen table, and you talked about anything and everything. Conversation flowed easily and you complimented his culinary skills with eager bites. Loki never felt prouder. This was the best date ever! Hopefully one of many more to come. He blushed at the thought of your relationship continuing to something more serious.

But his thoughts were interrupted when you called his name. Poking a bit at the chicken that was left over on your plate with your fork, your face now had an unreadable look. You had started to feel queasy partway through the meal, but you blamed it on ‘first date jitters’. Then you saw the pink in the chicken you had half eaten. The handsome godly prince, the one you had just complimented on his cooking, hadn’t cooked the chicken all the way. The inside was mostly raw and you hadn’t noticed thanks to the amazing conversation and his handsome face. Apparently, Loki remained unaffected by the meal due to his Godly status.

“Where is your bathroom?” You said with a gulp, saliva pooling in your mouth as your nausea threatened to overtake you right then and there.

“Just down the hall. Are you okay?” Loki’s eyebrows were knitted together in concern and his concern only escalated when he saw you run off down the hall and into the bathroom with the slam of the door. And then came the retching.

Loki took off down the hallway and he softly knocked on the bathroom door, much like how you first started the night. The thought that his cooking made you sick horrified him. Not only did he hurt you, the most precious creature of all the nine realms, but this certainly was the nail in the coffin for the disaster that was his courting attempts. It was all over, and his eyes started to well up at the thought.

You didn’t answer his knocks and so he took it upon himself to go inside. He wasn’t prepared for the sight in front of him; you sweaty, hugging the toilet like your life depended on it, and violently emptying your stomach. In a flash, Loki was by your side, holding your hair out of your face and rubbing your back. Eventually your body settled and you rested your head against the cool porcelain as you caught your breath.

“Darling, I am so sorry.” Loki choked out, now on the brink of tears. Everything has gone so wrong, and he felt so out of control. It was an unsettling feeling. All his life, he felt like things always happened to him; that they were out of his control and now he was experiencing that with you. And it was all his own doing.

“Loki, you couldn’t have known.” Loki just shook his head, furious at himself.

“No, I made you sick and that is unacceptable. I have been nothing but an idiotic buffoon during every interaction with you and still, you grace me with your presence for a date and what do I do?! I give you food that makes you ill! I have never been more embarrassed and ashamed. I cannot apologize enough to you, Dove.”

Loki was practically yelling at this point, tears pooling at the corner of his eyes. The shame he felt was written clearly all over his face. Your heart broke for him. You knew in your heart that everything he did was to try and make you happy, but your relationship was just a series of unfortunate events that he had no control over. It wasn’t anything you would fault him for. So, you reached for him and gently cradled his cheek with your hand.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. These things happen. Frankly, I felt like a fool most of the time around you too.” Loki’s eyebrows shot up so quickly; the shame now becoming blatant shock. He never thought that YOU would ever feel embarrassed around him.

“Really?!” A giggle bubbled out of you, despite your sickly state, and it gave Loki just a sliver of hope that he could turn this around.

“Yep,” You simply said, with a slight pout that Loki found so adorable. “Think about it. You are a prince! Literally a God! And you wanted to talk to me of all people? I am so…. average. And wanted to go out with me? I thought I was going to pass out every time you talked to me! You probably didn’t notice because you had your own problems to deal with. And now I am puking my guts out in front of you? Real attractive.” Now, it was Loki’s turn to laugh. ‘Problems’ was an understatement!

Loki looked you in the eyes with such reverence and adoration that it made your heart skip and momentarily forget the ongoing churning in your stomach.

“Darling, you are anything, but average. You are truly an angel among us and it is such an honor to simply know you and be in your presence. So much so, that I become a bumbling, lovestruck fool whenever you are around,” He let out a breathless laugh. Does this man know how cute he is?! “And don’t mind the vomit. I have seen far worse and somehow you even managed to make that endearing.”

Now, your face was beat red, and you couldn’t help but giggle and bite your lip. He was lovestruck? You knew he obviously had it bad for you, but this? This was a total dream. While, minus the uncooked food and spewing your guts out.

“Loki, by any chance do you have a spare toothbrush I could borrow?” Loki felt his heart crack slightly He was totally thrown off by your question. Maybe his romantic confession didn’t have the effect he intended? Maybe you just wanted to be friends?

“Yes, Dove, I do. Why?” And you flashed him the sweetest smile he had ever seen.

“Because I would love to kiss you.”

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