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heliads · 2 years

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Hi, Lisa, me again. I swear I don't normally send in another request when someone isn't even done with my first one (which is not meant to dig at you, I swear), but I have seen other people do it so I'm, like, assuming you're okay with it? If you're not, though, feel free to yell at me and throw this request out, it's not a big deal.

Okay, so I had an idea for a platonic Loki x Reader where Loki is actually held in Avengers Tower after the Battle of New York, instead of going back to Asgard. The Reader, a teenage Avenger who's kind of an awkward bookworm, is warned to stay away from him, but eventually they're super curious and bring him food in his cell as a kind of olive branch. Loki doesn't take it or talk to them at first, but they keep coming back to give him food and to get a quiet place to read, and eventually Loki starts to talk to them. Over time, they become genuine friends, with the Reader lending Loki books to read and Loki telling them about Asgard, and the Reader starts to see all the pain and hurt Loki really feels, and sees that he isn't really the monster they initially fought during the Battle.

However, their friendship is eventually found out, and the Avengers tell the Reader they can't visit Loki anymore, assuming he's trying to manipulate them. The Reader tries to stick up for Loki and tells the team the kind of person they've learned he is, but the team doesn't listen. After a week, Thor goes to visit Loki to tell him off for trying to manipulate the Reader, only to find him genuinely upset because he thinks the Reader doesn't want to be friends with him anymore. Realizing that Loki genuinely thought of the Reader as a friend, Thor tells the rest of the Avengers, and they agree to let the Reader talk to him again. Maybe the story ends with them finally letting him out of his cell since the Reader has softened him up, and the Reader introducing him as their friend?

Okay, whoo, this was a long one (😂). Again, if you don't want to write this or I wasn't supposed to send in more than one request, feel free to just throw this out, that's totally fine! Have a great day!! ❤️❤️

- Raven

no i literally love you and your requests, this one was so fun!

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You are curious, insatiably so. You’re also in the exact place you’re not supposed to be- namely, traipsing around the corners of Avengers Tower in the hopes of finding Asgard’s youngest prince. You have been told by multiple members of the Avengers, sometimes at the same time using the exact same words, that you are to stay away from Loki Odinson, no matter what.

This is precisely why you’re trying to find him now. Look, you can’t just go up to somebody and tell them not to find the god of mischief. Wouldn’t anyone want to see what the guy looks like when he’s not putting on a performance? Sure, he tried to kill all of you, but it’s not like that’s a rarity around here. No, you want to find him, and find him you shall, even if it means you have to hide from security cameras like you’re some kind of cat burglar.

It’s surprisingly empty. During the first couple of days after the Chitauri invasion, practically every square block of New York City was on high alert. They were pulling S.H.I.E.L.D. agents out of nowhere, all tasked with making sure nothing like that happened again. Once people realized that the Chituari were a one time deal, though, everyone cooled down.

This is why you’re able to casually stroll around the cell block without getting stopped. That, and the fact that you are technically an Avenger, although your age would probably lead to you getting escorted out if people really noticed you were here. You’re not sure what it is about being under the age of twenty, but the second you mention the fact that you’re still a teenager, people freak out.

Apparently, some of them have at least a few morals left, and they like to feel better about themselves by keeping you out of trouble, so to speak. You have no doubt that your age heavily contributed to the fact that you’re a de facto Avenger and not just sequestered in yet another S.H.I.E.L.D. holding cell along with the rest of their inhumans and general threats.

You’ll probably be found out eventually, but your curiosity has won over the strongest of your doubts. To put it simply, you want to figure out what makes a villain, and Loki is your best shot at uncovering this whole mystery. He is the epitome of an enemy of the Avengers, and for that reason, he’s utterly fascinating. No questions about it, hovering outside Loki’s cell is exactly where you want to be.

At last, you come across it. They’ve put Loki in a similar glass-walled cell as before. He sits listlessly on the floor, no longer posing and posturing as he had back when they put him in a locked room the first time. Then again, during that point he was still waiting on reinforcements and an entire plan to take over the world that none of you knew about.

Right now, he’s defeated, both physically and mentally. There is nothing that Loki can do to get out, no mind controlled minions or alien guns ready to break him out. There’s no reason for him to waste his energy on trying to look good, not when everyone on your team has proved themselves more than capable of taking him down.

You linger at the edge of the hallway, just around the corner from Loki’s cell. You’ve made sure to stay in the shadows, so there’s no chance that he can see you, not in the slightest. You are practically invisible, a thief in the night, a spy monitoring its prey, and— oh God, he’s seen you.

You fling yourself back against the wall, but the damage has been done. When you peer cautiously back around the corner, Loki is regarding you with a level stare, neither interested nor antagonistic. He knows that you’re there, but he doesn’t care enough to do anything about it.

Well, you can work with that. Just in case, you’ve brought a peace offering/bribe with you, and you force yourself out into the open under the guise of bringing it to him. There’s a compartment that slides in and out of one of the glass walls of the cell, not unlike the boxes they use to ferry money back and forth between customers and bank tellers. You put your sacrificial item in the box and send it over to Loki’s end.

His brow furrows almost imperceptibly. You fumble for the right words, although even your split second’s hesitation doesn’t really do a lot for you.

“It’s, uh, food. For you. You can eat it.” You realize you’re rambling and fight off the urge to throw up awkward finger guns just to sell the whole thing.

To his credit, Loki doesn’t react to that terrible display of communication skills, just rises mechanically and retrieves the baked good you’ve offered him. It’s a pretzel roll from one of the S.H.I.E.L.D. staff rooms. Over your time at the Avengers Tower, you’ve had your time to sample the food offered for free, and you can staunchly speak in favor of the pretzel rolls. Fantastic every time, they are.

You feel oddly pleased with yourself when Loki takes the food, and mumble something about having to go before leaving the room as quickly as you can. You have no idea what he thinks of you, but at least you tried, right?

You end up returning the next day, this time a book in hand. Loki’s eyes flash hopefully to the novel, but this one is for you. As it turns out, it’s really hard to find a quiet place to read when all the Avengers seem to take your closed door as a sign that they should come charging in for a nice, overextended conversation. It’s like your parents, but tenfold.

Last time you were here, you couldn’t help but notice how blessedly quiet it was. This is, of course, due to the fact that no self respecting agent would have their important conversations in the room of Loki’s cell, but it’s still useful for you. You drag a chair over to the corner of the room, just outside the view of the security cameras, and start to read.

You learn pretty quickly that you have to keep your eyes firmly trained on your book, because if you allow yourself to be anything other than hooked on the current story, you’ll feel the full magnitude of Loki’s gaze boring into you. When you dare to look up for a moment or two, you notice that he’s staring at you as if he’s trying to light your hair on fire.

You consider sticking your tongue out at him to get him to stop, but no, you’re trying to be cool and mature about this. Instead, you elect for the far better option of just ignoring him, even though you’re the one who’s in his room instead of the other way around.

About an hour and a half into your reading, Loki finally speaks. “Why are you here?”

You glance up at him. “It’s quiet,” you say, “I wanted to read.”

He nods once, settling back into his same state of solitude. You half expect him to ask another question, even about who you are or why you brought him food the other day, but he doesn’t say a thing, not even when you leave another forty five minutes later.

The next time, though, you’re determined to get at least some sort of reaction. You come bearing gifts once again, this time a particularly good sandwich from a cafe across the street. Loki seems vaguely confused about the whole thing, but you insist that there’s a time and place for a good sandwich, and this is it. He does seem to like it, which is simply what you deserve.

You finish your book earlier than you expected, and start to pack yourself up the second you hit the last word. Just before you can disappear, though, you hear a quiet voice echoing out of the glass cell in the center of the room.

“What book were you reading?”

You glance almost self consciously towards the spine as you walk back to Loki’s cell. “Oh, nothing much. Just something I’ve had on my ‘to be read’ list for, like, forever.”

He looks cross. “That isn’t remotely helpful, you know.”

You roll your eyes. “My bad. Lord of the Rings, the first one. I’ve been meaning to watch it for a while, ever since I saw the movies.”

At his quizzical glance, you elaborate. “Fantasy, adventure, that sort of thing. A group of people go on incredible journeys in order to prevent certain doom from befalling their homeland. There’s genuine comradery, true love, excellent languages, that sort of thing.”

Loki inclines his head. “Was it good?”

You smile in spite of yourself, reliving the adventure you’ve just had. “Marvelous.”

He seems interested in that. “You have finished, have you not? You could leave it here.”

Loki does his best to appear utterly unconcerned about the last statement. For all you know, he could care less about the book, some mortal story that’s likely far subpar compared to all the mythologies of Asgard. Still, the facts are that he’s been locked in this cell with nothing to occupy his time for weeks now. He’s probably desperate for some sort of entertainment.

So, before you can stop yourself, you slip the book into the cell. Loki picks it up, curious, then nods at you in gratitude. “See you tomorrow,” he says, and you repeat the same sentiment before turning away so you can hide your grin.

Indeed, by the time you show up the next day, Loki is waiting for you expectantly.

“How many of these books are there, did you say? Additionally, what kind of fellows are the hobbits, are they real? And why is Tom Bombadil so bizarrely strong compared to the others?”

You chuckle. “See, I knew you’d like it. Hobbits are just an invention of the author’s imagination, much like the rest of the creatures in the book.”

Loki frowns. “But the author speaks of elves and dwarves, and those are common in our lands.”

You take a half step forward, delighted. “Really? Have you seen them?”

Loki’s face is the picture of innocence. “Yes, and they’re known to feast on talkative children such as yourself.”

You give him a look. “I’m not a child.”

Loki arches a brow. “No? Is that why you’ve been hiding around so none of the others know you’re here?”

You feel yourself grow displeased with the state of the conversation. “I’m still one of the guys who managed to put you in this cell. Don’t forget that.”

Loki spreads his hands magnanimously. “Ah, how could I? I’d bow for Your Exalted Highness, but I don’t have that much room in here.”

You look away. “Alright, alright. Stop being so sarcastic.”

His grin is as sharp as a blade. “You’re speaking to the God of Mischief, child. You might as well ask the winter’s wind to stop producing such a chill.”

You glance back at him, and notice that he’s smiling proudly. You can’t help but picture Tony in your head, like whenever the man makes a particularly terrible joke and can’t help but feel pride in everyone else’s rolled eyes. Loki doesn’t mean a thing by it, does he?

“It’s a good thing that I have the second book with me, don’t I? Then again, I’d hate to deprive a god of his natural state of boredom.”

Loki casts his gaze over to your bag the second you mention the book, although he does his best to pretend as if he hadn’t done a thing. “That’s an interesting point to bring up. Take pride in tormenting others, do you?”

You grin. “So melodramatic. I’m handing it over now.” You don’t know that you’ve ever seen him so pleased.

Thus begins a rough friendship at first. It stalls and starts at first, when you can’t quite read Loki’s moods. Sometimes, you come in on the wrong day, after S.H.I.E.L.D. tries to speak to him and he’s sick of all mortals, including you. As the days go by, though, he grows more and more accustomed to you.

The two of you have discussions on all sorts of things, books and stories and real adventures that Loki had lived through on Asgard. He doesn’t speak of his home often, and every memory seems tainted by a flicker of pain. After a while, you realize that he regrets leaving, or at least he regrets not being able to return home in some way. You think you’d hate it too, knowing that you were once a child of the grandest palaces and are now locked away in a mortal’s glass box.

Truth be told, you think there’s far more to Loki than meets the eye. Each day promises a new chance to get to know him, and you start looking forward to each day’s conversations. Sometimes, you’re there for hours; other times, just a handful of minutes, all depending on the day. Regardless of the scheduling limits, though, you always have a good time, and you swear that he does too. Something tells you that it might be the first time someone has truly listened to him in quite a while.

So, if you start being careless in your haste to get to his cell, that’s no one’s fault but your own. And, when it’s been about a month of your visitation hours and you begin to head down to Loki’s cell only to find the way blocked by the Avengers standing outside the hall leading to the cell, you realize too late that you’ve been running on blind hope for too long. Of course they’d notice, they’re monitoring him for a reason. It was a blessing to have this much time.

The Avengers lead you back to a central living room so you can have the lecture you’ve been waiting on for a while. Tony starts first.

“Listen, Y/N, you know we’re glad to have you around. You’re a bright kid, which is why I think I speak for all of us when I say that I am stunned that you would make such a bad choice as this one. Loki manipulates people, it’s what he does best. Why would you willingly spend time with him? You have no idea what he’s trying to get you to do.”

You open your mouth to speak, but Tony holds up a hand and keeps going. “Before you even start with the excuses, know that we are genuinely just trying to protect you. You’re one of us, kid, but that means you have to stay away from people who could hurt all of us. Loki is one of those people.”

You sigh. “It’s not like that, Tony. Loki is not who you think he is.”

Bruce scoffs. “Who else could he be? He tried to take over New York, if not the entire world. There’s nothing more to him than a killer.”

You glance over at Thor. “Do you believe that?” The golden prince, however, stays silent.

Natasha takes up the charge. “We’ve been thinking, and what’s best is that you won’t be visiting Loki anymore. We just can’t take the risk that he’ll do something to mess with you. I mean, he already brainwashed Clint, and we just managed to get him back. We don’t want anything like that to happen to you, alright?”

You shake your head. “No, it’s not alright. I know you’re not going to listen to me, but I swear, Loki is not entirely a bad guy. Yeah, he’s done awful stuff, but I don’t think he was acting on his own free will.”

Steve folds his arms across his chest. “What do you mean by that?”

You gesture helplessly. “Thor, what color are Loki’s eyes?”

Thor frowns. “Green, but I don’t see why that matters.”

Your lips purse. “It matters because I was watching S.H.I.E.L.D. recordings of the Chitauri invasion, and in all of them, Loki’s eyes were blue. I think it wasn’t just Clint who was being controlled by somebody, maybe Loki was as well. I mean, look at the guy. During the first couple days we had him in custody, he was practically motionless. He seemed in terrible shape. I think someone or something forced him to do all that.”

Tony groans. “Y/N, I get that you don’t want to be in trouble, but you have no proof of any of that. Maybe the colors on the cameras were wonky, we don’t know. It’s not enough to claim that Loki, a literal god, was being mind controlled. I know you always want to see the best in people, but it just doesn’t work with Loki. We appreciate your efforts, but this is done. Visitation hours from this point forward are over.”

That doesn’t mean that you don’t try to see Loki, but every time you sneak over to the cell blocks, the guards outside the rooms have quadrupled. You walk with as much confidence as you can muster, but they block your path every time. You can assume that they’re acting on orders to keep you away, but that doesn’t mean you have to like it.

About a week after the fateful conversation, however, Thor comes knocking at your door. You glance at him balefully, but he doesn’t seem here to condescendingly ask if you’re alright, not like the others.

Instead, he makes his way inside once you acknowledge him, and looks around the room as if not willing to be overheard.

“We were speaking with Loki today,” he says, “It didn’t go well. Usually, he’s been at least apathetic to our attempts at conversation. Sometimes, he’ll even play along. Not today, though. He was glaring at us from the moment we walked in. He seemed almost betrayed.”

You glance at Thor, confused. “Why? What happened?”

Thor points a knowing finger your way. “You happened. Or, more specifically, you didn’t happen. My brother, as much as he hates to admit it, has always needed someone around to listen to him. It used to be my mother or me. For the past month, I believe it has been you. He was furious, and then I told him that we barred you from visiting. After that, he was angry, but in a different way.”

You nod slowly, hardly daring to say a word. Luckily, Thor continues without need for input.

“I don’t know how I feel about the mind control idea, but I do not enjoy seeing my brother in this manner. I just wanted to let you know that I am going to go talk to the other Avengers about stopping this ban on your visits. I believe your talks were doing him well, and doing more than I seem able to manage.”

You wonder if Thor regrets this distance between him and his brother, even though there’s obviously not a whole lot he can do about it.

“I hope you can convince them otherwise,” you offer.

Thor nods contemplatively. “I do as well.”

Thor’s word is good. The next day, you’re approached by the rest of the Avengers, who tell you that they’ve decided to go along with Thor’s idea and allow you to talk with Loki again. In fact, they’re going to let him out of his cell in select intervals, just to see if you were right about there being more to the whole scenario than meets the eye.

Right now, you’re walking down the halls of the Avengers complex, an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. beside you. She’s been a good friend of yours for a while, although she’s busy more often than not with lab work.

Your friend glances at you quizzically. “You seem to be in a good mood. Have you gotten a promotion or something?”

You laugh. “No, I just get to spend more time with another friend of mine. We should be approaching him soon, actually. You’ll love him, Jemma.”

Your friend frowns. “Who’s your friend?”

You grin. You enjoy few things in life like messing with your friends, and you know for a fact that saying the name currently waiting on the tip of your tongue will shock your friend like nothing else.

“Loki Odinson.”

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anonymousewrites · 2 years

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Portal to My Heart (Book 2) Chapter One

Chapter One: Under Arrest

Previously…

“Hand it over,” ordered an agent, reaching for the Tesseract’s case.

“Get your hands off me!” exclaimed Stark. Suddenly, he began gasping and choking. The case fell from his hands, and he collapsed to his knees. His reactor wasn’t glowing like it usually did; it was dimmer.

“Stark?” questioned Pierce.

“Stark?” exclaimed Thor worriedly.

Many of the agents in the room surrounded the man as he convulsed on the floor.

“He’s convulsing! Give him air!” said (Y/N), taking a few steps closer. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Crowding Stark wouldn’t help him. “Medic!” she called.

An agent near her also cried out for medical attention. “Give these guys some help!”

Suddenly, the Tesseract’s briefcase was pushed by an unseen force across the ground. (Y/N) and Loki watched it go by, surprised that nobody had moved it or seen, even in the commotion. The agent by (Y/N) grabbed it and began to walk away.

“Hey, wait a minute—.” She went to go after him, but a guard got in her way.

“Ma’am, Mr. Secretary has requested you remain here for the time being,” said the agent.

“You guys are all fucking idiots,” she said. However, (Y/N) didn’t continue after the case because of the loaded gun and taser in the agent’s belt. She didn’t say anything because she didn’t trust these men with the Tesseract and whatever lowlife was taking it would be tracked down soon enough (and these morons needed to learn to do their jobs). So, (Y/N) simply watched as the suspicious agent took the Tesseract over to the stair door and reached for the handle.

Hulk burst through suddenly, throwing the agent and case to the side. The briefcase broke open as it hit the ground, and the Tesseract slid across the ground, stopping at Loki’s feet. Loki looked down in surprise.

“No stairs!” roared Hulk, causing another distraction on the other side of the room.

More attention was drawn from the small group in the middle. Loki glanced to one side and then the other. (Y/N) followed his gaze. The pair made eye contact.

“Oh, don’t you dare,” said (Y/N). She could see the smirk in his eyes.

Loki reached down and grabbed the Tesseract. A cloud of dark blue and grey smoke appeared behind him. He winked at her.

I’m going to regret this.

As Loki felt the portal fold over him, transporting him to another land, (Y/N) jumped in. She wouldn’t let him get away now after all he’d done. Somebody would have to keep an eye on him (not to mention, this was a perfect escape from SHIELD and Pierce and whoever else would try to use her more). The doorway closed as she entered. They were gone.

Oh, boy. What did I just get myself into?

The portal opened into the sky, sending Loki and (Y/N) into a freefall. Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuck! (Y/N) tumbled through the air next to Loki before crashing into the sand. Groaning, she rolled over and sat up. She spat sand out of her mouth and glared at her unwanted travel companion. “Where the hell did you take us?”

Throwing his muzzle to the side, Loki sat up. He surveyed the land. “I honestly just wanted to avoid being captured.”

(Y/N) threw her hands up in annoyance. “Great! So you have no idea where we are. This is just perfect.” She stood and brushed sand from her pants.

Loki glared at her. “My apologies, but if you didn’t want to come, you needn’t have followed me.”

(Y/N) arched an eyebrow and scoffed. “Listen, if there’s one thing worse than being with you, it’s you running around by yourself causing trouble. Plus—” She sighed in aggravation. “—I didn’t really feel like running the risk of becoming a lab rat.”

“Ah, so we both needed an escape. As you can see, I have provided us that.” Loki stood and gazed imperiously at her. “You should be thankful.”

“Thankful?! We’re in the middle of the fucking desert!” hissed (Y/N). “There’s nowhere to hide, and trust me, the government will find us here.”

Loki frowned, knowing she was right. He turned around to look around. He pointed to a small caravan of people trekking away from a distant village. “Perhaps we can begin by soliciting assistance there?”

(Y/N) shielded her eyes and squinted. She didn’t have godlike sight, so she couldn’t quite make out the people. “Fine, let’s go.” She grabbed the Tesseract before Loki could and began walking across the dunes, not waiting for him.

Huffing, he caught up to her. “Are you always going to be this temperamental or will your mood improve at all?”

“Oh, it’ll improve. When I’m away from you,” snipped (Y/N).

Loki scowled. “I do believe I feel the same way.”

“Wonderful. We both have motivation to get out of here.”

They stopped in front of the people. (Y/N) raised her hand in greeting (whether they spoke her language or not, waving was pretty much universal). Loki, however, jumped onto a nearby rock and looked proudly down at the group.

“I am Loki of Asgard,” he announced. “And I am burdened with glorious purpose.”

(Y/N) deadpanned. Seriously?

“Чи хэн бэ?” asked a woman. “Та яагаад манай гэрт ирсэн юм бэ?”

(Y/N) recalled the course she took on languages at SHIELD (she could remember very little of any of them, but she might recognize what language this way, which would help her know where they were). She came up blank. I really should’ve paid more attention…

“I…” Loki looked around, confused.

As he did, a doorway of amber light opened up. Armored people stepped through, holding what were likely weapons. (Y/N) tensed and watched them with wary apprehension. They approached and tried to wrench the Tesseract from her. Blue light surrounded her and pushed the officers back. They held up their batons like guns (As (Y/N) suspected, they were weapons). Azure sparks still crackled around her in warning. A woman stepped forward and surveyed the scene.

“Appears to be a standard sequence deviation,” she said. She observed a small device in her hands. “Branch is growing at a stable rate and slope.” She looked at (Y/N) and Loki. “Variants identified.” She held out a hand to (Y/N). “Hand over that object.”

“Um, no?” (Y/N) tightened her grip on the Tesseract. The blue glow brightened dangerously.

“I beg your pardon,” said Loki, stepping in front of his beloved Tesseract to protect it.

“On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I hereby arrest you for crimes against the Sacred Timeline,” said the officer. Around her, weapons powered up. “You’re coming with us.” She glanced at the energy flickering around (Y/N). “Back down.”

“Who’s ‘us?’ ” questioned (Y/N).

The officer turned on her own baton. “Last chance, Variants.”

Loki chuckled and scoffed. “It’s been a very long day, and I think I’ve had my fill of idiots in armored suits telling me what to do—” (Y/N) nodded “—so, if you don’t mind, this is your last chance.” His eyes darkened with seriousness.

The officer struck lightning quick. Time seemed to slow around Loki as he fell backwards. She then snapped a collar around his neck. If she wasn’t about to be attacked, (Y/N) would have laughed as Loki’s facial muscles rippled. Instead, she focused on the energy flowing through her. Whatever her powers were, holding the Tesseract was activating them in a way she herself could not do alone. (Y/N) held out a hand. She released the power. A blast of energy sent several agents scattering.

“Put down the object,” said the woman. She held the glowing end of her baton to Loki’s still-slowly-falling body. “I won’t ask again.”

(Y/N) narrowed her eyes. Whatever that weapon did, it was probably bad. And as much as Loki annoyed her…he had his decent moments, and (Y/N) wasn’t a monster. She wasn’t going to pointlessly let him die (after all, those weapons may cause death). The sapphire energy died down around her. Warily, an officer walked up and took the Tesseract from her. A collar matching Loki’s was secure around her neck. Two agents grabbed her arms; another two hauled a now-normally-moving Loki to his feet.

“Reset the timeline,” ordered the woman in charge.

As (Y/N) and Loki were escorted through the amber doorway, they looked back as a small orange capsule was set on the ground. It began to turn a dark purple color, but before they could see what would happen, they were pushed through the door.

(Y/N) looked around her. She was in a strange waiting room that was orange and gold all around. Officers were escorting people with collars like her own to different areas of the room.

“Where are we?” asked (Y/N).

Loki didn’t speak, instead making a run for it, but the officer in charge just sighed and clicked a button. Loki reappeared next to them where he had been a moment before. He attempted the same thing, and the cycle repeated.

“Come on,” said the officer, grabbing his arm while her associate grabbed (Y/N)’s. They led them to the desk in the middle of the room.

“H-Hello, ma’am, uh…” the secretary held out a clipboard.

“Log this as evidence,” interrupted the agent, putting the Tesseract down. She began leading Loki and (Y/N) away again.

“Oh…Can you at least tell me what it is?” called the secretary.

“It’s the Tesseract. Be very careful with it,” hissed Loki.

“It sounds dumb…” said the man.

The female agent opened the door to an elevator.

“Know this,” said Loki. “You cross me, there are deadly circumstances.”

“We’ll see,” said the agent, pushing him in. She then opened another elevator.

(Y/N) eyed it warily. “Where will it take me?” The officer said nothing and began pushing her in. (Y/N) stood her ground. “I said: Where will it take me?” Her eyes narrowed.

“You’ll find out soon.” The officer shoved her in. The doors snapped shut.

(Y/N) huffed angrily. In front of her, a strange yellow robot turned on. A little face smiled at her. Its hands began to pull at her clothes.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” She slapped the arms away. “Hands off, buddy! If there’s some sort of weird cult-y uniform or whatever to wear, hand it to me, and I’ll change into it myself.”

The face blinked at her. Obviously, its programming couldn’t understand her. It raised an arm where an amber beam glowed. “Hold very still.” It zapped her clothes off.

(Y/N) crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Your programmers need to update your language-processing program.”

The floor opened up underneath her. She gasped as she fell. When she landed (roughly), she was in a tan jumpsuit with “TVA” in orange stitched on the front.

The designers of this need to be fired.

In front of her, there was a desk with a perky woman sitting behind it. She slid a stack of papers forwards.

“Hi! Please sign here to verify this is everything that you’ve said in your life!” she chirped.

“Excuse me?” (Y/N) frowned in confusion. A small printer nearby spit out another page.

“Oh! We got another one!” The lady added the page to the stack. “Sign here, dearie!” She held out a pen.

(Y/N) sighed and signed (there was nothing else to do). She fell through another trapdoor. This time, she was prepared and landed more elegantly. She looked curiously at the TSA scanner-like doorway. A man stood on the other side with a clipboard.

“Please confirm to your knowledge that you are not a fully robotic being, were born an organic creature, and have what many cultures would call a ‘soul,’ ” he said.

“Well, I’m glad the phrase ‘to my knowledge’ was added because I’m questioning everything now,” said (Y/N).

The man frowned. “Is that a confirmation…?”

“Yeah, I think I was born an organic creature,” said (Y/N).

“Please step through the doorway then.”

She walked through. A flash of light appeared, and a small polaroid printed from the side of the doorway.

“What’s that?” asked (Y/N), looking at the small picture. Most of it was blue with a bit of green at the edges and warmer colors in the center.

“Your temporal aura. Now, continue on through those doors.” The worker pointed to a door, which was sliding open.

(Y/N) paused. “What would have happened if I wasn’t an…‘organic creature?’ ”

“You would’ve been melted from the inside out,” said the man.

“Oh, how nice,” deadpanned (Y/N). This place is so weird…

(Y/N) stepped out, and the door closed behind her. She was in a room with airport-like lines and a place to take a number. At the same time, Loki emerged from the other pair of doors. He had the same jumpsuit as her.

“You too?” observed (Y/N).

“Unfortunately,” replied Loki.

“What is this, a deli?” questioned a young man with the same uniform and collar as them. “No,” he said to a guard. Without grabbing a tab, he walked into the line.

(Y/N) and Loki stepped up.

“Take a ticket,” ordered the guard.

“There’s literally only three of us,” pointed out (Y/N).

“Take a ticket,” repeated the officer.

“Of course, you can’t even keep track of three people,” sneered Loki while rolling his eyes. Still, he and (Y/N) took tickets and stepped into the queue. As they walked, Loki huffed angrily before yelling. “This is a mistake! We shouldn’t be here!”

The PA system buzzed on. “Hey there!” chirped a southern accent. “You’re probably saying, ‘This is a mistake. I shouldn’t be here.’ ” A TV turned on where an animated clock flew onscreen. “Welcome to the Time Variance Authority. I’m Miss Minutes, and it’s my job to catch you up before you stand trial for your crimes.”

Crimes? (Y/N) raised an eyebrow.

“So let’s not waste another minute,” continued Miss Minutes. “Settle in, sharpen your pencils, and check this out.” The TV screen switched to an animated picture of stars. “Long ago, there was a multiversal war.” Ships were depicted fighting each other. “Countless unique timelines battled each other for supremacy, nearly resulting in the total destruction of, well, everything.” An explosion occurred, leaving the screen black until three robed figures were shown. “But then, the all-knowing Time-Keepers emerged, bringing peace by reorganizing the multiverse into a single timeline, the Sacred Timeline. Now, the Time-Keepers protect and preserve the proper flow of time for everyone and everything.”

Oh, yeah, because three super-powerful beings deciding what should and shouldn’t happen are just out to help the world. What guarantee is there that they aren’t just dictators? (Y/N) rolled her eyes. Too much power is dangerous in anyone’s hands.

Onscreen, an animated man is walking along the street. “But sometimes, people like you veer off the path the Time-Keepers created.” The man snuck off onto a red road. “We call those Variants. Maybe you started an uprising, maybe you were late to work. Whatever it was, stepping off your path created a Nexus Event.” A small arrow pointed to where the white road and red road diverged.

Just accidentally not doing what you’re “supposed to” becomes a crime? When you don’t even know you’re supposed to do something? That’s fucked up…

“Which, left unchecked, could branch off into madness, leading to another multiversal war. But, don’t worry, to make sure that doesn’t happen, the Time-Keeper’s created the TVA and all its incredible workers. The TVA has stepped in to fix your mistake and set time back on its predetermined path.”

So taking away people’s free will and punishing them for making their own choices is “good?” (Y/N) narrowed her eyes. This entire place is built on bullshit. Even if people believe it’s real, there are so many things wrong here…

“Now that your actions have left you without a place on the timeline, you must stand trial for your offences. So sit tight, and we’ll get you in front of a judge in no time. Just make sure you have your ticket, and you’ll be seen by the next available attendant,” said Miss Minutes. “For all Time.”

“Always,” finished the voices of many people before the TV switched off.

Loki scoffed. “Time-Keepers? Sacred Timeline? Who actually believes this bunkum?”

“For once, we agree,” said (Y/N). “It would suck if it was all true and you ended up being right.”

Loki frowned. “What?”

“ ‘Freedom is life’s great lie,’ ” quoted (Y/N). “When you first arrived. It would suck if that ended up being true.”

“Yes, I suppose it would.” I didn’t think she’d remember those things I said. I barely do…Not that I particularly enjoy remembering when I couldn’t quite control myself. After all, freedom is something I cherish.

“Ticket, sir?” asked a guard at the desks.

“He didn’t give me a ticket. I asked,” lied the young man.

“Ticket, sir!” repeated the guard.

“I tried to ask that guy for a ticket!”

“Sir…” The guard turned his baton on.

“What, you’re raising your voice at me, bucket head?!”

The guard touched the baton to the man’s shoulder. As he screamed, light dissolved him. (Y/N) and Loki’s eyes widened.

“Do…you have a ticket?” asked (Y/N).

Loki took one out, breathing a sigh of relief. “Yes. You?”

(Y/N) clutched hers tightly. “Yeah…”

“Tickets?” asked the guard. They held them up while the officer consulted a file in his hand. “Alright, you two. Step forward.”

(Y/N) looked at Loki nervously. “Ready?”

“Not particularly, no,” answered Loki.

She gestured to the kiosk. “Together?”

Loki smiled slightly. “It appears we have no choice.”

“Next case, please,” called a voice.

The same officer who originally arrested them had returned and escorted them into a courtroom. From what (Y/N) had gathered, she and Loki were being tried because they committed their “crime” together. Or the TVA couldn’t be bothered to have two trials. (Y/N) really didn’t care, though, since it changed nothing about her situation.

“Laufeyson. Variant L1130. AKA Loki Laufeyson. And (L/N). Variant Y1131. AKA (Y/N) (L/N),” said the judge. “You are both charged with sequence violation 7-20-89. How do you plead?”

“Nothing if you don’t properly explain what our crime is,” said (Y/N).

“A god doesn’t plead,” said Loki. “And while this has been a very enjoyable pantomime, but I’d like to go home now.”

“Are you two guilty or not guilty?” asked the judge.

“I’m guilty of being extremely annoyed, sure,” said (Y/N).

“Guilty of being the God of Mischief? Yes,” said Loki.

“I’m also guilty of thinking this is all boring,” said (Y/N).

“But guilty of crimes against the Sacred Timeline?” Loki chuckled. “Absolutely not, you have the wrong people.”

“Oh, really?” The judge raised her eyebrow. “And who should we have?”

“I suspect the Avengers,” said Loki. “I came into position of the Tesseract because they traveled through time, no doubt in a last-ditch effort to stave off my ascent to God King.”

(Y/N) sharply elbowed him. “How about you put your ego to the side so we get out of this mess?”

Loki was about to retort when the judge interrupted.

“That’s quite an accusation,” she said.

“Oh, believe me, you can smell the cologne of two Tony Starks,” said Loki.

The strange guard who tried to take the Tesseract’s case! realized (Y/N).

“You speak of Time Criminals? It’s them you should be after. Perhaps you could provide me with a task force and resources, and I could return and eliminate them for you,” said Loki.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Unfortunately, Loki, even if the Avengers did do something wrong, we’re still on fucking trial.”

Loki scowled.

“We’re not here to discuss the Avengers,” said the judge. “What they did was supposed to happen. You two escaping was not.”

“Right, because three ‘almighty Time-Keepers’ decided what should and shouldn’t happen or be done by every being in the universe?” (Y/N) scoffed and leaned forward. “I’m sorry, but unless I get some sort of proof that I shouldn’t have done what I did, then I’m not seeing myself as guilty of jack shit.”

Loki smirked. “I know I wouldn’t mind a proper chat with the Time-Keepers, gods to gods.”

“I’m sorry, but they’re quite busy,” said the judge.

“So we’re just supposed to take your word on what some gods are saying?” (Y/N) tsked. “Sorry, ain’t happening.”

“And what could they be doing?” asked Loki.

“Dictating the proper flow of time,” explained the woman.

“Uh-huh, again, I don’t trust you.” (Y/N) enunciated each word. “I don’t exactly vibe with people who just go along with what someone tells them without asking questions. I mean, seriously, what even are you doing?”

“Dictating the proper flow of time according to their dictations.”

(Y/N) gave her a ‘are you serious’ look. “Does anyone here think or do they all just blindly follow orders?”

The judge took a deep breath. “How do you plead?”

“Guilty…” Loki extended his arms dramatically. “…Of this.” He clenched his fists as if trying to grab something. While he frowned in confusion, (Y/N) deadpanned. He tried again with the same outcome.

“What’s going on?” asked the judge.

“Hang on,” said Loki. “Everyone quiet.”

“He’s trying to use his powers, ma’am,” said the agent who had captured them.

“Don’t rush me.” Loki tried again, but nothing happened. “Damn it! Why won’t it work?”

“Magic powers? They’re no good in the TVA, Mr. Laufeyson,” said the judge. She looked at the pair in front of her and cleared her throat. “The court finds you guilty, and I sentence you to be reset.”

As a guard grabbed (Y/N), she shrugged them off. “What does reset mean?” When she got no answer and was just pulled away, she nearly yelled in anger. “Oh, come on, you won’t even explain that?”

“You ridiculous bureaucrats will not dictate how my story ends!” Loki fought against the officers.

“It was never your story,” said the judge. “It never was.”

“You have no idea what I’m capable of,” hissed Loki.

“I think I might.” An older gentleman stood up from the pews. He gestured to the pair and looked to the judge. “Have an idea of what they’re capable of.”

“Approach the bench,” said the judge.

The pair conversed in hushed voices, which neither (Y/N) nor Loki could make out. (Actually, Loki might’ve be able to hear with his godlike senses, but (Y/N) could not). Eventually, the man turned and looked at the variants still fighting against their guards.

“Uh, hi?” said (Y/N).

He just smiled.

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Cheap Trick - Surrender (from Budokan!)

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This is a song about right now and it's about his mom and dad and her mom and dad and how they're really messed up and it's about these guys saying we're not going to surrender and I see the empire get beat up and he saw what they did to his mom and dad he is a torture and doing it to the the Sun and I saw they did the Jesus. And it's horrible and they're saying that they're all right and they sort of know where she is and the other half because seeing it's like these guys but it's not they do what she is and they seem a little weird but they'll be okay but boys they piss everybody off these Max and it's begun it's a massive war and it's going to be different than they think this massive fleet can actually control their fleet and the ground bases I'm just going to be skirmishes all the time it'll be different and they're out inside Saturn and they're fighting and they are a match if not more of a match the ones they left for special ships but they were not . and they needed support and they don't have it and these guys think that makes small ships and take them and get somewhere and it is now a big parallelogram finally but boy what a momentous occasion we all wish you two can see it and he says she can see it and now they really I'm not allowed to what is this. And he took a word out of above the rest of it seems right. But here here we go this is a momentous occasion in history people are going to be celebrating there's going to be parties they're going to ease off our son a little and they know their friends in there and they have more control than these guys do and Ken does and he showed a lot of restraint and our son and daughter say that he's The Master of disguise and it's fitting in somehow and they can't quite place it...lol and really there's something that has triggering some sort of strange reaction when he goes by when he's trimmed down a little but you know we're going to keep an eye on it and the son and daughter say great because we cannot...lol.

There's more news but this is gigantic we're going to publish

Thor Freya

Olympus this is the announcement and we haven't said too much now

Zues Hera so we're requesting on this day it is the day of celebration actually can wait till tomorrow because it's not quite there yet it will be there tomorrow and they'll be greatly weakened that you honor your friends who have come up with this plan and get hard not kicker 5150 going and Dave and AKA Dan is already up to it and he says he's going to and it would be nice to put it in the same magazine the first one was in and it was not a massively expensive one or famous and it was in California and it was a circular kind of and he knows what it is and we're going to request the Bradley GT one and two be replicated and someone is already worked on it if they have a finger or a toe to lift and you don't want to disappoint Dave and I said we're going to do that there's a few more things and people are asking they want the saline kit it is one of his ideas and works on it with my husband and me a little but it was really those two we'll see it was Steve Dave who designed it but my husband spurned it and this the Chrysler car and Dave works on that quite extensively that's the supercar and the hypercar he worked on with Trump yeah and a lot of it was because of Tommy f m and it is more requests coming in from us I guess yes somebody wants to see a mansion around here and he says go build one and so it's one of these guys have to and mac daddy says he will but usually it doesn't and there's a guy who does everything under the sun and deserves to have a nice place and it's really no nice places around here and with the mansard that place would look great and he's starting to see this and he's thinking about it and it would be a great place to go and it would be like a nice place if a friend came back for him to purchase from him and people have wonderful ideas just like with Tesla he gets it without you saying it but he's going to try and do it and Freya ridings is waiting for the call all she needs is a signed contract and selections and he says he wants the 12-in stone and she's getting ready a few more requests tomorrow is Tuesday and it is a day of remembrance it is also a day where the max are going to be in an upheaval and uproar and they'll be going after people so when you get your projects going tonight remember sometime needs to be devoted to defense systems even you guys pseudo empire they are going to respond and we heard it on the radio and you did too so we can have the party tonight A brief one and it's time to get to work and yeah it is also time to find the certain number of the V-Rod of the first year and turn it into the almost light cycle format people have been doing but it's a certain number and it'll be about awareness of the empire and we went to have a Vader I really somebody has to build one by tomorrow and it's the new Vader these are requests were sending out they might help you

We hear all that I think it's a great idea and new blackouty V-Rod and we will build a Vader a nice one a new one and we have a new shell now it goes in the same vehicle but we know what to do and make it mid-engine and black and we do get it it's going to be a hit and we are going to drive it around this is something we need to do and we're going to be in trouble all of us because we took it in the first place the clones are going to be attacked their ships are going to be in jeopardy they're going to go after them like bloody murder it's like blood in blood out if the max lose something you're the ones who did it directly you're the one who has to pay them for the loss and they will retrieve it and yeah it's actually me

Trump

We have to get going on this stuff we have a lot to do the Vader is a priority and the 5150 kicker we really need this stuff we need symbols out there now and we need to get going

Dan dave

Keep in mind that they're actually below and I ran a trick and VGA finally got there yeah we need a lot of help they have a huge ground for us and they're hiding in there and the ships holding to do so much

Trump

It will help a little and we're going to get on our own versions of the Vader and the V-Rod and other things that represent this kind of fight and rebellion and we're getting into it now we're making a ton of rebel uniforms and it's not really our formal military but we know what we're doing it for

Jet li

We're going to do that too our friend here wants to wear some of it if you ever gets any money or nose what it looks like this is terrible he's going to have to look at it maybe Harrison Ford can get him something that's a great way to do it

Jason

Okay okay I see we have to join up now and we do

Ken

I'm going to pick areas on these little ships tonight and we'll have a small party and we're going to have to and I want to have the meeting and see if everybody thinks it's a good idea we know our friend does and I and Ken does we're going to get going on it now

Mac daddy

Olympus

I heard my name I think we have to help out it's a great idea to pick areas and I think we have one tunnel now it's not that bad and he says pick areas maybe on the first ring only that's remaining and people are saying it that's not a bad idea and on what you think you can do here and other areas and really it's going to be your place and also what you think you can do so I'm going to kind of try and get people to do that we're going to discuss garth

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𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

Hi lovelies! Here's some soft smut with a dash of angst (because I seem to be incapable to write anything without at least a dash of angst 😂). I hope you enjoy! - Love, Kiki 🖤

(PS: I’m still working on all the other lovely requests you’ve sent me 🖤)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Loki x female reader

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 | by @sunshineyrosie , I hope you like it, dear!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | An accident at Dr Banner's lab brings you to Loki's doorstep, desperate and in pain, to seek the trickster's help. Loki, who'd once been your friend; who stole your heart and then left without any explanation. (reader is an Avenger & the whole story takes place after the second Thor movie)

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | smut, fluff, angst with a happy ending

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 9 k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU'RE 18+ YEARS OLD!), unprotected sex (please be safe in real life and wear a condom!), sex pollen (it's a dub-con trope but these two idiots are secretly in love with each other and I've written it with as much consent as possible)

𝐀/𝐍 | the part written in italics is a flashback

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝🖤

“Bruce,” you greeted, after a short glance at your phone’s display before accepting the call, “Let me guess, Tony was getting on your nerves and you finally murdered him?”

With your free hand, you shovelled a spoon full of sugar into the mug of fresh, steaming coffee on the kitchen counter in front of you.

The doctor laughed. “Not yet, but he’s working hard to get there. It’s a miracle I haven’t turned into the Hulk yet and smashed the whole town. What about you? I was sure if we left you and Loki alone for a whole week, one of you wouldn’t survive it. Which makes me wonder, since I’m talking to you right now, if we’ll ever find his corpse.”

You forced yourself to a short giggle, but it sounded fake and strained even to your own ears. So, the icy silence between you and Loki had not escaped your friends’ notice.

“Is that why you called?”, you asked with a light-heartedness you didn’t feel, and hadn’t felt in a while, “To make sure I’m still alive? I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”

“I called because I forgot to pack my notebook and I need you to send it to me.”

“Can’t FRIDAY just send the necessary data to you?”

A beat of silence, before he answered, a little indignantly, “Notebook as in paper-and-pen, not laptop.”

“How very old-school for somebody who’s working together with Tony Stark.”

“It prods him as much as he keeps prodding my nerves.”

“I’ll get it for you,” you huffed.

“Great. Thank you. It’s a little black, leather-bound book, somewhere in the lab.”

Somewhere in the lab. He could as well have asked you to find a lost ring somewhere in the streets of New York City – the last time you’d set foot in Banner’s lab, which he occasionally shared with Tony, you’d felt as if you’d stepped right into the Room Of Hidden Things from Harry Potter, what with the chaos lurking behind the metal doors.

“It might take a few days. If you don’t hear from me again, I might have gotten lost in there so please send help,” you deadpanned, and told him goodbye.

It felt strange, this quietness which had settled over the Avengers headquarters, like a once lively, bustling city which had been abandoned. It had turned into a ghost town, with everyone gone on separate missions, on visits to families and science conventions. The only two people left to wander the empty rooms were you…and Loki. Ghosts roaming around and haunting each other, you thought with a bitter smile as you grabbed the cup of coffee you’d just prepared and left the kitchen, only to bump into the raven-haired trickster in the doorway.

“Sorry,” you muttered, eyes downcast to avoid his gaze, a gaze which you could still feel on your back as your steps quickened to leave him behind in the hallway, to bring as much distance between the two of you as possible, and as fast as possible. All the while your heart screamed at you to walk back to him, to finally ask the question which kept burning through your mind: why did you push me away like this? What have I done to make you shut me out? It wouldn’t have made a difference, you told yourself. All of the bridges had already burned down. Loki had made sure of it with his rudeness and his silence, and so had you.

***

Ever since you could remember, you’d had trouble sleeping. Nightmares, sleep paralyses, insomnia – the list was endless, and so you regularly found yourself in the living room in the middle of the night, watching whatever trashy TV show was on air right now to silence the thoughts in your mind which seemed to get louder the deeper the hour of the night.

In one of these nights, a short time after Loki’s arrival at the Avengers headquarters, you sat on the sofa, watching TV with a steaming mug of fresh tea clad in your palms to spend some warmth and calm your nerves so you might be able to at least get an hour or two of sleep in the early morning, when a smooth, dark voice chimed up from behind you, “I thought this part of Midgard was opposed to having a harem.”

With a squeal of surprise, you jumped from the sofa – nobody had ever joined you in the living room at three in the morning – and the hot tea spilled all over your hands and bare legs, the short pants of your pyjama no match to stop the scalding water, and a second yelp escaped you, this one distinctly more pained than shocked.

“HEAVENS!”, you half-screamed, half-hissed as you whirled around, coming face to face with the trickster who stood right behind the sofa, having strolled into the living room as silent as a cat.

“I beg your pardon,” he said, eyes wandering briefly down your bare legs before they snapped up to meet your gaze once more, a sly little smirk playing on his lips as he added, “I didn’t think you’d be so immersed in the harem TV show.”

“It’s The Bachelor,” you grumbled while you placed the now half-empty cup of tea on the coffee table beside the sofa and grabbed the fuzzy blanket to wipe the droplets of tea from your legs and arms, all under the god’s scrutinizing gaze, “You could have warned me instead of creeping up on me like this. What are you, a cat?”

“Well, we can’t all announce ourselves by thunder and rock songs”, Loki quipped. “I take it you’re having some trouble sleeping as well?”

“My sleep schedule is none of your business.”

You took a few moments to hold his attentive gaze. Even with only the flickering TV screen as the sole source of light in the room, painting half-shadows over his handsome face as he watched you, you could see how tired he looked. Not as arrogant and witty as he usually carried himself. As if the illusion he cast over himself in the light of day was slipping at night, fading away like Cinderella’s shimmering gown at midnight to turn back into the scraps and rags it was actually made of. Showing what he kept hidden beneath the façade. And beneath, there was loneliness.

“Well then, I’ll see you around, Lady Y/N.”

You heard his footsteps padding softly on the cool tile floor, retreating to the door, and felt a pang of guilt in your chest. Loneliness was a feeling you knew all too well.

“You could join me,” you chimed up, following some strange impulse, and it sounded way more timid than you’d intended.

The footsteps halted, and you turned to glance at Loki.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll stab you if you fall asleep?”, he inquired smugly, and you rolled your eyes.

“That’s a great conversation starter,” you quipped, “But don’t worry, you’re not as threatening as you think. And I don’t sleep in the presence of people I don’t trust.”

He chuckled and seated himself at the other end of the sofa, as far away from you as possible, before he inquired with a critical yet confused glance at the TV, “What even is it we’re watching?”

“The Bachelor,” you explained. “There are a lot of women he dates and at the end of each episode, some of them get a rose from him, which means he’ll keep dating them. It goes on until there’s only one woman left.”

“What happens with the ones who don’t get a rose?”

“They’re stabbed and given over to the sea.”

Loki blinked, before a wicked little grin flashed on his face, and your heart stumbled a little in your chest.

“I wouldn’t have expected for your humour to be as dark as the shadows under your eyes, but you’re proving me wrong. I’m impressed.”

“I bet you’re quite attractive when you shut your mouth,” you quipped sweetly, and Loki’s smirk morphed into a delighted grin at your clap-back.

“You’re a feisty one.”

“You’ve been here for a minute and, between the criticism of my looks and the vague death threat, you’re already more annoying than every commercial break combined,” you remarked with raised eyebrows, “How do you do that?”

“I consider myself a natural talent, but honing these skills through practice from time to time doesn’t hurt, either.”

You couldn’t help the little snicker which escaped your lips at his words.

From this night on, you knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away from Loki. One night spent watching TV together from different ends of the sofa, both of you careful and wary of the other’s presence, turned into a second night the day after, and finally a third, until it was an unspoken agreement between the two of you: you met in the living room at night to watch TV and, with time, talk.

When Loki had joined the team and moved into the Avengers headquarters, you’d expected a ruthless criminal who still posed a threat to the world and everybody in it. You’d expected him to be arrogant and reckless, to dislike him at best – and despise him at worst.

And now, it turned out that Loki was neither of these things; not even close. No, the first thing you’d noticed during this first real encounter with the trickster had been the shadow of loneliness which seemed to surround him like a layer of clothing, a loneliness you could all too well relate to.

Loki, you discovered, was not menacing or arrogant, but witty and…kind. In the span of the following weeks, these weird, clandestine meetups in the living room in the dead of night, when everyone else had fallen asleep a long while ago, became your highlight of the day – so much so that you found yourself, for the first time in your life, looking forward to nightfall and padded downstairs to wait for Loki even in the nights where sleep would have come easily.

And with every night spent in front of the flickering TV screen, with the winking city lights outside like an upside-down sea of stars, the distance between the two of you on the sofa shrank as fast as the distance between your hearts while Loki told you of his childhood as a prince of Asgard, and you told him of your own life. He never spoke about how it had felt, growing up in the shadow his brother was casting, but he didn’t have to. It was all there, between the lines.

The loneliness, the feeling of never quite belonging. Most of all, though, Loki told you of his mother, and the softness and love shining in his beautiful eyes alongside the grief as he did, made your heart bleed for him. You knew how Frigga’s life had found its brutal end as she’d tried to protect Jane Foster. Thor had told you, though you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something else to the story. Something Thor didn’t know, but Loki did – but of course, you never asked.

Over these next few weeks, something was changing.

You began to fall for the mischievous trickster – slowly at first, and then faster and faster, as if the fall was picking up speed. And you let it happen, because hearts are stubborn things, evading every reason and command. All you could do was hope that Loki would be there to catch your fall, eventually, and you never needed to find out how it would feel to hit the ground in the end.

In one of these nights, you woke with a start – to realize that you had fallen asleep with your head resting on Loki’s shoulder. As you stirred awake now with a yawn, you murmured, “How long was I gone?”

Your eyes drifted to the windows and the darkness beyond. The sun hadn’t yet started to rise.

“Maybe half an hour.”

I don’t fall asleep in the presence of people I don’t trust, you’d told him that first night. You could tell from the expression on his handsome face that he was remembering your words as well.

You righted yourself on the sofa, and your gaze met Loki’s. The light of the TV danced in his stunning eyes, and the expression in them, a mixture of softness and something else, made your heart rate accelerate and your breath hitch in your throat as the last wisps of drowsiness loosened their grasp on your mind. You realized how close the two of you were sitting, your legs brushing against his, faces only inches apart as you kept gazing at each other in a silence only broken by the low voices droning on from the TV. All of a sudden, you felt more awake than you ever had in your life. It had nothing to do with the power nap you’d just taken, and everything with the gentle look in Loki’s mesmerizing ocean eyes.

Never had anybody looked at you the way the Loki did now.

“Did I…miss anything important?”, you asked, clearing your throat as you realized how hoarse your voice suddenly sounded.

“You did, indeed. Peach – I still refuse to believe it’s her real name, though – had a date with the Bachelor, and they kissed. When she told the others, the blonde one – the one with the ugly shoes – slapped her.”

“They slapped each other and you didn’t wake me up to witness it?”, you retorted with feigned shock, placing your hand over your heart for good measure to underline the dramatics, and Loki smirked.

“I didn’t think it was important enough to wake you. After all, we’re here because we’re dealing with insomnia.”

The last sentence sounded like a question rather than a statement. I’m here because of you, you wanted to tell him. But like so often in life, the lack of courage had stopped you.

“Though do you think the Bachelor will pick Peach in the end?”, you finally asked with a low voice, trying to break the awkward silence which had settled over the two of you.

“That was an awful pun,” Loki commented, before his face grew serious again. “I don’t think he’ll pick her. The kiss wasn’t real.”

“Real,” you repeated hollowly, not knowing what else to reply at the intensity flaring in Loki’s gaze as he still held yours. “How do you know if a kiss is real, then? I suppose you’ve had your fair share of experience, as a prince.” It stung, to think about all the other princes and princesses Loki might have kissed and bedded, beautiful immortals compared to whom you surely faded like the reflection in the glass of a tarnished mirror.

Loki chuckled softly, and his eyes drifted down to your lips – a fleeting moment, so brief that you wondered if you’d imagined it before his eyes snapped up to meet yours again, and he said, “None of it has ever been real. None of it has ever been anything else than lies and illusions. But if I had to take a guess how a real kiss should feel like…I would say fireworks. Bursts of sparks in the most radiant colours in your chest, loud and explosive and all-consuming against the darkness of the night sky.”

You could feel your pulse racing with every one of his words, spoken in a voice which slowly morphed into a hoarse whisper as Loki leaned closer to you, so close now that the tip of his nose was brushing against yours and your eyes fluttered closed with the sensation of his warm breath prickling on your lips, his scent all around you –

The brush of his lips against yours was fleeting, as delicate as the fragile wing of a butterfly, and it made your whole body tingle as if every single nerve had burst into colourful sparks. Fireworks, indeed. You tilted your head a little to deepen the kiss – but Loki’s hands grasped your shoulders, and he pushed you away, shock written all over his face. His eyes were wide, as if he were horrified by what you’d done – what you both had done.

“I’m sorry,” you stammered, “I –“

“I can’t.”

Your mouth fell open, and for a few stunned, horrified seconds, there was nothing you could do but gape at him before Loki finally spoke, “I should go.”

“No – wait,” you began, “Loki, I’m sorry, let’s just forget it ever happened…” The words were spinning in your mind in the whirlwind of embarrassment and hurt and the fear to lose Loki as your friend – because that’s what he was, that’s what he’d become over these past weeks – and you stammered, voice soft and pleading, “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You can’t lose what has never been there.”

With these parting words, he left. It had been the last clandestine TV night, and it had been the last time you’d talked to him. The distance was back between the two of you, like a vast, frozen lake too dangerous to cross, the ice waiting to give underneath your feet and the freezing water to swallow and drown you, should you ever try to get to the other side.

***

Before you’d met Loki, you’d always made fun of the term “broken heart”. A heart was a muscle – an important one, but still nothing more than that. Hearts didn’t have anything more to do with love than lungs or kidneys. And they most certainly couldn’t break.

But the moment Loki had pushed you away, had rejected you without any explanation and shut you out of his life, you realized that you’d been wrong all along.

Hearts could break. Yours had been shattered into a million pieces. And it hurt – a pain deeper than any physical pain could ever feel, a pain which never seemed to cease but only grew dull over the days, ready to flare to life whenever you met Loki in the hallways, the kitchen, the training rooms. It felt as if a monster had settled in your chest, nestled itself between your ribs, ready to sink its teeth and talons into your heart whenever your eyes fell on the raven-haired trickster to tear open the barely healed gashes and make you bleed all over again.

Avoiding someone who was living in the same building was no easy thing to achieve. But seeing him was worse. So much worse. So you’d changed your schedule. Meals were taken as fast as possible. You trained whenever Loki didn’t. The living room had become a restricted area altogether.

How was it even possible for someone to, in the span of mere weeks, steal your heart, paint your world in the most vibrant, beautiful colours – and leave you behind bleeding and heartbroken and grieving? Loki had been the one. You’d felt it with every smile, every shared laugh, every glance which lingered longer than it should have. He’d been the love of your life, and he would always be. Maybe his blatant rejection would have hurt less if he’d given you an explanation, instead of this frozen silence which had left so much room for your own dark thoughts and musings.

You’d known him for a few weeks, but when he’d started to walk away from you, he’d taken all the colour with him, leaving you behind in this sad world of hues of grey. You missed him so much. The secret nights of watching TV together, his laughter, the way he’d made you feel safe. Safe, and safe to be yourself around him, as safe as you’d never felt with anyone else.

From strangers to friends – and to strangers again.

Loki had become the headlights on your path, keeping the night of loneliness at bay for you, a guiding light in the darkness surrounding you. Now, it was dark once more.

You were glad he wouldn’t see the fresh tears which spilled from your eyes, and hurried down the corridor without another word.

***

The tears were still wet on your cheeks as you reached the laboratory in the tower’s lower levels, and your hands trembled slightly as you punched in the security code, before glancing into the camera for the retina scan.

“Your eyes are very puffy,” FRIDAY’s pleasant voice droned from an invisible speaker.

“Gee, thanks. You know how to give a compliment. Can you please just let me in?”

“You look as if you have cried, miss.”

“That’s because I have,” you muttered your reply as the metal doors swung open and you stepped inside.

As Bruce Banner’s assistant, you’d visited the laboratory more times than you could count – but you’d never been down here alone. There had always been Bruce, silently adjusting numbers on screens or preparing ominous liquids, or Tony, AC/DC blaring through every speaker at an ear-shattering volume as he tinkered with one of his many iron suits. Now, with the two of them temporarily gone, the lab held an eerie atmosphere. Like the lair of mad scientists rather than heroes.

But FRIDAY wasn’t done yet with her enquiry. “Is there anything I can do for you, miss?”

“Yes”, you answered with a half-hearted quip as you walked on, “Let it go.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin when the first tunes of the Disney song started playing, and the coffee you’d still clutched in your hand spilled over your shirt, the hot liquid burning your skin as it seeped through the fabric, and you hissed in pain.

“Not the song, FRIDAY! The topic!”, you shouted into the vastness of the lab, groaning in frustration as you searched for something to dab at the stain of coffee quickly spreading on the front of your shirt. There you were, stained with coffee, heartbroken, crying alone in the middle of a lab as queen Elsa herself continued to sing her heart out, while you were screaming at an artificial intelligence program – and felt guilty about snapping at it nonetheless.

“Apologies, miss. You haven’t been clear about it”, FRIDAY answered – did she sound indignant? – and the song stopped, drenching the room in silence once more as your gaze roamed the space.

It wouldn’t have hurt to give it a dusting, you noticed as you strolled through the assortments of tables filled with microscopes, vials, bits of computers and devices the name of which you didn’t know, your eyes scanning the room for the little black notebook Bruce had described to you. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

“I’ll spend the night here,” you groaned after a few minutes of futile search, “Somebody sedate me.”

“Anaesthesia prepared. Initiate Knock-Out Protocol,” FRIDAY’s pleasant voice rang through the air, and before you realized what was happening, one of the robotic arms placed on a table beside you swung around, the tip of a syringe catching the bright overhead lights, and your eyes widened.

“No!”, you screeched as you dodged out of the way, barely avoiding the tip of the needle to pierce the skin on your upper arm, “Stop it! FRIDAY STOP IT!”

She didn’t. She didn’t even answer, and with a string of curses, you realized that the robotic arm wasn’t an arm at all but a whole damn robot opening the hunt for you. Another swing with the syringe had you jump out of the way and over a table, but this time, you weren’t fast enough. Metal hit your head, hard, and you were sent flying into the tiled top of the nearest table, skittering over the surface in a rain of equipment and shards as vials burst at the impact, before you landed on the ground on the other side with a huff as the force of your fall momentarily knocked the air from your lungs.

“Knock-Out Protocol paused,” FRIDAY announced cheerfully.

“I’ll pause you,” you groaned as you sat up, wincing a little at the sting at your left forearm, but before you could check yourself for any injuries, a cloud of something that looked suspiciously like pollen, glittering beneath the lab’s artificial lights, rose around you, and you sneezed. When the sparkling dust had settled over the nearby surfaces – and all over you, your hair, your clothes – your eyes fell on the bleeding gash the shards had torn into your arm. It wasn’t deep enough to be dangerous, but it hurt nonetheless, and you sighed at the blood seeping out of the wound to dribble all over your clothes and mingle with the glittering dust.

With another huff, you grabbed the nearest surface to pull yourself back on your feet. Further examination showed you that, during your fall, you’d knocked down a glass case which had contained a plant; the very same glass case which had shattered and cut you. Eyes narrowed, you bent down to save what was left of the – surprisingly sturdy – plant. Despite the fact that you’d fallen on it, it still looked pretty. The leaves and the red blossom, glittering with its pollen, looked strange. Otherworldly. It probably was. Or a mutation of some kind.

You placed it half-heartedly back on the tiled top of the table and limped out of the lab. Enough for one day. Banner’s notebook could wait. You needed to dress the wound and rinse off the pollen, and then, all you wanted to do was sleep.

***

Stepping out of the shower, you quickly dried off, wrapped yourself in the dressing gown Nat had given you for Christmas with a comment on how your wardrobe could use some spiciness – you could hardly call it a dressing gown; it made from black silk with lots and lots of lace adorning the sleeves and barely reaching down to cover your butt, but you had to admit that you felt, indeed, sexy and confident wearing it – and settled down cross-legged on the bed with the little first aid kit you kept in your bathroom to dress the cut the shards of glass had torn into your forearm.

The bleeding had stopped, and the pain was bearable – as an Avenger, you were used to worse injuries, that was part of the job description – but your vision blurred as you tried to dab some iodine on the cut, and you blinked rapidly to clear your sight.

It was also warm. The hot shower had probably boosted your blood circulation, you pondered as you rose from the bed to check if the air conditioning in your room was already running, but all of a sudden, the floor seemed to move beneath your bare feet, shifting like a ship at sea, and you caught yourself on the wall.

Not good. This was not good.

It didn’t take long for the realization to hit that this was neither caused by circulatory problems nor tiredness. The strange plant. The sparkling pollen.

Suddenly, you felt scared. What if you collapsed on the floor? What if the plant had been poisonous? You needed help. You needed to call Banner and tell him –

With a new surge of panic, you realized that you’d left your phone in the kitchen, at the other end of the building. There was nobody else in the tower but…Loki.

You could practically hear your bad luck laughing at you.

Another wave of vertigo flooded you. Warm. It was too warm.

Was your condition serious enough to rouse him? It was already late in the evening; Loki had probably gone to bed already. He most definitely didn’t want to see you. And you…did you want to see him? You did. You were missing him terribly.

Focus, you chided yourself as you worked up the strength for your wobbly legs to carry you to your door and into the hallway. Tiny white stars danced in your vision as the floor seemed to jerked under your feet, as if you were standing on the back of a giant monster which kept trying to shake you off. And right now, it seemed the floor was winning. Yes, you needed help. Now.

Panting, clad only in your dressing gown, hair wet and leaving a trail of droplets on the polished floor, you stumbled through the hallway, into the elevator which would bring you to Loki’s room two levels above your own, along another hallway…there was the door.

It felt like walking through a dream. Everything was strangely detached, and there was the hue of unnatural brightness creeping in at the edges of your field of vision, making you feel as if you were glancing through one of these contorted binoculars they had at fairgrounds. When you raised your fist to knock on the smooth wood, you tried to take a moment to steady yourself and catch your breath.

As if he’d sensed your presence, the door swung open to reveal Loki, and he took a surprised step back at the sight of you, leaning against the wall beside his door. His eyes widened as they briefly travelled down your form before snapping up again to meet yours, and it dawned on you that you were still half-naked, wearing nothing but delicate silk and lace, your hair a soaked mess which dribbled onto the black fabric which clung to your shoulders.

Loki himself, you realized, was wearing something you’d have described as the Asgardian version of a comfortable outfit – which was still one hundred percent more elegant and classy than any sweatpants – but he didn’t look as if he’d gone to bed already. He looked wide awake.

Your heart bled as you took him in, at the loss of his friendship and everything it could have grown into, but there was a twisted spark of happiness as well. You’d missed him so much. If your predicament was the reason you could talk to him again, at least for one last time before he would shut you out once again, it might be worth the pain.

“I’m – I don’t feel good”, you chimed up timidly to break the astonished silence between the two of you, and your voice sounded strange. As if you heard someone else talking. As if you were underwater. The second thing you realized was that the strange roar you kept hearing wasn’t the sound of waves – it was the sound of your own blood rushing in your ears.

“I can see that,” Loki deadpanned.

“As charming as ever,” you retorted, and your words slurred. It sounded as if you’d ran a marathon. Actually, you felt as if you’d ran the whole way instead of creeping through the hallway with the vigour of a zombie, palm always on the wall as you dragged your steps along. Your chest was rapidly rising and falling with every laboured breath.

“Are you drunk?”, Loki inquired with a sceptical glance at your imbalanced posture.

“Wish I was.”

It was so easy, to get back to the usual bantering which had paved the way to your friendship. But we aren’t friends anymore, you reminded yourself. He doesn’t want to be your friend. He doesn’t want to be your anything.

“You look like you downed an entire liquor store,” he went on and took a few steps closer to you, and his eyes narrowed as he tilted his head a little to examine your face with a stern expression of his own. “I don’t want to have you puking all over me.”

“The only thing making me want to puke is you.”

“Why did you bother to visit me at all, then?”

“As I said, I don’t feel –“

You didn’t get to finish your sentence before the floor bucked once more, this time accompanied by a wave of heat travelling through your body like a forest fire, and you were thrown off balance with a groan of pain. Loki was at your side in an instant, catching your fall before you could hit the floor, and he finally seemed to have realized that something was, indeed, wrong.

“You really need help,” he muttered, and despite the vertigo and the sudden pain, you couldn’t help but mumble, “I wouldn’t be here if I could have prevented it.”

“Glad to see you kept your belligerence.”

“Glad to see you kept your arrogance,” you shot back through gritted teeth, with as much dignity as you could muster in your dizzy, pained, half-naked state, with his strong arms around you making your heart race for a whole lot of other reasons, and Loki’s glossy black strands tickled your cheeks as he glanced down at you in his arms, his face suddenly so close to yours, and alarm slowly crept into his blue gaze.

With a gentleness in his honeyed voice which you’d never heard before, never thought the trickster capable of, he said, “I’ll carry you inside, okay?”

You gave a weak nod, and Loki bent down to lock one hand at the back of your knees, supporting your spine with the other as he carefully picked you up and carried you over the threshold like a groom might carry his bride, before he placed you down on his bed.

His bed. Had your mind been clear, you’d have started to protest, but there was no strength left in your muscles. With another agonized groan you rolled to your side, tugging your legs closer to your chest as your whole body seemed to go up in flames and your boiling blood turned into tiny needles which sliced through veins and skin with every heartbeat.

It felt as if you were burning alive.

Through the veil of tears blurring your eyes, you saw Loki’s calm façade crumbling, and concern fused into worry. No, not worry – something way more fierce. Panic. He was panicked…for you?

“Make it stop,” you whimpered helplessly before your voice broke, and at the periphery of you vision you saw Loki settle on the bed beside you, felt the mattress dip, and the flames in your body seemed to roar hungrily as the god’s hands settled on the sides of your face.

“You’re burning with fever.”

“Make it stop. Please make it stop.” Your voice was breaking with the pain, and the strange sensation which was building in your lower belly; a feral feeling of desperately needing something…someone…

“I’ve got you,” Loki’s voice cut through the haze of your racing thoughts as his hands began to gently massage your temples, “I’ve got you. We need to cool you down.”

And he did. Where his fingertips made contact with your skin, a pleasant coldness seemed to ooze into your very blood to ease some of the scorching heat, and a shaky exhale left you as Loki’s hands slowly wandered down over your neck, your shoulders, your arms, spreading the cold throughout your body. It felt as if you were slowly sinking into a lake, its soothing cold waters immersing your aching body, and for a few glorious minutes, you could feel the relief of the sensation Loki’s magic was granting you. Your eyes fluttered close when your strained muscles relaxed. It felt as if you were floating.

“Is it getting better?”, he asked quietly, and the slight quiver in his voice didn’t escape your notice.

You breathed, “A little.”

“Will you tell me what happened?”

You could feel his fingertips hovering over the cut on your arm, and when you opened your eyes to meet his gaze, the softness of his voice was mirrored in his beautiful ocean eyes. He was bent over you, his hands still working his magic, and you could see that the skin on the tips of his fingers had turned blue. When he noticed your gaze, a flicker of sadness crossed his features before he muttered, obviously trying to sound as indifferent as possible, “Being monstrous has its benefits.”

“You’re not monstrous,” you protested softly.

For a split second, Loki looked surprised, and you thought he was about to say something else. Had you missed you as much as you’d missed him? Did he still think about the night he’d pushed you away, the kiss the two of you had shared? But the moment passed, and you cleared your throat. “I had an accident in the lab. One of Tony’s robots went rampage and I fell into a glass case with some plant and cut myself. I went to take a shower because there was pollen everywhere and then I started to feel like everything was on fire, so it’s safe to say I poisoned myself”, you croaked.

“And waited until now to tell – “ he began, but with a look of horror dawning on his face, his hands left their place on your wrists to gasp your upper arms before he pressed, “Which plant? What did it look like?”

At the loss of his cool touch, which seemed to be the only thing to keep the pain at bay, the agony rushed back to you, crawling beneath your skin like a swarm of venomous spiders. You doubled over once more with a low moan as you croaked, “Red petals. Like…like clover.”

Your throat was sore, and your skin, you realized now, was clammy with sweat; your breathing shallow and laboured, and white-hot anguish shot through your lower abdomen like a bolt of lightning, making you groan.

When Loki didn’t reply, panic seized you – and another wave of this strange heat in your lower belly, this pulsing need between your legs; an ache in your core like you’d never felt it before. Ravenous. Raw. Primal. Intensifying with every passing minute.…And with terror, realization hit you what it was you were feeling.

“Loki, I –“

“It’s an Asgardian plant. We call it crimson clover. In low doses, its pollen has a calming effect, used in the infirmary and to induce sleep. That’s why Banner asked Thor to bring him a specimen of it as a sample. He hoped it could help him gain control over his transformation into the Hulk.” Loki’s voice sounded strangely hollow.

“And high doses?”, you urged, and it cost you everything not to moan aloud with the growing need glowing in your core, the urge to let your hands slide down between your legs and stroke yourself, to ease this ravenous urge. No. Please, no. No no no…

“In high doses, it’s a neurotoxin, which enhances heartrate and…other functions.”

“Am I going to die?” Fresh tears started pricking at the corners of your eyes as you glanced up at Loki’s, whose grasp on your arms had loosened to a gentle touch at your words, before he assured, “No. No, you’ll live. It just makes you…”

He drifted off, obviously searching for a good way to put it, when you finished blatantly, “Horny.”

“You could put it that way.”

“Oh god,” you choked out, pressing your hands to your burning face in horror and embarrassment, but Loki gently pried them away to make you look at him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “Oh god, I’m so sorry –“

“Don’t be,” Loki hushed, and tears choked you at the tenderness with which he spoke to you despite everything that had happened between the two of you, all these things which didn’t make sense and the questions which kept haunting your mind day and night. He cared for you. You’d sensed it before, and you could see it now in the compassion shining in his eyes as he looked down at you, sprawled on his bed.

You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. Everything to be spared the humiliation of the damned plant’s toxin wreaking havoc in your body and twisting your hormones, taking every shred of dignity as you burned alive with this agonizing desire. The sensations which kept flooding your body at the slightest movement, the slightest touch of the bedsheets against your exposed skin, the damp fabric of your dressing gown plastered to your feverish skin, were too overpowering for your senses, and every one of Loki’s touches seemed to worsen your condition further, feeding these greedy flames of need. You felt as if you might go crazy with lust.

“If you…um. Would give me a few minutes?”

“To help yourself?”, Loki asked with a stern expression.

“Either that or to die of embarrassment,” you deadpanned with a croak, “Probably the latter.”

Loki chuckled softly, but the concern in his gaze was unrelenting. “It doesn’t work like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“It has to be someone else. Or your condition will just worsen.”

“How long, then? How long until it stops on its own?”, you urged, desperation growing with every second of silence which filled the air as Loki contemplated his words, before he replied, “Days.”

You would have stared at him in horror, but your world was already fading into the white noise of pain sizzling along every nerve, every sinew and muscle and bone in your body. It felt like dying. You could only hope that the blackness which had begun to slowly creep in at the edges of your contorted vision would hurry to render you unconscious, passed out with agony so you wouldn’t have to suffer through these next few days.

“Let me help you, Y/N” Loki murmured softly, his voice nearly drowned out by the pounding of your racing pulse in your ears.

“Coldness helped,” you gasped, clammy hands clutching the bedsheets as another wave of pain rattled your bones, and you bit back a groan when Loki’s hands, still cool with his magic, cradled the sides of your face again to gently tilt your head and make you look up at him.

“We can’t put you in a freezer for the next days. You’re in pain. And I can’t…I can’t stand to see you in pain. Please, let me help you,” he implored.

“No,” you said, surprised by the vehemence in your weak voice as you shook your head, “No, I can’t let you do this.”

He frowned with hurt. “You would rather endure days of agony instead of giving in and letting me help you?”

“I can’t…”, you choked, interrupted by a sharp inhale of breath. Breath which seemed to burn your lungs as if you’d swallowed acid. With the last remains of strength you could muster, you whispered, “I can’t ask that of you.”

Your eyes fluttered close at the sensation of Loki’s fingers brushing away stray strands of your wet hair which had fallen into your face, before he murmured, “You didn’t ask. I’m offering. It’s my decision to offer – and it’s your decision to accept.”

The pad of his thumb ghosted over your cheek, and only then did you realize your face was wet with tears. Tears Loki was swiping away with a tenderness in his touch, in his gaze, that made your stupid little heart stumble in your chest. How many times had you imagined him looking at you the way he did now, touching you with such gentleness? But not like this. I couldn’t happen like this.

“We can forget about it, when it’s over,” he offered quietly, his tone growing more desperate, “We can pretend it never happened. Just let me help you. I just…I just want you to be okay.”

He was right. You needed help. And if anyone, you wanted it to be him.

“Okay.”

It was all the reassurance he needed, and the mattress dipped beneath you as Loki shifted and carefully pulled you with him, placing you between his legs with your back resting against his chest, and even this slight touch on your arms made you groan with unbearable desire flaring in your core.

“I’ll take care of you,” he soothed, and placed one hand on the damp skin over your collarbone to uphold his cooling magic and keep your fever as low as possible, while his other hand slowly wandered down to the apex of your thighs and the arousal pooling there, already running down your bare thighs, and you desperately rutted your hips in need of friction.

“Is this okay?”, Loki mumbled softly against the shell of your ear, and you gave him a breathless, panting nod, while he continued to let his hand roam down over the damp silk of your dressing gown, giving you time to stop him should you change your mind. You didn’t, though. You wanted nothing more than for him to touch you, to hold you...

“I promise I’ll make you feel good, my love,” Loki kept murmuring while his hand finally dove beneath the fabric of your flimsy dressing gown, and his voice was like honey running down a sore throat, a soothing balm against the guilt and shame raging beneath this all-consuming desire. Reassuring you that it was okay – something you needed to hear more than anything else right now. In the delirious state of your mind, you wondered if he’d actually called you love, or if you’d started hallucinating with the raging fever eating away at you. The touch of his cool hand against your blazing skin made you bite your lip with a drawn whine, eliciting the sweetest sensations in your fever-addled body.

“No need to stay quiet,” he encouraged softly, “Be as loud as you want to, darling.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. A desperate cry fell from your lips when Loki dragged his cool fingers along the slickness of your folds, slowly spreading your arousal before he started to caress the throbbing bundle of nerves between your legs with gentle brushes of his fingertips. Your head fell back against his shoulder as you rolled your hips against his hand with the despair of a starving person at a banquet table, and every rational thought left you. The pleasure which flooded your body was unlike anything you’d ever felt, singeing your nerves until you felt like you might burst with it, craving more, more, more…

Loki’s breath against the column of your throat summoned trails of goosebumps on your heated skin while he started to whisper praises you his words a susurration which tangled with your moans.

“You’re doing so good, my love.” The tenderness in his hoarse voice made warmth bloom in your chest. His words, you knew, were meant to convey so much more. It’s okay. You don’t need to be ashamed. I’ve got you. It’ll be alright.

“You…” you breathed, and your lips brushed over the skin of his neck as you angled your head, “You feel so good.” The sensation of your lips against his throat made him utter a low moan, such a lovely sound; oxygen feeding the hungry flames in your core, and you rutted more desperately against his fingers to chase these sweet sensations…

His cheek was resting against yours, ink black curls tickling the side of your face as you tilted your head and the tip of your nose brushed against his jaw, feeling his own thundering heartbeat against your spine as another glowing bolt of bliss made you arch your back as Loki kept building your climax with slow caresses, his cool fingertips dancing over your clit in time with the movement of your hips, clouding your lust-addled mind and stealing every last ounce of control as the ball of fire in your aching core morphed into an explosion.

Your climax was so forceful that it knocked the wind from your lungs and let darkness seep into your mind, and you were glad nobody else was in the headquarters because you were certain the cry which spilled from the back of your throat as Loki’s skilled fingers continued to massage your clit and guide you through your orgasm would have woken everyone up to the highest storeys.

When the waves of your orgasm finally ebbed, consciousness started to reclaim your senses, and the haze over your mind lifted as fast as it had descended upon you, leaving behind nothing but pure, unadulterated grief. Grief, because it was over and you would leave, and you would never again feel Loki’s arms around you, his heartbeat thrumming against your skin, his voice whispering to you.

“Ssshh, it’s okay,” Loki soothed with a whisper, and suddenly his arms were around you, pulling you closer into him, “Did it work? Are you okay?”

“It did,” you uttered on a broken whimper, “It…Thank you.”

With the pain gone, the fire in your core extinguished and the toxin burnt from your system, there was no reason for you to stay. Loki had made it clear that he didn’t want to have anything to do with you, and the least you could do now was respect his wishes. But as you shuffled out of his arms to leave the bed and his rooms, his fingers wrapped gently around your wrist to hold you back and he pressed, “You’re crying, Y/N. You don’t seem to be okay so, please, tell me what’s made you cry. Because there is nothing to be ashamed of, and nothing you should feel guilty about.”

The pain in his words was more than you could bear, and when you finally shifted at the edge of the bed to look at him, his hand still holding your wrist, you could see tears brimming in his beautiful ocean eyes while he held your gaze.

“I miss you, Loki.” It came out as a quiet, broken sob, along with fresh tears spilling from your eyes. “I miss you every day. Every night. But I know that you want me gone and I respect that, so that’s what I’ll –“

You didn’t get to finish the sentence. Your mind went beautifully blank when Loki’s lips captured yours in a kiss which left your breathless and dizzy in the best of ways, urgent and desperate as his hands found their way to the sides of your head and he pulled you closer, making your heartbeat stumble and kindling new flames in your core, flames which felt right, so much better than the desire the toxin had awakened in you.

The world blurred and nothing else mattered anymore as the two of you sank down onto the mattress together, Loki situating himself on top of you, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer while your fingers wove through his soft raven strands, and the blissful moan which escaped him at the sensation sparked another burst of colours in your chest. Fireworks.

“I need you,” you breathed, “I need to feel you.”

Upon hearing these words, Loki broke the kiss to glance down at you, worry flashing in his eyes as he asked, “This…this is real, is it? Not the toxin?”

“It’s real,” you reassured with a breathless smile, and his lips where on yours again, one of his hands gently tilting your head to deepen the kiss, coaxing open your mouth to taste you, and you could feel his clothed erection pressing against your core, eliciting a sweet torrent of pleasure which cascaded through you, and you languidly rolled your hips against his, grinding your soaked core against his length to summon another lovely sound from Loki’s lips as his free hand left its place on your chin to tangle in your wet hair.

Your hands slid between your bodies and down to free him, and the groan he uttered against your lips when you grabbed him and aligned him with your dripping entrance was the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard, and you took your sweet time to drag his tip along the wetness of your folds, his breath hot and heavy on your lips, feeling how his grip in your hair tightened with the sensation.

“Are you sure?”, Loki whispered once more, and your heart seared at the tenderness in his coarse voice, the affection shining in his lust-darkened eyes as he gazed at you as if you were the only person in the world. As if you were his whole world. He was stunning in every way, with the slight flush in his cheeks, the ghost of the soft smile which played on his lips, the stray curls of his raven hair which fell into his face, and you reached out with one hand to brush them away from his forehead before you murmured, “I need you more than anything else.”

His gaze stayed locked on yours as he slid into you, burying himself in your throbbing walls until he filled you to the brim, with a gentleness as if he were scared that he could break you. The sensation of him sheathed inside of you, his chest rapidly rising and falling against yours, breathing in each other, relishing the sensation of each other, made your eyes flutter close with overwhelming bliss.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, pressing a trail of kisses along the line of your jaw. The soft moan which spilled from your lips in reply was swallowed by his kiss as he started to move, burrowing himself deeper inside your dripping heat with every languid thrust, and you felt your walls clench around him with every electric wave of pleasure he sent through you.

Head tipping back with pleasure, you slid your hands beneath the soft verdant fabric of his shirt and to the soft skin of his back, nails leaving scratch marks as you pulled him closer and deepened the kiss, and you could feel the pace of his thrusts quickening, matching the movement of your own hips snapping against his with every wanton whimper tearing from you, every stroke of his tip against the sweet spot deep inside of you.

It was your name on his lips, murmured against your own, which made you come undone with a cry of pleasure as the first waves of your orgasm swept through you, immersing you in this beautiful glowing warmth Loki made you feel, the euphoria he instilled in your very soul, and you clung to him like a lifeline as your muscles went limp and he chased his own high beside you with faltering pace, telling you he was close as well.

“I love you,” he murmured as you felt him come undone inside of you, stealing another greedy kiss from your lips as the feeling of his hot cum spilling inside of you, paired with the confession he’d just whispered, unravelled you for a third time that night, gentle and all-consuming, filling you with bliss and love and the beautiful feeling of being safe and sound in his arms, surrounded by him, bodies moulded and souls aligned like the stars dancing in your vision while Loki gently rested his forehead against yours and helped you ride out both your climaxes.

A few heartbeats of silence passed in which you both waited for your ragged breathing to calm, your heartbeats to slow. You wanted to stay like this until the end of time itself, him buried inside of you, as close as possible with his heartbeat in tune with your own.

“Did you – did you mean that?”, you panted.

“I did. I do. Every word”, he rasped, and his hand slid out of your hair to caress your cheek as he continued, “I love you, Y/N.”

Against the lump forming in your throat, you whispered, “Then why did you push me away after that kiss?”

His expression darkened, sadness obscuring the happiness which had glimmered in his ocean eyes.

“I should never have treated you this way, my love. But I was scared.”

“To let me get close?”

You cupped his face between your palms, and whispered, “I love you, too, Loki. I love you so much. But I need to know why you did it.”

He nodded, and with a shaky exhale, he rolled onto his back, pulling you with him.

“My mother’s death was my fault.”

It took a few breaths for the meaning of his words to sink in, and you could feel the strain in his voice as he went on, “I didn’t know it then, but I told them where she was. I wanted to send them to Odin, and the only person who ever believed in me, who ever gave me the feeling that I was loved, paid the price. And I was scared the same thing could happen to you.”

He swallowed, and you inched closer, placing your palm on his cheek to gently turn his head and make him look at you. Your heart bled for him, for everything he’d went through.

“I’m so sorry. I wish I could help you ease the pain,” you whispered. “But I know, with all my heart, that you won’t hurt me.”

“I was scared, because…I never loved anyone else. I never even loved myself, and I’m still sure that nobody could ever love me.”

You felt as if you could burst into tears all over again upon hearing these words, but you bit it back. There were far more important things to do. You swiped at the tears which had sprang from his eyes, just as he’d done for you earlier, and asked softly, “Can you still do this memory-telepathy-thing?”

Loki nodded with a confused frown.

“Good. Then do it”, you urged gently and grasped his hand to place his palm on your temple, closing your eyes to summon all these memories from the past few weeks. To make him see what you saw whenever you looked at him. Beauty. Pain. Loneliness. Greed. Kindness. Jealousy. Wit. Humour. Compassion. Empathy. Snatches and fragments of colours in a kaleidoscope, and above all else, love.

When Loki released his magic’s soft grasp on your memories, his tears had started flowing once more, accompanied by the most radiant smile you’d ever seen him wear, a smile which chased away all the shadows and the doubts to replace them with nothing but a pure, unfiltered joy.

He didn’t say anything when he pulled you closer into his arms, against the heart which was beating for you. And for the first time in his life, Loki felt…happiness. For the first time, he didn’t feel alone anymore. For the first time, he believed that he could learn to love himself, with you by his side.

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marveicinematics · 3 years

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how do gods workout? (thor x reader, smut)

Summary : Thor joins you when you are boxing in the training room, and you end up asking him questions about the way he works out.

Pairing : Thor x female reader.

Words : 1,614.

TW : Smut. Dirty talk, unprotected sex, grinding/dry humping, fingering, oral (male receiving), squirting, choking.

Note : This is my first time writing about Thor. It turned out way kinkier than it was supposed to be.

I’m open for request, just check the submit new stories button on my page. ♡

The training room was empty when you walked in. You were used to coming here so early that no one was awake, yet. Wearing your sport bra and a pair of black leggings, you tied your hair up in a ponytail before doing a quick warm-up. Once your body was ready for some exercices, you started boxing and kicking the bag in front of you. Lately, it was the only thing that helped you with your stress and your frustration. After what seemed to be forever but was probably only fifteen minutes, you heard the door open and saw Thor enter. You hated working out when one of the Avengers was in the room. Inferiority complex, you believed. Nodding your head when you heard his ‘hey’, you tried to focus on your session. Truth was, you had never really been close to Thor. He had that intimidating aura that was constantly radiating from him. He was a god, after all. He came from another world. He could control thunder, and his evil brother tried to subdue the whole planet. Frowning, you looked towards him as you saw him sitting down on one of the workout bench. “Wait“, you interrupted, getting his attention on you again. “You work out?“

“Yes, of course.“ Thor seemed baffled by your question, so you stepped closer, trying to explain your point. “But you’re a god.“ “I know I am. That doesn’t mean I got this body because of my powers. You should have seen my dad.“ You chuckled, not sure whether it was a joke or not — was a god allowed to joke? Silently, your eyes lingered on his chest and down to his sculpted abs. He was wearing a t-shirt that was probably two sizes too small for him. You should probably have thanked whoever helped him out with shopping on earth. “I’ve never seen you working out.“ “I usually do it at night, in my room.“ Once again, you chuckled, looking up at him and positive it had to be a dirty joke. His straight face made you realized how serious he was about it, and a soft ‘oh’ escaped your lips before your cheeks turned red. “Do you mean… working out with somebody?“ You asked him, thinking he was just bragging about the amount of girls and boys he was spending his nights with, probably. “No, I’d rather work out alone, actually.“ Your eyes widened and your face went scarlet at the thought of Thor having some alone time in his room. “You mean… Wait, what are we talking about?“ You asked. “Working out. Isn’t it the topic of the conversation?“ Once again, he looked perplex. You paused only to make sure this time, you were understanding each other. “You weren’t talking about sex?“ “Hell no“, he said, making you smile. “Why would I be mentioning that I do it by myself, in my room and at night, if I was talking about…“ He stopped halfway through, frowning. “… Never mind, I get it now.“ Bursting into laughter, you covered your mouth with your hand. It seemed to ease Thor who smiled, visibly amused by the turn this conversation took. “Well, I do sometimes use this type of… workout, too.“ “Just to be clear, you are talking about sex, now?“ He laughed, and for some reason a couple of butterflies flew in your stomach, making your face blush again. “I am.“ It took both of you a minute to calm your giggles. You breathed out when you finally felt calmer, facing Thor whose eyes hadn’t left your face since you started talking to him. He must have seen all shades of red coloring your cheeks, by now. “What about right now?“ You finally asked, but your sincere eyes shared how serious you were about that question. “Well, I’m definitely not in the mood for some fun time by myself.“ Hesitating, you took a step closer to the bench. Maybe it was how early it was, or the few exercices you had time to do before he arrived that made you feel powerful, but you didn’t feel like letting go of what you wanted right now. And what you wanted was him. “But you’re not by yourself.“ You expected him to frown, or laugh, or have any kind of reaction. Instead of it, he stayed quiet for a few seconds, enough time for you to start feeling ashamed about how bold you had been. But just when you thought about running away from this room, Thor grabbed your wrist and pulled you in, locking your lips with his. You sighed in surprised, giving his tongue access to your mouth before completely letting go of any form of control over your own body. Giving in to Thor’s actions, you grabbed his shoulders to maintain your balance as he settled you down on his knees, still sitting on the bench. As his lips were devouring yours with hunger and envy, his strong hands moved under your bra to cup your breasts, making you moan in delight. He knew what he was doing and how to drive you absolutely insane, as if he was reading your mind. The only moment his lips left yours was when he put his mouth on your breast, licking and sucking at your nipple to get it hard and sensitive for him. “Fuck, Thor.“ You groaned, arching against him to give him more access. As your hips pushed closer to his, you felt how hard he was under his shorts. You shivered in anticipation, realizing how big he seemed to be. Teasing him, you started moving your hips against his shaft, earning a soft groan as he bit down on your nipple. You ground against him harder, feeling yourself getting soaking wet through your leggings. His hips met yours frenetically, and you could tell he was already enjoying this. Your moans became lourder as you felt the familiar tickling in between your legs. “Wait, please. I want you inside me.“ You begged, trying to move away from him, only to have Thor’s arms slamming you against his strong body again. “I’m going to bend you over this bench and fuck you senseless until you cum screaming my name.“ And he did. Before you could realize, you were bend over the bench, ass facing the blonde man and your legs spread for him. Of course, he tore your legging and panties up, which caused you to moan louder. Filling you with one quick thrust right after he pushed his shorts down, you had confirmation about how big he was, his cock brushing your inner walls as he kept going deeper. “Do you like it?“ You asked, turning your face to see him. He was sweating, his hands grabbing your waist only to pull you towards him at each thrusts. Everything about his face screamed pleasure, from his closed eyes to the way he was biting his lip down, almost making himself bleed. Feeling bold again, you gave a hard thrust towards him, letting him entering you harder than he expected it. “I said, do you like being inside me.“ “Yes, fuck yes. I do!“ He groaned as he leaned towards you. One of his hand grabbed your breast that was bouncing to the rhythm of his hips, and the other one rested on your throat, making you gasp at the thought of it. You felt your core clench around his cock, making it harder for him to move. “Oh fuck, love. You want me to choke you, don’t you?“ He asked, as his grip tighten around your throat. “You need my hand around your throat while I fuck you hard and make your pussy squirt for me.“ You knew he was right. He must have been, because you felt so close already. Thor pulled out and made you whine to the loss. But he quickly freed your breast to push two fingers inside of you as his other hand tighten again, making it harder for you to catch your breath. “There, love. You better cum for me, harder than you ever had, okay?“ You nodded, and his fingers curled inside you, hitting your spot and making you scream in pleasure. You felt your legs shake as he pushed faster, his thumb finding your clit to rub it at the same rhythm. This man knew how to finger a woman. Eyes closed shut, your walls tightened around his fingers when you neared your orgasm, and he choked you as his fingers paced up inside yourself. “I’m coming!“ That’s all you were able to scream before silently coming against his hand, making a mess of everything as your juice squirted out on your legs and on Thor’s hand. He kept fingering you, making it hard for you to gain some control back. You just kept shaking and coming, O-face attesting of how lost you were in the pleasure he was giving you. It was probably one of the best orgasm you ever experienced. “Good girl.“ You took a deep breath when he let go of your throat and took his fingers out of your pussy only to lick them clean. Still panting, you kneeled in front of Thor, looking up at him. “What are you doing?“ “Helping you finish your workout.“ You said, licking the tip of his erected cock. He moaned loudly, grabbing your ponytail right before you put his whole length inside your mouth, inch by inch, making him buck his hips a couple of time. You only took it out when you gaged. “Open your mouth, I’m close.“ He ordered, and you obeyed. Mouth opened, tongue out, you watched the god of thunder’s fist working fast on his cock as he reached heaven. “God, yes!“ He screamed as he came undone, emptying his hot seed on your tongue. You licked him clean and swallowed, as he was catching his breath, before wiping your mouth clean with the back of your hand. “That was a good work out, I think.“ Thor nodded, looking down at you before helping you back on your feet. “We should do that again, later. But we need to find you new pants, first.“

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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Theatre of Love

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader

Summary: A trip to the cinema with Flo ends in something special.

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AC: I am a SUCKER for old school romance so I 10/10 loved this idea! I just used Thor for this, I haven’t seen it myself yet so there are no spoilers!

*This is a request from my old blog*

Florence and you made plans to go see the new Thor: Love and Thunder movie that was showing. You’ve been friends with Florence for a couple years ever since meeting on the set of a film you worked on. Recently you’ve come to terms with the fact that you actually have feelings for Florence, but you didn’t tell her that in fear of rejection.

“Hey!” Florence smiled and hugged you outside the cinema. “Hey!” you replied, “how are you?” you added. It’s been a week since you last say her. Her hug was tight, protective, and warm.

“Oh, you know, busy, busy, busy” she smiled, “what about you?” she asked.

“I’ve been good. Keen to finally watch Thor though! I’ve heard mixed opinions”

“Same here! It looks like a great film though”

The way the lighting of the ticket box hit her face lightened her eyes just a little more and you tried not to look too long into them in case you lost yourself like you normally did. “Shall we go in?” she asked. You nodded, “popcorn here I come” you chuckled, opening the door for her. “Thank you” Florence softly smiled.

You both grabbed some snacks, you paid for it, you insisted.

Once you both settled into your seats the ads started playing, nobody ever paid mind to them so if gave you and Flo some extra time to chat before the film starts.

“How’s work?” you asked her.

“I’ve got a few new bits and pieces coming up, I’m excited and ready to dive right back in” she said with a hint of excitement. “That’s great!” you smiled “I know how much you’ve been waiting to get right back to it” you added.

“How’s things with you, I mean, I heard about the breakup but I just, I didn’t think it was my place to ask”

You and your ex broke up months ago, things just didn’t work out. You both left on good times.

“Oh, fine actually, we left on good terms. Just one of those things just didn’t work out”

Florence placed her hand on top of yours. It was warm and softly, “you’ll find somebody, you’re a wonderful person” she spoke as her thumb rubbed the top of your head softly. You softly smiled and thanked her.

The room darkened and the film started. She left her hand on yours, her thumb still rubbing your skin gently. Her attention was drawn to the movie, as was yours.

As the movie played you found yourself stealing looks at Florence when she wasn’t paying attention, admiring the way her eyes sparkled from the lighting of the movie and when she laughed her nose scrunched.

Little did you know that when you weren’t paying attention, she was catching looks at you, she loved the smile the formed on your face when something funny happened or how you shook your head at Thor’s naked scene. She loved the most when you were invested in the scenes, the slight frown on your face when you were concerned.

There was a period of time where Flo had moved her hand to eat popcorn, you missed the touch of her hand on yours and how soft her skin was. Eventually you felt her hand creep back to yours although this time her fingers interlocked with yours. You looked down and smiled ever so softly, turning your hand the other way, giving her access to hold your hand properly. You slowly looked to her, she gave you a soft smile then turned her attention back to the movie.

When the post credit scene came up you turn to steal one last look at Florence only to be met when her eyes already locked on you. Her free hand cupped your cheek light as she slowly moved closer to you and pressed her softly lips on yours. You felt like you were going to explode, Florence was kissing you and you loved every second of it. She smiled against your lips, “can we talk about this at mine?” she asked. You nodded.

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You drove behind Florence on the way to her house, nervous as ever. She wanted to talk about the kiss? Did she regret it? If she did why did she smile? Thoughts flooded your mind until you pulled up in her driveway. She waited for you before unlocking the door.

She led the both of you to the kitchen where she flicked the kettle on. It was silent between you both, you prayed on the inside that she wasn’t going to say what you dreaded deep down.

“I had fun” she spoke to break the awkward silence.

“Same here”

Florence looked at you, reading how uncomfortable you were. Only because you were worried about what she was going to say. “I hope I didn’t cross any boundaries when I kissed you”

“No, of course” you assured her. She smiled, “I’m glad because” she paused for a moment, “I think you’re so beautiful” she added.

You felt your cheeks go red from her compliment, she noticed and let out a small chuckled. “I’d really, really like to take you out to dinner sometime” she said before the kettle beeped.

“I like that but…”

Florence stopped her actions of making the two of you a tea as she looked at you. “But?” she questioned.

“If you wanted, I’d rather you cook” you smiled. She sighed in relief, “I’d love that even more” she spoke.

Florence finished making the two of you a tea and then the two of you sat together on the sofa. “Can I be honest with you?” you asked her. She nodded while looking at you. “I really like you Florence, I have for a while, so I just wanted you to know that” you admitted. Florence placed her hand on your thigh for comfort. “I’m so glad you admitted that because I really like you too” she smiled.

The two of you spent the afternoon close to each other, talking and laughing, Florence asking you what you’d like for her to cook before you both settled on a night you both had free. You were excited and so was she, for once, things were looking up for you and you were ready to see what life had in store for you and Florence.

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sserpente · 3 years

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A/N: So this is a much requested Part II of this Christmas Imagine which I suppose you can also read on its own. Also has requests from @keepcalmandtravelonkate and @fandom-rpblog as well as the exclusive Zoom meeting idea. Haha, enjoy everyone! ♥

Words: 1822 Warnings: fluff

Christmas Eve came sooner than you had thought and it was about as cheerful as you had imagined it. Thor greeted you with mug of steaming hot chocolate first thing in the morning, wearing the ugly Christmas sweater you had bought him last year and Tony was already in the spacious living room with Pepper to finish up the preparations for his annual Christmas party.

You spent the entire day baking biscuits and didn’t see Loki all day but for some peculiar reason you hoped that he too would attend the biggest Christmas party in New York City. Tony had invited everyone—no, that was not entirely true, the party was, in fact, for everyone—especially those who had no one else to spend Christmas Eve with or wanted to do so with none other than the famous Avengers.

With a sigh, you finished applying your red lipstick and admired yourself in the mirror. The green dress shimmering like a thousand tiny crystals had cost you way more than what you would normally spend on clothes but the occasion was worth it. You had only realised after that green was Loki’s colour too. Another sigh escaped your lips.

The God of Mischief and you had not really spoken since the roof-incident. Part of you wondered whether he was about as confused as you about what had happened between you, especially after Thor had interpreted your entanglement in a romantic manner, the other insisted you didn’t think too much of it. Loki was just… Loki. Mysterious, mischievous and handsome. Wait… handsome?

By the time you arrived at the party, more than two dozen guests had already arrived. Dressed in Christmas pullovers, suits or festive dresses much like you, they held small glasses full of mulled wine, eggnog or champagne, munching on biscuits and other Christmas treats and chatting with each other and the superheroes who had already joined the party guests, impressing them with their stories and their skills.

Your heart skipped a beat when you spotted Loki standing only a few feet away from you. Heavens, he should not be allowed to wear suits. Instead of the light version of his Asgardian signature outfit you usually saw him in, the God of Mischief was dressed in an all-black suit complimenting his raven hair and tall figure. It was perfect to blend in and not attract too much attention, for many citizens still avoided him like the plague after everything that had happened only a few years back. Your eyes met, sending waves of electricity though you, and he nodded.

You furrowed your brows when somebody spoke your name. “Is that you?” Much to your dismay, you recognised the voice immediately. It belonged to Derek, your ex-boyfriend. Derek who collected action figures of the Avengers and who owned a Captain America costume worth five-hundred dollars. Derek, who had cheated on you with other women and, upon your break-up, had blamed you for the sexual imbalance in your relationship. Needless to say, you had not exactly ended it on good terms. The last thing you wanted to do was chat to him of all people on Christmas Eve. Much rather, you’d finally spend some time with Loki again. He was fun to be around once he had warmed up to someone…

“I tried to text you like… a hundred times.”

“I saw. I blocked your number after fifty.” You retorted.

“Don’t be like that. I was going to make up, you know.”

“You literally told me it’s my fault that you went ahead and fucked other women behind my back, Derek!”

“Because you didn’t give me what I need in the bedroom, baby. We should have talked about that more. It wouldn’t happen again. Let’s talk about this. Can I get you a drink?”

“No, thank you.”

“Okay… Care to dance with me then?”

“Absolutely not.” You hissed.

“Come on. You are not here with someone, are you?”

You blinked. Fuck. Think, think, think. “Yes, actually.” You lied quickly. Your eyes fell on Loki who met your gaze again in a strange and almost affectionate way—something had definitely changed between you since he had helped you decorate the Avengers facility and you remembered, with butterflies in your belly, how he had caught you in his arms when you had fallen off the roof like a bird with broken wings. The idea came to you before you could properly think it through. Derek would never dare to defy someone like Loki. He was your perfect alibi to get rid of him.

“I’m here with my boyfriend. You probably know Loki?” Before you could change your mind, you stepped forward, closed the remaining distance between you and put your arm under Loki’s. He did not fail to react. Turning away from Thor, he frowned and stared at your linked arms, then opened his mouth to question you. Much to your relief, however, the gesture did not seem to anger him.

You shot him a pleading glance. Play along, you thought. Please, take the hint.

“Are you serious right now?” Derek spat, a both disgusted and shocked expression on his face.

Much to your surprise—or maybe not—Loki wrapped his arms around your middle then, pressing you against his strong body. Your heart skipped a beat. This felt like him cradling you in his arms like a bride, only more… intense, for this time—this time, it was actually intentional.

Loki gave Derek a glare, his lips ghosting over your forehead. “Are you alright, my sweet mortal?” My sweet mortal? “I believe you have promised me a dance.”

Derek swallowed, blinking at you a few times—and then, without a word, he shook his head and disappeared in the burbling and dancing crowd. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. Good thing for you he’d always been a coward.

But while relief was flooding your veins, at the very same time, adrenaline set every single cell of your body on fire. Loki was still holding you. His lips against your skin had felt like the gentle kiss of a butterfly… You looked up, if anything not to make the situation even more awkward than it already was, given that by now, both Thor and Natasha had become rather taken aback witnesses as well.

“Thank you. I really owe you.” You muttered.

“I take it this was a former suitor of yours?”

You gave him a weak smile. “That’s a very elegant way to put it but yes, he is my ex-boyfriend. I left him when I found out he cheated on me—repeatedly. I panicked when he approached me and I knew he’d be scared of you.”

“Why thank you.” Loki replied with dismay before, much to your surprise, a smirk grew on his lips.

“No! I just meant…”

“I know what you meant. So?”

“S-so what?”

“He is still watching you. You would do well to keep up the act.” Loki said, keeping you from spinning around to check. But he was probably right either way. You had just announced in front of a bunch of strangers as well as your ex-boyfriend and two Avengers that Loki and you were dating. You were honestly surprised the Trickster did not at all seem too bothered by this very circumstance, not to mention what it meant for you. Ever since the roof-incident, you certainly didn’t mind clinging onto him like that.

“Dance with me.” He commanded softly, one of his large hands coming to rest on your waist while the other interlinked with yours. “He will lose interest if you feign easiness.”

You nodded quickly, leaning into him to not raise any suspicion and taking a deep breath when the side of your face connected with his chest. Loki rested his chin on the top of your head, weighing you gently from side to side as if the music was made of waves carrying you over an ocean. It was a classic playing right now—What are you doing New Year’s Eve by Ella Fitzgerald—sweet, calm… romantic. This evening was going in a very dangerous direction now but you couldn’t help but feel safe and protected in the God of Mischief’s arms. Who would have thought that putting up Christmas decoration together would create such a strong bond between two people… a mortal and a god on top of that?

“I got you a Christmas present, you know.” You murmured after a while.

His voice vibrated in his chest, you could feel it against your cheek. “Did you now?”

“Hmm…” He stole away your ability to speak. That was so unfair! “I was going to give it to you tomorrow morning but… would you like me to give it to you now, in private?” It would be the perfect excuse to get away from here for a bit too, even if, in better lighting, Loki would probably notice your blushed cheeks.

“Lead the way, my sweet mortal.” There it was again. Smiling up at him sheepishly, you moved a step back and took his hand, practically fleeing from the scene.

Loki remained in the doorway when you reached your room. Whether it was out of decency or respect, you couldn’t quite tell. You crossed your room with quick steps, reaching for Loki’s gift under your bed. You had wrapped it in green paper and decorated it with a golden bow. A bit of a cliché perhaps but it looked just perfect.

“Merry Christmas, Loki.” You said when you returned to him and handed it to him. He only took it hesitatingly.

“Why did you get me a gift?”

You shrugged. “I just wanted to be nice. I doubt the others will have gotten you something so I thought… just so you can unwrap something too?” You almost choked on your nervous laughter. “You know I almost decided not to give it to you after all after you almost drove me mad when I was hanging up the Christmas lights.”

Loki chuckled. “I suppose you made that consideration before I saved your life.”

“More or less...” You replied, winking at him. Hey… this isn’t so hard after all!

Your heart was pounding in your chest by the time he unwrapped it, revealing the notebook and the green and gold fountain pen you had gotten him. It even came with green ink.

“It’s not much, really, just…” You said quickly. “I keep seeing you scribbling and reading a lot and I thought…”

“Thank you.” He interrupted. Honesty swung in his smooth voice, making your heart beat faster in an instant. At this speed, you were going to need an ambulance soon.

You smiled. “I ought to thank you. Derek is a dick. You saved me twice now, I’m in your debt.”

Loki chuckled once more, looking you deeply in the eye. “Yes. I believe you are.” It was, without a doubt, a promise.

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Vicious

Part IV

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, all characters are adults.

Words: 1880.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

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After you came back to your room, you got a message from Steve about changing the locks on both you door and your locker. You were so taken aback by today's conversation in the student council room that you had completely forgotten about it. Apparently, Steve had already requested the change of locks on your behalf through email, and you were really grateful to him for that: you dreaded coming back to the room that had been forced open. Of course, tonight you would have to move your dresser to the door so that nobody could enter when you'd be sleeping.

Shit. It was absolutely crazy.

"I'm not sure about all this, Steve." You texted him while laying on your bed and staring at your phone in the darkness of the room. "It doesn't seem right."

Naturally, you meant the fake dating thing. It felt horrible thinking of what others would think after seeing you with five different guys. Would they be calling you a whore in the open? Make some nasty jokes behind your back? Report you to the school administration for immoral behavior? Remembering those bigots from the student office, you cringed at the thought.

Besides, it still didn't make sense to you why you had to date all five. Sure, if they were around you at all times like your friends, these unhinged bastards who stole your things wouldn't do anything funny again, but it wasn't like that. What could one guy do against a group of other students?

"Listen, I didn't want to talk about it in class, but I'm worried it won't end with a stolen lingerie."

You didn't like his message.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. They might attempt something much worse than a theft."

Oh no. Was he talking about rape? Seriously? Did he anticipate others were so crazy they would do something like that?

But then again, girls were being raped in colleges even if it weren't the all-boys schools. A shiver ran down your spine.

"But if several people attack me, just one of you won't be enough." You typed with your shaky fingers, trembling beneath your blanket.

"It's not about the pure force. Each of us has a certain reputation, and others wouldn't want to cross us over because of it."

Wait, this was interesting. What on Earth did he mean? What kind of reputation was that to prevent people from messing with them?

"Thor is a good athlete and a great leader, his basketball team is ready to beat people to death for him."

"Loki's father is one of academy’s main sponsors, and he can have this school turned upside down if he wants to."

"Bucky is a threat by himself, but he also have a company of loyal friends."

"I don't think Peter is serious enough to scare anyone, but with his computer skills he could easily blackmail others, I’ve already seen him doing it. Students would be wary to cross him over just like any of us."

Steve was writing you a bunch of messages with a terrifying speed, and you could barely read the first when he was already sending you the second. It felt absolutely insane. Did he choose every guy because the more powerful admirers you have, the less others would intervene? Well, at least in case of Bucky and Thor who could beat people to near death, it was wise. You preferred not to think of Peter - you had no idea someone as sweet and caring as him did something as disgusting as a blackmail.

“But what others will think? 5 boyfriends? Others will think you are dating-” you paused, chewing your lips to bit, “- a whore. Nobody gonna stood up for me.”

"Imagine if each of us tells our friends that other four guys were just asked to watch over you, but you date only one.”

Oh. Yes, this was slightly better. Then you wouldn’t have to do something as bold as kissing every guy in public, instead maintaining the mystery who you were really dating.

Damn, how Steve even came up with this plan? Why was everything so complicated?

“It’s getting late. Good night.” Your phone vibrated again, and you huffed with irritation. You hoped you could ask him a bit more - about what you were going to do with the thieves Steve found, for example - but he was probably getting tired with all your questions. It was better to ask him tomorrow.

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The next morning you were restless: since you were starting to going out with guys, you felt like you needed to look better than you usually were, so you spent your morning working on your hair and makeup. It was like fake dating, right? You had to pretend you wanted to look pretty for them.

What else did you have to do? Cook something sweet for them? Yeah, probably, but not at the start of your relationship. Going to cafe together? Helping each other study? Loki also mentioned the cinema...

You felt dumb. Of course, you dated guys before, but now you realized you had no idea how to act not to cause any suspicion. Oh boy, it was going to be a tough day.

Thor nocked at you door thirty minutes before your first session, but you woke up so early you were more than ready to go. As you opened the door, first moving the dresser back to its place, the guy looked at you with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Hey, what was that?"

"The dresser. I can't leave the door just like that until the lock is changed."

He blinked at you, watching the door and then probably remembering somebody forced the lock open to steal your underwear.

"These guys are batshit crazy." He mumbled and nodded you to go with him, putting his hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry, they won't do it again."

You wanted to argue they definitely would, but, seeing his warm smile, you thought Thor simply wanted to cheer you up and smiled at him in return. In the end, he was here only to make you feel safer: you didn't doubt he was very popular with the girls every time he went out to the city.

"You look great today!" He said sheepishly, walking in the dorm's corridor while other students were staring at him silently, obviously surprised to see you two together. "I mean, not that you looked bad yesterday, I just..."

Watching his face suddenly getting crimson red, you couldn't help but giggle at his expression. You could never think Thor was actually bashful around girls. Yeah, at your old place he'd definitely be one of the most popular guys around.

It was lunch time when you two could actually talk, sitting together at the same table and being watched by everyone around. Strangely, with Thor constantly talking and often rubbing your hand with his, it didn't feel suffocating, and you held your head high: regardless whether those pricks were looking at you, you weren't going to run away to your room and cry there like a little girl. Loki was right: you weren't a silly little sheep, scared of your own shadow. You wouldn't let anyone spoil your time in the academy you dreamt studying in.

Funny enough, Thor turned out to be a talkative type when he was speaking about basketball and his team in particular. He loved sports: while you were more into hockey, the way he talked was so enthusiastic it made you listen to him with a genuine interest. Thor's love for basketball was infectious.

He seemed a simple man, this giant bag of muscles who was laughing so loud people around him flinched; Thor wasn't the exact type of a guy you would encounter on your own, but he seemed nice, sincere, and surprisingly softhearted. You felt at ease talking to him, and soon you too acted like you'd known each other for long.

It was a pity you'd only met under this circumstances. It felt like you two could became friends.

But then when Thor absent-mindedly put his arm around your shoulders, you remembered Loki's warning: they would try to gain your favors. Was it the reason Thor was so nice to someone he just met? Wasn't it suspicious of him? You couldn't let your guard down after just one lunch together. In fact, you knew nothing of the man sitting in front of you.

"I knew something like would happen." Some guy to your left sighed loudly, catching your attention. "They were fucking crazy."

"I'm not surprised either. I just wanna know who they got in a fight with to be beaten like that. Have you heard they broke Gray's both legs?"

"Woah, both? That's brutal, man."

You shivered, trying not to listen to them.

"It'd happen sooner or later anyway. They were completely wild."

A word caught your attention right away: that was what Steve called those students who were stealing your things. Could it be a coincidence? Surely, in an all-boys school the students were fighting each other constantly.

But to the point of breaking both legs of someone? Really?

As you sent Thor a nervous look, he gently patted your shoulder, lowering his voice so no one would hear him, "I'm sure it's nothing to do with you. These things happen here from time to time because the guys have no idea what to do with all that testosterone."

You hoped he was right.

The rest of the day went as usual aside from Thor walking the corridors with you and chatting about sports: he managed to convince you to come see the game next month when they would be having a tournament. You were grateful to him for helping to ease your mind because the news of guys being sent to the ambulance made you shook. Steve also mentioned something about his and other's friends ready to beat anyone to death, right?

By the middle of your last class you couldn't think of it any longer and quickly typed a message to Loki. Of all people, right now he seemed the most sincere to you.

"Hi. Are the guys who were beaten last night are the ones who stole my things?"

Waiting was a special torture when you held the phone in your arms beneath your desk, hoping to see your screen lighting up with a message. In five minutes you got your reply.

"Yes." The message said simply, but it was enough for you to stare at your phone with horror, wishing you didn't ask Loki anything.

Oh shit. It wasn't a coincidence, right? It's impossible. Somebody did it on purpose. But who of the five?

"Do you know who did it?"

Next time he answered pretty fast, "No."

A part of you felt relieved. Maybe it wasn't related, finally. Maybe they got beaten by somebody who was fed up with their attitude because they were crazy as the guys in the cafeteria said.

But what if it weren't true?

"Who's the most brutal among you five?"

Biting your lips, you started rocking in your chair a little, making the guy on your left to roll his eyes in irritation.

The phone's screen flashed again.

"Barnes."

Part V

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