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michelleleewise · 1 year

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Eternity

Pairing: Vampire Loki x Virgin reader x bucky

Warnings: swearing, angst, hurt feelings, james needs a hug, mentions of alcohol, stalking, smut 18+, loss of virginity, technical character death...but not really I guess....mentions of blood and fangs.

Summary: Loki has a serious conversation with you, as the danger looms closer....

**dividers by: @firefly-graphics

**thank you so so much @mochie85 for listening to my constant rambling and for your unwavering support if this crazy story!! I appreciate you more then you know!! 💚💚💚

Part Seven-

James downed the shot, wincing at the burn In his throat as he tried fruitlessly to drown his feelings. He ran his hands down his face feeling his eyes burn. He wanted to go back, to run as fast as he could in whatever direction Loki was, but the pain was too much, like a hot knife had slashed at his heart. Flashes of nights spent together, limbs tangled together, hands and lips exploring eachother until dawn. He shook his head, wiping his eyes he waved the bartender over when a commotion by the front doors got his attention.

Turning his head he saw a tall cloaked figure pushing another man inside before slamming the door. He squinted in the dim light but couldn't make the man out with the hood covering him. "You are certain this is where he was?" The man bellowed grabbing the other man's collar. "Yeah, this is the place! I swear!" The man pleaded looking up at him. "Very well, I have no further use for you." The cloaked man growled tossing the other aside as he stalked up to the bar. "What can I get you?" The bartender asked nervously "I am looking for someone, a friend of mine." The man said turning his head "he is tall, and slender with long black hair, have you seen him?" The man asked "um no, I haven't seen anyone who looks like that." The bartender replied.

James watched the man sit on the barstool turning to look at the other patrons "hm, get me your strongest whiskey and I shall wait." The man said sternly. James glanced over at him trying to make out who he was, he knew he was looking for Loki, but why. "You there." The man said pointing at him "have you seen the man I described?" The man asked "no, can't say I have." James replied, trying to keep his face passive. The bartender returned with a glass and bottle "leave it." The man growled snatching the bottle before stalking off to a table in the corner. James looked back at the bartender scooting his glass forward when he came over to refill it "hey, you seen that guy before?" James asked glancing back at the man "no, and I'd prefer not to again." The bartender said rushing off to help another patron.

James nursed his drink, trying not to draw attention to himself while keeping an eye on the stranger feeling relieved Loki hadnt come in tonight. He looked at the time seeing sunrise was only a few hours away and got up, paying for his drink before slipping his coat on, whoever this man was he had to tell Loki....warn him. He had heard stories of vampire hunters but had never seen one and something about this man didn't sit right with him. He walked to the door feeling the man's eyes on him, releasing a breath as he made it outside. He zipped up his coat and headed toward the mansion.

You stood at the bottom of the steps looking up at the massive house, remembering the last time you were here. "Darling, after you." Your heard Loki say as you walked up the steps past him into the foyer, jumping slightly feeling his hands on your collar "apologies, I did not mean to startle you." He said sliding your coat down your arms hanging it up. "Would you care for a drink?" He asked watching you "n..no, thank you." You said looking around. "Very well, come." He said walking into the living room. You took a deep breath, following him as he sat in a deep green armchair by the fire. "Please, sit" He said motioning to the chair across from him.

You sat down slowly, looking everywhere but him, pulling your skirt down as far as you could feeling your anxiety rise "Let's begin shall we?" He said crossing one leg over the other "I will try to explain as best as I can." He said. Clearing his throat he looked into your eyes, watching your lashes flutter against your cheeks, the way your skin flushed when you were nervous. "as I mentioned, to sustain my immortality I must drink from you three times, when I...penatrate your skin, my fangs release an enzyme if you will, to help reduce the...effects." He smiled seeing you shiver, did you know what you do to him? "The more enzyme in your blood stream, the more like us you become, I take it you are sensative to light and cannot sleep yes?" He asked "y..yes, as well as the dreams." You said looking up at him seeing him nod, if only you knew you haunted his every thought.

"So, what happens if you don't.." You asked waving your hand bringing him back to reality "then that is as they that." He said with a sad smile. "You'll die?" You asked seeing him nod looking into the fire. "Tell me y/n..what is It that you desire?" He asked, his gaze slowly meeting yours. "I..I don't.." you started as he uncrossed his legs standing up. "what is it you truly want?" He asked, towering over you, running his thumb along your bottom lip, gods how he wanted to devour you "Um, I.." you trailed off, feeling his fingers ghost over your exposed arm "to be touched..." he purred, walking behind the chair, his fingers traveling across your shoulder "to be..caressed.." he whispered in your ear making you shiver. "Tell me.." he said coming to stand in front of you, placing his hands on the arms of the chair caging you in.

"I can show you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams." He purred placing his hands on your knees "do things to you that you've only ever imagined.." he said, his hands slowly sliding up your thighs, pushing your skirt up. You swallowed hard, feeling your face heat up "do not try to deny it darling.." he whispered gently parting your legs "I can feel your heart racing.." he purred, he wondered if you could hear his. Leaning into you, his face inches from yours "I can smell you.." he purred, feeling his fingers dip under the hem of your skirt. "I wish to offer all of that to you...and more." He said, his eyes meeting yours "an eternity...with me, by my side." He said, placing a genlty kiss to your neck, his fingers ghosting over your clothed core making you shiver.

"B...but what about..." you trailed off feeling him nibble your neck "what..your dead end job...your miniscule apartment...those people who call themselves your friends?" He asked pulling back to look at you. "I can give you everything you have ever wanted." He said. You gripped his wrist, a moan escaping your lips feeling him push your panties aside, his fingers slowly rubbing circles around your clit "Tell me...all you need do is say it and it shall be yours." He purred, his lips hovering over yours feeling his warm breath on your lips. "Y..yes..." you breathed, digging your fingers into his wrist feeling his fingers slide down to your entrance "i..I want you..i..want it all." You panted "and you shall have it." He said pressing his lips to yours.

His free hand wound into your hair, gently pulling your head to the side deepening the kiss as he slowly slid a finger inside you hearing you moan. He took the opportunity to press his tongue past your parted lips, caressing yours as your back arched up off the chair. He added a second finger, slowly pumping them in and out as he pulled back looking down at you. Your flushed cheeks, your soft lips puffy and swollen, Gods you drove him mad as he watched you rock your hips with his hand. "Do you wish to come darling?" He purred, adding a third finger watching you head fall back, eyes clenched shut. "Y..yes Loki..please.." you panted, digging your fingers into the arms of the chair.

He watched you come undone, the tightness in his pants becoming unbearable, but he knew what he had to do first. He slipped his fingers from you hearing you whimper "patience darling, there is something we must take care of first." He said grabbing your hand pulling you up. He walked you over to the couch, sitting down he pulled you onto his lap, your thighs on either side of his, you groaned feeling his erection press against your core, rocking your hips against him "you are insatiable aren't you?" He smirked seeing your cheeks flush. "Do not worry darling, I will give you what you need." He purred, pulling your chest flush with his "but first..." he trailed off, opening his mouth you gasped seeing his fangs "I will be gentle, you have my word?" He smiled grabbing the back of your head he guided you closer, placing soft kisses along your jaw down your neck.

He gripped your hair, tilting your head exposing more of your beautiful neck "are you ready darling?" He asked, his tongue licking your pulse point "y..yes im..ready" you stuttered, gripping his shoulders feeling his fangs scrape against your skin. You felt his free hand slide up, cupping your breast, his fingers tweaking your nipple as his fangs punctured your skin making you cry out. He held you tight against his chest, lapping and sucking "Mm you are exquisite." He moaned sucking harder. His hand slid down from your breast, dipping under your skirt he cupped your heat, rubbing you over your panties "f..fuck...loki...aahh.." you moaned, rocking your hips against his palm "come for me darling...let me taste you.." he breathed against your neck.

You felt the tightening in your stomach, every nerve in your body firing at once "that's it..let go darling." He moaned, his palm rubbing faster against your clit. "Oh god....Loki..." you moaned, feeling your orgasms wash over you digging your nails into his shoulders hearing him groan. He pulled back looking up at you, his pupils blown wide you could barely see the green in them, his lips stained red from your blood "y..you are intoxicating." He panted. Your hands dove onto his hair, your mouth engulfing his tasting yourself on his tongue making you moan. "Fuck me Loki..please..I need it...I need you.." you breathed against his lips. He flipped you over, pressing your back into the cushions as he hovered over you. "You are sure?" He asked looking onto your eyes "yes Loki..I'm sure." You said reaching up unbuckleing his belt.

He grabbed the hem of your skirt, pulling it and your panties down your legs tossing them aside as you reached up gripping his shirt ripped it open, hearing buttons fly across the room. "S..sorry..i.." you started, feeling his finger against your lips "do not worry, it's only a shirt." He smiled pulling you up he pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it away with the rest. "No bra...you are naughty aren't you?" He smirked pressing you back down. You watched him slide his shirt down his arms, his muscles flexing under the soft skin. You reached up running a hand down his abs, feeling every muscle flex under your fingers. He unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down when he slowly spread your knees apart, crawling up your body pressing his cock against your entrance. "W..will it hurt" you asked, looking down gasping at his size "look at me darling." He said lifting your chin "I will go slow, tell me if you need to stop" He said cupping your cheek "o..ok." you said wrapping your arms around his back.

You felt him slowly press into you, digging your nails into his back as he stretched you. "Ok darling?" He asked looking down at you "yes..I'm ok." You said lifting your leg onto the back of the couch "almost...there darling, your taking me so well" He panted, pushing further into you. With one hard thrust he bottomed out making you both moan. "How are you feeling?" He asked watching you "im ok..just..move please." You panted wiggling your hips. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours as he slowly pulled out almost to the tip before pressing back in. "Fuck..your..so tight." He groaned rocking his hips into you "aaahh l..loki.." you moaned, dragging your nails down his back, the pain giving way to pleasure as he thrust into you.

"Are you ready?" He asked snapping his hips hard, hitting the soft spot inside you making you cry out. "Y..yes! I'm ready Loki." You panted, watching him bring his wrist to his mouth, his fangs piercing his skin "and you are certain this is what you want? Once you drink from me you are mine..forever, we will be bonded until one of us meets our end." He said. You looked into his eyes, a warm feeling washed over you..was this love? You cupped his cheek "yes Loki. I am certain." You said seeing him smile. He brought his wrist to your lips, not taking his eyes off of you "all you need do is drink from me, and I am yours." He said. You grabbed his wrist, turning your head you brought it to your lips, sucking gently tasting the warm copper taste on your tongue igniting your senses.

"L..look at me." Loki moaned, snapping his hips hard into making you moan. Your eyes met his as you sucked and lapped at his wrist "y..yes..like that..mm harder.." he groaned griping the arm of the couch with his free hand. "Ahh god...y/n...." he moaned slamming into you hard, your teeth digging into his flesh. "I..I need you to come y/n...i need to feel you.." he groaned. You felt him twitch inside you as you clenched around him. You looked up, seeing his eyes closed, his lips parted hearing him moan, the sight alone tipping you over the edge, your orgasm slammed into you biting down on his wrist. "Fuck...y/n..." he moaned loudly, thrusting in hard, holding himself inside you as he came hard, painting your walls with his release.

"Y/n..." he breathed, leaning down trying to pull his wrist from your lips hearing you groan. "That's enough darling, let go." He said pulling free as you tried to grab at his arm "ah ah, you need to sleep." He said cupping your cheek. "But..I don't feel any different." You said trying to pull his wrist to you again "you will, after you wake. Now sleep darling." He said slowly pulling out of you hearing you whine. He grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch, draping it over you tucking you in. "Loki.." you whispered grabbing his hand "shh. I will be right here when you wake up." He said pushing your hair back. You smiled up at him, feeling your eyelids become heavy as Loki stroked your hair. "That's it darling, sleep." He purred. Stepping back looking down at you he couldn't help smile. You had warmed a part of his heart he thought died long ago.

He grabbed his pants, sliding them on he bent down picking up his shirt, laughing at the way you ripped his buttons off. He slid it on, walking to the bookshelf he grabbed the one he'd been reading before settling back in his green chair by the fire. He wasn't sure how long it would take, but he would make sure he was right there when you woke up.

Loki sat reading when he heard a whimper escape you. He sat his book down, kneeling in front of you seeing you begin to twitch. "It's alright darling, I'm right here." He whispered in your ear hearing you sigh. Holding your hand he felt your heart race in your palm, he looked up seeing the color slowly drain from your face, being replaced by the pale hue his was. He felt you twitch again, your pulse stopping and your skin growing cold as you breathed out. He watched you intently...waiting. a few seconds past and he was becoming nervous when you took a deep breath in, your pulse resuming at a normal rate.

He let out the breathe he was holding as you snuggled further into the blanket. "Sleep well darling." He said kissing your head. He got up, walking to his chair when he heard a knock at the door. He looked at the time seeing it was a few hours still until dawn "who.." he thought waking to the door he looked through the peep hole "no.." he breathed, stepping back staring at the door hearing another knock. He grabbed the knob, steeling his nerves as he opened the door, his eyes meeting warm blue ones. "James.." he sighed, a smile spreading across his face "Loki.." he said. They stood there looking around eachother, words escaping them when James remembered why he was there.

"I need to talk to you, its important." He said as Loki stepped aside "certainly, come in." He said motioning inside. James walked into the foyer looking around, memories playing through his mind when Loki cleared his throat "w..what did you need to discuss?" He asked looking down "Loki, there was.." he started when he heard you from the living room "loki..." you called out making him stiffen. "Oh..i..I'm sorry I didn't.." James started when Loki held his hand up "there is no need to apologize...I'll be right there darling." He called out to you "you were saying. James stared at him, trying to reign I'm his emotions "had he called you darling?" When Loki said his name "what...sorry you were saying?" James asked fidgeting with his hands "you said you needed to talk to me." Loki said stepping closer to him.

"Oh, yes. There was a man tonight.." he trailed off seeing you walk out, the blanket the only thing covering you. He took in your pale skin, the holes in your neck, the blood on your lips "y..you...you turned her?" James asked looking at Loki. His eyes shot to James, trying to find some way to explain "y..yes...I did, but.." loki started when James headed to the door "i..I shouldn't have come. I'm sorry." He said opening the door. "James wait please...do not go." Loki asked coming up behind him. "I only want you to be happy Loki, and it seems now you are, I won't bother you again." He said opening the door "James! Wait..." loki tried but James was already out the door.

Loki sighed leaning on the door "what was that about?" You asked walking up to him. "Nothing darling, I'm exhausted, let's head to bed hmm?" He asked grabbing your hand seeing you smile. He guided you upstairs to the bedroom, making sure the curtains were closed as he led you to the bed "if you wake before me, do not go outside or go near the windows understood?" He asked seeing you nod "I won't." You said climbing in bed. Loki laid down, pulling you to him as you nuzzled your nose into his neck. "Sleep well darling." He said kissing your head "night Loki." You said kissing his neck. He laid there staring at the ceiling, remembering the panicked look in James's face. He decided tomorrow night he was going to take you out to feed and find him....

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angelaf1978 · 4 months

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Vampire loki 😍

#twhiddleston #tom hiddleston #hiddlestoners #thomas william hiddleston #hiddlesarmy #so hot 🔥🔥🔥#hiddlesedit #scottish #my edit #scotland #vampire loki #bing ai #ai generated

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tessdarkbloom · 7 months

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Tw: blood

Loki can't control himself, Thor is his best meal! 🩸

#thorki #thorki art #thorki au #vampire au #vampire Loki #vampire Thorki

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caffiend-queen · 2 years

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Masterlist: Caffiend’s Spooky As Fuck Halloween Recommendation Masterlist

Thirty-one days of Halloween horrors (and whores, I’m looking at you, Ransom!) completed! Please show our Tumblr besties the love they deserve for their hard work!

I’m gathering all my favorite spooky, sexy Halloween reads from my favorite authors here on Tumblr and AO3. All the really genius ones! In one super tasty bundle. Who loves you? Who’s your spooky Mama? Read on for Dark Loki, Dark Steve Rogers, Dark Bucky Barnes, Vampire!Loki, Cult Leader Steve Rogers, Incubus!Loki, the Winter Soldier and more.

1. Rapacity - Vampire Loki

@nildespirandum‘s genius Vampire Loki tale, sexy, scary, angsty as fuck.

2. Danse Macabre - Scary Prophet Bucky Barnes

@imanuglywombat’s terrifying and sexy Bucky and he’s not wearing anything under that robe...

3. Run Like Hell - relentless Winter Soldier

@navybrat817′s terrifying and sexy Winter Soldier tell you to run. DO IT.

4. Come One, Come All. - Dark, terrifying Loki

@lokislastlove sexy, terrifying Funhouse Loki, but it’s not fun for anyone IN his Funhouse. Except for you.

5. Proserpina - Dark, Old God Steve Rogers

@boxofbonesfic and a terrifying descent into an underground prison.

6. Glory, Amen - Old One Steve Rogers

@punemy-spotted and another terrifying descent into Old Ones best forgotten.

7. Destiny - Dark, Sexy, Sadistic Loki

@mdemontespan1667′s sexy, scary Loki. And spiders.

8. 30 Days of Debauchery - kinky sexy as fuck Lokl

@myoxisbroken’s excellent “kink a day” masterpiece

9. Rose Red All Hallow’s Eve - gritty Curtis Everett

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork’s scary-ass ride with Curtis Everett.

10. A Hex of Infinite Binding - Incubus Loki

@nildespirandum’s sexy as fuck Incubus Loki. In black. Leather. Pants.

11. One, or the Other - Sir Thomas Sharpe and Vampire Adam, OLLA

@caffiend-queen’s filthy musing of one or both of these men impregnating you.

12. Silver Exposure - Dystopian Avengers featuring Pitch Black Steve and Charcoal Grey Bucky.

@xsapphirescrollsx and her terrifying and extremely vivid tale of what happens when you fuck with time travel.

13. One Fateful Christmas - Andy Barber wants you and He Is Deeply Displeased. Also, a blizzard.

@americasass81 and her jolly little Christmas nightmare (dream come true depending on your point of view.)

14. Made For Me - Spine-tingling terror when you realize the life you planned was not the one you were going to get. Mitigating factor: lots of sex with Bucky.

@saiyanprincessswanie’s tasty, terrifying tale.

15. Honey Trap - Sweet, sexy beekeeper Steve Rogers isn’t the sweet guy everything in your little town thinks he is...

@threeminutesoflife’s dark and deliciously twisted Steve. And a toaster.

16. A Summoning From The Depths - An Incubus!Loki Story

@nildespirandum’s Kinktober offering for Incubus!Loki and Witch Nora. With bonus cloven hooves goodness.

17. Dark Commander - Scary-ass Hydra Captain America

@jtargaryen18′s brilliant tale of who Hydra’s vision of Captain America would be

18. I Dream at Night I Can Only See Your Face Roomate!Bucky Barnes

@thedarkplume’s dark, tasty tale of cupcakes and unrequited love. Be careful what you ask for...

19. Next Station - dark, ruthless Loki

@the-soulofdevil a different retelling of what should have happened with Loki on Lamentis.

20. Monstrous - deranged Vampire Loki

@maiden-of-asgard’s terrifying, half-mad Vampire Loki and the Light Elf imprisoned with him.

21. Can’t Run, Can’t Hide - terrifying Mafia!Bucky

@angrythingstarlight’s dark and sexy tale of what happens when you think you can leave Mafia Bucky.

22. Concrete Jungle Rapunzel - insidious, dark Bucky

@imanuglywombat’s stark, heartbreaking tale of what it’s like to be loved too much.

23. Landlocked - Dark Andy Barber and a Selkie

@tonarinotogepi’s tale of what happens when Dark Andy Barber captures a Selkie

24, To Love and To Hold - Sheriff Lee Bodecker and his sweet wife

@sagechanoafterdark How long can you be married to a monster like Lee Bodecker before his evil sinks into you?

25. Scare Tactics - Delicious Chris Evans distracting you.

Chris Evans, you, a spooky movie and his spectacular sexytime skills, courtesy of @jennmurawski13

26. Wilfords Demands and other Darkish!Curtis fics

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork’s sexy, scary tales of Gladiator, Impregnator Curtis Everett.

27. The Cult - Cult Leader Steve and too-trusting Bucky

@queenoftheworldisdead’s spooky tale of Cult Leader Steve wanting something Bucky has... his new wife.

28. Murder, He Wrote - sinister as fuck Ransom Drysdale

@what-is-your-plan-today’s terrifying tale of a celebrity haunted mansion and the reporter sent to cover it.

29. Perfection - emotionally torn and hot as balls Sir William Sharpe

@nildespirandum’s epic tale of pain, longing, loss, genuine terror and the power of love.

30. Wet - shamelessly delicious Jonathan Pine

@devikafernando’s decisive and shameless Jonathan Pine knows exactly how to get you wet.

31. Pain - pitch black Loki

Minnie Rose shows just how angry Loki can be after escaping the clutches of Thanos. And you’re right there to lavish the wildly complicated upon your helpless body.

#Caffiend's Supremely Spooky As Fuck Halloween Reading #Halloween scary sexy story suggestions #Dark Loki #Vampire Loki #Winter Soldier #AU Dark Bucky Barnes #Old God Steve Rogers

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smirkingkitten · 6 months

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Tag Navigation for Characters

If you want to explore new fanfictions with a specific character you can click on one of the tags from this post to see all the fanfictions I rebloged with it.

✨And don't forget to reblog the storys you read to support all these lovely writers.✨

#tom hiddleston and #hiddleston are used on every fanfiction. So, if you’re searching for a fanfiction with him as a character, you can use #actor tom hiddleston, #obscure tom hiddleston, or, if is not necessary if he's famous or not, you can use #character tom hiddleston.

The following characters can be found in the tags.

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Loki

Jonathan Pine

Thomas Sharpe

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Adam

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Actor Tom Hiddleston

Obscure Tom Hiddleston

Character Tom Hiddleston

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Asgard Loki

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Jotun Loki

Vampire

Vampire Loki

Professor

Professor Laufeyson

Professor Hiddleston

Model Tom Hiddleston

✨Happy reading 😊✨

Back to my Fanfiction Bookshelf

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wheredafandomat · 2 years

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I belong to you

Vampire Loki x female reader

Contains smut

“Show me.” You uttered, turning Lokis chin to face you as he looked away.

“I can’t.” He answered, looking away again.

“Loki, you can trust me.” You insisted, your gazes settling on one another’s. After a few quiet moments, Loki bared his teeth, your eyes widening when you took in the sharp fangs. He quickly stopped, retracting them as he saw your reaction. Quickly, you pulled him down to your level before pressing your lips onto his.

“You’re not scared?” He questioned, breaking the kiss.

“Of you? Never.”

Barley hiding his grin, Loki pulled you into another kiss, the kiss quickly growing more feverish as his hands explored your body. His lips left yours before trailing over your neck. Your eyes were closed as you tilted your head back allowing Loki further access. Worried you didn’t truly trust him, he occasionally glanced up at you, overjoyed when he saw your eyes still closed. You had melted into his embrace, you trusted him.

“Loki.” You panted “I want you to taste me.”

“Y/n—”

“I trust you Loki.”

Revealing his fangs again, Loki sunk them into your neck, sampling some of your blood. Your taste was intoxicating. Loki had to force himself to stop. Feeling that he had pulled away from your neck, you quickly kissed him again. The kiss tasted metallic, foreign but you drowned in it nonetheless when Lokis hand cupped your breast. You stepped backwards as Loki lead you to the bed, the kiss never ending. Soon enough, you were ripping one another’s clothes off, desperate to be skin to skin with each other. Once Loki had discarded of his boxers, you took in his thick length, swallowing thickly as you imagined him fucking your throat with it.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He questioned, stroking his length as he looked at your naked body sprawled across the bed. You widened your legs in response causing Lokis breath to hitch as his eyes roamed your wet folds. “I need your words darling.” He prompted. “Once I’ve claimed you, you’re mine. Your body will yearn for the sweet release I’ll grant you. No other man will be able to satisfy you y/n.”

“Please Loki.” You whined.

“It’s not a decision to be taken lightly y/n.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Say it again.” He ordered, settling onto the bed.

“I want you to fuck me.” You repeated slower.

Speedily, Loki wrapped your legs around his waist as he stroked your entrance with his cock. You moaned his name as he trailed it up, rubbing your clit with it. You felt him moving back towards your entrance and you bit your lip in anticipation as your eyes fell closed.

“Open.” He commanded before you quickly opened your eyes again. “I want you to look at me as I claim you.” You followed orders, eyes settling on Lokis as he slowly buried himself inside of you. You both released a moan once he bottomed out, filling you to the hilt. You continued looking into one another’s eyes intently as he allowed time for you to adjust to his size. The whole experience feeling like a ritual as opposed to just sex. His gaze was powerful, authoritative. You rolled your hips against his, prompting him to move. Loki slid out of you before plunging inside again causing a guttural moan to leave you as you battled to keep your eyes open. Loki began thrusting in and out of you, hitting that perfect spot that made your toes curl as you screamed his name. He swivelled his hips reaching deeper into you as a wicked grin spread across his face. He could already feel you so close to the edge, walls clenching around his cock and begging for release.

“You’re so close, I can feel it.” He spoke, baring his teeth as he continued entering you.

“Don’t stopp.” You moaned.

“You’re mine y/n, all mine now.” He chuckled darkly, slamming into you. “Say it.”

“All yours.” You affirmed. “I belong to you.”

Very random indeed - I have the worst fever 🙃

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@lokisninerealms

@mischief2sarawr

@lokiprompts

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nildespirandum · 2 years

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18 + ONLY (tags on AO3)

Remember, reblogs = love

Chapter 11

The Past is A Closed Door

Everything ends eventually. Except for love. And vampires.

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Kay bit the back of her hand, hard. She had read somewhere about someone doing that to keep themself awake as they drove.

She couldn’t remember who, or where, or why they were driving so tired, which was why she knew that she was fading fast. Her memory for the written word was not exactly eidetic, but was good enough that not being able to bring any of those things forward meant that she bit harder.

Hard enough to bruise and to leave teeth marks that Adam found when he woke that night.

The road being so bad, and the wheel being on the wrong side, as well as exhaustion, taxed Kay’s out-of-practice driving, but she was the only one available. Mas had fallen back to sleep after the sound of his ancestral home imploding briefly woke him long enough to pull himself into the passenger's seat of the massive SUV his great-grandmother had rented for them.

Looking at him, his head lolling and his mouth slightly opened, Kay wondered how much he would remember and if, perhaps, he might have been permanently damaged by what Lucille had done to his brain to convince him he was Sir Thomas.

“Well,” she reached over to weakly pat his arm, “at least your family is really rich. And has a history of mental illness so it’s less likely to be stigmatized amongst those close to you.”

Then she wrenched the wheel hard to the right to avoid drifting off of the narrow, stone road.

In the back, under the several layers of mover’s blankets and also protected by the darkened windows that had both been thought of by Lady Sharpe-Meadows, Adam, Loki, and Lauren - No. Laurel , Kay mentally corrected herself. Adam, Loki, and Laurel were in a vampile, dormant and silent, having barely made it into the vehicle before the sun rose over the burning pile that had been Allerdale Hall.

The side of the SUV brushed a heavy, tangled hedge, thick enough that it knocked the driver’s side mirror against the window, probably breaking it. Rolling down the window, the cool, wet air of the morning helped wake her up a little more, and shoving the mirror proved that, oh, yes, it was broken. It hung by a bit of plastic, banging on the door, scattering bits of broken glass in their wake.

The wind howled behind them.

Once everyone who could be burned to a crisp by the rays of the sun had been covered over, Kay had considered curling up in the driver’s seat and taking a nap herself, but another groan from the ruins made her turn.

Not stone, nor the ghost of a matricidal Edwardian ghost this time, rather the moan came from the earth itself, blubbering and thick and punctuated by snapping noises as the ground just in front of where Allerdale had been disappeared, falling inwards. The edges of it - tangled with weeds and looking like an open wound as it oozed clay - started to fall in turn, pushing outwards.

The mines were collapsing.

Having no idea how big they were, or of how much of Crimson Peak was honeycombed with them, but being sure she wouldn’t like the answer, Kay had fumbled to turn the ignition for several panicked seconds until her worn out brain remembered that the keyfob had a button. The engine turned and despite the size of the vehicle and the weight in it, fishtailed down the all but invisible path away from the widening pit.

A hard jounce had Kay’s head hitting the roof of the SUV hard enough that she thought she could see the Milky Way and only terror of something worse than a car accident kept her driving.

The sounds of falling earth and escaping air and sucking clay, and the stench of everything that had been lost within it since the mines first opened, followed them for a long, long time, until finally the GPS found a signal and Kay was able to turn onto a proper road.

Not sure where Loki and Laurel were staying, or if they had even had a place to stay, Kay retraced the route to the expensive hotel they had been put up in.

Adam had, needless to say, hated its gleaming, granite and metal surfaces and the stink of plastic everywhere, but had grumbled less when he’d seen the underground garage and private elevator to their suite. Not that Kay could drag him or any of them into it. Finally able to breathe, she fished around and found the iPhone that had fallen under the seat.

Lady Sharpe-Meadows had all but forced it into Adam’s hand, saying to call the number that was programmed into it when they found Mas. Kay didn’t recognise the voice on the other end, gruff and deep, but whoever they were, they worked fast.

Though she had fallen asleep in the quiet, dark garage, which was so well cared for there weren’t even any oil stains on the cement, she was certain it was only minutes before she was woken up by a tap on the car window.

She was being grinned at by the largest man she’d ever seen in her life, who had three gold teeth and a scar that tore through his left eyebrow. All of which would have been terrifying, if Kay was capable of being frightened by a normal, live person any longer.

“Hello there, Miss. Looks like you could use a hand.” His Scottish burr would have been delightful under other circumstances.

After that things moved quickly. Suddenly there were other, gigantic men there, although none with such impressive facial scars or expensive teeth. One gently lifted Mas and carried him towards a waiting ambulance, the two others hefting the vampires not quite so carefully into fireman's carries and heading with them to the elevator, with the Scot’s Giant taking up Adam. She fell into step beside him, having to take exaggerated strides to keep up, keeping a hand snagged in Adam’s unruly mane.

The Scottish giant kept up a soft patter, explaining everything was being seen to, and that she needn't worry about what had happened to the house. That it hadn’t occurred to Kay to be worried was probably a sign of how tired she was, and once or twice he’d reached out a massive hand to straighten her up, as she kept listing to one side or the other.

Kay was surprised to see Loki start to stir, as if sensing something was happening and trying to fight his way back to consciousness.

No matter what happened, when the sun was up and Adam was virtually nothing could bring him around. But Loki - Kay wondered briefly if she could get him to come to the store to sign stock - looked like he was about to manage open his eyes before going limp again.

The massive suite had three bedrooms, and had been plunged into darkness by blackout curtains. A few tiny, amber-shaded lights along the floor were all that kept Kay and the vampire-carrying giants from walking into the furniture. Later she remembered telling them that they could put Loki and Laurel in together, and taking a phone from the main giant and making noises at Lady Sharpe-Meadows who was very grateful.

Extremely grateful.

More gratefu-

Kay dropped the phone and crawled into bed next to Adam, coiling around him as much as she could, so tired that for the first time in her life she forgot to thank someone, as the giants crept quietly away.

They slept through the day, and the next night, shifting about despite how deep vampire torpor was so that Adam was half-draped over her and half off of the bed when Kay finally woke up the next evening having to pee. For a moment, he wrapped his fingers around her ankle to try and keep her in bed, but she made it very clear that this was not an optional situation.

After relieving herself for so long it started to be alarming, Kay noticed how disgusting she was. Lucille’s illusions had not been very hygienic, it seemed. Looking at herself in the full-length mirror of the spare, brushed copper and black marble bathroom attached to their room, Kay couldn’t recall ever having been so dirty.

The shower was high-tech, with adjustable jets coming from three angles and a plate of scent cubes to be added if she wanted, offering her a variety of states of mind and health, depending on her choice. Kay knew that Adam’s dead heart would have a small coronary event if he smelled the “bullshit shuck” of aromatherapy around her person so she settled for lots of hot water.

While not as good as sex, the heat and steam were at least in the running for the greatest non-orgasm-related pleasure of her life, each of her muscles unlocking all but audibly.

Because she had a head full of suds and her eyes screwed closed, and because he was a vampire and incredibly quick, Kay almost had her own small coronary event when Adam’s long hands slid around her to grab a washcloth and liquid soap which he used to wash himself and his hair (no wonder it was always in such a state, she thought, if he weren’t supernatural he’d probably be bald) before she could say a startled-

“Fuck!”

“I plan on it…” he whispered in her ear, sliding his arms back around her, up her waist, to cup her breasts. Only he of anyone she’d slept with had hands big enough to hold most of them and he loved to show that off.

His calloused, dexterous fingers pinched her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her, leaning back on him, letting herself slide, reaching up and back to snag his neck and pull his mouth to her throat, she remembered. “Wait! Loki and Laurel! They are… they are like you,” she said, avoiding the v-word, “they’ll hear.” She hissed out the last word in a whisper.

Adam laughed against her, “They are gone. After making sure I heard them celebrating our victory over the grave. Sadly,” he bit her slightly, and Kay moaned, feeling her pussy prickle and pulse and soften, “knowing him he’s probably going to find a way to make a pest of himself sooner rather than later.”

“But-”

Growling, he cut her off. With his teeth. His fangs dragged across her skin, leaving a line of fire and blood, which he lapped slowly as he lifted one of her legs so her foot rested high on one of the safety rails. Reaching up, he adjusted one of the shower heads to medium pulse and aimed it at her pussy, using those long fingers to hold her open, an arm about her ribs to keep her upright, and his teeth in her shoulder, deep to the bone, to keep her still.

Adam normally wasn’t one for toys or using anything but the parts he was born with when it came to sex, so she was a little surprised, though water was probably basic enough even for him.

Kay had never been molested by one of the four - five if you were in Asia - basic elements before. The water hit with authority, pulsing and dripping away, the drops trickling through her pubic hair, each teasing her already very sensitive flesh. Like careful fingers playing with her. Pulse and play, pulse and play, while Adam sucked and moaned into her skin.

“I think you like this,” he said, voice deep and soft. He reached up and increased the pulse, and now Kay was squirming, wanting something in her, needing something to bear down on. She must have, to her very minor mortification, said as much. “Here, sweetheart, here is something to fill your sweet little cunny,” he all but sang, trailing his free hand under her so he could fuck her from behind with his fingers.

Even over the faster, and more maddening sound of the water pulsing and splashing on her, Kay could hear the squelch of her pussy as those long, musician’s fingers filled her, first one for a few hard strokes, then two twisted together, and finally three.

“Every drop of water that has ever been,” Adam whispered, looking over her shoulder, watching down the length of her body as the water and his hand made love to her, as Kay twisted and tried to find a rhythm that neither her precarious position or her preternatural lover would allow, “still exists somewhere. Despite the zombie’s efforts to burn up the planet, it's still here, somewhere. It has always been, and I think that the luckiest of it all is the water that is licking your pretty gillyflower right now, love.”

“Oh, god, I need to-”

“Not yet. Not for a while.”

He slid his fingers out and turned her around to face him.

Kay looked up at Adam. Normally by this point he was as wild as she was, all but past words and ready to take her, his voice recalling his centuries on earth, his need all but animal. But he seemed calm, cool, water rolling down the fine planes of his face as he met her eyes from over the height of his cheekbones.

“This is about me going into the house, isn’t it? You’re still mad, yes?” Her voice was trembling a little, from the need to come, not from fear. Adam would never hurt her.

But he would punish her a little. As much as she allowed.

He nodded, all but expressionless.

“And you are going to make me suffer for it aren’t you?”

He shook his head. “No, I am going to make you happy. Very happy, love. Eventually.”

“What does eventually mean, exactly ?”

“At an unspecified later time, or,” he leaned down and whispered close, close enough that if he breathed she would feel it in her ear, “at the end. As I see fit.”

Kay gulped.

Every inch of the bathroom, the massive couch in the main room of the suite, the double closet - which had a very sturdy clothing bar - the California king bed, and finally the thickly carpeted floor was used, as was every inch of Kay’s body. Whenever she reached to touch Adam in return he would take her wrist and guide her hand to her own skin, his mouth, for he was after all mostly a creature of appetite and thirst, bringing her to the edge over and over again until finally, shortly before dawn, he entered her.

Her swollen, over-pleasured pussy trapped him, and Adam, fangs long enough to nick himself, bled down on her, her open mouth catching a few drops, unknowing, delirious, licking her own blood from within him, letting him rut, her heels deep in the pile of the rug to push up and offer more and more of herself, until there was no more to offer, no more to be taken, no more of him to take and then she, and then he, and then they came, he loud, she with barely the voice left to rasp out his name after hours of screaming, and they slept the day away on the floor.

Home again….

Adam took the large, flat brown paper-wrapped package from Earl, frowning. “Who knows I’m here?”

His business partner raised a brow and lowered his glasses to the end of his nose to look at Adam. “I used to think no one. I liked it better when you were quiet, just sulking away in the basement. Not bothering anyone, not having company. Not taking my goddamned store manager away on trips to who knows where….”

“What fucking ever, I liked it better, too,” he said, tucking the package under his arm.

“Yeah, sure you do,” Earl went back to the NYT crossword puzzle, “what fucking ever.”

Down in his lair, Adam tore the paper open, balling it up and tossing it into a corner. Kay looked up from the couch, taking out one of her airpods since she was listening to an audiobook - which Adam considered to be abominations - about the history of apples, while knitting a scarf in black and green cashmere. A gift for someone, she had said.

He’d started to say something then, but knew it would do no good. Kay liked having friends, and she liked them having friends in common and nothing he could say would change that.

Within the wrapping was a flat, wooden box, and with it was a frame, old silver beautifully worked by hand into rosettes, with a photo in it and no note.

The photo was in black and white, with the blacks desaturated into deep greys and the whites dulled to platinum, and Adam could tell that the effect came from real film being carefully processed in a parade of stages rather than a digital image shuffled through filters.

Kay was lovely in the picture, which was only a bit under lifesized. Adam alway found her beautiful, even though her looks leaned more towards the comfort of prettiness rather than the sometimes distancing grandeur of beauty. Ganguly had caught her in a moment of thoughtful joy, her mouth turned up at the corners, her head tilted back, with her eyes looking just past the viewer, at that fucking horrible house he was sure.

Adam hadn’t even noticed the man had his camera with him when they met. But of course he did. He touched his fingertips to the glass.

The wind had whipped her hair away from her tender neck, and she looked ready to step towards an adventure, not fearlessly but bravely, curiously, certainly. As if there was so much life before her and she couldn’t wait.

Though they had only just met and for only a couple of minutes, like any truly great artist Ganguly had seen the truth of Kay and, more importantly, was able to show that truth to whoever was smart enough to look.

“Is that…?” Kay took the frame from his hands, holding it up to the light, a soft smile slowly opening her lips, “An Owen Ganguly! When did he take this? It must have been right before I went into Crimson Peak.”

“Allerdale Hall,” Adam corrected pedantically, resting his chin on the crown of her pale gold hair, feeling himself smile as well. It still felt odd to smile with any regularity, but it no longer was like stretching muscles that had atrophied. Kay had done that to him, he supposed.

“You know what I mean,” she murmured, distracted.

The photo was black and white, with all of the earmarks of what made Ganguly an artist. A genius. Any scene - the nightmarish horror of the aftermath of a military attack on civilians, the grotesquery of the working conditions in a prison sweatshop, even the less visceral misery of a call center, or the temporary but very real joy of commuters chatting in the Tube - his photograph made the people within it immediate, real.

No one was anonymous in an Owen Ganguly photo. They were all people you could know, or could be, no matter how different their circumstances from your own.

“I wish I looked like that all of the time,” she said with a sigh.

Adam leaned down and kissed her, loving the warmth of her rounded cheek, the slightly rose scented rice powder she favored on his lips, “I don’t. My dead heart can’t take it.”

She leaned on him and they looked at the picture together for a moment. Adam knew immediately where he was going to hang it, though he would have to move a few other pictures.

Kay, looking towards the future, would look perfect right beside Eve where she gazed into the past.

Thank you for coming with me on this strange journey.

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#adam only lovers left alive #only lovers left alive au #only lovers left alive fanfic #crimson peak au #loki au #vampire loki #tags on ao3

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lokislastlove · 2 years

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It's date night on Halloween. Are you choosing:-

Vampire Loki in an abandoned mansion.

Werewolf Steve in an eerie forest.

Demon Peter in a fog covered cemetery.

Sorry this took so long love! But I got inspired and I had to write a tiny drabble about my choice! Muahaha! 😈 DARK DRABBLE! This is your warning.

“Can’t believe you convinced me to do this.”

“Aw,” you coo, pausing at the top of the squeaky porch step. “Are you scared, baby?”

You squeeze his face between your palms and pout at him teasingly until he rolls his eyes and pulls away.

“Come on, everyone knows the stories. This place is haunted.”

“I thought you said it was cursed?” You sass with your hands on your hips and a brow raised.

“Whatever. You know what I mean… I just think it’s tempting fate to sneak in, especially on Halloween.”

“Hmm,” you point your finger to your chin with a teasing smile. “How about this,” you pause to drag your fingertips down your chest and undo the top button of your costume. “How about I go in first and find a nice hiding spot.”

“I’m not going to let you go in there alone,” he deadpans, trying to resist looking at your cleavage or the way you bite your lip.

“You won’t be,” you smile. “I’m just gonna hide and you get to come find me.”

“I don’t see how that’s going to make me feel better.”

You lean in, placing a kiss on his neck before whispering in his ear, “because I’ll let you put it anywhere.”

His bulge jumps slightly against your hip and you giggle before turning away. Not wanting to give him time to argue, you quickly disappear into the shadows of the silent Victorian. Surprisingly the inside is far less dilapidated than the exterior, worn but not ruined.

The floor boards groan under your feet as you tiptoe toward the curved staircase and up to the second floor. The thrill keeps you from looking too close to where you are going. You randomly push through a hallway door and enter a dusty bedroom.

The full moon paints the space in a pale blue light allowing you to see the large canopy bed - a bit moth eaten, but it’s former luster is easy enough to envision. The emerald bedding matches everything from the tasseled lampshades to the embroidered rug, it’s clear at one point this was a fetching home. It’s a shame it has been allowed to whither - but for your use, it will be perfect.

You giggle as you pop open a few more buttons and tug up your bra, adjusting your cleavage until it looks just right. The bright flash lights up the room as you flirt for the camera.

“Come find me, big boy,” you add to the picture and tap ‘send’ before testing out the bed.

The bed squishes beneath you, surprisingly softer than you expected. Awkwardly, you shift around as you try to find a sexy pose and send off another picture for a bit more encouragement.

You hear movement beyond the door and try to smother your laughter, adrenaline coursing through you with the promise of an adventurous affair with your boyfriend. A shadow passes by the crack in the door, a tall figure moving gracefully and silently.

“Babe?” You call softly.

The stairs creak, soft footsteps growing closer and closer. You swallow thickly, suddenly nervous but you don’t know why. You sit up, lingering on the edge of the bed as steady footfalls near the door. A light illuminates the darks and shines brightly in your eyes. You squint and hold up your hand to try to see past when you hear a familiar chuckle.

“Well well well… look what I found,” your boyfriend teases, lowering his phone as he saunters toward you.

“Shit,” you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “I’m glad it’s you. I thought I saw…”

He leans over, placing a hand on either side of you and urges you slowly back until you lay flat, “Aw you scared, baby?”

“Shut up and fuck me already,” you groan as he kisses your chest.

“As you wish,” a deep velvety voice startled you.

In a blink your boyfriend is pulled away from you and suspended in the air. His feet kick frantically as he hangs from the grip of a tall figure with long black hair and a complexion that captures the likeness of the moon.

Time seems to slow as you watch the stranger tilt back his head and expose his long sharp fangs before plunging them into your boyfriends neck. His screams mirror your own until the blood gargles in his throat and you flinch at the wet spray across your face and chest. Instinctually you scoot away backward, scrambling across the bed as the noises fade and end with the heavy thud of his body falling lifelessly to the floor.

“No, no, no,” you sob. “Please, please don’t.”

He hums as he licks his fingers clean and takes you in, “so what will it be?”

You shake your head in confusion and terror, unable to form coherent words.

“I’m a bit too old for trick or treating, darling. But I will let you choose,” he tilts his head and saunters toward you with smooth long footsteps. “Would you prefer seduction… or desanguination?”

He looks down your figure with a wide smile, only a tiny drop of blood staining to corner of his mouth despite the mess he made of your boyfriend mere seconds ago. You attempt to swallow the lump in your throat but when his eyes glow as they follow the movement along your neck your knees give out. He catches you as you crumble into his arms and he scoops you up easily and places you on the bed.

“Very well. I’ll decide for you,” he chuckles, hovering over you with a malicious glint in his eye.

#vampire Loki #blood #Halloween drabble #death #thank you for the ask!! 🥺😍#i’m not worthy #my ☀️ sunshine!

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lugialagia · 2 years

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Hunt p.2

Summary : After your first encounter with the vampire, you didn’t think you would see him again. But of course, Loki followed you back home to pay you a little visit.

Previous part : Part 1

Pairing : vampire!Loki x nb!reader

Words : 1,937

Contains : smut, unprotect sex, biting

TW! Blood

It had been weeks since you came across the vampire. Loki. The creature that scared you, tricked you, hurt you, bit you and fucked you. Pleasured you. You still didn’t know why you felt pleasure that day, you shouldn’t have.

For a few days, you still pondered the question; was it real? Because even if you were sore, even if you had a bite mark on your neck and even if the note on your bed was touchable, you didn’t believe it could be real. But after a while you accepted the fact that it was.

Still, you were having nightmares. You were scared that you would live through it once more, that this creature would find you again, hurt you or maybe kill you. He didn’t do it last time, but maybe he would the next. And some days, you were having wet dreams about him. About his emerald eyes, pale skin and dark hair hovering above you. His sharp jaw that you could kiss. His fangs piercing your skin and his manhood pounding into you. Even his voice was hot.

You damned yourself for it. You shouldn’t feel this way but it was stronger than you. It was like an addiction feeling. You couldn’t help but want to feel it more even if you were running toward death. And he did write that he would come back. You hoped it was true –but not too much.

***

Meanwhile, Loki was also having trouble thinking about you. He wanted to come and seek for you the next day everything happened, but he stopped himself. Of course, you were truly delicious, but he knew that such a rare blood like yours, it could be terrible for him. If he couldn’t control himself, he could want more and more each time and, in the end, you would end up dead in his arms like many other humans.

But after a month, he couldn’t manage his craving anymore. He needed to see you, to feed from you. So, one night, he prepared himself and went out, seeking for you in the street where he knew you were working. Once he spotted you closing the store, he followed you, silently, from afar, sulking in the shadows. Somehow, you could feel something was off. A cold shiver ran down your spine and your inner alarm was ticking off. “Not again.” You murmured under your breath. You didn’t want to believe it.

Strangely, nothing happened. No one came behind you in the street, you didn’t hear anything either. And the streets and houses were the same as you knew, nothing was changing. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe you were just starting to get sick or whatever. You made it home safe and once you locked the door, you still let out a soft relieved sigh. But of course, Loki had followed you. He wanted to see where you lived. It would be easier for the next times.

Like he was a thief, the vampire made his way into your house, sneaking in by the back door. For a moment, he lurked at you doing your night routine; going to the bathroom to take a shower, putting on your pyjamas and coming back down to turn on the tv and prepare something quick to eat on your couch. Loki waited patiently. You smelled wonderful and it was quite hard for him to stay hidden, but he still wanted you to eat, that way, he could feed from you without you being all limp in his arms after.

When you were done eating, you went back to the kitchen to put your plate in the sink. You were about to go back on the couch when you suddenly felt something hard in your back, pressing you against the counter. Letting out a surprised scream, you tried to defend yourself, but you strangely found yourself immobile. You couldn’t move, not even your fingers, like you were paralyzed. “Hello darling.” Loki purred with his velvety voice. “Did you miss me?”

Of course, you regognized the voice of the vampire and you knew that since there was someone in your house, and that you couldn’t move, that it was a vampire trick. “W-what do you want?” You asked, a bit scared now that the creature was in your intimacy.

“You, my dear pet.” Loki replied in a purr. “I told you I would come back. Did you not receive my little note?” Of course he knew you did receive it and read it.

“No.” You still tried. Loki tsked in your ear, knowing you were lying. “I should punish you for lying...but I am too hungry for that.” And honestly, since you were feeling everything in your back, you were sure he wasn’t only hungry for your blood. You let out a groan, disappointed that you couldn’t move. But were you really? That was a deep and interesting question.

Quickly, his mouth was on your neck, kissing it and licking the soft skin. Even your skin tasted amazing, no wonder your blood was exquisite. “I thought a lot about you, my sweet pet. You were invading my mind every day. It was hard to stay away from you for so long.” Loki said with his velvety voice.

“And I would’ve loved for you to stay away even more.” You spat, even if your body was reacting pretty well to his words. You couldn’t help it. Yes, it was bad, yes, he hurt you last time, but you also had the best sex you probably ever had. You didn’t know why, was it like this with every vampire? Was it because of the bite? You couldn’t know and you were split between the fear of this whole situation, and also of the vampire behind you, and the fact that you probably will have a very good time with him.

“I don't think you mean it.” Loki purred in your ear and slid a hand into your sweatpants. “See? All ready for me.” He continued with a husky voice. Of course, you couldn’t help the light mewl that escaped your lips. Loki then pushed a finger inside you to prepare you for his shaft. A sweet moan escaped your lips when his finger pushed past your tight walls.

“Yes...you will be so delicious.” Loki continued while you, were completely speechless. “Tell me, pet. Did you dream of me? Of my mouth on your neck? Your blood in my mouth? My glorious cock inside of your tight hole?”

God, the nasty words combined with his husky voice, it was enough to make you shiver and tremble with desire. Which made the vampire grin. “You did, didn’t you? But don't worry, your dream will come true tonight.” He continued, licking at the spot on your neck where your pulse point was.

That probably was the end of you, right now. You couldn’t resist anymore and tried to move a bit, but your body was still paralized by his power. “L-let me move...please.” You gently asked. And of course, Loki could only oblige when you were so polite. Within a second, he dropped down his spell and you could finally rock back into his fingers.

“Such a good pet.” Loki smirked against your skin. He then soon added a second finger to open you up more. “I can't wait to be buried deep inside you while your blood invades my mouth.”

You couldn’t help but shiver at this and moaned. God, this was so dirty and naughty but so hot at the same time. You surprisingly liked the way he was talking to you, the way he was treating you and fucking you. “Please just get over with it.” Somehow, you still wanted to act like you didn’t want this

Loki chuckled at that and licked your neck and shoulder. “Don’t act disgusted. I know you like it. Your walls are gripping my fingers so much.” He whispered in your neck. And at that moment, you knew that there was no way in hell that you can hide something from this beautiful creature.

After some more preparing, Loki pulled out his fingers. And you suddenly felt a cold breeze on your body. You were make, your intimacy suddenly out of your clothes. You let out a gasp, not expecting this at all. What kind of powers did the vampire had? “Now...let's start the real game.” Loki said with a deep and low voice that could, for sure, make you cum at the right moment.

Right then, he pulled out his fingers and his body was naked, all of a sudden. You could feel his manhood pressing against your entrance. And with no problem, he pushed it slowly inside you. Letting out a moan, you gripped the counter so hard that your knuckles turned white. And the more he thrust in, the more you were cursing, your legs shaking. Fortunately, the vampire was holding you and pinning you against the counter, else, you would’ve fallen for sure.

“Oh, my delicious pet.” Loki moaned as well. “I wanted to feel you since the first time... Yes, you also were in my thoughts.” That obviously surprised you. You would’ve thought that he'd like better to suck you dry and leave your dead body for people to find.

Then, you felt his hands in your hair, his fingers scratching your scalp. Damn yes, you liked it. His hot breath hit your neck, his fangs teasing your skin. You couldn’t help but be scared at this moment, this was the moment he could kill you. He had your life in his hands. But there was nothing you could do anymore. His sharp teeth pierced your skin, blood invading his mouth as you let out a gasp and whine of pain. This was burning so bad.

But, like the previous time, the pain didn’t last. All of a sudden, you felt an immense pleasure invading your entire body. Loki moaned at the taste of your red liquid, himself feeling another kind of pleasure. And of course, you were both still fucking, rocking your hips back and forth, your bodies pressed against each other as sweat started to appear on your skin. Honestly, in that moment, you didn’t even care if you were about to die. This was so perfect.

And soon after, what was supposed to happen, happened. You came. Quite hard. Your moan echoing in the house as Loki pulled his fangs out of your neck. He still had blood on his lips but he praised you and called you his ‘precious treasure’ before he, himself, came inside you. You felt so tired, exhausted even. It was quite normal after a nice fucking session but this was more intense, you felt light headed. Maybe it was because of the blood loss.

After all this, Loki knew he couldn’t stay away from you. You and your exquisite blood. No one needed to find you, to find out that secret that was buried inside your body. He would claim you as his territory and fuck the thoughts that were previously scaring him. He would try his damn hard to not go crazy over your blood and suck you dry, he couldn’t lose you. Not anymore.

The next thing you remembered, was that you felt something soft under you. Probably your bed. And the velvety voice of the vampire next to you. “Sleep, little one. You will need the rest. Don’t worry, I will come back. Every night. Do not fret, I will not kill you, you are now mine, my sweet and precious pet.”

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fanficshiddles · 6 months

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The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 1

Summary: Claire moves to Demsdale to take up a new job as an assistant teacher for one Loki Laufeyson. She's also very intrigued with all of the rumours within the borough of Redbridge. However, as she starts to fall for Loki's charm and good looks, she also learns that all of the rumours might not just be rumours after all.

NOTE/WARNINGS: Vampire/Teacher Loki, blood, talk of death, violence, dark-ish scenes, but fluffy Loki.

Also: I've tagged the other characters, but really, you can imagine whoever you want as them.

And a BIG Thank you to @toshisurtsdottir for helping me with this fic! x

Claire shivered as she looked down at the water flowing beneath her, glistening red in the pale moonlight.

‘So, the rumours are true.’ She whispered.

The snow crunched under her feet as she made her way across the old arched bridge, and then started following a small path through the park that followed alongside the river upstream.

There were rumours that every year without fail, on the fourth of January, the river always turned red for a few hours in the evening. And now, she had finally been able to confirm that rumour.

Claire had always been fascinated by Demsdale, a city rumoured to have a large vampire population, if you believed in vampires that was… Claire’s rational side didn’t really believe in it, she knew there had to be a reasonable, scientific explanation for it all. But at the same time, she had always been intrigued with the idea of vampires being real.

It was said that many authors of vampire books had come to Demsdale for inspiration. More-so the borough of Redbridge, where Claire stood currently, because of the red river. So, even if the rumours weren’t true, just being where many great books were born was quite exciting in itself.

Claire had just moved there between Christmas and New Year, due to start her new job tomorrow as an assistant teacher.

She continued her way through the park, keeping in line with the river until it came to an abrupt bend and went through a forest situated at the edge of the borough. Although, as she continued following it through the tall trees, she soon found she couldn’t go any further as an intimidating, high barbed wire fence blocked her way.

‘Damn it.’ She hissed and pulled her jacket in closer around her neck as the cold began creeping in.

A loud noise, similar to a bone snapping, came from behind her and made her jump, she spun around quickly and tried to get her eyes to focus. Whilst there was some light that came from the lanterns in the park, it was still dark enough for her eyes to play tricks on her. She could’ve sworn she had just seen a large shadow ducking behind a tree not too far from her.

Calm down, Claire. It’s just your eyes playing tricks on you… Just make your way back to the park. She thought to herself, trying to calm her nerves.

Inhaling deeply a few times to try and steady her shaky breathing, she began making her way back to the safety of the park. She kept her eyes on the ground to follow her footprints back out towards the path so she wouldn't get lost.

But just as she neared the edge of the trees, it sounded like there was footsteps following her through the snow. Her back stiffened as she hastily emerged from the forest, even though the noise abruptly stopped, she kept moving to get plenty of distance from the intimidating trees.

Once back in the light of the park, she bravely turned around and looked at the dark forest. Now that she was looking back at it, she mentally slapped herself for going in there in the first place. Redbridge was, after all, well known for murders and kidnappings. Not that there was a crazy amount regularly, but just more so than anywhere else in the city.

There was no sign of anyone now, allowing her to relax. But her calm moment didn't last long, when a deafening noise filled the whole area. It sounded like high-pitched screams and leather slapping all at once. Claire’s heart immediately began racing again. She turned on her heels and ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Seconds later, a group of bats flew overhead out from the trees and dispersed around the park.

‘Bloody hell.’ She gasped as she stopped to catch her breath again, hand clutched to her chest.

‘Time to go home.’ She muttered and finally made her way out of the park. She felt better being back on the streets, with cars and plenty of people going about.

It didn’t take too long for her to get home either, she stayed just on the borderline of Redbridge. It was ideal as it was in close proximity to the school she was going to be working at. As soon as she had locked the door behind her, she grabbed one of her history books and flicked through the pages until she found the one she had been looking for.

Articles about the history of the city. They claimed that the bridge Claire had stood on just minutes earlier, was where the very first five vampires were turned by a spiteful witch looking for revenge on people of the former village of Demsdale, for brutally murdering her sister. She had trapped five men on said bridge and cursed them into blood sucking monsters, hoping they would bring terror and death to the villagers.

That was apparently why the borough earned the name Redbridge, and where the rumour of the blood river started too. The book said the curse was brought upon the men on the fourth of January, where every year thereafter the river turns red on that very night, but just for a few hours.

Claire hadn’t truly believed it at first, but after seeing it with her own eyes tonight, she wasn’t sure what to believe anymore. She had hoped to find some kind of logical explanation, but she wasn’t about to go trespassing over barbed wire in a freaky forest to find out.

She decided that she'd had enough adventure for one night and went to bed with her book. She hadn’t closed the curtains yet, but ended up so engrossed in her book that she never noticed a bat at her window, looking at her from small, black eyes.

‘It’s barbaric.’ Matt uttered, shaking his head.

‘It’s fun! They don’t feel anything.’ David replied with a shrug, stirring his tea.

‘Yeah, maybe not when you do it, but we all know there’s some that enjoy torturing the poor humans in the process.’ Matt argued back.

Loki had just walked into the teacher’s lounge in the morning and couldn’t help but overhear their bickering.

‘Well, I wonder what it could be you’re talking about.’ He grumbled, making himself a cup of tea.

‘In our defence, it was mostly humans that wanted to end their life that were used last night…’ Jessica chimed in with.

‘Mostly is the word that’s the problem there.’ Loki huffed. ‘I read online there’s six humans that mysteriously went missing yesterday.’

The others went a little quiet. Then Severus, who usually keeps to himself, spoke up. ‘Still, less people were killed than in previous years. That number is going down, if only a little.’

‘Hey, how come you weren’t there? It’s not like you to miss out on the yearly hunt.’ David asked.

Severus’ eyes twinkled a little. ‘I was… otherwise engaged.’

‘Yeah, getting it on with his new girl.’ Jessica smirked.

‘Right, I forgot a human has got you wrapped around her little finger now.’ David laughed.

‘At least I have someone that loves me for me.’ Severus countered.

‘Don’t tell me she’s turning you soft, old man!’ Hannibal teased.

‘There’s nothing wrong with loving a human.’ Loki snapped.

‘I never said there was.’ Hannibal said in defence.

‘Well, Severus is right. At least things are still going in the right direction, it’s less numbers than previous years. Your father’s ways are really starting to get out there more.’ David tried, hoping to calm Loki down a little.

‘I guess so. I just agree with Matt. Hunting terrified humans just to drink for fun is disgusting. Especially when we have access to the blood bank whenever we need.’ Loki stated.

‘Plus, with all the bars we have deals with. There’s just no need to be hunting to kill and terrify anymore.’ Matt agreed.

Loki nodded. ‘Exactly. Even if most of the prey are willing to be there, there’s still no need for it. It needs to end. It’s a ridiculous tradition.’

‘Well, I made sure none of them felt any pain. It’s an old yearly tradition, but at least it’s less barbaric than it used to be. And I’m sure in the next few years it will be only the willing humans there.’ David shrugged.

‘Not with Chris still running it, it won’t be.’ Loki growled.

‘What won’t be?’ Came Chris’ voice as he entered the room.

‘We were speaking about the yearly hunt. That each year there’s less and less unwilling humans there.’ Hannibal said.

Loki stiffened and focused on drinking his tea, angry eyes not leaving the cup in front of him.

Chris smirked as he stalked across the room to the kettle. ‘Indeed, they are getting less… which is a shame, as it’s nowhere near as fun when they’re there of their own accord.’

Loki and Matt both bit their tongues to keep quiet. They knew there was no point fighting with him, they wouldn’t win anyway. No one could win a physical fight against Chris. Being one of the original five vampires, he was one of the most powerful vampires in the world even. There was only two of them left.

‘But we do need to keep the peace with the humans.’ Jessica said calmly.

‘True.’ Chris nodded. ‘However, that’s why having the hunt when we do is ideal. Everyone just thinks that people have ran away or killed themselves after spending the depressing holiday season on their own.’ Chris said calmly as he turned to face everyone with a grin.

‘Didn’t you enjoy yourselves?’ Chris then asked, looking at David, Jessica and Hannibal.

‘Of course, we did. It’s always fun, even with the willing humans. It brings us back to our carnal nature after all. Let’s us live out our little fantasy every year.’ Jessica said with a smile.

‘Well then. The vampires are happy, the humans that went there willingly are happily at peace, and the few I picked off because they were lonely, well… I am sure they are happier wherever they are now.’ Chris gave Jessica a charming smile.

Loki struggled to remain calm, his jaw clenched and his free hand balled into a fist. He tried his best not to crush his cup.

Everyone went silent when they heard the only two human teachers making their way down the corridor towards the room.

Redbridge secondary school was run by vampires, and most of the teachers were vampires too, with just two human teachers. The pupils were 60% vampires but only a few of the human pupils knew about their existence, mostly if they were best friends with a vampire or dating one.

As the school’s headmaster, Chris was almost in total control of the place. However, the school also had a set council of vampires that had the ultimate say in big decisions. The school had been set up by Loki’s father, Lucius. The income they received from family’s that sent their kids there could go into the blood bank at the hospital down the road.

The hospital was founded and ran by Lucius too, and the blood bank was for vampires to have a way of getting their feed without actually having to drink from humans. The humans got paid for their blood donations, of course thinking it went to fellow humans in need. Which part of it did, because Lucius did run a proper hospital too, bustling with humans working there, glad they had a well-paying job.

For the last one hundred years, Lucius has had a vision of humans and vampires being able to co-exist together, with the humans mostly being unaware of the vampire’s existence. It had been a hard battle getting vampires to change their old ways, but with more vampire hunters entering the scene, the vampires realised that they couldn’t keep feeding off of human’s as they pleased without consequence. There was one vampire hunter in particular who had proven to fight the especially cruel and unrelenting vampires with the same, if not more cruelty. In the end, most of them realised that Lucius’ way was the right way, especially if they wanted to stay alive.

Some bars had policies for vampires, they would send the drunk humans out the back where vampires could take their fill from them. Providing they didn’t kill them. So when the human woke up, whatever they would remember from the encounter just seemed like a lucid dream.

While there were still lots of vampires that enjoyed feeding from humans in one way or another, there was a few that not only enjoyed feeding from them, but enjoyed torturing them too, not fearing the consequences or the hunters. Vampires could release endorphins while they were feeding, resulting in the humans to feel drowsy and happy, but some vampires choose not to. They loved hearing the cries of terror and pain while they were drinking from their prey far too much. Often, they would not stop after the human passed out, they would suck the human dry.

And Chris happened to be one of those vampires.

The human teachers Michael and Jeremy entered the lounge and happily greeted everyone. The vampires all put on smiles and everyone shared what they got up to over the holidays. Well, the human friendly parts, at least.

Loki was still uncomfortable about being in the same room as Chris, especially after what had happened last night. So he left the room as soon as he could.

‘I’m away to get my lessons planned for the day.’ He hastily said to everyone.

‘Oh Loki, before you go...’ Chris called to him, making him stop but Loki didn’t turn to face Chris. ‘You’ve got a new assistant joining you today. She’s just passed her teaching exams from across the country and is going to be joining us for a couple of years.’

Loki turned and looked at Chris with an eyebrow up. ‘You didn’t think to tell me before now?’

Chris hid a smirk behind his tea as he took a sip. ‘I didn’t know about it until this morning when I came in. It’s not a problem, is it?’

Loki kept his cool and shook his head. ‘No, not at all… I could do with the assistance actually.’

‘Good. She’ll be in your classroom, waiting.’

‘She? Finally, another woman in the mix.’ Jessica cheered.

Loki turned around and continued on out of the room with his jaw clenched. He was pissed that he was only being told now. He thought it would no doubt be another vampire, if Chris had something to do with it. Loki only hoped she wasn’t old school type with her feeding. Or they would end up not getting along well at all.

As he opened the door to his classroom, the most intoxicating, mouth-watering smell, instantly hit him like a ton of bricks.

‘Oh, hi! You must be Mr Laufeyson. I’m Claire, Claire Mason.’ A young woman said brightly as she walked up to him with her hand outstretched towards him.

Oh no. She was no vampire… This was going to be much, much, worse than he had thought.

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Heeeeyyyyy!!!!!! Thank you so much for sending this to me!!! I must admit, this was a challenge.....but.......

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!!!!! lol I wasn't sure if we were going seductive vampire or gory vampire......sooooooooo I did both!!! Lol the graphic one I will leave under the cut just in case. I don't feel it's super bad, but there is blood......so feel free to avoid it.

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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Tenebrous - Loki (AU) - Chapter Fifteen

Pairings: Vampire! Professor Loki x Fem!Reader

Characters: Loki, Thor, Fem OC, Reader, Bucky Barnes, Stephen Strange, Baron Zemo, Other OCs

Warnings: angst, blood, witch coven dynamics, vampire coven dynamics, soul bonds, major character death, canon level violence, blood drinking, mind manipulations, torture, MINORS DNI

Word Count: 6.1k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Chapter Fourteen || Chapter Sixteen

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Chapter Fifteen - One of Our Own

Present.

Alexander’s taunts are heard from the distance of the clearing. Loki struggles to return to the safety of the ground, Karla only furthers him away from his goal. Levitation aiding in moving them to the opposite side of the clearing.

James and he would have to cross the long running weave to reach Alexander and Y/N.

“Any plans?” Nia questions and Loki grits his teeth, trying to get into Karla’s mind.

Bucky huffs, giving Zemo a hard glare. The man in question shakes his head, retrieving the stake from his jacket pocket.

Zemo carefully leaves Luna’s side, walking the short perimeter, as though observing. He stands behind Maya, within a good enough range to aim his stake at Karla.

Luna closes her eyes, grounding herself to begin the plan of the Celestials. Alexander’s vampires had their backs turned to her. She opens her eyes once the link is created, the low hum of their combined power rests at her fingertips.

Zemo takes a quiet moment, raising his arm, aiming the stake for Karla’s heart.

Bucky causes small orbs of light to glow, on his palms. Keeping the watchful vampires distracted from Zemo.

The blade of the stake gleams in the moonlight, twinkling as it delivers death to the vampire causing her to fall forward.

Maya removes the stake, turning to pick and choose their prey.

The levitating vampires drop to the ground.

Luna lifts the weave from, Wong and Maya.

Wong rushes to their side, standing beside Doctor Strange offering hand.

“Still a Doctor?” Wong questions.

“Still have a flair for the dramatic?” Stephen gives a half smile taking his hand as Wong laughs.

Loki begins to walk with purpose towards the weave.

“Loki.” Bucky calls for his attention, the vampire pauses.

“Have her find me to gain more energy.” Bucky says, opening up a path along the weave, Loki nods, blurring out of view, as he reaches towards the edge of the clearing.

Opening himself up to the bond, allowing it to guide him, the dread and despair from Y/N’s side of the bond seeps into him.

Then Malekith steps in Loki’s path, “I have a few scores to settle with you.” He assures, dark embers flowing out of his fingertips surrounding Loki.

The forest begins to turn into a beige walled structure. Loki recognises the room.

——<>——

Luna keeps a steady control on the weave, opening and closing it as the vampires on their side make the kill.

Bucky joins by her side, he looks up at the moon, hoping the power is enough to help.

He feels dread, he choses to ignore the feeling, focusing on connecting with the Celestials. His left arm’s lines begin to glow softly.

The thrum of power amongst the Celestial coven increases, the scent of lavender stronger. The soft lines of spirit solidified.

They work on raising the stakes they buried into the grounds, taking aims at the vampires who were not being tended to by Stephen, Wong, Maya and Zemo.

The stakes swiftly end four vampires each. Bucky feels the dread again, he turns, Loki is surrounded by dark tendrils, his eyes open but blank. Emotionless.

When Bucky looks at him the dread is replaced by panic, he movies to draw a weave around Malekith. Unsure of how to extract Loki from the grip of the vampire.

Bucky had seldom been able to escape Malekith’s advances, his head was already a mess therefore the vampire did not cause more harm, only practiced upon him.

——<>——

Maya shape-shifts into Ivan Vanko, now able to recreate his powers they head toward him. He only grins in response, predator mocking prey.

“Shocking isn’t it.” Maya wants to laugh at their pun as Vanko falls down, withering in pain.

“I’ve studied all the moves you make Vanko.” They tell him, they grab one of the stakes that levitates, lining it up so it hovers perpendicular to the fallen Vanko’s chest.

“I’ve been planning this right from your homophobic comments from day one to the bullshit you did till today, bye Vanko. Been waiting to have you gone.” Maya turns back into their self as the stake falls into Vanko, ceasing his withering movements.

The remaining vampires struggle to escape but the layers of vampire weaves being sown into their places had begun to take effect. The colour of the weave iridescent, a stark contradiction of the effect it had upon the vampires but they all remain trapped within it. Struggling and aching to get free.

Maya moves reaching to help Strange and Wong as they stake the vampires. As they slip in and out of the weave.

“No! Not Malekith!” Maya stops Strange from throwing the dagger, pointing to Loki surrounded by the dark hazy mist.

“Won’t it stop the illusion?” Strange questions, Wong shakes his head.

“Work on the remainder.” Wong ducks as another fireball comes towards him from a younger vampire.

Bucky keeps the weave up, the conversation he overhears lowering his confidence in being able to rescue Loki.

Y/N screams and Bucky’s face contorts in pain, she was so close, that even he could hear. He looks back at the moon, helplessly.

——<>——

“Long time no see.” Malekith tells Loki.

“Yes, it has been long.” Loki comments, then glares at Malekith as the ground now harbours white tiled floors.

“I thought you should see your own fears. You know? Change of scenery.” Malekith chuckles.

The monitor rapidly beats and Loki’s eyes widen as Y/N’s body arches off of the plinth. Bite marks litter her skin and she appears lifeless, the monitor only shows a flat line.

As Loki approaches the treatment table, biting his wrist to give her blood, he is pulled away by John.

Loki takes a swing at him, but when his fist makes contact, the room resets to him watching Y/N being resuscitated.

“Fuck.” He mutters, haphazardly searching for the rift in the reality. As the scene keeps replaying over and over.

Then it changes to the vision of the dreaded night in the forest, Y/N’s eyes on him pleading, as she is held down.

“Why did you not return sooner?” She questions, cries of pain as John drinks from her.

“Why did you leave me?” She begs to know.

“Why did you bring this upon me?”

Loki tries moving forward to pry John away, but he is held back by Alexander himself.

“Father—,”

“It is a shame she is still unclaimed.” Alexander tuts.

“Father please—,” Loki begs, Y/N whimpers again, John holding him now and Alexander trailing his nose along her sternum.

“I’ll do anything, please let her go.” Loki pleads. John pushes him down to his knees.

Alexander’s eyes harbour red rims, fangs displayed, Loki feels sick to his stomach as he bites over the bond mark. A scream of protest dies against his tongue.

The forest resets.

Y/N begs.

Loki attempts a bargain.

Alexander doesn’t listen.

The forest resets.

Y/N begs.

Loki attempts a bargain.

Alexander doesn’t listen.

The forest resets.

Y/N pleads.

Loki offers himself instead.

Alexander sinks his fangs into her skin.

Loki looks around as the forest resets, for a glimmer of hope, anything to carry himself back to reality.

Y/N accuses him of never loving her, of leaving her defenceless.

Reality becomes blurred.

Loki believes her words.

Over and over.

How he failed her, how he was responsible for her wounds.

Loki sinks into the alteration, a failure, an utter disgrace and Odin’s words ring through his mind.

‘Born not from a god approved bond, a teller of lies, dragging my name with shame.’

‘No son of mine, you are. You won’t get anything.’

——<>——

In the clearing Thor throws off John as he tries to attack him. Nia grabs one of the floating stakes heading towards the vampires of Alexander’s coven. Bucky turns away from watching Loki only for a moment to have John’s familiar stakes, pierce the vampire into place on the ground.

“Fuck not again.” John groans.

“Thanks.” Thor nods in appreciation, heading towards them to help.

The weave holds the vampires off, keeping them in a perimeter but within the weave they can move easily. Nia moves back as a vampire with blonde hair tries to grab her.

“James, think you can get me out?” Nia calls out and Bucky nods. He knows the weave around Malekith would hold even as he helped Nia.

“Be quick.” He tells her to which Nia laughs, “I have vampire speed.”

As she steps into the weave Thor moves towards Malekith and Loki, behind Bucky.

Luna remains focused on allowing Zemo freedom to move between the weave. Staking the vampires still alive.

Nia pushes the body down of the vampire and retrieves the stake. Turning to Bucky for the signal, she looks up at Thor, towering over the warlock’s fallen form. Hand outstretched a smirk on his face.

“What did you do?” She questions him, she gazes down at Bucky’s unconscious form, relieved slightly when his chest still rises and falls. The suns across their bond begin diminishing.

The larger vampire moves towards Luna, she tries to ward him off with a spell but he grabs her hand, twisting it.

“My, my Luna, lying about being a half witch?” Thor raises his eyebrows in surprise.

Stephen and Wong stare at him, pulling back the stakes from the vampires they were dealing with, the pair then takes a step back from the edge of the weave. Since Luna nor Bucky could give them a path to exit if they got stuck inside.

“The Celestials will keep the weave up.” Luna warns then yells in pain as Thor twists her hands more and the bones crack and pierce through her skin. He does the same to her other hand. Throwing her into the weave,

“Good, they should keep you in place. Cowards hiding away.”

“Thor, what the fuck are you doing?” Nia yells at him. He continues to ignore her and the suns that slowly set amongst their bond as she grows more distrustful towards her mate.

“Just a bit of organising, my sweet mate.” Thor chuckles as though he isn’t betraying every person that stood beside him.

“How is my brother doing?” He stands in front of Malekith.

“Getting distressed. About to lose himself,” The vampire smiles in return, closing his eyes once again.

“Good, see how long you can keep him inside. Make it permanent.” Thor turns to Stephen and Wong.

“You know Stephen, you derailed my plans.” Thor narrows his eyes.

“I believe you are derailing ours.” Stephen counters, the larger vampire smirks satisfied at the tensing in Stephen’s jaw.

“Oh, no, no, fret not, this is just an extension of your plan.” Thor smiles at their confused looks.

“Thor, fuck, what even in the fucking hell.” Nia presses her fingers to her temples, mind moving a mile a minute.

“Oh, mate.” Thor coos.

“Tell me the fucking truth!” She yells and her ability to extract the truth moves within her words. A shadow of the syllables they wrap around her mate’s throat, gently coaxing the truth.

“I am taking what is mine.” Thor turns to her. Walking up to his mate.

Stephen moves towards Malekith, needing to break Loki out of the spell. He crosses the small opening that Luna grants him passage using his speed. He carefully stops near Bucky just as Thor turns to raise an eyebrow at him.

“Stephen, Stephen, Stephen,” Thor tuts with a disappointed shake of his head, “If you do anything to move Loki away, he will be lost.”

Strange meet’s Wong’s gaze, who simply nods in confirmation. The doctor’s jaw sets, glare trained upon Thor.

Zemo willingly enters the weave, cradling Luna and giving her the bottle of blood they had hidden around along with the stakes. Her bones begin to retreat with a squelch and crack. Her whimpers pressed against the skin of his neck.

He glares at Thor, “Traitor.” He mutters.

The blonde vampire only smiles, “Takes one to know one.”

“Thor.” Nia calls to him, still demanding answers.

“Ah, yes. Your precious Celestial best friend, is going to lead Alexander to his death.” Thor tells her as if recalling a conversation already done.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re attacking the people on our side. People who have stood by you. People who trust you.” Nia demands.

“Such a smart little cookie, catching onto the grander scheme. Trust, oh you sweet little new vampire, cardinal rule of immortality— trust no one.” Thor chuckles.

“Thor.” Nia glares at him, her eyes turning red rimmed.

“Oh give it a rest, Nia. The throne that Alexander sits upon is willed away to my insubordinate brother.” Thor glowers.

“You want the throne of a horrible man?” Nia questions, aghast.

“The kingdom is what I want. You can rule beside me, Nia. Loki never deserved any of it. He always wanted to run. I lost what Odin left for me. Loki could never live up to either Father. Yet, Alexander chose him. When, I am more than capable. Because I stood up-to Father, I left his shit show and Loki stuck around.” He shrugs, holding out his hand in offer.

“At the expense of your brother and my best friend dying?” Nia cannot recognise the man in front of her.

“All wars have sacrifices. I will honour them my love. I assure you, I will. Join me.” Thor smiles at her, hopeful.

“You know I will not accept.” She spits at him.

“We could rule.” He states, “I could take you anywhere you want. You could be anyone, do anything. Eternity is ours.” Thor says, oh so gleeful.

Nia’s gaze flickers to Bucky, who gets to his knees, glaring at the back of Thor’s head. Stephen looks down at Bucky concerned. He looks back at Nia mouthing, stall him.

——<>——

Bucky turns towards Loki, still kneeling keeping his movements slow and silent. Thor was being distracted and this could work in their favour. Bucky focuses on finding Loki.The dark haze not allowing him to delve into either vampire’s mind.

Fuck. Bucky thinks hard, Thor was turning against them and he needed Loki to return. He winces as the throbbing pain emerges from where Thor hit him.

The warlock makes a small circle onto the ground, demarcating the directions after a quick spell for a compass, he turns to gaze north.

‘From the North I request Air, to create a small passageway amongst the dark swirls.’ He speaks in his mind.

For a moment, there is no wind, the trees and their rustling leaves grow silent.

Then a gust of wind blows, the music of the forest returns. Bucky narrows his eyes, spotting a small partition in the dark haze as the wind blows. Bucky looks up at the moon thankful, then thanks the Air from the North.

Closing his eyes, he finds the familiar allure that Loki held; Bucky focuses on visualising grasping the vampire’s temples. As if attempting to enter his mind.

All Bucky can see are images of the forest’s night, Loki kneeling watching with venom stinging his eyes. When the warlock looks toward what Loki watches, his breath hitches.

Blood, so much blood.

Y/N’s cries and whimper, he looks at the vampires crouched over another body, when Alexander stands. Bucky stumbles seeing himself being a prey.

Loki groans in pain as though feeling every wound that litters the images of Y/N and Bucky.

“Loki!” Bucky calls out, but the attempts go unheard.

“Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.” Malekith laughs menacingly.

“Malekith.” Bucky greets, looking back at Loki.

“He’s not able to separate reality anymore.” Malekith admires his handy work.

“Next up, is you.” The vampire warns and Bucky takes off running. Grabbing Loki’s arm. Loki stumbles but follows blindly.

“James?” He questions and Bucky sighs still running, “How? Alexander was drinking from you and—,”

“Loki you need to get out. This, this is Malekith’s doing, you aren’t in reality.” Bucky pants as they hide behind trees.

“Thor has turned on us. You need to return—,”

“Oh, warlock, he’s all mine.” Malekith calls out distantly but nearing steadfast.

“Fuck, Loki, there isn’t time. Y/N is still alive, Alexander has her, we need to protect her, we cannot abandon her. This is not reality! It is not our reality. You must return.” Bucky shakes Loki grabbing his arms.

“Lies. I left her defenceless, you defenceless.” Loki pushes his hands away.

“Loki do you remember what I said?” Bucky cannot stay any longer, he can feel the breach Malekith attempts on his own mind.

“About?” Loki narrows his eyes then gazes at the scene of the forest resetting.

“About what I felt. Do you remember what I said you felt like?” Bucky grows impatient.

“A snowflake?” Loki answers hesitantly, Bucky nods.

“Focus on the snowflakes and stars, your stars with her. No matter what, the snowflakes and stars will guide you back to reality. To me. To Y/N. To your reality.” Bucky’s form disappears and Loki sinks to his knees at another loss.

A single snowflake rests upon his cheek.

The scene resets.

Both the witch and warlock scream and blame him.

The vampire bows his head in defeat.

Not able to even rise from his knees.

Loki takes every bit of pain and hurt and remains on the floor of the forest.

——<>——

“How did Stephen ruin your plan?” It is an innocent question but Nia’s ability yet again urges him to answer.

“Loki was to return much later. Actually within a few days of today. Right as this battle took place. He would not stand a chance and Y/N,” Thor laughs, “She would be too far gone into John’s little pills to care. My brother would die saving her from her own inevitable death. However this change of plan will do. Malekith will deal with Loki.” He shrugs.

“Bold of you to assume we will not come for another tyrant.” Zemo bellows, Thor narrows his eyes.

“How will you even move with a stake to your heart?” He gleams as Zemo’s anger grows.

“Thor, all this for a glorified chair?” Nia shakes her head, “Who even are you anymore?” She questions venom pooling her eyes.

“I’m still your Thor.” He defends, “Still your chosen mate by the moon that illuminates my crowning night.

“You willingly put her in danger, drove them apart. You lied to me. You hid this from me. This is why you did not want me being a vampire so soon.” She accuses, realisations dawning on her. As if she was just waking up from a trance.

“I did what had to be done. I simply expedited the process that Luna saw years ago.” Thor’s jaw clenches, “Are you with me? Or against me? I could have kept you human. I found you being a vampire is in my favour.” He speaks, voice stern.

“What if I am against you?” Nia questions, out of the corner of her eye; Nia watches as Bucky stands, trying not to make a sound of discomfort.

Stephen uses his ability to know if Bucky required any immediate medical attention, minor swelling over his head, a slight dizziness. Bruises. Scabs from falling.

Stephen extends a small vial to Bucky.

The vampire tilts his head towards Loki, when Bucky wordlessly questions the source. The Doctor pats his pockets again to indicate he had more if required.

Bucky carefully drinks from the vial. The blood tastes, sort of sweet, like a nectar, but it has an edge to it. He tucks the vial into his own pocket. Slowly as Loki’s blood mixes with his own, he feels renewed, his injuries not hurting as much.

He clenches his fist, ready to take on Thor. John groans trying to get the stakes off, Bucky has the stakes press into him further.

“Nothing a mate command won’t fix.” Thor grins, then it falters as Nia’s eyebrows furrow, his words sound dragged out as if hearing him in slow motion on a video.

Thor’s gaze shifts to Wong, eyes slowly turning to red. Wong only smiles his own eyes, red rimmed.

Bucky raises his left arm, releasing Nia from the weave and casting another around Thor. The vampire turns charging towards Bucky in a slowed down speed as Wong maintains his hold. The weave blurs in and out as Thor keeps trudging through trying to attack Bucky.

Bucky takes quick inventory of the weave around Malekith the same begins to occur. The warlock closes his eyes, linking with spirit to the moon.

The flickering weaves stay fixed in place.

Thor stumbles to his knees at the force of the weave stopping him in place.

“You will regret this. Every single one of you!” Thor yells at them.

Stephen looks back at Nia, the two of them know the remaining vampires need to be taken out. Still several remain standing.

“Can you ask the Celestials to break the weave?” Wong requests Luna, she gazes at him confused.

“I can slow them down enough to be staked.” Wong assures.

“Worth a try.” Zemo adds, looking to Luna.

“I can try. Bucky is focused upon the weaves so if I am not able to control…” Luna trails off standing up with Zemo’s assistance.

The scent of lavender grows in the air and lines of spirit in the shape of lavender sprigs surround her.

When they are ready, Luna closes her eyes, reconnecting with Clark, Miles and Sierra. Who are back at the coven house.

“Incoming.” Clark warns as the mind link opens and they bombarded with all the information Luna processes.

“Thor turned into a villain?” Sierra’s jaw drops.

“Focus,” Miles says, “We need to always pay attention.”

“Drop the weave.” Luna orders gruffly and they begin to reverse each layer from their places in the circle.

“So much for not being High Priestess.” Miles grumbles and Clark just shakes his head, following the umpteenth order.

Ten Months Ago.

In the aftermath of the coven’s sacrifice. Luna stands at the centre of the circle. Sierra, Miles and Clark watch her as she collects herself.

Sierra denotes the scattered pieces of the bond that are akin to thorns on the stem of a rose.

“Everyone presumed the soft petals to be what I felt during the bond.” Luna turns to Sierra.

“But all I felt were the thorns.” She completes.

“You’re part witch, still.” Clark observes her aura.

“I believe this is what happens to Celestials when we are turned.” Luna looks at him.

“Are you going to turn us?” Miles questions as Luna shakes her head dismissively.

“Then what are you planning to do to us?” He counters.

“You have a task remaining, a witch to awaken, her mate is hampering the process.” Luna informs and all three furrow their brows.

“Wait, she has a vampire for a mate?” Sierra’s eyes widen, it wasn’t highly uncommon, but still a rare occurrence.

“Why is he hampering the process?” Clark focuses on the task at hand, trivial things are not the matter to be discussed. They had lost their coven over this baby witch.

“It is a grander scheme of things that needs to be done.” Luna explains, settling up the clearing to look as though there had been a great battle.

“As High Priestess—,”

“You are High Priest.” Luna interrupts Clark cutting off Miles.

“Either way, we have a right to know.” Clark defends.

“I will seek you out soon. For now, leave. Find shelter.” Luna advises, her voice growing urgent.

“How will you find us?” Sierra questions.

“How all Celestials find one another. Blood ties us.” Luna explains, sitting in the place right near being staked and setting the dead high priestess to seem as if Luna killed her.

“Run.” Luna wards them off.

They gather their things and remain quick on their feet.

Returning to the studio apartment where Sierra lived.

The exhaustion and sadness weighs down and they begin the ritual to honour the souls lost.

Nine Months Ago.

Luna returned eight days after the month ended. Head covered by the cloak and her eyes carrying a heaviness all too familiar of being guilt ridden survivors of a lost coven.

Clark stands when Luna enters. Miles and Sierra watch from their places.

“How much death do you carry?” The question slips from Miles before he can catch it, mend it.

“Far too much.” Luna answers with a sigh of exhaustion though she feels not an iota of tiredness.

“Do you have information on the yet to be awakened witch?” Sierra switches to the main concerned topic.

Luna nods.

“You must however wait nine months.” She says and all of them begin to speak at the same time.

“Nine months? Our only family is dead and we need to wait nine months to find this, this catalyst?”

“Are you out of your mind we must awaken her now. If it is a battle up ahead we need time to train her.”

“Make some semblance of sense.”

The sentences tangle with each other and Luna raises a hand to silence their onslaught.

“There are intricate timings to be followed.” She murmurs.

“I will teach you the spell, lend you help from a distance.” She stands once again, joining her hands then parting them as a grimoire appears and rests on Luna’s hands.

Sierra looks at the book intently. Miles and Clark exchange a look.

“You need to be honest with us Luna. We cannot operate in the dark.” Clark vocalises their concerns.

“I understand blind faith and trust is hard to come by but I ask you of this, till we awaken, Y/N.” The half witch requests.

Clark repeats the baby witch’s name and then nods,

“However if we feel at any point this risks the lives against the greater good of the coven we will abandon.”

“Clark.” Sierra says his name in protest.

“As High Priest I will not will away my coven to die.” He gives her a look of finality.

“I can understand, however as a Celestial, you are entrusted with the responsibility to take down Alexander Pierce.” Luna narrows her eyes when Clark’s gaze hardens.

“You wish to escape that responsibility?” She counters.

“I wish to escape death.” Clark admits, holding Miles’ hand.

“I cannot assure a favourable outcome but I will assure you a chance to avenge your lost family at terms you deem safe.” Luna promises.

“What of her? This, Y/N?” Miles questions.

“She is not our concern if she brought this upon us.” Clark says, emotionless.

“Clark.” Miles chastises.

“We lost our only family, Miles. I do not care about a witch who brings problems. If she can hold her own in a fight well and good. Otherwise her mate can care for her.” Clark’s rudeness seeps into the words and Luna briefly worries about the fate of the young witch.

“How do we get to her?” All eyes turn to Sierra.

“She is currently at university works in a hospital, they have a vacancy for a nurse.” Luna nods when Sierra understands what is requested of her.

“Alright I will observe.” Sierra agrees.

“Later one of you shall pose as patients to further contact.” Luna tells the two warlocks.

“Alright.” Miles nods.

“What is required of the spell? Clark brings out his own grimoire to note down the spell.

Luna takes a deep breath and begins to explain the entire process.

Present.

Y/N gasps for air then whimpers when the movement causes pain all across her chest.

Gazing down she is greeted by the sight of red seeping into her clothes. The material torn along her collarbones as Alexander bit into her and then kept spitting her blood out.

Her gaze searches for the vampire monarch. He stands against the very tree he had splintered with her body being thrown against it.

“Faria why do you no longer taste sweet?” He questions as Y/N’s gaze meets his own.

“I’m not, Faria.” Y/N struggles to speak, voice hoarse.

“Why must you keep lying, my love? It is me, admit it. Admit your guilt. You didn’t die all those years ago. I am salvation right at your feet, but you must bow to me.” He demands, pushing himself from the tree with such a force that the bark breaks under the weight of his strength.

Y/N’s vision grows bleary again.

A snowflake rests against her forehead. Cold almost aiding her in tracing the unique pattern with the way it radiates a heat even in the cold of its touch.

Her eyes begin to close, exhaustion dragging her under once more. Dread seeps into her chest as Alexander grabs her hair and tilts her head.

Her eyes flutter once again at the second snowflake that resembles a star twinkling in the night.

Red rimmed eyes, green, blue, red.

“my child, follow my voice.” A haunting echo Y/N struggles to follow.

———<>———

A tiny snowflake falls upon Loki’s cheek, followed by another. He turns, from laying on his stomach to laying on his back. There is twinkling in sky as the snowflakes gleam as though tiny stars in the moonlight.

Footsteps approach him, Loki remembers this night. First night of his immortality.

“Enjoying being on your knees, cheekbones?” Brock’s voice greets.

“I haven’t fed, Rumlow.” Loki furrows his brows noticing that there is a lack of snow falling upon Brock.

The night changes into twilight, Rumlow fades away.

He finds himself in his office reading the page upon which James Barnes had written his piece. His drink stays watered down by the ice.

“Professor.”

Loki’s eyes move to meet the blue eyed man, who holds hands with his mate, Y/N.

“James, Y/N?” He questions their intertwined fingers, an ache of longing manifests upon his own finger tips.

“We could have lived.” Y/N says, looking into his green eyes with her familiar shade of home that the vampire had longed for since years.

“Had you not been selfish, had you not returned.” James completes.

Loki furrows his brows, a twinkling outside his window. Loki walks towards the window, stumbling back when he finds Y/N covered in bites and bleeding.

When he turns in the office, James stands, dark circles under his eyes, longer hair sticking up in every direction.

Another twinkling snowflake floats near the warlock’s head.

“Loki.” Y/N’s voice speaks from the chair they lounged and read upon.

Twinkling snowflakes surround her, he touches one. Bright light warm hands embrace him. Tears on his shirt.

Loki moves back, turning, hand grazing past the snowflake near Bucky.

“Mr. Barnes, this is good work. Have you considered submitting work for publishing?” Loki questions as Bucky stares at the high grade on his poem.

“Um, honestly, no…” Bucky admits, a pink tinge dusts his cheeks.

“Please consider. I have contacts who may help. If you are worried about doing it alone, choose someone you may be comfortable with in sharing author space.” Loki smiles encouragingly, a week into the creative writing course starting and Loki felt he had found the top runner.

“Poetess—I mean, Y/N. Her work is really great as well.” Bucky admits and Loki’s stomach plummets at the fluttering sensation of the star appearing upon his chest. Loki gives an involuntary shiver as though something cold also presses his skin.

Bucky coughs bringing Loki back into the present moment, “I mean unless—,”

“She has yet to show her potential in the submitted work. Maybe if she shows promise I will offer the chance to the two of you.” Loki smiles and Bucky nods, gathering his things.

Loki looks around the now empty forest. Malekith stands before him.

“How are you breaking through?” The vampire questions, knowing he left no room for escape.

Loki shakes his head, as the fuzziness clears. His eyes widen recalling Bucky’s words, stars, snowflakes, him and Y/N.

Loki’s jaw sets, “Malekith.”

Malekith beings to reset the forest again, Loki appears before him, closing the distance.

Loki grabs his throat, leaping upwards, then turning so as they land, Malekith groans at the impact on his head against the ground.

“Let us see your memories. What have you buried underneath?” Loki grins wickedly, closing his eyes, delving into Malekith’s mind.

The steady stream of twinkling snowflakes guide Loki back to reality.

He opens his green eyes, the dark swirls still surround him and their creator. The bitter taste of betrayal from Thor seizes his heart. Malekith had tried distracting him with other thoughts and memories, bringing to light his own brother’s betrayal for the throne.

Loki would have willingly handed it over. In a heartbeat.

Malekith falls to his knees as Loki takes control of the dark swirls. He looks to the moon and then, turns to look back at the clearing.

———<>——

“If you think a mere weave will stop my plans you are wrong.” Thor speaks turned away from Loki.

“Malekith will end Loki and Y/N won’t be able to take his loss.” Thor spits out.

The weave drops from the trapped vampires, Nia does not make a move as hell breaks loose around them. Zemo, Stephen, Maya and Wong begin to take the vampires out while providing cover to Nia, Luna and Bucky.

“I suggest you re-evaluate your thought process. How could you, brother?” Loki calls out. Thor turns his attention to his brother, nostrils flared in anger.

“You should be more attentive brother.” Thor sneers, before Loki can respond he feels the hands of Malekith on his head, pushing him down and pulling him back into the altered reality.

“Loki!” Bucky turns just as a pained scream echoes sending a shudder through the two men.

“James find—,” Loki’s eyes go blank before he can complete the sentence.

Bucky’s jaw sets, he begins moving towards Malekith. Embers igniting at his palms.

“Oh, Warlock. I can follow breadcrumbs too. Lead me right to you.” Malekith widens his arms and the dark embers that surround Loki, now move to surround Bucky. His blue eyes widen as the forest turns into the snow covered floor of his coven house in Romania.

Thor notices the distraction has the weave disappear again. He takes a caution filled step outside. Wong is preoccupied and Thor made sure a further cavalry would arrive to keep everyone busy and away from his plans.

“Thor.” Nia draws his attention.

“You will rule beside me, even if I have to force you.” Thor warns, fully out of the weave.

“I believe you will not have an opportunity for that.” Nia sneers and Thor feels the sting of a stake against his chest.

“You would not.” Thor scoffs, grabbing her right hand and twisting the stake, to press against it her chest.

“Wouldn’t you? You are already sacrificing one of our own.” Nia raises an eyebrow, not allowing the pain of the tip of the stake breaking her skin to reflect in her eyes.

“We could have ruled, Nia.” Thor speaks with regret.

“You’re right.” Nia agrees, “We could have.”

“This is an unfortunate moment.” He decrees.

“Where you chose a glorified chair over me?”

The thousand suns harboured between them, turn into eclipses, darkness covers their bond. The brightest sun turns decayed morphing into a black hole, consuming every part of the bond Thor and Nia shared. The two drop to the floor still in each other’s embrace.

The pained cry from losing a mate has all the vampires stop in their tracks and stare at the unmoving pair. All too well, they know the pain is worse than death, even worse is living without the one destined for you.

Never was a second chance given. The only way was to find comfort in another who lost a mate as well.

Luna and Zemo exchange a pained gaze. Maya covers her mouth with her palm. Stephen looks to the floor, squeezing his eyes shut, “Fuck.”

Slowly the dead vampire’s body moves from their mate’s arm to lay lifeless on the ground.

Thor’s blue and brown eyes are coated with fresh venom. The last touch of Nia’s skin upon him, was not of the stake but of her soft fingertips as she closed his eyes.

Finally screaming out once again in pain of the bond breaking, the pain of her mate dying. The pain of having to kill her own mate, crazed for power and unwilling to see reason.

Her left hand stays pressed against his side, from where she had struck him with the stake. She drops the first stake from her right hand. Her body shaking with dry heaved sobs, she looked up at the sky, stars twinkling like her tears once did when she was human.

-x-x-x-x-

a.n: hi everyone so its a little difficult writing tenebrous sticking to a schedule since as you kow the story is very layered s i am not going to be giving myself a date to update since it gets really frantic for me, my target will however be to update once every ten days or so it could be earlier there is just a little more to go so i hope you stick around to read.

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