VioletsforRoses

Requests are open ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ endless nothingness

[aesonmae]

Loki One Shots

Happy New Year

Summary: no plot just smut

Sweethearts

Summary : what happens when you meet your high school sweetheart for the first time after eleven years?

You Are My Wife

Summary: no plot just smut

Echoes of Time, part 2 - Loki and Dorothea

Summary: The god of stories finds a way to relive a particular memory and go back to certain point in time only for one person, you. while trying to keep the multiverse secured in his grip.

Waiting On A Miracle

Summary: You found yourself out of time and space faced with an old friend.

Sausage

Summary: The TVA is gone, but Loki is determined to find you

Popcorn

Summary: What happens when a particular comment Loki says, turns into something un-expected?

His Sweet Dessert

Summary: Loki comes home, only to find himself faced with a certain sweet dessert.

Home

Summary: Loki is back home after a long exhausting day of time-slipping.

His Godly Big Hands

Summary: what happens when your godly boyfriend decides to use his big hands on you?

𓄋 Requests

Mine

Summary: What would happen if Loki wasn't pushed through the time door, instead being y/n? As perhaps Sylvie may have gotten a little too cocky in thinking that she could take what Loki deems as his ;).

here is my tiny master list i hope you enjoy it 💚

Ao3, Quotev

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[aesonmae]

Hello lovies, I hope everyone is feeling great. I just wanted to let you know (in case you care) that I won’t be here for the reminder of the month(almost), life has been busy, exams season already, and just way too much on me, I just lack energy. I have a request which I may work on as I am gone, and perhaps will post tomorrow another (drafted) fic, it’s an emotional support one honestly just if you are struggling with life it’s a perfect fic for you. Aside from that I hope you all stay okay, healthy, and safe. Have a happy days!

💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝

[hiddleslokid]

Tom Hiddleston as Adam in “Only Lovers Left Alive” (four)

[quoting-shakespeare-to-ducks]

- from A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness

[aesonmae]

- Happy New Year

Story written by @aesonmae, and @anukulee .

Summary: no plot just smut (here’s your warning)

Loki X Reader

W.C: 1165

A/N: Happy new year sweet lovies! Here’s certainly a smutty one to start the year with.

Master-list

            Receiving a head in a dark alley, where you were almost naked, was one of the last things you had expected, at the start of the year, much less the eve before the new year. As of all the millions of thoughts that often clouded your mind, that very notion much less, hadn’t been one of them. Yet here you were, as while at one time you had been dressed up, to your waist, now you were far from dressed up. 

        As at the moment your head was pinned against the cold wall behind you, your hands clinging to your breasts almost for dear life. Your dear breasts and hands seemed to be the only thing you could command at the moment, as you could already feel a tremble within your legs. All because of the head that was currently responsible for the mouth assault on your sex. As your thighs had become mere tools to be thrown over the man’s shoulder, as he continued to eat you out senselessly, almost as if it was his job. 

        As with each passing moment the risk of getting caught, seemed to increase not that you cared at the moment, how could you when you had him? With all of your thoughts focusing on him, his tongue, and the fact that it was his tongue that currently fucking you in this dark alleyway. 

        And with each swipe and thrust of his tongue inside you, your moans and whimpers seemed to grow louder in volume. Leaving you to wonder one simple thing in the rare free seconds you had about yourself before you were left moaning and whimpering once more. How could a tongue be capable of such things, and how had I not experienced this before?

        A thought that shouldn’t have crossed your mind, given the very man, no god in front of you was capable of anything, especially things you could never dream of. Almost as if he thrived off the possibility of ruining you for everyone else, not that he hadn’t already. As you were reminded once more with another thrust of his tongue instead of it, leaving you once more in such a cusp of pleasure, that any coherent thought disappeared with another swipe of his tongue. As soon yet another string of pleasure washed over you, bringing another string of moaning and whimper begging him for mercy.

        This very moans of pleasure seemed to encourage him further as he continued to divulge deeper and deeper into your sex. Only to let out a lowly husky growl, when in a rare moment, you allowed your hands to fall off your breasts to grab his hair. Already on the cusp of yet another wave of pleasure, this one so much so, that you needed something, anything to keep you present for fear that you would die out of pleasure at any moment. 

        Alas, he thought differently as his growl was a harsh reminder of his previously uttered words, “If so much as think of taking your off your ravishing breasts, I will stop touching you.”

        And despite you being of little sound mind much less functioning, aside from pleasure, your hands quickly flew back to your breasts. Now alternating between squeezing your breasts, and allowing the tip of your finger to circle your nipples, and in doing so only pushing you further towards your release. 

        “Lo,” you said barely able to utter it without a whine, and yet with another swipe of his tongue. Something else came roaring out. “Loki, I can—not,” you uttered, almost screaming his name, even more so when you locked eyes with his. As even your heart seemed to be working against you, beating so fast within you, that you felt that it would burst out of your chest any moment. 

        And still, to this, Loki continued not to say anything, as his gaze remained pinned to you so intensely, that it seemed as if he never broke eye contact, much less blinked. And with his gaze so fiercely pinned on you, you felt yet another feeling stir within you, the want or precisely the need to cream his face. 

        Yet as Loki’s gaze seemed to remain pinned on you, your senses became more in focus, as you could faintly hear the sound of faraway voices counting down, in what sounded like descending order. For despite Loki’s lack of tongue instead of you still felt a stir within you, so much so, that the counting only seemed to make you think of a countdown to your climax, despite knowing it was merely the countdown for the beginning of the new year.

        Seven, you were barely able to hear, as you felt a tremble within yourself once more, as slowly Loki’s nose pressed against your clit, almost as if it was a sign to let go. 

        Five, you heard despite the tingling sensation that seemed to make itself known throughout your body, from your clitoris to your toes, and even your finger toes, as it was finally then the knot that had been building in your stomach snapped. 

        Three, they softly chanted, despite your tightly squeezing against Loki’s head, with your back almost arched against the wall in a violent manner. Your lips already parted in yet another silent scream, the moment when you made a mess on his tongue and face. Only upon doing so did your sex clench and spasm onto his tongue, in a last attempt to hold the sensation inside, for as long as it could be you came. Yet upon doing so, a jolt coursed throughout your body, all accompanied by a series of endless raspy whines escaping your lips when Loki continued to lap at you with intense eagerness like a starved beast.

     At two, your brain seemed to momentarily blank almost as if you stopped functioning for a moment you came.

      And at, one, your sight seemed to return itself, as your gaze was pulled to a display of intense colors lighting up the night sky with a mixture of shimmers, dazzling, and whirling spirals. Yet somehow all seemed to shatter into thousands of sparkling stars upon impact, causing you to wonder, Did Loki just make me see stars or were these real lights?

        “Happy New Year my love,” was the first thing you heard in the new year uttered by the very god in front of you causing a smile to etch itself on your face, and the last thing you heard before you were dragged down, all until you became face-level with Loki once more. With another swift motion, his cock thrusting into you so hard, you felt as if the air was knocked out of your chest, as you knew, 

It was undoubtedly going to be a very exciting New Year.

     

     

🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

Tag-list: @liightt @herdetectivetheorist @eleniblue @lokischambermaid @wheredafandomat @holdmytesseract @anukulee @crimson25 @lokisgoodgirl @superficialdomina @five-miles-over @mochie85 @immyowndefender @smolvenger @godofstoriessuggestion @clandestineloki @lokilaufeylicious @lokidarlingdumbass

[anukulee-deactivated20250603]

@holdmytesseract @five-miles-over @smolvenger @mochie85 @michelleleewise @chantsdemarins @asgards-princess-of-mischief @peacefulpianist @kneeling-before-loki @lokischambermaid @lady-rose-moon @lokisbirdofhermes @lokisbirdofhermes @acidcasualties @gigglingtiggerv2 @liminalpebble @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @eleniblue @xorpsbane @joyful-enchantress @the-swift-escape @the--sad--hatter @lokislover @lokislover2 @feralgodess @kateslife15 @ashereads @november-rayne @lokis-dark-queen @jennyggggrrr @villainousshakespeare

[acidcasualties]

Don't know about everyone else, but that is the best countdown I've witnessed. Impossibly sexy, succulent - pacing is excellent, the idea is hot and refreshing. Short and yummy and just delicious! @anukulee @aesonmae well done! 🤟

[aesonmae]

@acidcasualties thank you so much for such absolute delicious words.💗💗💗😍 we do try yes.💞💞💞💞 @anukulee

[aesonmae]

- Happy New Year

Story written by @aesonmae, and @anukulee .

Summary: no plot just smut (here’s your warning)

Loki X Reader

W.C: 1165

A/N: Happy new year sweet lovies! Here’s certainly a smutty one to start the year with.

Master-list

            Receiving a head in a dark alley, where you were almost naked, was one of the last things you had expected, at the start of the year, much less the eve before the new year. As of all the millions of thoughts that often clouded your mind, that very notion much less, hadn’t been one of them. Yet here you were, as while at one time you had been dressed up, to your waist, now you were far from dressed up. 

        As at the moment your head was pinned against the cold wall behind you, your hands clinging to your breasts almost for dear life. Your dear breasts and hands seemed to be the only thing you could command at the moment, as you could already feel a tremble within your legs. All because of the head that was currently responsible for the mouth assault on your sex. As your thighs had become mere tools to be thrown over the man’s shoulder, as he continued to eat you out senselessly, almost as if it was his job. 

        As with each passing moment the risk of getting caught, seemed to increase not that you cared at the moment, how could you when you had him? With all of your thoughts focusing on him, his tongue, and the fact that it was his tongue that currently fucking you in this dark alleyway. 

        And with each swipe and thrust of his tongue inside you, your moans and whimpers seemed to grow louder in volume. Leaving you to wonder one simple thing in the rare free seconds you had about yourself before you were left moaning and whimpering once more. How could a tongue be capable of such things, and how had I not experienced this before?

        A thought that shouldn’t have crossed your mind, given the very man, no god in front of you was capable of anything, especially things you could never dream of. Almost as if he thrived off the possibility of ruining you for everyone else, not that he hadn’t already. As you were reminded once more with another thrust of his tongue instead of it, leaving you once more in such a cusp of pleasure, that any coherent thought disappeared with another swipe of his tongue. As soon yet another string of pleasure washed over you, bringing another string of moaning and whimper begging him for mercy.

        This very moans of pleasure seemed to encourage him further as he continued to divulge deeper and deeper into your sex. Only to let out a lowly husky growl, when in a rare moment, you allowed your hands to fall off your breasts to grab his hair. Already on the cusp of yet another wave of pleasure, this one so much so, that you needed something, anything to keep you present for fear that you would die out of pleasure at any moment. 

        Alas, he thought differently as his growl was a harsh reminder of his previously uttered words, “If so much as think of taking your off your ravishing breasts, I will stop touching you.”

        And despite you being of little sound mind much less functioning, aside from pleasure, your hands quickly flew back to your breasts. Now alternating between squeezing your breasts, and allowing the tip of your finger to circle your nipples, and in doing so only pushing you further towards your release. 

        “Lo,” you said barely able to utter it without a whine, and yet with another swipe of his tongue. Something else came roaring out. “Loki, I can—not,” you uttered, almost screaming his name, even more so when you locked eyes with his. As even your heart seemed to be working against you, beating so fast within you, that you felt that it would burst out of your chest any moment. 

        And still, to this, Loki continued not to say anything, as his gaze remained pinned to you so intensely, that it seemed as if he never broke eye contact, much less blinked. And with his gaze so fiercely pinned on you, you felt yet another feeling stir within you, the want or precisely the need to cream his face. 

        Yet as Loki’s gaze seemed to remain pinned on you, your senses became more in focus, as you could faintly hear the sound of faraway voices counting down, in what sounded like descending order. For despite Loki’s lack of tongue instead of you still felt a stir within you, so much so, that the counting only seemed to make you think of a countdown to your climax, despite knowing it was merely the countdown for the beginning of the new year.

        Seven, you were barely able to hear, as you felt a tremble within yourself once more, as slowly Loki’s nose pressed against your clit, almost as if it was a sign to let go. 

        Five, you heard despite the tingling sensation that seemed to make itself known throughout your body, from your clitoris to your toes, and even your finger toes, as it was finally then the knot that had been building in your stomach snapped. 

        Three, they softly chanted, despite your tightly squeezing against Loki’s head, with your back almost arched against the wall in a violent manner. Your lips already parted in yet another silent scream, the moment when you made a mess on his tongue and face. Only upon doing so did your sex clench and spasm onto his tongue, in a last attempt to hold the sensation inside, for as long as it could be you came. Yet upon doing so, a jolt coursed throughout your body, all accompanied by a series of endless raspy whines escaping your lips when Loki continued to lap at you with intense eagerness like a starved beast.

     At two, your brain seemed to momentarily blank almost as if you stopped functioning for a moment you came.

      And at, one, your sight seemed to return itself, as your gaze was pulled to a display of intense colors lighting up the night sky with a mixture of shimmers, dazzling, and whirling spirals. Yet somehow all seemed to shatter into thousands of sparkling stars upon impact, causing you to wonder, Did Loki just make me see stars or were these real lights?

        “Happy New Year my love,” was the first thing you heard in the new year uttered by the very god in front of you causing a smile to etch itself on your face, and the last thing you heard before you were dragged down, all until you became face-level with Loki once more. With another swift motion, his cock thrusting into you so hard, you felt as if the air was knocked out of your chest, as you knew, 

It was undoubtedly going to be a very exciting New Year.

     

     

🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

Tag-list: @liightt @herdetectivetheorist @eleniblue @lokischambermaid @wheredafandomat @holdmytesseract @anukulee @crimson25 @lokisgoodgirl @superficialdomina @five-miles-over @mochie85 @immyowndefender @smolvenger @godofstoriessuggestion @clandestineloki @lokilaufeylicious @lokidarlingdumbass

[ohboyanotherlokiblog]

That’s the only way to start the new year 😳🤤

[aesonmae]

@ohboyanotherlokiblog I know, isn’t it right? Glad we are on the same page 🫠🥴❤️

[aesonmae]

- Happy New Year

Story written by @aesonmae, and @anukulee .

Summary: no plot just smut (here’s your warning)

Loki X Reader

W.C: 1165

A/N: Happy new year sweet lovies! Here’s certainly a smutty one to start the year with.

Master-list

            Receiving a head in a dark alley, where you were almost naked, was one of the last things you had expected, at the start of the year, much less the eve before the new year. As of all the millions of thoughts that often clouded your mind, that very notion much less, hadn’t been one of them. Yet here you were, as while at one time you had been dressed up, to your waist, now you were far from dressed up. 

        As at the moment your head was pinned against the cold wall behind you, your hands clinging to your breasts almost for dear life. Your dear breasts and hands seemed to be the only thing you could command at the moment, as you could already feel a tremble within your legs. All because of the head that was currently responsible for the mouth assault on your sex. As your thighs had become mere tools to be thrown over the man’s shoulder, as he continued to eat you out senselessly, almost as if it was his job. 

        As with each passing moment the risk of getting caught, seemed to increase not that you cared at the moment, how could you when you had him? With all of your thoughts focusing on him, his tongue, and the fact that it was his tongue that currently fucking you in this dark alleyway. 

        And with each swipe and thrust of his tongue inside you, your moans and whimpers seemed to grow louder in volume. Leaving you to wonder one simple thing in the rare free seconds you had about yourself before you were left moaning and whimpering once more. How could a tongue be capable of such things, and how had I not experienced this before?

        A thought that shouldn’t have crossed your mind, given the very man, no god in front of you was capable of anything, especially things you could never dream of. Almost as if he thrived off the possibility of ruining you for everyone else, not that he hadn’t already. As you were reminded once more with another thrust of his tongue instead of it, leaving you once more in such a cusp of pleasure, that any coherent thought disappeared with another swipe of his tongue. As soon yet another string of pleasure washed over you, bringing another string of moaning and whimper begging him for mercy.

        This very moans of pleasure seemed to encourage him further as he continued to divulge deeper and deeper into your sex. Only to let out a lowly husky growl, when in a rare moment, you allowed your hands to fall off your breasts to grab his hair. Already on the cusp of yet another wave of pleasure, this one so much so, that you needed something, anything to keep you present for fear that you would die out of pleasure at any moment. 

        Alas, he thought differently as his growl was a harsh reminder of his previously uttered words, “If so much as think of taking your off your ravishing breasts, I will stop touching you.”

        And despite you being of little sound mind much less functioning, aside from pleasure, your hands quickly flew back to your breasts. Now alternating between squeezing your breasts, and allowing the tip of your finger to circle your nipples, and in doing so only pushing you further towards your release. 

        “Lo,” you said barely able to utter it without a whine, and yet with another swipe of his tongue. Something else came roaring out. “Loki, I can—not,” you uttered, almost screaming his name, even more so when you locked eyes with his. As even your heart seemed to be working against you, beating so fast within you, that you felt that it would burst out of your chest any moment. 

        And still, to this, Loki continued not to say anything, as his gaze remained pinned to you so intensely, that it seemed as if he never broke eye contact, much less blinked. And with his gaze so fiercely pinned on you, you felt yet another feeling stir within you, the want or precisely the need to cream his face. 

        Yet as Loki’s gaze seemed to remain pinned on you, your senses became more in focus, as you could faintly hear the sound of faraway voices counting down, in what sounded like descending order. For despite Loki’s lack of tongue instead of you still felt a stir within you, so much so, that the counting only seemed to make you think of a countdown to your climax, despite knowing it was merely the countdown for the beginning of the new year.

        Seven, you were barely able to hear, as you felt a tremble within yourself once more, as slowly Loki’s nose pressed against your clit, almost as if it was a sign to let go. 

        Five, you heard despite the tingling sensation that seemed to make itself known throughout your body, from your clitoris to your toes, and even your finger toes, as it was finally then the knot that had been building in your stomach snapped. 

        Three, they softly chanted, despite your tightly squeezing against Loki’s head, with your back almost arched against the wall in a violent manner. Your lips already parted in yet another silent scream, the moment when you made a mess on his tongue and face. Only upon doing so did your sex clench and spasm onto his tongue, in a last attempt to hold the sensation inside, for as long as it could be you came. Yet upon doing so, a jolt coursed throughout your body, all accompanied by a series of endless raspy whines escaping your lips when Loki continued to lap at you with intense eagerness like a starved beast.

     At two, your brain seemed to momentarily blank almost as if you stopped functioning for a moment you came.

      And at, one, your sight seemed to return itself, as your gaze was pulled to a display of intense colors lighting up the night sky with a mixture of shimmers, dazzling, and whirling spirals. Yet somehow all seemed to shatter into thousands of sparkling stars upon impact, causing you to wonder, Did Loki just make me see stars or were these real lights?

        “Happy New Year my love,” was the first thing you heard in the new year uttered by the very god in front of you causing a smile to etch itself on your face, and the last thing you heard before you were dragged down, all until you became face-level with Loki once more. With another swift motion, his cock thrusting into you so hard, you felt as if the air was knocked out of your chest, as you knew, 

It was undoubtedly going to be a very exciting New Year.

     

     

🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

Tag-list: @liightt @herdetectivetheorist @eleniblue @lokischambermaid @wheredafandomat @holdmytesseract @anukulee @crimson25 @lokisgoodgirl @superficialdomina @five-miles-over @mochie85 @immyowndefender @smolvenger @godofstoriessuggestion @clandestineloki @lokilaufeylicious @lokidarlingdumbass

[anukulee-deactivated20250603]

@holdmytesseract @five-miles-over @smolvenger @mochie85 @michelleleewise @chantsdemarins @asgards-princess-of-mischief @peacefulpianist @kneeling-before-loki @lokischambermaid @lady-rose-moon @lokisbirdofhermes @lokisbirdofhermes @acidcasualties @gigglingtiggerv2 @liminalpebble @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @eleniblue @xorpsbane @joyful-enchantress @the-swift-escape @the--sad--hatter @lokislover @lokislover2 @feralgodess @kateslife15 @ashereads @november-rayne @lokis-dark-queen @jennyggggrrr @villainousshakespeare

[acidcasualties]

Don't know about everyone else, but that is the best countdown I've witnessed. Impossibly sexy, succulent - pacing is excellent, the idea is hot and refreshing. Short and yummy and just delicious! @anukulee @aesonmae well done! 🤟

[km-ffluv]

Absolutely delicious! 🥰🥰🥰

[aesonmae]

@km-ffluv thank you dear! 🥰🥰🥰

[aesonmae]

- Happy New Year

Story written by @aesonmae, and @anukulee .

Summary: no plot just smut (here’s your warning)

Loki X Reader

W.C: 1165

A/N: Happy new year sweet lovies! Here’s certainly a smutty one to start the year with.

Master-list

            Receiving a head in a dark alley, where you were almost naked, was one of the last things you had expected, at the start of the year, much less the eve before the new year. As of all the millions of thoughts that often clouded your mind, that very notion much less, hadn’t been one of them. Yet here you were, as while at one time you had been dressed up, to your waist, now you were far from dressed up. 

        As at the moment your head was pinned against the cold wall behind you, your hands clinging to your breasts almost for dear life. Your dear breasts and hands seemed to be the only thing you could command at the moment, as you could already feel a tremble within your legs. All because of the head that was currently responsible for the mouth assault on your sex. As your thighs had become mere tools to be thrown over the man’s shoulder, as he continued to eat you out senselessly, almost as if it was his job. 

        As with each passing moment the risk of getting caught, seemed to increase not that you cared at the moment, how could you when you had him? With all of your thoughts focusing on him, his tongue, and the fact that it was his tongue that currently fucking you in this dark alleyway. 

        And with each swipe and thrust of his tongue inside you, your moans and whimpers seemed to grow louder in volume. Leaving you to wonder one simple thing in the rare free seconds you had about yourself before you were left moaning and whimpering once more. How could a tongue be capable of such things, and how had I not experienced this before?

        A thought that shouldn’t have crossed your mind, given the very man, no god in front of you was capable of anything, especially things you could never dream of. Almost as if he thrived off the possibility of ruining you for everyone else, not that he hadn’t already. As you were reminded once more with another thrust of his tongue instead of it, leaving you once more in such a cusp of pleasure, that any coherent thought disappeared with another swipe of his tongue. As soon yet another string of pleasure washed over you, bringing another string of moaning and whimper begging him for mercy.

        This very moans of pleasure seemed to encourage him further as he continued to divulge deeper and deeper into your sex. Only to let out a lowly husky growl, when in a rare moment, you allowed your hands to fall off your breasts to grab his hair. Already on the cusp of yet another wave of pleasure, this one so much so, that you needed something, anything to keep you present for fear that you would die out of pleasure at any moment. 

        Alas, he thought differently as his growl was a harsh reminder of his previously uttered words, “If so much as think of taking your off your ravishing breasts, I will stop touching you.”

        And despite you being of little sound mind much less functioning, aside from pleasure, your hands quickly flew back to your breasts. Now alternating between squeezing your breasts, and allowing the tip of your finger to circle your nipples, and in doing so only pushing you further towards your release. 

        “Lo,” you said barely able to utter it without a whine, and yet with another swipe of his tongue. Something else came roaring out. “Loki, I can—not,” you uttered, almost screaming his name, even more so when you locked eyes with his. As even your heart seemed to be working against you, beating so fast within you, that you felt that it would burst out of your chest any moment. 

        And still, to this, Loki continued not to say anything, as his gaze remained pinned to you so intensely, that it seemed as if he never broke eye contact, much less blinked. And with his gaze so fiercely pinned on you, you felt yet another feeling stir within you, the want or precisely the need to cream his face. 

        Yet as Loki’s gaze seemed to remain pinned on you, your senses became more in focus, as you could faintly hear the sound of faraway voices counting down, in what sounded like descending order. For despite Loki’s lack of tongue instead of you still felt a stir within you, so much so, that the counting only seemed to make you think of a countdown to your climax, despite knowing it was merely the countdown for the beginning of the new year.

        Seven, you were barely able to hear, as you felt a tremble within yourself once more, as slowly Loki’s nose pressed against your clit, almost as if it was a sign to let go. 

        Five, you heard despite the tingling sensation that seemed to make itself known throughout your body, from your clitoris to your toes, and even your finger toes, as it was finally then the knot that had been building in your stomach snapped. 

        Three, they softly chanted, despite your tightly squeezing against Loki’s head, with your back almost arched against the wall in a violent manner. Your lips already parted in yet another silent scream, the moment when you made a mess on his tongue and face. Only upon doing so did your sex clench and spasm onto his tongue, in a last attempt to hold the sensation inside, for as long as it could be you came. Yet upon doing so, a jolt coursed throughout your body, all accompanied by a series of endless raspy whines escaping your lips when Loki continued to lap at you with intense eagerness like a starved beast.

     At two, your brain seemed to momentarily blank almost as if you stopped functioning for a moment you came.

      And at, one, your sight seemed to return itself, as your gaze was pulled to a display of intense colors lighting up the night sky with a mixture of shimmers, dazzling, and whirling spirals. Yet somehow all seemed to shatter into thousands of sparkling stars upon impact, causing you to wonder, Did Loki just make me see stars or were these real lights?

        “Happy New Year my love,” was the first thing you heard in the new year uttered by the very god in front of you causing a smile to etch itself on your face, and the last thing you heard before you were dragged down, all until you became face-level with Loki once more. With another swift motion, his cock thrusting into you so hard, you felt as if the air was knocked out of your chest, as you knew, 

It was undoubtedly going to be a very exciting New Year.

     

     

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;she always keeps me going for real;

I have a New year’s fic (which @liightt message was a reaction for) which is going to be all smutty, one way to start the year of course 😋 but I am not sure, should I post it tonight or tomorrow’s night?

Any other suggestions?

Tonight ( 30 of December)

Tomorrow’s night ( 31 of December)

Voting ended onJan 6, 2024

( 31 of Dec is winning so for :))

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- Sweethearts

Summary: what happens when you meet your high school sweetheart for the first time after eleven years?

Loki x Reader

Warnings: smut( light), angst, sad love, friends with benefits, Loki being so hot yet dark.

A/N: Inspired by Without You by Lana Del Rey. Absolutely my favourite written fic.

Master list

High school is where the both of you met. He was two years older than you, but that didn’t stop you from forming the strongest friendship in your existence, even though for you sometimes it felt like more than a friendship, but you didn’t stop yourself there, perhaps it was the same for him, you always thought that, and it wasn’t out of delusions, it was real, at least for you.

After high school ended, you had to leave your town for university, and that was heartbreaking enough because it meant you wouldn’t be able to see him again, at least until you visited your parents during breaks. That was the plan, but apparently he had another one. After your first year at university, he moved from town as well, permanently. He left nothing, no notes, changed his phone number, and you couldn’t find him again.

That devastated you; you missed him, he was your dearest friend, devoted companion, and most beloved soul. His sudden disappearance ruined you, for him you didn’t even deserve a goodbye. Time passed, nothing changed except for that you got used to the constant depressed feeling until it became your life, and you kept going with it.

Today, it’s been eleven years since the last day you met your sweetheart Loki in high school, and forty eight hours since you met the dark, fat cat, scary Loki. He looked like your Loki, just from the outside. 

Your Loki was so sweet, always laughing and always looking at you with loving eyes. Which in the past made you think that he was feeling the same for you. You loved him, and you didn’t know that you did until he left you. And most certainly, he didn’t know that you did or that you would let him know; how would he even know? You thought you were partners in life but he had another thought. You were broken, utterly shattered and that’s why, when you saw him after all of these years, you couldn’t let go.

You were shocked by yourself after meeting him that you still had all of those feelings in you; he ruined you, you thought you forgot about him, moved on, and engrossed yourself in your busy work life but then there you were, your world turned upside down after pumping into him one time in a local pub.

His sudden appearance caused sleepless nights, full of tears, hope, and despair. You wanted anything from him. And you were willing to do anything for him just to keep him by your side.

And that was what you did.

Accepting a sexual relationship was the last thing you could ever imagine in your life; your high school self would be horrified, and you wondered if Loki’s high school would feel the same. It was actually shocking when he offered you that. After meeting him again as adults in the capital,

In two months, he made the offer, which wasn’t entirely so fast or expected. At first, it stung because you never thought he would ask you such a thing; you were afraid he was seeing you as a whore. But as you looked at his life, there was no woman, no love interest, nothing but business. Perhaps he didn’t want love; he only wanted pleasure. And if that meant that he was desiring you, even in that way only, if anything, it made you feel better. 

But you wondered, had he done this before?

You couldn’t let yourself go with it until you knew the answer. You didn’t want to be another woman in the line disposed once used. Upon discussing the matter, at first he gave you a cold reaction, which you calmly bore until he gave you the answer you were desperate for listening, you were his first and only lustful relationship, he never asked a woman such a thing, that was enough for you. 

You both were getting closer as time passed, but it wasn’t like the old days—never. He grew up cold; sometimes it felt like he wasn’t even there, mostly staring at the void and puffing out his cigarette. But when he fucked you, he was there—focused, earnest, determined, eyes full of life—and it fascinated you. You understood that life changed him as it did to you too. It’s not like you were the same. In the past, you were cheerful and always bright. Now you were just a lonely woman in her early thirties because you stayed loyal, against your will, to the man who left you behind. nothing to stay cheerful for, wasn’t it?

You just wished he would open up to you more; he was doing his best, that’s what he would always say. He was doing it bit by bit, you didn’t mind, at least you got to know about his days, every single day. 

If he didn’t visit, he would call. He would always start by asking about you; you were first and before everything. It always made your heart swell, perhaps he still carried a little bit of your sweet Loki inside him.

And when he visited, he would talk with you until you both fell asleep in the arms of another after having the most mind-blowing, toe-curling, body-shattering sex. But what lingered always in your mind were your wondering and thoughts, you just wanted to know what happened to him. You wanted to know why he left you……

Standing in your apartment that he gave to you on your last birthday. You protested but he insisted on giving it to you, it was lavish. It wasn’t like you didn’t have the money. Friends gave each other apartments as a gift, sure, right? You didn’t want to think much of it as you didn’t want your hopes to get high after all. No strings attached; that was the rule. 

You checked your phone for any messages from him but found nothing. After a minute of thinking you decided to text him before heading to your bed.

‘Are you coming tonight?'. Delivered

He was supposed to be here today; he was supposed to text at least by that time. You were exhausted; it had been a long day at work, you just needed to rest. Taking your phone to bed with you, not before changing your clothes, you waited for him to answer.

Sleep started to take over you, and as you were drifting off, the sound of your phone notification could be heard throughout the room indicating you had received a message.

‘I will be there by seven’ Loki.

It was still six o'clock; you still had some time to rest, or that was what you thought. With that, you closed your eyes to sleep off your drained mind. 

The next time you opened your eyes, you checked your phone, it was seven and a half. He was supposed to be here, you thought. Uncovering yourself and leaving the warmth of your bed reluctantly, you wandered through your apartment in one of his shirts, in search for him. You headed first to the kitchen for water, on your way out you noticed his dark-haired head resting on the back of the sofa. You sighed before you made your way towards him.

There he was, absentmindedly puffing his cigarette, staring at the void outside the window, in his white shirt and simple black suit pants, the color matched his hair. At moments like these, you just wished you could rip his skull open and see what was consuming his thoughts. 

Instead of ripping his skull open, instead of sitting beside him as you would always do, you decided to sit on him.

Straddling his lap, you sat yourself carefully on his hips. That seemed to pull him out of his thoughts as he moved his gaze towards you. He said nothing, just stared you down with his intense gaze. 

“You are late,” you said in a lowered tone, 

Not trying to ruin the calmness of your place, specifically with one of your favourite songs playing faintly in the background. You didn’t remember playing the music; perhaps he did. It was interesting that you both had the same music taste.

Slowly, he started rubbing your left thigh with his hand that wasn’t holding the cigarette, making agonisingly slow up and down deliberate strokes. It drove you mad whenever he did that, yet you remained calm, it was hard.

He hummed and after a minute or two of silence he finally replied, "I was thinking” in a low tone, drifting his gaze towards the window again.

“About what?” You asked, your gaze never leaving his face before lowering it down towards his neck, you wanted to bite him there.

Few moments passed before he spoke “How was your day?” changing the subject clearly, which made you feel disappointed, but alas, you were used to that, and you knew better than to argue or repeat your question, so you just told him about your day.

As you told him about the boring traffic that he seemed to never get tired of listening about, he lightened a new cigarette. As he was taking a puff you leaned closer and before he could get the smoke out of his mouth you kissed him, sucking all of it into your mouth, breaking the kiss with a little lick to his lower lip. 

“I hope you don’t mind sharing your cigarette,” you whispered upon breaking the kiss. You could see his eyes coming back to life as it focused on you.

“Fuck,” he breathed. His hand that was stroking your thigh a minute ago stopped to squeeze there firmly. Staring at you he asked, no commanded you to do that again, and you did.

Three cigarettes were down, and it seemed that he wasn’t getting enough, nor were you. Your chest was burning but you didn’t care; you wanted more of him—his lips kissing yours, his tongue dancing with yours—and the way he kept stroking your thigh and the next minute would be cupping your arse was fueling you more and more. You didn’t want his touches to end, as you always did whenever it started. As you were kissing him, you could feel him growing harder underneath you with each passing moment. 

He took a hold of your hair and pulled your head back firmly yet softly. He never hurt you, not in that way. You knew what was to come, but it didn’t stop you from moaning softly as he flattened his tongue on your neck and slowly licked up to your jaw. "Luscious,” he whispered against your skin.

Trailing a path of open-mouthed sensual kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone while still firmly holding your head in place. Your breath was quickening, but it didn’t stop you from asking him again “Would you tell me what were you thinking of?”.

"You," he muttered after what felt like hours but it was merely minutes as he proceeded to relax his hold on your hair as his dexterous fingers slowly and delicately unbuttoned your shirt or his shirt that you were wearing, one button by one.

That made your breath hitch, he was thinking of you? Did he finally get enough of you? you thought but the vivid look in his eyes made the thought fade straight away. 

Softly, you whispered, “Me?” barely audible.

  Delicately, one finger trailed from under your left breast to your back, creating goosebumps all over your body. He reached back unclasping your bra with his skilled fingers with one hand. With his cigarette in his mouth, leisurely he moved the straps of your bra off your shoulders, humming to your question.

Once your breasts were exposed to the air, your nipples got erected as the cold weather hit you, making goosebumps a-raise more on your skin. 

You were in your knickers, with him fully clothed and it made you feel small, and with the words he was saying to you, it made you feel a chill, making you shiver a little.

“What of me Loki?” you asked as he started to stroke your sides, he loved touching your skin, he would do that for hours and it always drove you mad.

Letting his cigarette on the ashtray he replied his voice ever calm and husky “you terrify me”. You were dumbfounded as you looked at him bewildered with a slight frown on your face, yet you waited for him to continue.

He hesitated at first as he opened his mouth to speak but closed it again. Brushing your thumb over his lower lip, you looked at him, encouraging him with your eyes to speak, and that seemed to work. After few moments he opened his mouth again, but this time he uttered the words that you never thought you would ever hear from a man, much less him. 

“I don’t want my contentment to depend on someone” he replied as he lowered his head and bit on your nipples playfully making you yelp, yet in pleasure.

Grabbing your chin as he raised his head, staring you down intensely he said before pressing his lips vigorously on yours “but I can’t control that“.

He took a hold of your hips bringing you closer to his, you were met with intensity of his hard wood, making you both moan. “that is why I left before” he continued “you make me lose control”.

Your lips couldn’t form a coherent sentence, you could feel your mind barely functioning, were you dreaming? You just looked at him dumbfounded.

“And it’s so hard to do that again, I can’t do that now isn’t it? specially not now, not after this” his gaze was holding you down making you get lost in him. All you could think of, was him.

  “How can I possibly summon the strength to resist the pull of your enchantment when it has seeped into my own soul?” he finally said, and you couldn’t breathe for a second.

You could feel a single tear rolling down your cheek, before you could do anything about it, you felt his thumb wiping it. Maybe you were dreaming, that was too good to be true, you thought.

He looked at you with slight anger laced with anguish in his eyes, but you were just glad that those icy eyes were giving emotions.

“I am sorry” he muttered stroking your cheek with his thumb.

You closed your eyes and let yourself get comfort from his touch. He was sorry because he wasn’t going to do anything about it, and perhaps he was sorry because he knew that you felt the same about him. But at least he wasn’t going to leave you again, wouldn’t he?

Drawing you into an intimate embrace, he pressed his head against your chest, seeking solace and warmth. His arms encircled your waist with an unwavering grip, pulling you closer, as if afraid to let go.

“I love you but I am lost” he whispered his words as he was caressing your skin.

A tender smile graced your lips in response, a bittersweet blend of love and sorrow in your eyes. Deep within you a storm raged itself, leaving you feeling desolate, and miserable. Why, you wondered, life was treating you with such a cruelty. Your heart, already broken from the past, broke into more tiny pieces, and the pieces shattered into fragments, each fragments piercing your wounded soul more deeply than the other. 

A tender kiss placed itself on the crown of his head and you held him closer to you, and you could feel peace washing over him, as if your very essence had the power to calm the storms that raged within his mind.

He rarely showed vulnerability but you found solace in the fact that you could be his refuge. You were glad to be there to protect him in the shelter of your embrace.

After a while of you listening to his steady breathing, you continued to stroke his back moving to his head every now and then.

With an aching heart you wanted to tell him ‘I love you too Loki, but I am not lost. The love i have for you is what anchors me. I have loved you forever, since the day I met you, specially the first time you braided my hair, I knew my heart belonged to you. I have loved you through every day afterwards, and i still love you to this very moment. Let us hold into one another while we walk through each and every fear you have until eventually i get to have you as mine and you get to have me as yours’.

But instead of saying these choking words, eyes brimming with unshed tears you opened your mouth and spoke for real this time. “Would you make love to me?”.

That seemed enough for him to move as he raised his head slowly off your chest, with his hands firmly still caging your body, he started to lay you down on your back on the sofa, and gently he kissed you.

Moving from your lips to your jaw, to your neck, and he kept on placing tender kisses on his way down to your ankle. Your body was flushed, covered in kisses full of love. You could feel your tears falling down from the corner of your eyes, you didn’t even try to stop it. You knew if you told him what you desperately wanted him to hear, it wouldn’t change anything. So, you just shut your mind down and let yourself enjoy the love and pleasure he was giving you.

He was gentle, sweet, and loving, going as far as to whisper sweet nothings between prolonged thrusts. You were so lost, overwhelmed with so many emotions.

Hearing him plead pulled you back into focus. Blinking twice, you found his eyes piercing yours. “Please say it” he rasped, breathing heavily.  “I know you do” he continued.

With tears blurring your vision again, you cupped his face, thumbs caressing his cheekbone “I love you too, Loki” you whispered, barely audible, as if afraid your confession would drive him away even though he is the one who asked for it. 

He kissed you again, this time with more passion. He pleaded in whispers between kisses “say it again”. He kept pleading for you to confess your love again, and again, and each time you obliged. You got lost in him again as he didn’t stop kissing you, while thrusting so slow inside you, he never broke the kiss. Perhaps he was trying to make the kiss reach your heart to mend its broken pieces. You never wanted it to end.

Your bodies, bare, entwined as one, with love spilling from both your lips, ecstasy consumed you both. It was too much, you both came together moaning into each other’s mouths. You didn’t miss his whispered ‘I love you’ as he got consumed by his release, he enchanted it like a prayer.

Resting his forehead on yours, he seemed that he didn’t want to let go. He placed his head in the crock of your neck, crushing your body with his, snuggling to you, while still remained buried deep inside of you. It was perfect, you wanted time to stand still.

Resting your head on his, you closed your eyes, pushing every thought in your mind for later, you wanted to enjoy that moment, then you would have your whole life to mourn.

You started to drift off, you were so tired already, it had been an overwhelming day. You started to worry about tomorrow. The Loki in your arms would disappear, perhaps forever, and the cold emotionless Loki would be back. 

And most certainly you knew both of you would and had to forget about that night the next morning, but it didn’t mean that it wouldn’t leave you in misery, certainly worse than before. The rule was the rule; no strings attached.

A/N: notes, hearts, reblogs are genuinely appreciated feel free to leave me a comment and let me know if you find this good or not, thank you so much for reaching this point. 🤍🤍🤍

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[holdmytesseract]

Wow... Just WOW... Mae that... That is art. That story is AMAZING! 😱 I'd say one of the best stories I ever read! It's so bitter sweet. So emotional. Lovely, angsty, sweet, desperate, passionate, tragic. I LOVE IT! 😍 I would've liked to comment more, but I'm way too stunned. You had me hooked the moment I read the first sentence.

Hands down, this is my favourite story of yours. 🧡

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WOW I am genuinely happy I can not describe how your comment made me feel so proud of my work 🥺🥺🥺 thank you so so much, it’s my favourite story of mine and I am so glad it’s yours as well! *sending you lots of hugs and tons of kisses*

Please accept those flowers, @holdmytesseract you made me so happy <3 thank you sweetheart *literally squealing* 🤍🤍

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Happy 1058th birthday Loki 🥳🥂❤️

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- Sweethearts

Summary: what happens when you meet your high school sweetheart for the first time after eleven years?

Loki x Reader

Warnings: smut( light), angst, sad love, friends with benefits, Loki being so hot yet dark.

A/N: Inspired by Without You by Lana Del Rey. Absolutely my favourite written fic.

Master list

High school is where the both of you met. He was two years older than you, but that didn’t stop you from forming the strongest friendship in your existence, even though for you sometimes it felt like more than a friendship, but you didn’t stop yourself there, perhaps it was the same for him, you always thought that, and it wasn’t out of delusions, it was real, at least for you.

After high school ended, you had to leave your town for university, and that was heartbreaking enough because it meant you wouldn’t be able to see him again, at least until you visited your parents during breaks. That was the plan, but apparently he had another one. After your first year at university, he moved from town as well, permanently. He left nothing, no notes, changed his phone number, and you couldn’t find him again.

That devastated you; you missed him, he was your dearest friend, devoted companion, and most beloved soul. His sudden disappearance ruined you, for him you didn’t even deserve a goodbye. Time passed, nothing changed except for that you got used to the constant depressed feeling until it became your life, and you kept going with it.

Today, it’s been eleven years since the last day you met your sweetheart Loki in high school, and forty eight hours since you met the dark, fat cat, scary Loki. He looked like your Loki, just from the outside. 

Your Loki was so sweet, always laughing and always looking at you with loving eyes. Which in the past made you think that he was feeling the same for you. You loved him, and you didn’t know that you did until he left you. And most certainly, he didn’t know that you did or that you would let him know; how would he even know? You thought you were partners in life but he had another thought. You were broken, utterly shattered and that’s why, when you saw him after all of these years, you couldn’t let go.

You were shocked by yourself after meeting him that you still had all of those feelings in you; he ruined you, you thought you forgot about him, moved on, and engrossed yourself in your busy work life but then there you were, your world turned upside down after pumping into him one time in a local pub.

His sudden appearance caused sleepless nights, full of tears, hope, and despair. You wanted anything from him. And you were willing to do anything for him just to keep him by your side.

And that was what you did.

Accepting a sexual relationship was the last thing you could ever imagine in your life; your high school self would be horrified, and you wondered if Loki’s high school would feel the same. It was actually shocking when he offered you that. After meeting him again as adults in the capital,

In two months, he made the offer, which wasn’t entirely so fast or expected. At first, it stung because you never thought he would ask you such a thing; you were afraid he was seeing you as a whore. But as you looked at his life, there was no woman, no love interest, nothing but business. Perhaps he didn’t want love; he only wanted pleasure. And if that meant that he was desiring you, even in that way only, if anything, it made you feel better. 

But you wondered, had he done this before?

You couldn’t let yourself go with it until you knew the answer. You didn’t want to be another woman in the line disposed once used. Upon discussing the matter, at first he gave you a cold reaction, which you calmly bore until he gave you the answer you were desperate for listening, you were his first and only lustful relationship, he never asked a woman such a thing, that was enough for you. 

You both were getting closer as time passed, but it wasn’t like the old days—never. He grew up cold; sometimes it felt like he wasn’t even there, mostly staring at the void and puffing out his cigarette. But when he fucked you, he was there—focused, earnest, determined, eyes full of life—and it fascinated you. You understood that life changed him as it did to you too. It’s not like you were the same. In the past, you were cheerful and always bright. Now you were just a lonely woman in her early thirties because you stayed loyal, against your will, to the man who left you behind. nothing to stay cheerful for, wasn’t it?

You just wished he would open up to you more; he was doing his best, that’s what he would always say. He was doing it bit by bit, you didn’t mind, at least you got to know about his days, every single day. 

If he didn’t visit, he would call. He would always start by asking about you; you were first and before everything. It always made your heart swell, perhaps he still carried a little bit of your sweet Loki inside him.

And when he visited, he would talk with you until you both fell asleep in the arms of another after having the most mind-blowing, toe-curling, body-shattering sex. But what lingered always in your mind were your wondering and thoughts, you just wanted to know what happened to him. You wanted to know why he left you……

Standing in your apartment that he gave to you on your last birthday. You protested but he insisted on giving it to you, it was lavish. It wasn’t like you didn’t have the money. Friends gave each other apartments as a gift, sure, right? You didn’t want to think much of it as you didn’t want your hopes to get high after all. No strings attached; that was the rule. 

You checked your phone for any messages from him but found nothing. After a minute of thinking you decided to text him before heading to your bed.

‘Are you coming tonight?'. Delivered

He was supposed to be here today; he was supposed to text at least by that time. You were exhausted; it had been a long day at work, you just needed to rest. Taking your phone to bed with you, not before changing your clothes, you waited for him to answer.

Sleep started to take over you, and as you were drifting off, the sound of your phone notification could be heard throughout the room indicating you had received a message.

‘I will be there by seven’ Loki.

It was still six o'clock; you still had some time to rest, or that was what you thought. With that, you closed your eyes to sleep off your drained mind. 

The next time you opened your eyes, you checked your phone, it was seven and a half. He was supposed to be here, you thought. Uncovering yourself and leaving the warmth of your bed reluctantly, you wandered through your apartment in one of his shirts, in search for him. You headed first to the kitchen for water, on your way out you noticed his dark-haired head resting on the back of the sofa. You sighed before you made your way towards him.

There he was, absentmindedly puffing his cigarette, staring at the void outside the window, in his white shirt and simple black suit pants, the color matched his hair. At moments like these, you just wished you could rip his skull open and see what was consuming his thoughts. 

Instead of ripping his skull open, instead of sitting beside him as you would always do, you decided to sit on him.

Straddling his lap, you sat yourself carefully on his hips. That seemed to pull him out of his thoughts as he moved his gaze towards you. He said nothing, just stared you down with his intense gaze. 

“You are late,” you said in a lowered tone, 

Not trying to ruin the calmness of your place, specifically with one of your favourite songs playing faintly in the background. You didn’t remember playing the music; perhaps he did. It was interesting that you both had the same music taste.

Slowly, he started rubbing your left thigh with his hand that wasn’t holding the cigarette, making agonisingly slow up and down deliberate strokes. It drove you mad whenever he did that, yet you remained calm, it was hard.

He hummed and after a minute or two of silence he finally replied, "I was thinking” in a low tone, drifting his gaze towards the window again.

“About what?” You asked, your gaze never leaving his face before lowering it down towards his neck, you wanted to bite him there.

Few moments passed before he spoke “How was your day?” changing the subject clearly, which made you feel disappointed, but alas, you were used to that, and you knew better than to argue or repeat your question, so you just told him about your day.

As you told him about the boring traffic that he seemed to never get tired of listening about, he lightened a new cigarette. As he was taking a puff you leaned closer and before he could get the smoke out of his mouth you kissed him, sucking all of it into your mouth, breaking the kiss with a little lick to his lower lip. 

“I hope you don’t mind sharing your cigarette,” you whispered upon breaking the kiss. You could see his eyes coming back to life as it focused on you.

“Fuck,” he breathed. His hand that was stroking your thigh a minute ago stopped to squeeze there firmly. Staring at you he asked, no commanded you to do that again, and you did.

Three cigarettes were down, and it seemed that he wasn’t getting enough, nor were you. Your chest was burning but you didn’t care; you wanted more of him—his lips kissing yours, his tongue dancing with yours—and the way he kept stroking your thigh and the next minute would be cupping your arse was fueling you more and more. You didn’t want his touches to end, as you always did whenever it started. As you were kissing him, you could feel him growing harder underneath you with each passing moment. 

He took a hold of your hair and pulled your head back firmly yet softly. He never hurt you, not in that way. You knew what was to come, but it didn’t stop you from moaning softly as he flattened his tongue on your neck and slowly licked up to your jaw. "Luscious,” he whispered against your skin.

Trailing a path of open-mouthed sensual kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone while still firmly holding your head in place. Your breath was quickening, but it didn’t stop you from asking him again “Would you tell me what were you thinking of?”.

"You," he muttered after what felt like hours but it was merely minutes as he proceeded to relax his hold on your hair as his dexterous fingers slowly and delicately unbuttoned your shirt or his shirt that you were wearing, one button by one.

That made your breath hitch, he was thinking of you? Did he finally get enough of you? you thought but the vivid look in his eyes made the thought fade straight away. 

Softly, you whispered, “Me?” barely audible.

  Delicately, one finger trailed from under your left breast to your back, creating goosebumps all over your body. He reached back unclasping your bra with his skilled fingers with one hand. With his cigarette in his mouth, leisurely he moved the straps of your bra off your shoulders, humming to your question.

Once your breasts were exposed to the air, your nipples got erected as the cold weather hit you, making goosebumps a-raise more on your skin. 

You were in your knickers, with him fully clothed and it made you feel small, and with the words he was saying to you, it made you feel a chill, making you shiver a little.

“What of me Loki?” you asked as he started to stroke your sides, he loved touching your skin, he would do that for hours and it always drove you mad.

Letting his cigarette on the ashtray he replied his voice ever calm and husky “you terrify me”. You were dumbfounded as you looked at him bewildered with a slight frown on your face, yet you waited for him to continue.

He hesitated at first as he opened his mouth to speak but closed it again. Brushing your thumb over his lower lip, you looked at him, encouraging him with your eyes to speak, and that seemed to work. After few moments he opened his mouth again, but this time he uttered the words that you never thought you would ever hear from a man, much less him. 

“I don’t want my contentment to depend on someone” he replied as he lowered his head and bit on your nipples playfully making you yelp, yet in pleasure.

Grabbing your chin as he raised his head, staring you down intensely he said before pressing his lips vigorously on yours “but I can’t control that“.

He took a hold of your hips bringing you closer to his, you were met with intensity of his hard wood, making you both moan. “that is why I left before” he continued “you make me lose control”.

Your lips couldn’t form a coherent sentence, you could feel your mind barely functioning, were you dreaming? You just looked at him dumbfounded.

“And it’s so hard to do that again, I can’t do that now isn’t it? specially not now, not after this” his gaze was holding you down making you get lost in him. All you could think of, was him.

  “How can I possibly summon the strength to resist the pull of your enchantment when it has seeped into my own soul?” he finally said, and you couldn’t breathe for a second.

You could feel a single tear rolling down your cheek, before you could do anything about it, you felt his thumb wiping it. Maybe you were dreaming, that was too good to be true, you thought.

He looked at you with slight anger laced with anguish in his eyes, but you were just glad that those icy eyes were giving emotions.

“I am sorry” he muttered stroking your cheek with his thumb.

You closed your eyes and let yourself get comfort from his touch. He was sorry because he wasn’t going to do anything about it, and perhaps he was sorry because he knew that you felt the same about him. But at least he wasn’t going to leave you again, wouldn’t he?

Drawing you into an intimate embrace, he pressed his head against your chest, seeking solace and warmth. His arms encircled your waist with an unwavering grip, pulling you closer, as if afraid to let go.

“I love you but I am lost” he whispered his words as he was caressing your skin.

A tender smile graced your lips in response, a bittersweet blend of love and sorrow in your eyes. Deep within you a storm raged itself, leaving you feeling desolate, and miserable. Why, you wondered, life was treating you with such a cruelty. Your heart, already broken from the past, broke into more tiny pieces, and the pieces shattered into fragments, each fragments piercing your wounded soul more deeply than the other. 

A tender kiss placed itself on the crown of his head and you held him closer to you, and you could feel peace washing over him, as if your very essence had the power to calm the storms that raged within his mind.

He rarely showed vulnerability but you found solace in the fact that you could be his refuge. You were glad to be there to protect him in the shelter of your embrace.

After a while of you listening to his steady breathing, you continued to stroke his back moving to his head every now and then.

With an aching heart you wanted to tell him ‘I love you too Loki, but I am not lost. The love i have for you is what anchors me. I have loved you forever, since the day I met you, specially the first time you braided my hair, I knew my heart belonged to you. I have loved you through every day afterwards, and i still love you to this very moment. Let us hold into one another while we walk through each and every fear you have until eventually i get to have you as mine and you get to have me as yours’.

But instead of saying these choking words, eyes brimming with unshed tears you opened your mouth and spoke for real this time. “Would you make love to me?”.

That seemed enough for him to move as he raised his head slowly off your chest, with his hands firmly still caging your body, he started to lay you down on your back on the sofa, and gently he kissed you.

Moving from your lips to your jaw, to your neck, and he kept on placing tender kisses on his way down to your ankle. Your body was flushed, covered in kisses full of love. You could feel your tears falling down from the corner of your eyes, you didn’t even try to stop it. You knew if you told him what you desperately wanted him to hear, it wouldn’t change anything. So, you just shut your mind down and let yourself enjoy the love and pleasure he was giving you.

He was gentle, sweet, and loving, going as far as to whisper sweet nothings between prolonged thrusts. You were so lost, overwhelmed with so many emotions.

Hearing him plead pulled you back into focus. Blinking twice, you found his eyes piercing yours. “Please say it” he rasped, breathing heavily.  “I know you do” he continued.

With tears blurring your vision again, you cupped his face, thumbs caressing his cheekbone “I love you too, Loki” you whispered, barely audible, as if afraid your confession would drive him away even though he is the one who asked for it. 

He kissed you again, this time with more passion. He pleaded in whispers between kisses “say it again”. He kept pleading for you to confess your love again, and again, and each time you obliged. You got lost in him again as he didn’t stop kissing you, while thrusting so slow inside you, he never broke the kiss. Perhaps he was trying to make the kiss reach your heart to mend its broken pieces. You never wanted it to end.

Your bodies, bare, entwined as one, with love spilling from both your lips, ecstasy consumed you both. It was too much, you both came together moaning into each other’s mouths. You didn’t miss his whispered ‘I love you’ as he got consumed by his release, he enchanted it like a prayer.

Resting his forehead on yours, he seemed that he didn’t want to let go. He placed his head in the crock of your neck, crushing your body with his, snuggling to you, while still remained buried deep inside of you. It was perfect, you wanted time to stand still.

Resting your head on his, you closed your eyes, pushing every thought in your mind for later, you wanted to enjoy that moment, then you would have your whole life to mourn.

You started to drift off, you were so tired already, it had been an overwhelming day. You started to worry about tomorrow. The Loki in your arms would disappear, perhaps forever, and the cold emotionless Loki would be back. 

And most certainly you knew both of you would and had to forget about that night the next morning, but it didn’t mean that it wouldn’t leave you in misery, certainly worse than before. The rule was the rule; no strings attached.

A/N: notes, hearts, reblogs are genuinely appreciated feel free to leave me a comment and let me know if you find this good or not, thank you so much for reaching this point. 🤍🤍🤍

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[holdmytesseract]

Hi beautiful! I have a request!

Loki helping your through a high pain day! I have chronic pain and it would be great

Personal Painkiller

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: When you have a high pain day, Loki knows exactly how to comfort you.

Warnings: chronic pain, fluff, liiiittle bit of thirst

Word Count: 1,6k

a/n: My friend... Again, I'm so sorry you have to go through this pain. 🥺 I hope that I get this story right and especially that you like it. 💚

Also, have this quite sexy black suit Loki gif.

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Masterlist °☆• Loki Masterlist

You already felt it when your feet touched the carpeted floor of your bedroom... The dull ache in your left hip. Oh great, you thought. It's not enough that today is Monday and it's raining pitchforks outside, no... The osteoarthritis had to kick in, too.

You sighed and got up with a wince. After stretching your muscles a bit, you made your way to the bathroom - quietly, not to wake your boyfriend, who was sleeping peacefully on the left side of the bed; hands buried underneath his pillow and breath quiet and steady.

The way to the bathroom already turned out to be a challenge. You groaned softly as you sat down on the toilet; burying your face in your hands and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Today wasn't a good pain day.

It took you longer than usual to get dressed. Sure, it was a rainy Monday morning, six o'clock and you were without a doubt, tired - but the pain definitely didn't make it easier for you.

After getting through your morning routine, you had a few Lucky Charms for breakfast, packed in more pain killers in your bag than usual and then left the Avengers compound in order to get to work.

Working as a retail saleswoman was great, really. You loved your job. You loved the customer contact and everything else that came with it. Sure, it could get stressful from time to time, but you had a great boss and wonderful colleagues who made up for this.

You had early shift this week - meaning, a lot of groceries and other products the store was selling, which got through the arrival had to be checked and stowed away. That was, hands down, one of your favourite tasks - but not today. Today, it was rather torture. All the work your legs, back and hips had to do wasn't appreciated by your osteoarthritis. Normally, it wasn't a problem and you got along quite well, but when you had a high pain day it was awful - and this Monday was such a day...

So you went to ask one of your other colleagues - Benji, to switch. He understood, of course and was more than willing to let you cash, while he joined Alex. "Thanks, Ben." The blonde man smiled. "No probs. I hope you'll feel better, now that you can sit." "I hope so, too." "Fingers crossed!" Benji shouted while walking away.

"Hey, Y/N, you good?" Your shift buddy Alex asked, while ripping open another big package, which was filled to the brim with cheese. You shifted; trying to ease the pain by moving. "Not really..." Alex's brows furrowed, as she gave you a compassionate look. "High pain day?" "Yeps." You scrunched your nose as your hip told you that moving wasn't the solution either. "Like... Really high pain day. I feel like I can barely move." "Oh no... I'm sorry. Did you already take your pain meds?" You nodded. "Already took two..." "Oh fuck..."

You worked on for another ten minutes, but it just seems to get worse. Sure, the pain killers weren't probably kicking in yet, but nevertheless... It was not manageable. "Alex, do you mind if I try to switch with Benji? See if cashier likes my hip more?" Your buddy nodded. "Sure thing, Y/N/N. I hope it helps..." "Me too..."

Your colleagues good wishes unfortunately didn't work. The seating position was okay and welcomed for a little while; the pain ebbing away a bit, but after about and hour the dull ache came back full force.

So bad, that you weren't able to work any longer.

You smiled; trying to hide the pain. "Thanks."

Therefore, you spoke with your shift superintendent Diane and she sent you home. She knew of your illness and was very understanding and cooperative.

"Thanks, D. I promise I'm trying to go to work tomorrow. I know we have a lot of stuff to do and-" Your boss interrupted you immediately; lifting a hand. "Y/N... Please. You know I understand. Rest today, see if it is better again tomorrow and if yes, that's great and I'm happy to see you here - but if its not, don't worry. We'll make this a few days without you."

Diane smiled; gave you a nod and home you went.

The ride with the subway unfortunately made it worse. You had to stand, which stressed your legs and hips even more. It was honestly a blessing, when you saw the Avengers compound in distance. Almost there, almost there.

The moment the main door shut close behind you, you were utterly relieved. All you wanted to do, was curl up in bed now, with a nice cup of tea - and preferably sleep, so your brain didn't have to remember you every minute, that your hip was aching.

You slipped off your shoes and jacket, threw your keys on the little shelf beside the door and turned to walk the short hallway to the bathroom. But when you turned the corner, you collided with something firm, yet soft. You gasped - out of shock and pain.

"Darling?!" Two strong arms caught you from falling, so powerful was the impact. Loki. "Oh norns, apologies! Are you okay?" His concerned oceanic blue eyes wandered over your body; checking if the collision did any harm to you. But then his brows furrowed softly. "Why are you already back home?"

Only a few moments later, you felt the soft, comfy bedsheets of your bed underneath you. Loki gently let you down, before he worked on tucking you in. "B-But, sweetie, I-I'm still wearing my street wear." You mumbled in between sobs. The god just smiled at you lovingly, snapped his fingers and caused a green shimmer to run over your body; changing you into the most comfortable, fluffiest pyjamas you possessed.

At this question, you couldn't hold back your tears anymore. It was just a little bit too much. The pain, the frustration, that you had to quit work for today - everything.

"H-High pain day," was all you managed to say, before tears escaped the corners of your eyes. Loki reacted within seconds. He knew exactly what was going on and what he had to do. Without another word, he swept you gently off your feet and carried you bridal style towards your bedroom. That was at least what you anticipated, because your vision was blurry with tears. You clung to your boyfriend; wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your head against his black shirt covered chest.

Seconds later, you felt his soft lips press a lingering kiss against your forehead. "I'm so sorry your osteoarthritis is treating you bad again, my love. I'm going to take care of you." He whispered against your skin in a smooth, deep voice, which gave you the feeling of being utterly loved and protected.

"Tea, darling?" You nodded; trying to give him a smile. He knew exactly what you needed on such a day. "P-Please..." "Of course." He said; still smiling softly. "Did you already take some of your pain meds?" You gave him another nod. "Good girl." He leaned down to press another sweet, gentle kiss on your forehead. "I'll be back in a few minutes, okay? Try to get comfortable and relax." "O-Okay."

While you tried to get as comfortable as somehow possible, Loki made you a cup of tea; returning with it only a few minutes later.

"There you go, my love." The god gave you the mug carefully and breathed another kiss on your forehead, "Thank you." before he started to unbutton his black shirt.

Loki was about to roll his black slacks down his legs, when you suddenly remembered something. As if struck by lightning, you quickly took a look at your alarm clock; standing on your bedside table. "Sweetie, don't you have a meeting in, um... Now? Go, get dressed again! You have to leave, unless you'll be late!"

You just took a sip of the tea, as you watched him undress with wide eyes. "U-Uh, sweetie, w-what are you doing?" A low chuckle rumbled through your boyfriend's chest. "What does is look like, angel?"

Blinking - and trying to not get lost in the delicate movements of his fingers undoing the little buttons, you watched how the fabric slipped off his shoulders; muscles bulging. "U-Um, I know, but..." You swallowed hard; taking another sip of the tea and almost burning yourself.

Your boyfriend only shook his head; smiling and kicked the suit trousers off his legs, before throwing them on the chair standing in the corner of the bedroom.

"B-But Steve hates it when you're missing out a team meeting..." He shrugged his shoulders, rounded the bed and slipped underneath the covers beside you. "So? You are way more important than Roger's unnecessary team meetings." "But-" "Ah.Ah. No buts, darling." Loki said; wrapping you up his arms; spooning you. "I'll stay with you. I want to help you as best as I can through this. Screw this meeting."

Your heart fluttered at his words. You couldn't help but to lean into his embrace; cuddling close. "Thank you, love." He nuzzled the crook of your neck; inhaling your scent. "No need to thank me. I am doing this, because I love you." Butterflies ran wild within your belly. "I love you, too."

The rest of the day was spent with cuddling, listening to the rain drum against the window panes and even more cuddling. He made you as much tea as you desired and even tried to ease the pain with his seidr - which really helped a bit.

In conclusion, Loki was the best, doting boyfriend you ever had.

[aesonmae]

the moment he started to take off his clothes it was delicious, baby wanted to get comfy in bed, the constant tea making, the use of his magic for soothing the pain and changing her clothes 😋😋😋🥹🥹🥹 I love boyfriend Loki so much ahahhhhhh.

As I personally deal with chronic pain that was genuinely beautiful, exactly what I need in one of these days when the pain gets unbearable, just loki to take care of me. 🥺🥺

A beautiful one as always sweetheart @holdmytesseract ! I love everything I have read from you, absolutely amazing writing and writer.

[aesonmae]

I am genuinely excited for tonight fic, it’s slightly dark but hot, so delicious. I wrote it perhaps month ago or more and it’s absolutely my favourite can’t wait for you to see it!!!

[acidcasualties]

✨️when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨️

I fully missed this notif until I clicked on the inbox, sorry!! Ok, I'm greedy, and I'll post more than five, sort of random:

I adore music asks, thank you! I shan't do this task correctly, I'll just sprinkle a few no-pressure tags of people who mentioned stuff I loved immediately. There are more, but my brain pumped these out: @ladyofthestayingpower @nildespirandum @superficialdomina @so-easy-to-love-me @chokeanddagger @liminalpebble @dangertoozmanykids101

[nildespirandum]

@acidcasualties sorry this took so long to respond to, retail Christmas is terrible.

Ok, so I am pretty predictable.

Tagging ... @caffiend-queen @dangertoozmanykids101 @talklokitome @joyfullymassivewhispers @gigglingtiggerv2 @reileth @sylviefromneptune @alexakeyloveloki @wolfsmom1 @violetvapours

[violetvapours]

Easy, have my wrapped:

Thanks for tagging me 💜

If you like @sheliesshattered @lokiinmediasideblog @someillplanetreigns @diana-xoxo @superficialdomina @autumns-veil @alegriavida

[superficialdomina]

@acidcasualties and @violetvapours Gosh you guys are cool! Thanks for tagging me :-). I am old and lame (not lame because I am old - I was lame even when I was young) but here are my top listens right now:

@acidcasualties this just makes me realise we don't talk about music enough!!!

In case any of the other cool kids are interested in playing: @lokisgoodgirl @infinitystoner @gigglingtiggerv2 @divine-knight-hand @glitchquake @maple-seed @mochie85 @simplyholl

[bleeding-heart-vigilante]

Thank you for tagging me, @superficialdomina! I love love looooove listening to music, so of course I’d jump on the chance to share what I’ve been obsessed with!

I had a hard time deciding what to choose, so I hand picked these right off of my “On Repeat” playlist:

Tagging my other lovely mooties to join in~: @lokisbiiiitch1993 @fandxmslxt69 @oliwrites @mischief2sarawr @lokischambermaid @littlespaceyelf

[lokisbiiiitch1993]

Thank you for tagging me @divine-knight-hand

Tagging: @lives-in-midgard @romanoffshouse @azula-karai-27

[azula-karai-27]

Omg thank you so much for tagging me @lokisbiiiitch1993

Tagging @liminalpebble @ashdreams2023 @tricksterlokilaufeyson @holdmytesseract @horsewithnoname17 @fanfic-collection @mega-gostie-alexa-2546 @mischiefmaker615 @clandestineloki @wildpages

[holdmytesseract]

Thank for tagging me @azula-karai-27 ! 🥰

Np tags: @muddyorbsblr @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @multifandom-worlds @aesonmae @lokisgoodgirl @smolvenger

[aesonmae]

@holdmytesseract Yayy thank you for tagging me!💗I love it when it comes to music, so here we go😋

every song of these means much much to me ( I love, love, love Lana)

( was struggling to pick only five, i would put every song of this woman if needed *sigh* )

Np tags: @liightt @thegracelandsofmusa @anukulee @lokisprettygirl22 @eleniblue @immyowndefender @herdetectivetheorist

[aesonmae]

- Echoes of Time pt2

Part 1 Dorothea&Loki looks

Summary: With unwavering resolve the goddess of love wanted to get her answers after the occurrence of a disturbance in a core memory of hers. There was only one path for her to do so, a path that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

Warnings: angst, physical drainage, mentions of blood, slight of depression, kissing, no actual smut just mentions of love making.

A/N: Special thank you to the sweet @holdmytesseract for reading and encouraging me to post this one.

Master-list

Dorothea pov

        Books were everywhere where she lived, each is opened on a particular page and abandoned in the middle of the floor. She was on her knees trying to look through every book at same time. Different books, different pages, different contents, but all the opened pages shared the same title “ Out of Time and Space “. She was losing her mind, in every way. But she wasn’t going to give up, not at that moment, not when she was sure that he was alive. He was alive, somewhere, breathing, and she wasn’t going to let that go. 

        That was the only hope she had in five hundred years.

        She had only one chance at this, and only one proof for his existence. She had protected her mind against any intervention for her whole life. She only let one person go in and out whenever he wished, with her permission. 

        She found herself lost in thought as a memory from last week flooded her consciousness….

       One week ago, a thunk was heard throughout the kitchen as the knife she was using hit the floor beside her feet with a gasp. Everything was deafening suddenly, as her vision became blurry in mere seconds and it was getting harder to breathe as moments passed. 

        Before she knew it, she collapsed on her knees as she desperately tried to fill her chest with air, but all that was coming out of her was meek whimpers. Clutching her chest, she tried to calm herself down, something wrong happened. A memory found its existence in her mind, a memory that happened before, but not like that. Someone was messing with her mind, with her memories, a core memory had changed entirely. Her breathing pattern was getting worse as the realisation was coming to her more. It had to be only one person. 

        The person she let him control her mind, body, and soul since she was brought to life, but not this life. It had to be Loki. Which meant only one thing—he was alive.

        But does that mean that he knew she was alive too?

        To get her answer, there was only one way to do so—she had to find him. But how? She was isolated in the nowhere on Midgard with only books and her magic. She was a goddess, but she lost her value as the God of war and death decided to let her rot in isolation away from everything she ever known and loved, away from her everything, her man, her love, her whole existence.

        At first she tried to get back, she tried to find him, but she was tied to this place with Odin’s command, her magic was suppressed by his power as well. It stayed like this for hundred of years.

        One day she woke up to everything floating in the place where she lived, every single thing, even her hair was hanging in the air, her magic was free and flowing out of her. On that day, it was the first time she cried happy tears in centuries, she cried in those hundred of years for every night in agony, until she had nothing left in her. She felt empty, just lost in endless nothingness. 

        And with that happening, she knew the God of war and death is no longer existing on the nine realms. 

        That made her cry harder, she had her power back, but where was her love? Could he not find her all that time? Did he forget about her? Or did they tell him that she was dead as they told her about him? 

        When that dreadful night happened, when they told her about him no longer alive and forced her exile, she knew that was far from the truth. She felt in her heart that he was still there, alive, he would never go without bidding her a goodbye. She knew him, but she didn’t know why he was taken away from her. What did she do wrong?

        During that past week, she relentlessly employed her formidable goddess power in an attempt to forge a mental connection with him. Night after night she tried for millions of times, pushing herself to her limits, yet every single time she miserably failed. At some nights, her anguish would be unbearable to the point where her eyes would start bleeding. She didn’t even know that was possible for gods, yet undeterred by her physical toll, she was pouring every ounce of her strength into her desperate quest. For all she yearned was to unravel the enigma of his whereabouts and, armed with the only hope she had, she would defy all odds to be by his side for one last time.

        Getting her consciousness back on the poor decaying pages on front of her, she sighed tiredly. “Out of time and space” she mumbled. It has to be that, where he was. She searched with her mind everywhere, she used every ounce of her power to search the nine realms, nothing could be found.

        All she needed at that moment was to learn how to reach out of time and space. She scoffed as she thought, messaging her deep furrowed eyebrows in the process.

        “..through a portal”

         “A portal to out of time”

        “..your power is your mind, that was what the gods said” 

        Alot of lines, overwhelming lines all around a portal, how could she open said portal, she had no clue. Screw the gods how was her brain going to do that?

        With a sigh she carefully stood, mindfully trying not to mess any book around her. She shifted her gaze to the opened window, it was pitch black outside, just like how she felt inside, but she needed to try. There was nothing to lose.

        Staring at the void she focused her whole power to her mind. She didn’t know what she was doing but she knew she needed a portal. A portal that she didn’t know one way to reach. 

        A sharp pain suddenly coursed itself through her mind, abruptly her back hit the wall behind her as a great force pulled her body backward, she fell to the ground with a thud. 

        A groan left her lips as she tried to get off the ground. She never experienced such a strong force before, but if anything it meant that her power was reaching through. And being the stubborn woman she was, she pulled herself up as she stood slowly, with more determination to try again.

        In no time, she closed her eyes, focusing her whole power in her mind, and she tried again. And again, and again…..

        Twenty times, her back hit the wall twenty times in a powerful force, she was sure there were bruises, but she was not going to give up.  Far from it, not when the last two times she almost saw green shimmer emerging itself in the air.

        Green meant hope for her, green meant life and love. Green was his colour, green was her sign to not lose hope.

        Wiping her pained tears, she rose once more, just like every time, with more determination. She felt worn out, a single trail of blood made its way out of her eye, but she needed this. No matter the cost, she would find him, even if it meant losing her own life in the process.

        Focusing her power again, she needed a portal, and she will get that portal. She whined as the pain was back coursing through her head again but she didn’t let it consume her, she desperately fought against it. 

        The green shimmer started to emerge once more before her, she mewled weakly as she slowly opened her eyes focusing on it.

       “green is hope” she kept on repeating that in a mumble to herself, she kept pushing herself more as the green kept on emerging and extending itself down until it reached the floor in the form of rectangular, or more likely a door. A door to go through, a portal to go into. She got the portal. She made it, she didn’t let herself dwell on that, as she practically ran through it before it could disappear again, she was not going to let this happen again, she was already barely moving with her bruised back.

        Passing through the portal, an irresistible force yanked her into its depths. The emerald shimmer that was in the apartment moments ago engulfed this alien place. 

        Before her was an ethereal entity, composed of countless intertwined strands, pulsating and moving in a perfect harmony. Its mesmerizing emerald glow radiated an otherworldly power, captivating her senses. Time seemed to stand still, she couldn’t make out what laid before her, she just stared at it dumbfounded, it was fascinating. 

        Yet she felt an odd sense of familiarity towards that enigma with all of its shimmering emerald. 

        Where was she? Was that out of time and space? Could all of this emerald be caused by him? She thought as she carefully extended her hand towards the strands to touch one them.

        Upon the first contact, she felt a spark of magic in her hand, raising more hope in her. She stayed like that for moment before she started to mumble a spell under her breath. Before she opened her eyes she could sense and hear the strands moving. Upon slowly opening her eyes, she found herself facing a hole forming itself in the middle of the enigma, the strands were moving to pave her an entrance….

Loki pov

        Loki was still trying to process what happened to him, why he was pulled back in time abruptly. Why was she taken away from him, again. He kept on howling in pain for what felt like eternity, until nothing was coming out of him.  He just starred in the void…..for all the time.

        A sudden strange movement from the branches pulled him out of his thoughts. He watched as it started to move against his command, a deep frown appeared on his face as he tightened his grip on the branches and something started to stir in him, something felt like panic. 

        He groaned as he pulled at the branches in failed attempts, they were moving with great force that almost overpowered his, creating a space as if they were trying to let someone in, forming a portal. It had to be a magical being, a godly magical being, he thought.

        His motion halted as he started to see someone from behind the branches, and that person was getting more clear in his view as the branches kept on moving to pave a path for entrance.

        What caught his eyes first was long ginger hair and golden glowy eyes, it was blindly glowing.

        He suddenly realised that he only knew one person that their eyes would glow gold upon using magic, his heart raced as he continued to watch. It wasn’t a coincidence that person had a ginger hair as well, his breath quickened as his mind raced ‘ginger hair, godly force, golden eyes’…… his patience was wearing thin just like his breath. It had to be only one person.

        In an instant, time stood still, the universe held its breath, freezing every thought, every heartbeat, every limb, and every atom in place as her ethereal presence graced his sight. Time itself surrendered, shackled by the overwhelming force of her existence. His lungs, once filled with air, were now void, crushed by the weight of her mesmerizing presence. He watched in fascination as with every step she took, the ground was smoothing itself beneath her feet. Amidst the stark black and vibrant green surrounding the place, she stood resplendent in her white cotton gown, her fiery mane of ginger hair radiating a brilliance that outshone everything around her.

Dorothea pov

        Carefully and slowly, she stepped through the passage that formed under her command, she was starting to feel a sharp lack of vitality, but there was no time to stop. The strands were looming over the horizon, and once her hand was no longer connected to it, she watched as the hole that let her in mere moments ago, shut down on itself again. 

        Her focus was getting back to her upon no longer using her magic. She looked around her and found herself lost in countless shimmering strands. Cautiously she maneuvered through the dense tangle of strands, dodging this and avoiding that, the ground smoothed itself beneath her feet with every step she took. Step after determined step, she pressed on until she found herself standing at the very heart of this enigma. Her movement came to a halt suddenly for before her were loomed a majestic throne.

        Her gaze ascended, climbing the structure, all the way up until it locked onto pair of piercing green eyes, pouring into her very soul. Those eyes, oh how intimately she knew them, more than any other truth in the vast expanse of the universe. And the gaze they bestowed upon her, it remained unaltered, an unwavering familiarity that echoed the echoes of time itself.

        Starring at those eyes in a mixture of disbelief, longing, and hope, she found herself unable to control the tears that flowed from her eyes accompanied by unfaltering smile.

       Her smile slowly transformed into a giggle as she couldn’t believe what lied before you. Wiping her tears clumsily, she didn’t want her vision to go blurry, she wanted to see him clearly, she wanted to drink him in. 

        Through her tears and giggles she stated “you are alive” with a pause as her tears became more heavy it was chocking her, but she was untroubled, only one thought that overwhelmed her brain, he was alive.

        “You are alive my dear Loki, I-I knew you wouldn’t leave me alone in this universe” she continued. 

Loki pov

        Everything around him stopped as she locked eyes with his, the way she looked at him, the love and longing oozing out of her eyes was enough to confirm that this was his long lost love, his Dorothea.

        She found him, she was the strongest woman he ever known, he wasn’t surprised by that, but he couldn’t believe she was alive, and even standing before him. He starred at her in disbelief, as his heart came to life once he heard her voice, voicing the same thing he was thinking of. 

        “You are alive” Dorothea said. He wanted to say the same thing, he wanted to run to her, but he found himself paralysed by her presence. 

        Her giggle sent a shiver down his spine, his breath rushing as he heard her voice once again.

        “You are alive my dear Loki, I-I knew you wouldn’t leave me alone in this universe”. 

        That almost snapped him out of the trance she put him into, It’s not like he thought she would leave him, but he knew that the god of war and death -supposed to be his father- was capable of deriving him from everything he ever wanted. So, long ago, he lost hope.

        Suddenly, he realised what was going on around him and he almost was about to let go of the branches before his grip tightened again as he realised that he couldn’t do that. He wanted, no he needed to run to her, perhaps that was no longer destined for him.

        “Thea..” he whispered almost choking on his breath as he shifted forward on his chair.

        “Dorothea please come over here “ he continued as desperation filled his voice. 

Dorothea pov

        She watched in bewilderment as he tried to move but he couldn’t, as he was holding those thick strands in his hands. She didn’t know what were those strands but she knew they were holding him hostage, his magic was seeping through every single strand, she could sense that. Her gaze shifted from him to the strands looming above both of them. She needed to set him free.

        Her body was at the verge of collapse but she knew she would use her last breath just to save his. 

        Carefully extending her hand upward, mid-air she started to direct her magic towards her hand, a strand swayed its way towards her, with her command it landed on her palm. Closing her fingers around it, she tightened her grip as golden light started to seep through in twirls around the green. She let her magic seep through it, locking his magic there and strengthening it with hers. Slowly the strand became shimmering with green and gold swirling around each other. Smiling to herself, she looked at him to find his eyes fixated on her, she gave him a reassuring smile.

       Her gaze was back to the strands as she repeated the process with every single remaining strand. She was feeling a strange sensation deep in her as with every strand taking bit of her magic in it, she felt weaker. 

Loki pov

        Loki watched in fascinating as every branch moved towards her under her command, just like he would move to her. 

        She was giving the branches permanent power, she was locking his power there, protecting it with hers. He watched mesmerized as the branches started to shine in their both colours, green and gold.

        She had every single branch shimmering in swirls of gold with the green. A deep frown formed on his face as he could sense something wrong with her,  she was struggling to keep herself straight, he knew her body was starting to collapse, as he saw blood overflowing from her eyes.

        “Thea..” Loki whispered as he started to feel panic.

Dorothea pov

        Looking above her head, she ensured every strand was covered in her gold—which meant, it was safe for him to let go. She heard her name being whispered in the air. A small smile made its way on her lips, she always loved her name out of his lips.

        “Sweet love, I want you to trust me and let go” she said tiredly, voice breaking as she did. She was struggling to stand as her eyes were fluttering, body completely drained.

        She watched as he looked around him, he seemed to like the golden touch of hers. 

Loki pov 

        Wary he started slowly and very carefully to let go of the branches, his senses on high alert. A gasp could be heard in the distance, as once he let go the branches continued to sway and glisten with radiance and resilience in the air. He couldn’t believe it was possible, but then his Thea was already there, undeniably real, the embodiment of impossible. She, who he believed would forever remain beyond his reach, was at that moment the deliverer of his liberation, his beloved and eternal savior.

       Once the branches were out of his hands safely, Loki sprinted towards her guided by fierce longing and panic. He lunged forward snatching her mid-air as her balance was altered. Her knees were close to hitting the ground, but he was swift enough to prevented her decent, defying gravity itself.

       He engulfed her in his embrace as he carefully sat them both on the ground with his Thea on his lap. He watched as her gaze was fixated on him. Blood was flowing down her cheeks and he felt responsible, she was sacrificing herself for his sake. He wouldn’t let that happen. 

Dorothea pov

       Her unwavering gaze never faltered from his face, she felt content, his touch was soothing her bruises, his gaze making her stop bleeding, she just wanted to touch him. Raising her hand upward slowly, her fingers carefully grazed his left cheek. It was getting harder to stay present, she could feel her brain entirely shutting down, but the feel of his skin under her fingertips made her fight against her mind. Nothing came out of her except for tears, content tears, accompanied by a smile plastered on her lips.

       She watched as he his hand enveloped hers, he moved his face slightly towards her palm, his lips grazing there in a soft kiss. He opened his mouth to speak, her whispered name brought peace to her drained state. “Thea” he whispered softly, a tear falling from his eye landing on her face, she only hummed in response, her eyes fluttering shut.

       “Thea please hold on to me” his plea was the last thing she heard, it echoed as her body gave up completely and she fell into unconsciousness…….

       The next time her eyes were open, she was cradled in his arms, his healing abilities, inherited from his mother, worked wonders. There he was, tending to her wounds, his magic seeped through her soul, as it always did. The feel of her damp face was no longer there, her limbs were gaining strength, she felt almost powerful again. She could feel her heart echoing in her chest that had known numbness for what felt like eons. She could feel her soul alight, she felt alive. 

       Meeting his eyes, she encountered a radiant smile, reflecting the sun in his soul. Returning the smile, she attempted to rise, he stopped her as he effortlessly lifted her up. Face to face, she cupped his face, gazing at him with a mix of fondness and forming tears, mirroring his gaze.

        She found herself being pulled gently yet firmly into his arms, feeling the strength of his embrace enveloping her. As she stroked his head, she could sense his tears, and she allowed him to pour out his heart, offering him solace in her presence.

       "I thought you were gone... I-I thought that if you were even alive, you would have forgotten about me," Loki choked out amidst his heavy sobs.

       Those words pierced her soul, causing her to pull back slightly, her teary eyes locked on his. With a mixture of love and longing, she leaned closer, pressing her lips softly against his, and he let out an audible moan, a sound of contentment.

       He kissed her back, their lips meeting in a flurry of passion, but it wasn't enough. She craved more. She yearned for him to kiss her with a depth that would touch her very soul, she wanted his hand to reach through her chest and tend to her shattered heart, to heal the wounds that ravaged her. But, he was here, that was enough.

      Words spilled from Loki's lips between their kisses, his voice filled with raw emotion. "I thought the taste of your lips was a blessing I no longer could get."

       Her voice trembled as she whispered her response, her breath mingling with his. "I never forgot about you, my precious Loki. How would I?" with a pause, she pulled back slightly, her gaze unwavering.

       "The moment I sensed a disturbance in my memories, I knew it was you. No one else is allowed to ever invade my body, my soul, but you. I never gave up on you. I always knew you would never leave me without a goodbye. I sensed something was amiss, my sweet love. And how could I ever forget about you Loki? For five hundred years, through over one hundred thousand nights, every single one of them was filled with nothing but thoughts of you. How could I ever forget? r-remember? you.." She paused as tears poured down her face more.

       Her tears mingled with his, tracing a path down her face. She shivered as she declared "You are my sun, my moon, my stars, and all of my scar." 

       Her words hanged in the air, their weight carried the depth of her love. With a loving smile, she wiped his tears with her thumbs, completely ignoring her own as he stared at her, before he leaned in for another passionate kiss.

       In that moment, as their lips met once more, they both found solace and a renewed hope. With his hands on her back pushing her ever closer to him, he continued to mumble between kisses his devotion and love for her. They knew that their connection transcended time and space, and together, isolated and away from everything threatened to separate them apart, they would create a future that would outshine any darkness of the past, they would make up for the five hundred years.

        Slowly he leaned her gently on her back, never breaking the kiss. Instead of her back to be met with the solid ground, it collided with feather like mattress. Breaking the kiss momentarily he gently asked “my goddess divine may I make love to you? For real this time”.

        “Oh, will you?” she said in a whisper as she breathed heavily.

        “Oh, I intend to my love. For I shall love you for eternity, destined to be your slave to please you forever. For I belong to you and only you, with my dearest goddess divine," he said, just like he said in their memory, the memory he beautifully changed, making her eyes tear up again as she audibly smiled before kissing him once again. 

       In a shimmer of green, their clothes were dissolved into thin air, leaving them vulnerable and exposed. He pressed his body into hers, their bodies melding together. With unbreakable kisses, he made love to her, leisurely yet with fierce passion, savouring each moment. He could, and would stay like this for eternity. 

       Their bodies moved in harmony, in throes of passion and longing. Upon reaching their ecstasy, their souls intertwined in a symphony of adoration. In that moment, he vowed to never cease loving her, to worship her for the rest of what remained of his lifetime.

         Finally, he had everything he ever wished for, he had Dorothea, the goddess of his heart. And for the first time in his tragic life, he felt happy. There, protected with their love, shielded by the expanse of multiverses, he knew nothing could tear them apart again. Bound by unbreakable bond, their love would endure for eternity.

         On Thea’s chest, laid Loki’s head contentedly as he fell into sleep soundly, his hands clung to her body with a possessive grip. As only one thought clouded his mind—the very thought itching a smile to appear on his lips—he would wake up with a braid gracing his tousled hair.

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- Echoes of Time pt2

Part 1 Dorothea&Loki looks

Summary: With unwavering resolve the goddess of love wanted to get her answers after the occurrence of a disturbance in a core memory of hers. There was only one path for her to do so, a path that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

Warnings: angst, physical drainage, mentions of blood, slight of depression, kissing, no actual smut just mentions of love making.

A/N: Special thank you to the sweet @holdmytesseract for reading and encouraging me to post this one.

Master-list

Dorothea pov

        Books were everywhere where she lived, each is opened on a particular page and abandoned in the middle of the floor. She was on her knees trying to look through every book at same time. Different books, different pages, different contents, but all the opened pages shared the same title “ Out of Time and Space “. She was losing her mind, in every way. But she wasn’t going to give up, not at that moment, not when she was sure that he was alive. He was alive, somewhere, breathing, and she wasn’t going to let that go. 

        That was the only hope she had in five hundred years.

        She had only one chance at this, and only one proof for his existence. She had protected her mind against any intervention for her whole life. She only let one person go in and out whenever he wished, with her permission. 

        She found herself lost in thought as a memory from last week flooded her consciousness….

       One week ago, a thunk was heard throughout the kitchen as the knife she was using hit the floor beside her feet with a gasp. Everything was deafening suddenly, as her vision became blurry in mere seconds and it was getting harder to breathe as moments passed. 

        Before she knew it, she collapsed on her knees as she desperately tried to fill her chest with air, but all that was coming out of her was meek whimpers. Clutching her chest, she tried to calm herself down, something wrong happened. A memory found its existence in her mind, a memory that happened before, but not like that. Someone was messing with her mind, with her memories, a core memory had changed entirely. Her breathing pattern was getting worse as the realisation was coming to her more. It had to be only one person. 

        The person she let him control her mind, body, and soul since she was brought to life, but not this life. It had to be Loki. Which meant only one thing—he was alive.

        But does that mean that he knew she was alive too?

        To get her answer, there was only one way to do so—she had to find him. But how? She was isolated in the nowhere on Midgard with only books and her magic. She was a goddess, but she lost her value as the God of war and death decided to let her rot in isolation away from everything she ever known and loved, away from her everything, her man, her love, her whole existence.

        At first she tried to get back, she tried to find him, but she was tied to this place with Odin’s command, her magic was suppressed by his power as well. It stayed like this for hundred of years.

        One day she woke up to everything floating in the place where she lived, every single thing, even her hair was hanging in the air, her magic was free and flowing out of her. On that day, it was the first time she cried happy tears in centuries, she cried in those hundred of years for every night in agony, until she had nothing left in her. She felt empty, just lost in endless nothingness. 

        And with that happening, she knew the God of war and death is no longer existing on the nine realms. 

        That made her cry harder, she had her power back, but where was her love? Could he not find her all that time? Did he forget about her? Or did they tell him that she was dead as they told her about him? 

        When that dreadful night happened, when they told her about him no longer alive and forced her exile, she knew that was far from the truth. She felt in her heart that he was still there, alive, he would never go without bidding her a goodbye. She knew him, but she didn’t know why he was taken away from her. What did she do wrong?

        During that past week, she relentlessly employed her formidable goddess power in an attempt to forge a mental connection with him. Night after night she tried for millions of times, pushing herself to her limits, yet every single time she miserably failed. At some nights, her anguish would be unbearable to the point where her eyes would start bleeding. She didn’t even know that was possible for gods, yet undeterred by her physical toll, she was pouring every ounce of her strength into her desperate quest. For all she yearned was to unravel the enigma of his whereabouts and, armed with the only hope she had, she would defy all odds to be by his side for one last time.

        Getting her consciousness back on the poor decaying pages on front of her, she sighed tiredly. “Out of time and space” she mumbled. It has to be that, where he was. She searched with her mind everywhere, she used every ounce of her power to search the nine realms, nothing could be found.

        All she needed at that moment was to learn how to reach out of time and space. She scoffed as she thought, messaging her deep furrowed eyebrows in the process.

        “..through a portal”

         “A portal to out of time”

        “..your power is your mind, that was what the gods said” 

        Alot of lines, overwhelming lines all around a portal, how could she open said portal, she had no clue. Screw the gods how was her brain going to do that?

        With a sigh she carefully stood, mindfully trying not to mess any book around her. She shifted her gaze to the opened window, it was pitch black outside, just like how she felt inside, but she needed to try. There was nothing to lose.

        Staring at the void she focused her whole power to her mind. She didn’t know what she was doing but she knew she needed a portal. A portal that she didn’t know one way to reach. 

        A sharp pain suddenly coursed itself through her mind, abruptly her back hit the wall behind her as a great force pulled her body backward, she fell to the ground with a thud. 

        A groan left her lips as she tried to get off the ground. She never experienced such a strong force before, but if anything it meant that her power was reaching through. And being the stubborn woman she was, she pulled herself up as she stood slowly, with more determination to try again.

        In no time, she closed her eyes, focusing her whole power in her mind, and she tried again. And again, and again…..

        Twenty times, her back hit the wall twenty times in a powerful force, she was sure there were bruises, but she was not going to give up.  Far from it, not when the last two times she almost saw green shimmer emerging itself in the air.

        Green meant hope for her, green meant life and love. Green was his colour, green was her sign to not lose hope.

        Wiping her pained tears, she rose once more, just like every time, with more determination. She felt worn out, a single trail of blood made its way out of her eye, but she needed this. No matter the cost, she would find him, even if it meant losing her own life in the process.

        Focusing her power again, she needed a portal, and she will get that portal. She whined as the pain was back coursing through her head again but she didn’t let it consume her, she desperately fought against it. 

        The green shimmer started to emerge once more before her, she mewled weakly as she slowly opened her eyes focusing on it.

       “green is hope” she kept on repeating that in a mumble to herself, she kept pushing herself more as the green kept on emerging and extending itself down until it reached the floor in the form of rectangular, or more likely a door. A door to go through, a portal to go into. She got the portal. She made it, she didn’t let herself dwell on that, as she practically ran through it before it could disappear again, she was not going to let this happen again, she was already barely moving with her bruised back.

        Passing through the portal, an irresistible force yanked her into its depths. The emerald shimmer that was in the apartment moments ago engulfed this alien place. 

        Before her was an ethereal entity, composed of countless intertwined strands, pulsating and moving in a perfect harmony. Its mesmerizing emerald glow radiated an otherworldly power, captivating her senses. Time seemed to stand still, she couldn’t make out what laid before her, she just stared at it dumbfounded, it was fascinating. 

        Yet she felt an odd sense of familiarity towards that enigma with all of its shimmering emerald. 

        Where was she? Was that out of time and space? Could all of this emerald be caused by him? She thought as she carefully extended her hand towards the strands to touch one them.

        Upon the first contact, she felt a spark of magic in her hand, raising more hope in her. She stayed like that for moment before she started to mumble a spell under her breath. Before she opened her eyes she could sense and hear the strands moving. Upon slowly opening her eyes, she found herself facing a hole forming itself in the middle of the enigma, the strands were moving to pave her an entrance….

Loki pov

        Loki was still trying to process what happened to him, why he was pulled back in time abruptly. Why was she taken away from him, again. He kept on howling in pain for what felt like eternity, until nothing was coming out of him.  He just starred in the void…..for all the time.

        A sudden strange movement from the branches pulled him out of his thoughts. He watched as it started to move against his command, a deep frown appeared on his face as he tightened his grip on the branches and something started to stir in him, something felt like panic. 

        He groaned as he pulled at the branches in failed attempts, they were moving with great force that almost overpowered his, creating a space as if they were trying to let someone in, forming a portal. It had to be a magical being, a godly magical being, he thought.

        His motion halted as he started to see someone from behind the branches, and that person was getting more clear in his view as the branches kept on moving to pave a path for entrance.

        What caught his eyes first was long ginger hair and golden glowy eyes, it was blindly glowing.

        He suddenly realised that he only knew one person that their eyes would glow gold upon using magic, his heart raced as he continued to watch. It wasn’t a coincidence that person had a ginger hair as well, his breath quickened as his mind raced ‘ginger hair, godly force, golden eyes’…… his patience was wearing thin just like his breath. It had to be only one person.

        In an instant, time stood still, the universe held its breath, freezing every thought, every heartbeat, every limb, and every atom in place as her ethereal presence graced his sight. Time itself surrendered, shackled by the overwhelming force of her existence. His lungs, once filled with air, were now void, crushed by the weight of her mesmerizing presence. He watched in fascination as with every step she took, the ground was smoothing itself beneath her feet. Amidst the stark black and vibrant green surrounding the place, she stood resplendent in her white cotton gown, her fiery mane of ginger hair radiating a brilliance that outshone everything around her.

Dorothea pov

        Carefully and slowly, she stepped through the passage that formed under her command, she was starting to feel a sharp lack of vitality, but there was no time to stop. The strands were looming over the horizon, and once her hand was no longer connected to it, she watched as the hole that let her in mere moments ago, shut down on itself again. 

        Her focus was getting back to her upon no longer using her magic. She looked around her and found herself lost in countless shimmering strands. Cautiously she maneuvered through the dense tangle of strands, dodging this and avoiding that, the ground smoothed itself beneath her feet with every step she took. Step after determined step, she pressed on until she found herself standing at the very heart of this enigma. Her movement came to a halt suddenly for before her were loomed a majestic throne.

        Her gaze ascended, climbing the structure, all the way up until it locked onto pair of piercing green eyes, pouring into her very soul. Those eyes, oh how intimately she knew them, more than any other truth in the vast expanse of the universe. And the gaze they bestowed upon her, it remained unaltered, an unwavering familiarity that echoed the echoes of time itself.

        Starring at those eyes in a mixture of disbelief, longing, and hope, she found herself unable to control the tears that flowed from her eyes accompanied by unfaltering smile.

       Her smile slowly transformed into a giggle as she couldn’t believe what lied before you. Wiping her tears clumsily, she didn’t want her vision to go blurry, she wanted to see him clearly, she wanted to drink him in. 

        Through her tears and giggles she stated “you are alive” with a pause as her tears became more heavy it was chocking her, but she was untroubled, only one thought that overwhelmed her brain, he was alive.

        “You are alive my dear Loki, I-I knew you wouldn’t leave me alone in this universe” she continued. 

Loki pov

        Everything around him stopped as she locked eyes with his, the way she looked at him, the love and longing oozing out of her eyes was enough to confirm that this was his long lost love, his Dorothea.

        She found him, she was the strongest woman he ever known, he wasn’t surprised by that, but he couldn’t believe she was alive, and even standing before him. He starred at her in disbelief, as his heart came to life once he heard her voice, voicing the same thing he was thinking of. 

        “You are alive” Dorothea said. He wanted to say the same thing, he wanted to run to her, but he found himself paralysed by her presence. 

        Her giggle sent a shiver down his spine, his breath rushing as he heard her voice once again.

        “You are alive my dear Loki, I-I knew you wouldn’t leave me alone in this universe”. 

        That almost snapped him out of the trance she put him into, It’s not like he thought she would leave him, but he knew that the god of war and death -supposed to be his father- was capable of deriving him from everything he ever wanted. So, long ago, he lost hope.

        Suddenly, he realised what was going on around him and he almost was about to let go of the branches before his grip tightened again as he realised that he couldn’t do that. He wanted, no he needed to run to her, perhaps that was no longer destined for him.

        “Thea..” he whispered almost choking on his breath as he shifted forward on his chair.

        “Dorothea please come over here “ he continued as desperation filled his voice. 

Dorothea pov

        She watched in bewilderment as he tried to move but he couldn’t, as he was holding those thick strands in his hands. She didn’t know what were those strands but she knew they were holding him hostage, his magic was seeping through every single strand, she could sense that. Her gaze shifted from him to the strands looming above both of them. She needed to set him free.

        Her body was at the verge of collapse but she knew she would use her last breath just to save his. 

        Carefully extending her hand upward, mid-air she started to direct her magic towards her hand, a strand swayed its way towards her, with her command it landed on her palm. Closing her fingers around it, she tightened her grip as golden light started to seep through in twirls around the green. She let her magic seep through it, locking his magic there and strengthening it with hers. Slowly the strand became shimmering with green and gold swirling around each other. Smiling to herself, she looked at him to find his eyes fixated on her, she gave him a reassuring smile.

       Her gaze was back to the strands as she repeated the process with every single remaining strand. She was feeling a strange sensation deep in her as with every strand taking bit of her magic in it, she felt weaker. 

Loki pov

        Loki watched in fascinating as every branch moved towards her under her command, just like he would move to her. 

        She was giving the branches permanent power, she was locking his power there, protecting it with hers. He watched mesmerized as the branches started to shine in their both colours, green and gold.

        She had every single branch shimmering in swirls of gold with the green. A deep frown formed on his face as he could sense something wrong with her,  she was struggling to keep herself straight, he knew her body was starting to collapse, as he saw blood overflowing from her eyes.

        “Thea..” Loki whispered as he started to feel panic.

Dorothea pov

        Looking above her head, she ensured every strand was covered in her gold—which meant, it was safe for him to let go. She heard her name being whispered in the air. A small smile made its way on her lips, she always loved her name out of his lips.

        “Sweet love, I want you to trust me and let go” she said tiredly, voice breaking as she did. She was struggling to stand as her eyes were fluttering, body completely drained.

        She watched as he looked around him, he seemed to like the golden touch of hers. 

Loki pov 

        Wary he started slowly and very carefully to let go of the branches, his senses on high alert. A gasp could be heard in the distance, as once he let go the branches continued to sway and glisten with radiance and resilience in the air. He couldn’t believe it was possible, but then his Thea was already there, undeniably real, the embodiment of impossible. She, who he believed would forever remain beyond his reach, was at that moment the deliverer of his liberation, his beloved and eternal savior.

       Once the branches were out of his hands safely, Loki sprinted towards her guided by fierce longing and panic. He lunged forward snatching her mid-air as her balance was altered. Her knees were close to hitting the ground, but he was swift enough to prevented her decent, defying gravity itself.

       He engulfed her in his embrace as he carefully sat them both on the ground with his Thea on his lap. He watched as her gaze was fixated on him. Blood was flowing down her cheeks and he felt responsible, she was sacrificing herself for his sake. He wouldn’t let that happen. 

Dorothea pov

       Her unwavering gaze never faltered from his face, she felt content, his touch was soothing her bruises, his gaze making her stop bleeding, she just wanted to touch him. Raising her hand upward slowly, her fingers carefully grazed his left cheek. It was getting harder to stay present, she could feel her brain entirely shutting down, but the feel of his skin under her fingertips made her fight against her mind. Nothing came out of her except for tears, content tears, accompanied by a smile plastered on her lips.

       She watched as he his hand enveloped hers, he moved his face slightly towards her palm, his lips grazing there in a soft kiss. He opened his mouth to speak, her whispered name brought peace to her drained state. “Thea” he whispered softly, a tear falling from his eye landing on her face, she only hummed in response, her eyes fluttering shut.

       “Thea please hold on to me” his plea was the last thing she heard, it echoed as her body gave up completely and she fell into unconsciousness…….

       The next time her eyes were open, she was cradled in his arms, his healing abilities, inherited from his mother, worked wonders. There he was, tending to her wounds, his magic seeped through her soul, as it always did. The feel of her damp face was no longer there, her limbs were gaining strength, she felt almost powerful again. She could feel her heart echoing in her chest that had known numbness for what felt like eons. She could feel her soul alight, she felt alive. 

       Meeting his eyes, she encountered a radiant smile, reflecting the sun in his soul. Returning the smile, she attempted to rise, he stopped her as he effortlessly lifted her up. Face to face, she cupped his face, gazing at him with a mix of fondness and forming tears, mirroring his gaze.

        She found herself being pulled gently yet firmly into his arms, feeling the strength of his embrace enveloping her. As she stroked his head, she could sense his tears, and she allowed him to pour out his heart, offering him solace in her presence.

       "I thought you were gone... I-I thought that if you were even alive, you would have forgotten about me," Loki choked out amidst his heavy sobs.

       Those words pierced her soul, causing her to pull back slightly, her teary eyes locked on his. With a mixture of love and longing, she leaned closer, pressing her lips softly against his, and he let out an audible moan, a sound of contentment.

       He kissed her back, their lips meeting in a flurry of passion, but it wasn't enough. She craved more. She yearned for him to kiss her with a depth that would touch her very soul, she wanted his hand to reach through her chest and tend to her shattered heart, to heal the wounds that ravaged her. But, he was here, that was enough.

      Words spilled from Loki's lips between their kisses, his voice filled with raw emotion. "I thought the taste of your lips was a blessing I no longer could get."

       Her voice trembled as she whispered her response, her breath mingling with his. "I never forgot about you, my precious Loki. How would I?" with a pause, she pulled back slightly, her gaze unwavering.

       "The moment I sensed a disturbance in my memories, I knew it was you. No one else is allowed to ever invade my body, my soul, but you. I never gave up on you. I always knew you would never leave me without a goodbye. I sensed something was amiss, my sweet love. And how could I ever forget about you Loki? For five hundred years, through over one hundred thousand nights, every single one of them was filled with nothing but thoughts of you. How could I ever forget? r-remember? you.." She paused as tears poured down her face more.

       Her tears mingled with his, tracing a path down her face. She shivered as she declared "You are my sun, my moon, my stars, and all of my scar." 

       Her words hanged in the air, their weight carried the depth of her love. With a loving smile, she wiped his tears with her thumbs, completely ignoring her own as he stared at her, before he leaned in for another passionate kiss.

       In that moment, as their lips met once more, they both found solace and a renewed hope. With his hands on her back pushing her ever closer to him, he continued to mumble between kisses his devotion and love for her. They knew that their connection transcended time and space, and together, isolated and away from everything threatened to separate them apart, they would create a future that would outshine any darkness of the past, they would make up for the five hundred years.

        Slowly he leaned her gently on her back, never breaking the kiss. Instead of her back to be met with the solid ground, it collided with feather like mattress. Breaking the kiss momentarily he gently asked “my goddess divine may I make love to you? For real this time”.

        “Oh, will you?” she said in a whisper as she breathed heavily.

        “Oh, I intend to my love. For I shall love you for eternity, destined to be your slave to please you forever. For I belong to you and only you, with my dearest goddess divine," he said, just like he said in their memory, the memory he beautifully changed, making her eyes tear up again as she audibly smiled before kissing him once again. 

       In a shimmer of green, their clothes were dissolved into thin air, leaving them vulnerable and exposed. He pressed his body into hers, their bodies melding together. With unbreakable kisses, he made love to her, leisurely yet with fierce passion, savouring each moment. He could, and would stay like this for eternity. 

       Their bodies moved in harmony, in throes of passion and longing. Upon reaching their ecstasy, their souls intertwined in a symphony of adoration. In that moment, he vowed to never cease loving her, to worship her for the rest of what remained of his lifetime.

         Finally, he had everything he ever wished for, he had Dorothea, the goddess of his heart. And for the first time in his tragic life, he felt happy. There, protected with their love, shielded by the expanse of multiverses, he knew nothing could tear them apart again. Bound by unbreakable bond, their love would endure for eternity.

         On Thea’s chest, laid Loki’s head contentedly as he fell into sleep soundly, his hands clung to her body with a possessive grip. As only one thought clouded his mind—the very thought itching a smile to appear on his lips—he would wake up with a braid gracing his tousled hair.

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