Some of the content is 18+, NSFW so please kids, stay away.
English is not my native language, so please forgive me if you find something weird or misspelled.
Series
Vigil part 1 - part 2 - part 3
Wip teaser (GT)
Dirty business part 1
Golden threads 1 2 3
Oneshots
Merry Mischief - part of Winter Warmers Collection
Just for us - little prequel of Golden Threads and part of Winter Warmers Collection
Say Grace - part of Wanksgiving
Sweet and spicy - part of Secret Santa
Carrara Marble - part of 14 days of Valentines
Haven
Requests
Old love does not corrode
Finals
The perfect present
Remember your place
Knight in shining leather
Although I was a constant lurker for months, today marks my one year as a Loki writer. It has been so fun whoring out with all of you. There have been too many laughs to count. By some miracle, I’ve reached a little over 1,000 followers. I’m shook that so many of you are interested in partaking in my wildest fantasies. But I am so thankful for all of you. If you have read, liked, commented, or reblogged anything - thank you from the bottom of my heart! I love reading every wild thing you have to say about these scenes I’ve created.
Sometimes I will just sit there and read your comments over and over in complete shock that my words would elicit such responses. I am so thankful for our little corner of the internet where we can unashamedly be ourselves. We all have different backgrounds, cultures, and lives but we can all agree we just want our favorite god to dick us down.
I’ve made lifelong friends from doing this, and I would’ve never met them otherwise.
@lokisgoodgirl Thank you for giving me the kick in the cooch I needed to start posting my writing. I would have none of this, if it wasn’t for you. Your words of encouragement mean everything to me. Thank you for being my tech expert for the first little bit. I would never give anyone else my login info. You’ve helped me get through some of the toughest times of my life and I am forever grateful for your friendship. I love listening to your voice notes. Your “Good morning” always puts a smile on my face. I hope we can meet in person one day, although I can’t promise that I would keep my hands to myself. I love you endlessly.
@wheredafandomat I only met you at the end of January, but it feels like I have known you my whole life. Is it possible for two people to share the same brain? Because I’m sure that we do. You can make a 2 hour phone call feel like 5 minutes. I’m lucky to have you in my life. My frequent collaborator and birthday twin - I love you so much.
I couldn’t think of a celebration that I wanted to do, but I wanted to share some of my favorite comments over the course of my time on here.
#burdened with a glorious manhood
-@coldnique
The threat to use his vibranium hand to do the choking was just the cherry on top of my death day cake. This is a filthy masterpiece
- @joyful-enchantress
Well spank me sideways, this went from O-deranged in 2.5 seconds AND I'M NOT MAD ABOUT IT
- @thedistractedagglomeration
Ohhhhhh he talks her out of her hero panties and in to his heart
- @cakesandtom
"sit on his face darling" l'm not gonna survive another paragraph I swear to god.this is too much in the best way
- @lokisgoodgirl
The thought of being an avenger and having Loki fuck you senseless is stupid hot, but add into it him talking about making you carry his secret sex baby and still be an avenger is 🔥🔥🔥
- @itsybitchylittlewitchy
Take that you little shit! I am so glad he saw them together and still mounted at that!
- @silver-tongue-taken-to-bed
I mean it's a fitting description after all the devil is tempting and so is Lokis dick
- @fictive-sl0th
You had me at President Loki and biting!
- @marygoddessofmischief
should have really realized that it was you, my dear, who wrote this!
- @smolvenger
I don't need legs, l'll just drag myself around.
- @goblingirlsarah
Spelling his....spelling his name.. ☠️☠️
- @lokisgoodgirl
absolute genius. i read the part about considering staying with him even if just for the sex and i was like "YOU GO Y/N GO GET THAT MULTIVERSAL ASGARDIAN DICK"
- @muddyorbsblr
Yeah Narfi you little bitch. Take that!
- @wheredafandomat
This was so naughty!!! When the vacuum fell and he was like, "fuck it" then continues to pound you harder!!! 🥵🥵🥵
- @mochie85
I neeeed a tall Loki to be my coworker for the job I don't have so he can fuck me in the storage closet
- @wheredafandomat
The best part of waking up is Bucky & Loki in your cup!! WAY better than Folgers.
- @km-ffluv
IT WAS PHENOMENAL. would have tears in my eyes with how proud I am if I wasn't so horny
- @lokisgoodgirl
Just for fun,
If anyone wants to give it a re-read, here’s the first fic I posted.
Snowed In
And this is actually the first thing I wrote
Across the Multiverse
It’s been a great year. I can’t wait to share more horny, unhinged, wild fantasies with you in the next one.
warnings: scientific / medical themes, accident (pain, light injury) 18+ language, Loki being an ass
other: read prologue first !!!
The day that was supposed to change your whole life didn’t go as planned. Except, it did change your life…
"Okay, let’s see how you guys are doing, shall we?".
Exited, you took the samples of cells out of the cryotubes. Group ’S’.
You chose to test with the sickle cell disease sample first. You had known someone who suffered from it.
It felt like a tribute to them.
Only a few steps were now separating you from the crucial moment. The one moment that could decide over the faith of millions of people now and in the future.
If this experiment proved that the serum you made from Steve’s blood truly attacked and replaced the mutation, it would be transferable to all genetic diseases.
Every known genetic disease.
You were trembling now. Struggling to keep the pipette over the small opening of the test tube.
You knew the steps, the whole procedure from the FF, had done it thousands of times...
However, the light was brighter than usual. The hum of all the instruments and measuring devices was louder than usual.
Suffocating.
A deep exhale ran through your nostrils as you closed your eyes to focus.
Even the voices in your head seemed more intense today.
It was tiring, tempting you to take a break you could’t afford time wise. People were waiting for your results, people who had thrown in hundred thousands of research grants.
You would not dispappoint them. Not now that you almost crossed the finish line.
"Come on, yn. Concentrate for one last hour" you begged yourself, waiting if the deep breaths would cure your shaking.
They did.
A few minutes later you had divided the cell samples into one experimental and one control group, both ready for lysis, binding, washing and elution.
The DNA of the cells was what you needed.
The hopefully modified DNA that wouldn’t show any sigs of abnormalities in the HBB gene on chromosome 11p15.5.
Emphasis on hopefully.
You took a side glance at your blueish serum just waiting in the incubator.
Would it be of any use? Would it safe any lives in the future?
Would you safe any lives?
"Sorry to interrupt your moment of philosophizing but Captain Rogers asked for permission to enter" JARVIS caught you off guard, the vessel in your hand almost dropping.
You caught it again. A few inches above the cold tiles.
"God damn!".
This AI was insufferable and most of all impractical. Tony should’ve given him far less sass.
Designing a simple AI designed to assist in a neutral manner wouldn’t have hurt him, right?
"Is this a no, doctor yn?" He asked, his tone deceptively close to actual appeasement.
Was he now also reading minds?
Blowing hot air through rounded lips, you fought hard not to enter a discussion about manners with him.
Would be fruitless anyway, so you just re-focused on the next step.
A flick of your hand opened the first lab door. "No, it’s all good. Let him in" you stated prosaically, unsure what to think of Cap’s nearing presence.
Your mind was a glass jar under pressure. You feared any added weight would shatter you and the liquid of success would run free.
Steve could be that weight.
However, he never had been during all the weeks of work and tests that had lead up to this day.
"Hey, I thought you might like some company down here today?" His smooth voice resounded and fought against the constant buzzing of instruments.
It wasn’t Cap’s first time in the lab since he and Bucky were the sources of your serum extractive.
They had handled the blood draw like big boys.
Smiling and slowly feeling the comfort of his heartening presence wrap around you, you gestured to the roll stool.
"Thank you. Banner said he’d come but I’m afraid he’s otherwise engaged".
Steve let out a low chuckle. “Our Bruce... he always is occupied“.
Shrugging your shoulders in mum agreement, you zig-zagged through the lab, gathering your notes and other scraps of paper like a loose tornado.
Nervousness was a hard one to keep at bay. Especially when the cause of it was nothing less than worldshaking.
Steve sneaked after you, always careful not to touch anything.
You felt his potent presence behind you, a cloud of expensive but unobtrusive smelling perfume bloomed behind you.
Steve was so different to Loki. Or Tony.
Your eyes darted to the side, targeting his big hands that now rested gently on your shoulder. He was warm.
Or maybe the air was just a tad cool?
“What is your next step, yn? Could I be of any assistance?“ his smooth voice filled your ear while the grip on your shoulder became a soft caress down your arm.
He was so much more mellow.
“Well,“ you began, weirdly missing his touch as you stepped closer to the machine. “Should I explain it? I don't want to bore you, Cap, really-“
“No- No, please go on“ he interrupted your fussy rambling with a new dose of calm.
Taking a deep breath, you handed him safety goggles, staring in his blue eyes a little while longer.
You can do it, yn. You're not alone.
“Okay, I've extracted the DNA molecules in those samples and now we need to make them more visible, simply put“.
You took the pipette which contained the desired molecule and carefully dropped it in the jig.
“And what does that machine do?“ Steve asked, bending over so his head was next to yours and staring at the device.
Trying to be respectful, you pushed his chest back up, stunned by how hard it was.
However, he had to take a step back.
You couldn't risk the head of the team getting hurt by a laser.
If it was even possible.
You knew about the meaning of super in super soldier after running all these tests on his blood.
Your finger rested on the switch of the laser device. “This is a laser. Basically, it works as some kind of tweezer that elongates the DNA molecule between two special beads so we can examine it closely“.
Steve hummed in awe while your finger began to tremble on the small switch.
A few tests with this device were the only thing to withhold the success or failure of your research.
Damn, you thought, vision going blurry for a second, the light of the neon tubes on the ceiling merging in chaos.
“Ready?“ your mouth mumbled, more to yourself than to Steve. “Ready“ he said full of anticipation.
*click*
Narrowed eyes followed the tiny laser beam growing and growing until it met the sample tube.
Everything looked good.
You should be able to start the recording and the microscope in no time.
Suddenly, the humming of the device got louder than usual. A few seconds later a mechanical screech added to the symphony of malfuntion.
“What on- this isn't supposed to happen?!“ you spoke against the noise, Steve's brows already furrowed in familiar worry.
You stepped closer to the white machine, trying to get a glimpse of the problem as the male voice echoed behind you.
“JARVIS, shut it down“.
No. No.
The machine would be destroying your sample. Your success, perhaps.
Defying your inner voice that told you to back off, you opened your mouth to remind JARVIS that Steve had no saying down here.
But nothing came out.
Silence engulfed your being until it culminated in a clangour of Cap's screaming voice.
You breathed.
Everything felt like a simulation, time seemed to be slowed down.
Then, you noticed a dark crack running down the mantel of the device, procreating along where the laser laid beneath.
Steve's hand clutched onto your neck, the pull of his force feeling rougher than the chink in metal.
He yanked your body back.
You saw bigger chunks of the mantel getting blown out by a just born explosion.
Hands flew forward to shield your face.
You wanted to scream, but only radiant light got sucked into your lungs.
It nourished no sound but an exotic burn on your palms that grew to the sensation of touching the sun.
For a fraction of a moment you assumed you had sone so.
Swiftly, the yellow bled into a blinding white.
Your eyes couldn't handle the brightness, so they introduced an abrupt black.
A rough collision shattered you.
“No, don't get up. I can fetch that myse-“ but your sentence endet in a painful hiss, hands frozen in their try to reach for the cup of tea.
Nat sighed, compassion written all over her pretty face.
You bit down on your cracked lips, not in the mood for anyone's pity after your oeuvre was literally blown up.
She handed you the hot mug. “You were unconcious for three hours. Please, allow yourself some rest“.
“Nat, until I know if they could save some of my extracted serum, rest is a foreign word to me“ you stated matter-of-factly.
You hoped she saw the grateful glimmer in your eyes because now you were incapable to suppress the fresh frustration.
Nodding, the red head stood up again, pointing at the kitchen behind you.
“Hungry?“.
Hell, yes you were. “Starved“.
Snuggling into the soft blanket you were wrapped in like a burrito after waking up, you thought of Steve.
He had caught you safely before your bodies got knocked back against the wall by the final explosion.
Cap was so much of a hero, it was actually a bit boring, you chuckled to yourself.
“How devious of you, doctor“ a certain, deep voice crept around the corner like a poltergeist.
You stiffened instantly.
Had previously wondered how many hours it would take for him to come feast on your failure.
A snide grin got reflected on the black TV screen. Somehow it made his bones seem even sharper.
“I would never have thought you would cost Stark that much money, but unfortunately for me, I happen to be wrong.“
You were wounded. And he instantly circled the edges of your hot cut.
Normally, this would go far. Normally, you would find a weird satisfaction within your enmity.
But not today.
Grasping the edges of the silken blanket, you got up despite of all the aching limbs.
Anger made pain look small.
Nat saw you shamble around the sofa to face the tall god. She opened her mouth but it closed again.
“Listen, your royal dickery“ your voice was unbridled, a second of doubt about his behavior rolling across Loki's pristine face.
It was perfectly set in no time again.
His tailored polo shirt was strained by defined pecks as he crossed his arms, awaiting your move.
Staring into those annoyingly green orbs, you snarled “I almost died today and maybe, yeah maybe, the product of five weeks of hard work did, too“.
Loki raised his eyebrow, looking down at you with a twitch in his eyes.
You could not read him. No one could.
Your lungs still burned but somehow there was a newborn gush of energy surging through you.
“So, I hope that if there's a tiny grain of sympathy towards me in this - this haughty, egoistic heart of yours, then now is the moment“.
Blowing air through o-formed lips, the black haired prince rocked his head from side to side as if he was weighing something.
He couldn't be serious. It appeared so sarcastic.
“Perhaps...“ Loki began, the baritone lower than usual, considerate. “It would only contribute to the fairness of our little scheme, if I granted the mortal some rest“.
A snarky response already waited on your tongue but you swallowed it.
Strictly speaking Loki had bowed to your call.
Narrowing your eyes, your gaze scrutinized the tall man with his alabaster skin that contrasted so oddly ideal with his curls.
He was a creature that held day and night, order and chaos, might and ruin in his potent hands.
Probably this was what vexed you about him. The alchemistic ambiguity. The power he held.
However, a dirty wink irritated your digressed mind, roughly pulling you back to reality.
Loki was unbearable.
You looked away, shaking your head so that he could see.
“By the way darling, blankets suit you”.
Of course he wasn’t done.
Nevertheless, you were tired, emotionally as well as physically.
While walking, you let the soft fabric slide down your shoulders and drop to the floor.
Left in a comfy tank top and shorts, you felt his piercing gaze snaking across your bruises and scrapes.
Probably the view would silence his snappy tongue, you hoped. Still, a tiny part was eagerly waiting for a comment.
You opened the fridge, unsure what you were looking for.
It was a tingly trail those emerald orbs left on your back and legs.
You wondered whether his judgy expression would shift somehow but no, you concluded.
Steve’s body had absorbed the impact on the wall however, your body had slipped out of the lab coat and you drifted away from his saving grasp.
A memory you knew was now burnt in your consciousness like a scar.
“You want some?” Suddenly, Nat swung a bag of nuts in front of your face. “They’re full of zinc to support the healing”.
Nuts weren’t exactly what you wanted, though.
Loki tsked loftily from behind, you heard his leather shoes thud on the tiles.
“Desist with these appetizers, Romanoff” his baritone echoed from up close, triggering you to turn around and slam the fridge closed.
Shit, your wrist hurt like hell.
An invisible force pushed Nat to the side to grant your rival the full spotlight of your attention.
“Loki, now isn't the right time to-“ but the sentence died when you saw his gaze fixating your battered wrist.
The man’s hand slowly slid out of the pocket of his black chinos, making you shiver in whatever anticipation.
He grabbed your arm.
“What- let go of me!” You hissed, trying to pull and yank away from his potent grasp.
But Loki stood there completely unfazed, your movements not even making it past his bare forearm.
Defined muscles worked in unison against you.
He held you tight, waiting for you to surrender to his will. Like an idiosyncratic god.
However, there was no loathe or bitterness in his eyes.
No, there was lechery.
“Sadist” you snapped, but eventually yielding to his control.
Loki let out a low chuckle, dimples flashing when it flowed into a cunning smirk.
One so familiar to you.
“You mortals are so terribly vulnerable” you twitched again when his big hand slid down your forearm until he cupped your wrist from beneath.
Gently. Leaving a trail of tiny goosebumps on your skin.
Loki had never been so close before, never touched you like that before.
As if he cared.
“And you gods are arrogant” Natasha threw in with a roll of her pretty eyes while feasting on the nuts herself.
“Don’t we have every right to be, huh?”.
You fought the urge to slap him.
Loki pshh'ed you when your wrist wriggled in his palm.
“Now, stay still for me, can you do that?” He purred, gaze darting up to meet yours.
Was he looking for consent? Whatever for?
The unfamiliar tenderness still baffled you, so you just kept still, examining your nemesis' impeccable eyes.
His were gorgeous. An infuriating shade of green.
Yours narrowed, told him to back off if this was some sick joke.
Unbothered, the emerald orbs focused on your aching joint again.
“Don’t take this too personal, dove” Loki relativized his actions. “I just cannot stand this painful expression on your face”.
Your brow rose. He must be lying. There was something he must want in return.
Suddenly, you felt a foreign sensation creep through your pores, a green light emitting from Loki's palm.
He chuckled lowly. “I’d rather you look... provoked”.
You wanted to retort, to comment but you words floated away.
Steve and Bucky's blood was above anything you had known but this ??
Fascinated eyes widened, mouth agape when you took in the otherworldly magic surrounding your wrist.
Maybe he was right. Maybe they had every right to feel superior.
Loki looked concentrated, his brows slanting and lips whispering a silent chant.
It was the first time you saw him using his seidr, how he called it. It was mysterious, even pulling Natasha in its spell even though it was nothing new to her.
Loki was a damn magician and there was no way to twist this truth into something less impressive.
Still, it was him. And whyever that was annoying enough.
The seidr wrapped around your wrist like a bandage.
You couldn’t help but giggle at the funny sensation in your arm until it all of a sudden ceased to be fun.
“Ouch!” You yelled, the pain as sharp as a knife ran all the way up into your shoulder.
The god looked confused, the veins in his hand pulsing with fresh nervousness.
“I- this is not supposed to hurt you” he mused, voice weighted with chagrin.
“But it does, Sherlock”.
You sighed, a new stream of exhaustion tilting your head to the side, eyes wandered off.
New York's lights began to shine across the streets, Halloween decorations waking up as the night got ready.
The day was vanishing into a sweet nothing. Just like you.
Not caring much anymore, you let Loki examine what his magic has caused.
It had hurt before so there couldn’t be much for him to worsen after all.
He bowed down closer to your arm, your scent almost distracting the god from his unusual find.
There were roses, hyacinths and a whisper of mint… it was unique and refreshing.
And suddenly radiant.
“Romanoff, take a look” you heard him murmur, still bathing in the joyful sight of witches and funny ghosts on buildings.
Natasha's jaw dropped when she joined Loki's side, the shared worry a peace treaty.
“Loki, what is this?”.
“I’m afraid, it is beyond my knowledge”.
Grinning to yourself, your sass flashed back to life for a second. “Beyond? Pretty disappointing to admit-“
But your tongue froze when you turned back and peeked down where the two were staring.
There was a strange brightness.
Loki's second hand now hovered above your forearm, a weird light under your skin was following his moves as if mirrored.
You gasped.
Loki's eyes met yours.
They told you he wasn’t jesting. They were telling a story of sincere shock.
And shock was a rare emotion for Loki Laufeyson.
A cold shiver ran down your whole body, panic spread in your system like an aggressive disease.
You wanted to tear your wrist from his grasp but he held you yet another time.
“Seems like you indeed conducted a perilous experiment, yn... But another one than intended”.
Loki let go of you, pinched the bridge of his nose instead.
This wasn't real.
You were on morphine.
Or a fever dream.
Natasha dropped the nuts which spread on the floor like rolling dice.
In your veins, bright blood turned to ice.
The red head brushed your skin with her pointer in awe. “What did you say caused the explosion?“.
Suddenly, the slide door to the hallway opened.
“One of Banner's lasers“ Nick Fury's harsh voice startled you, the footsteps of SHIELD soldiers reverberating.
They must've seen on the security cameras.
You shot a glance at Loki who visibly stiffened at Fury's presence; the man who had imprisoned him like a lab rat.
Realizing that he won't be of much help, the click of weapons off safeties bit your consciousness.
The day that was supposed to change your whole life didn’t go as planned. Except, it did change your life…
However, the light was brighter than usual. The hum of all the instruments and measuring devices was louder than usual.
Suffocating.
Woah. What a way to start. I love the way you wrote this part. There’s so much uncertainty and excitement contained. I could feel on my skin that rush of adrenaline and fear before getting the outcome after so much hard work.
"Sorry to interrupt your moment of philosophizing but Captain Rogers asked for permission to enter" JARVIS caught you off guard, the vessel in your hand almost dropping.
Jarvis, you may be an AI but you’re a natural born bitch 🤣
Luckily our Cap is a sweetheart, protective counterpart here. Also, do I smell a bit of ✨tension✨ between them? Mmh, how curious…
“How devious of you, doctor“ a certain, deep voice crept around the corner like a poltergeist.
You stiffened instantly.
Had previously wondered how many hours it would take for him to come feast on your failure.
Speaking of tension lol
It was interesting how he read her mood and actually gave a respite - in his own way, of course.
Despite being an asshole, the healing scene felt somewhat intimate and endearing 🖤
Loki's second hand now hovered above your forearm, a weird light under your skin was following his moves as if mirrored.
You gasped.
Loki's eyes met yours.
They told you he wasn’t jesting. They were telling a story of sincere shock.
And that end??
Listen Fury better be gentle with us or we’ll have a little problem. I’m not bluffing.
following the theory that loki intentionally banded the avengers together so he could sicc them on thanos later, after he took the throne in T:TDW, i think he'd be so angry at the events of civil war like:
loki as odin: hello heimdall, how do earth's mightiest heroes fare as of late?
heimdall: they have disagreed on many subjects and split up two days ago
loki:
heimdall:
loki: they haVE WHAT?
cue loki coming down to earth and bonking everyone's heads together until they all get along again
stark: how the heck are you alive???
loki: skills. listen here, i did not pour my blood, sweat and tears to form this team for you idiots to throw all my hard work out the window!
loki, grabbing rhodes and stark by the wrists: now, we are going to get your little friends out of prison, understood?
like an exasperated kindergarten teacher, y'know?
Loki, hitting Steve over the head with a newspaper: he's your friend, of course he's upset you lied to him about something like this
Tony: hah!
Loki, giving Tony a death glare: did you have to fight each other about it
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Another lovely annon appeared!
Thank you so much! Getting this kind of messages make me really happy 💜💚🖤
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Idk why this pose turns me on so much...like is he sad, or is he just disappointed?
Either way, the answer is blowjob.
Oh, bless you 🤣🤣🤣
I'm stuck at the dentist waiting room and this is cracking me up. Is there anything sexier than a man god in despair? Whichever the reasons, I think not.
And of course, blowjob is always the right answer, my wise friend.
Warnings: typos (writing this on my phone), smut (oral with sub vibes?) and swearing.(w. <1000)
“Not a chance.”
There was not a thing he could deny you, but this…This was too much.
“It will be fun! I promise.” you followed close into the conference room as he sought for refuge from your barrage of pleas. You could be relentless when you had something in mind.
Loud music and the party rumble faded as the door closed behind, now replaced by the muffled city sounds that seeped through the huge glass panels . In five long strides he had crossed the floor and dropped on a chair. Even sulked and in his lounge clothes he managed to look majestic.
Aquamarine orbs were still fixed on the huge bag you carried, burning holes into the gaudy piece of plastic. You left it aside before walking the distance between you. The cogs in your brain already working on a new approach to the situation.
“Everyone is participating.” you gestured towards your tight navy outfit “It’s really not that bad, Loki.”
The god looked insulted.
“Oh, isn’t it? It undermines my dignity. I must maintain a persona.” You snorted and he glared daggers back. For anyone else, that look would be terrifying; for you, it was endearing.
“Oh, come on, baby. Don’t be so dramatic.” A huff was the only answer you got.
His head fell heavy between his hands, fingertips pressing over his eyes in an attempt to soothe the growing headache.
Fighting you was useless. Your stubbornness was one of those qualities that never failed to amaze him. Or exasperate him.
A smile crept on your lips. You were gaining ground.
“I think what happens is that you’re a tiny bit tense…” your voice dropped one octave and gestures softened.
Lowering, you took his hands from his face and guided them to the sides, placing them carefully on both armrests.
His forehead creased, not just in annoyance but now in suspicion too. Raising a defying a brow, you leant on his thighs, hands ghosting the broad expanse of muscle, stopping at his knees while you dropped on yours. Loki looked down on you, expression remained firm but the tightness of his jaw betrayed him.
“I know what you are trying, but I warn you that it is not going to work.”
You feigned a pout and nodded, fingertips making their way back up his legs until they felt the timid hardness at the end, griping it through the grey cotton fabric. He shivered.
“Sorry… you were saying?”
He tried to exhale through the nose, slowly, but faltered.
“This is extortion”
“Exactly” you cooed, tilting your head slightly as a deft hand worked the waistband of his sweatpants down, just enough to free his growing erection.
Lazily, you stroked down his length, stopping at the base and softly massaging it.
He averted his gaze from yours, locking his eyes on the bright, silver star that adorned the swell of your chest. Just what was missing…
The first contact of your warm lips on his cock took him by surprise and made him hold for dear life on the chair.
His lame attempt at self control did nothing but fan the restrained flames behind your innocent doe eyes.
Without warning, you swallowed him whole. The armrests creaked violently under his hands before he instinctively he let go to tangle them on your hair. You smiled around him.
Nails scratched and dived into the skin of his hips, leaving a trail of marks while your warm mouth slid expertly up and down his shaft, tongue tracing every ridge on its way, giving special attention to the sensitive, silky crown.
Deftly reading each sign and sound as you claimed your power over him.
How his mouth twitched when your teeth grazed his foreskin, the low moans as your fingers toyed with the delicate seam of his balls, or the way his hips thrusted involuntarily when you slowed the pace.
You were giving him the sweetest of agonies.
“Darling…Nornir…this - this is unsporting-“ he spat strangled, struggling to keep his composure, in case there was any left.
“I didn’t promise a fair fight” you shrugged, sucking playfully at the tip.
The god melted into the seat while you took your own pleasure from teasing him, setting a deliberate rhythm that drove him closer and closer without granting him release.
Loki growled your name between his teeth, sweating, in a way that sounded like the filthiest insult. A gush of pride filled you and drenched your underwear. He was on the edge, and that’s why you stopped your ministrations all of the sudden.
A broken cry cut the air. Glassy eyes searched in despair for an answer. You had him right were you wanted, he just needed to say the words…
“I- I’ll do-for faen… I swear!”
And just as the ‘r’ rolled from his tongue, yours flicked over his tip with calculated pressure, making him break.
The warmth spilled down your throat, the heady taste of his cum lingering on your tongue, leaving not a single drop to waste. The grip on your hair became a tender caress, a hand still stroking him, ever so gently, as he came down from the intense wave of ecstasy.
Once he was able to open his eyes again, they met the spitting image of victory.
Standing back on your feet, you wiped the corners of your mouth. He looked utterly divine when ravaged.
“Minx”
“Loser” you grinned fondly, biting on your lower lip before kissing with tenderness the hot mess of your partner. “I’ll let you change. See you at the party, my king.” And with a wink you disappeared the way you came.
After a needed minute to recover his wits, he reluctantly walked to fetch the hideous bag, wincing in utter disgust at the sight of the nefarious plastic hammer.
With a defeated sigh, he started to take off his clothes.
sag-aftra foundation conversations :: 12 november 2023 (batch 1)
new outfit has been unlocked 🫠🫠🫠 also SIR…what is that first picture?? the lean?? it's like someone showed him that 'door frame book boyfriend lean' trend on TikTok and he said "oh yeah i can do that" 🥵😮💨
Idk why this pose turns me on so much...like is he sad, or is he just disappointed?
Either way, the answer is blowjob.
Oh, bless you 🤣🤣🤣
I'm stuck at the dentist waiting room and this is cracking me up. Is there anything sexier than a man god in despair? Whichever the reasons, I think not.
And of course, blowjob is always the right answer, my wise friend.
Warnings: typos (writing this on my phone), smut (oral with sub vibes?) and swearing.(w. <1000)
“Not a chance.”
There was not a thing he could deny you, but this…This was too much.
“It will be fun! I promise.” you followed close into the conference room as he sought for refuge from your barrage of pleas. You could be relentless when you had something in mind.
Loud music and the party rumble faded as the door closed behind, now replaced by the muffled city sounds that seeped through the huge glass panels . In five long strides he had crossed the floor and dropped on a chair. Even sulked and in his lounge clothes he managed to look majestic.
Aquamarine orbs were still fixed on the huge bag you carried, burning holes into the gaudy piece of plastic. You left it aside before walking the distance between you. The cogs in your brain already working on a new approach to the situation.
“Everyone is participating.” you gestured towards your tight navy outfit “It’s really not that bad, Loki.”
The god looked insulted.
“Oh, isn’t it? It undermines my dignity. I must maintain a persona.” You snorted and he glared daggers back. For anyone else, that look would be terrifying; for you, it was endearing.
“Oh, come on, baby. Don’t be so dramatic.” A huff was the only answer you got.
His head fell heavy between his hands, fingertips pressing over his eyes in an attempt to soothe the growing headache.
Fighting you was useless. Your stubbornness was one of those qualities that never failed to amaze him. Or exasperate him.
A smile crept on your lips. You were gaining ground.
“I think what happens is that you’re a tiny bit tense…” your voice dropped one octave and gestures softened.
Lowering, you took his hands from his face and guided them to the sides, placing them carefully on both armrests.
His forehead creased, not just in annoyance but now in suspicion too. Raising a defying a brow, you leant on his thighs, hands ghosting the broad expanse of muscle, stopping at his knees while you dropped on yours. Loki looked down on you, expression remained firm but the tightness of his jaw betrayed him.
“I know what you are trying, but I warn you that it is not going to work.”
You feigned a pout and nodded, fingertips making their way back up his legs until they felt the timid hardness at the end, griping it through the grey cotton fabric. He shivered.
“Sorry… you were saying?”
He tried to exhale through the nose, slowly, but faltered.
“This is extortion”
“Exactly” you cooed, tilting your head slightly as a deft hand worked the waistband of his sweatpants down, just enough to free his growing erection.
Lazily, you stroked down his length, stopping at the base and softly massaging it.
He averted his gaze from yours, locking his eyes on the bright, silver star that adorned the swell of your chest. Just what was missing…
The first contact of your warm lips on his cock took him by surprise and made him hold for dear life on the chair.
His lame attempt at self control did nothing but fan the restrained flames behind your innocent doe eyes.
Without warning, you swallowed him whole. The armrests creaked violently under his hands before he instinctively he let go to tangle them on your hair. You smiled around him.
Nails scratched and dived into the skin of his hips, leaving a trail of marks while your warm mouth slid expertly up and down his shaft, tongue tracing every ridge on its way, giving special attention to the sensitive, silky crown.
Deftly reading each sign and sound as you claimed your power over him.
How his mouth twitched when your teeth grazed his foreskin, the low moans as your fingers toyed with the delicate seam of his balls, or the way his hips thrusted involuntarily when you slowed the pace.
You were giving him the sweetest of agonies.
“Darling…Nornir…this - this is unsporting-“ he spat strangled, struggling to keep his composure, in case there was any left.
“I didn’t promise a fair fight” you shrugged, sucking playfully at the tip.
The god melted into the seat while you took your own pleasure from teasing him, setting a deliberate rhythm that drove him closer and closer without granting him release.
Loki growled your name between his teeth, sweating, in a way that sounded like the filthiest insult. A gush of pride filled you and drenched your underwear. He was on the edge, and that’s why you stopped your ministrations all of the sudden.
A broken cry cut the air. Glassy eyes searched in despair for an answer. You had him right were you wanted, he just needed to say the words…
“I- I’ll do-for faen… I swear!”
And just as the ‘r’ rolled from his tongue, yours flicked over his tip with calculated pressure, making him break.
The warmth spilled down your throat, the heady taste of his cum lingering on your tongue, leaving not a single drop to waste. The grip on your hair became a tender caress, a hand still stroking him, ever so gently, as he came down from the intense wave of ecstasy.
Once he was able to open his eyes again, they met the spitting image of victory.
Standing back on your feet, you wiped the corners of your mouth. He looked utterly divine when ravaged.
“Minx”
“Loser” you grinned fondly, biting on your lower lip before kissing with tenderness the hot mess of your partner. “I’ll let you change. See you at the party, my king.” And with a wink you disappeared the way you came.
After a needed minute to recover his wits, he reluctantly walked to fetch the hideous bag, wincing in utter disgust at the sight of the nefarious plastic hammer.
With a defeated sigh, he started to take off his clothes.
This is exactly what I needed and I won't pretend any differently
Without warning, you swallowed him whole. The armrests creaked violently under his hands before he instinctively he let go to tangle them on your hair. You smiled around him.
... felt the timid hardness at the end, griping it through the grey cotton fabric. He shivered.
"Sorry... you were saying?"
He tried to exhale through the nose, slowly, but faltered.
"This is extortion"
"Exactly" you cooed,...
"timid hardness"
Ohhhh, what a phrase!!! the images this conjures - like let's talk to who's really in charge. Loki may have said no no way in hell, but Loki's boss said, "Okay Okay Okay. Sure-fine-whatever. Whatever you want. Just DON'T STOP!"
Call Me Clean | Mr & Mrs Laufeyson AU | Loki x Reader
When you leave for a few days Loki throws himself into his work, and you throw youself into being as mischeivous as your husband, after all, he should know that the shower in your hotel works!
Warnings: 18+ for sexual content & language. Implied sexting, sending naughty pictures! Phone sex (sort of), masturbating.
Loki tossed his phone on the bed and shrugged his shoulders, allowing his sedir to dry his hair after his shower. He’d been waiting for you to answer his call all day, and all day he’d been thinking of you and all day you’d been sending him messages.
It had started as flirty texts and then moved on to pictures, each one increasingly suggestive until it was just a picture of you, wet and soapy, from behind the shower screen, leaning forwards to press a kiss, and your breasts, against the glass.
Darling, I’m working x
The text had been sent under the table of another council meeting with Thor and Valkyrie, hurried and desperate as he tried to leave. You’d been gone for a few days and, during your absence, he’d been attempting to distract himself with what Val called ‘some actual work for a change’. It had gone as badly as he feared, spending the entire afternoon hard under his leather trousers.
You know you love me ;)
His phone had buzzed again, this time you were turned away, bubbles running down the curve of your spine, the glass foggy, hiding you, teasing him.
He’d thought about it during his own shower and had been desperately trying to reach you since, video calling every few minutes with no response. He dropped the towel to the floor and leant forwards to rest his hands against the dresser, pushing his long dark curls away from his face.
Loki looked at the phone, still no answer. He hit the call button again, taking another peak at your last picture, imagining he was in the shower with you, touching and teasing you right back.
His hands drifted down his chiselled chest to the hardness that bobbed against his lower belly. With one hand still braced on the dresser, he started a slow rhythm, if he shut his eyes he could picture you the last time you were together, coaxing him across the bedroom to the en-suite and pushing his shirt off his shoulders. You’d sunk lower, lavishing kisses against his chest and nuzzling the patch of dark hair between his legs.
Loki hissed, thumbing over the sensitive head of his cock, remembering your tongue, moving in teasing circles until he’d thrust forward, worried he’d hurt you until he looked down to see your sparkling eyes full of mischief.
He thrust harder into his own hand, no competition for your touch, your hands, your mouth, until he was spilling over his long fingers with a deep sigh. Loki allowed his magic to clean him again and turned back to the bed, hoping to try and call you again, or at least be able to send you a message before he crawled between the sheets and slept.
“Hey, Lokes.” Your voice cooed through the phone, making him spin round all the faster.
“Shit, darling, I -” He lunged at the bed, picking up the phone to see your smiling face. You were lying on the bed too, propped on your front with a pillow under your shoulders, a grin on your face like the cat who got the cream.
“That was quite the show,” you simpered. “Let me return the favour.” Kneeling up to show him your equally naked body, you moved to lie on your back, slowly spreading your legs.
“Shit, darling, I -” He lunged at the bed, picking up the phone to see your smiling face.
“That was quite the show,” you simpered. “Let me return the favour.” Kneeling up to show him your equally naked body, you moved to lie on your back, slowly spreading your legs.
That was wicked! And hot as hell 🔥
What a way to start the week, my dear. I loooooved it 🖤
thirsty thursday idea! since you've done a marking kink drabble, maybe a bruising kink drabble? I've never seen a fic about it. I'm thinking that the reader is really turned on by Loki bruising her with his grip/ roughness. him grabbing her hips while she's riding him so hard it bruises. bruises the next day on her arms/wrists from where he held her. bruises on her thighs from loki holding her down while he eats her out. okay I'm done now, hopefully this inspires you😂
Oh, Lord, I hope this suffices as a bruising kink! I did my best!
The very first time Loki had left a mark on your skin, you had thought the guilt would consume him.
Tiny splotches of purple and red had quickly blossomed beneath your skin - the aftermath of eager fingers following a week apart - but to Loki, those tiny marks indented in your skin were akin to a bullet straight through your heart.
“I hurt you,” he had said, ghosting the tips of his fingers guiltily along your thigh. “My darling, I can’t apologise enough.”
At first, you had thought it was an act, but the heaviness that settled across his face and the pain shining in his eyes brought the realisation that he meant every word. He truly believed that ten little bruises no bigger than a fingertip had left you in agony.
“Loki,” you had called to him softly, watching his eyes quickly rise to meet yours. Those pretty green irises held so much remorse that you wanted to wrap him in your arms and never let go. “You didn’t hurt me, love. Not in a way I didn’t enjoy, anway,” you added, reaching a hand down to cover his.
Two perfectly groomed eyebrows had furrowed in clear confusion. “How do you mean?”
Beneath your hand, his thumb still traced slowly over the bruise it had left there, and, for some strange reason, it made heat creep slowly to your cheeks. You had talked about so many of your kinks with him - hell, only a few weeks ago you had told him it gets you going when he finishes on you - yet it was this that made you embarrassed?
“I…I like it when you mark me,” you had admitted. “Brusies, biting, I don’t care how, but I like it. I like the physical reminder that I’m yours. I like other people knowing that I’m yours.”
His hand around yours had tightened and you watched the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Say that again, darling, please. I need you to say it again,” he had said softly, a new roughness lacing around his words.
You had bitten your lip coyly in the way you knew drove him crazy. “I want everyone to know that I’m yours, Loki. Please.”
A grin had spread cross your lovers face, one that was both soft yet wicked, and he had climbed back eagerly between your legs. “Your wish is my command, darling.”
That had only been a few short weeks ago. Now, as he thrusts into you almost ruthlessly, his fingers are gripping your thigh so tightly to his waist that you might pass out at how good it feels.
He’s lost the hesitancy and the fear, and now a patchwork of purple and red splotches covers every part of your body that he can reach. Your chest and stomach are covered in bruises - all courtesy of his beautifully sinful mouth - and similar marks pepper the inside of your thighs from where he had held them apart to lick you to your first orgasm.
Tonight, you’re riding a high so powerful and so blinding that you yearn for the ability to stop time, to stay locked forever in this bed with this god between your legs.
Loki’s hand tightens around your thigh as your climax builds, making tiny stars dance enticingly at the edge of your vision. “Oh, fuck, Loki!” you groan, clutching him to you in sheer desperation. “Please! Let everyone…let everyone know…I’m yours!”
He rolls his hips against yours with a ferocious force that makes you whimper and pants roughly in your ear, “I promise you…no one will question who you belong to…when they see you tomorrow morning.”
His lips find your neck and you explode on his cock to the feel of him leaving a trail of fresh marks along the column of your throat. No part of you has been neglected tonight.
Your orgasm has barely faded when Loki pulls his cock from your cunt, and you’re still floating so blissfully on the pink cloud of release that you don’t even raise an objection when he maneuvers your body so that you’re on all fours on the bed.
“Oh, fuck,” you slur out when his cock thrusts back into you. Vaguely, it registers somewhere in your mind that you’ve had two orgasms while Loki has still to have one.
A shiver wracks your entire body.
“Oh, darling,” Loki purrs in faux sympathy. You feel a large hand clamp firmly around one hip while the other gathers your wrists to pin them against the small of your back. His grip on you is heavy and unyielding, and your cunt clenches joyfully around the aching length of him. “It looks like there’s still more canvas for me to paint.”
He gives a single roll of his hips and squeezes your hip in his iron grip. A sharp cry of pleasure tumbles from your lips while you wriggle back against him, silently begging for more. “I do hope you have no prior engagements, my love, because I don’t intend to stop until every inch of you is covered in my marks.”
There’s no accurate word to tell you with how much I love this.
He truly believed that ten little bruises no bigger than a fingertip had left you in agony.
The whole thing is unbearably hot, but this line truly made me laugh. I totally see him freaking out the first time he realizes how rough he’s been on us 🤣
And what can I say about the smut? Your writing is witchcraft, babe.
“It looks like there’s still more canvas for me to paint.”
Well, if you need me I’ll be with at cardiologist’s💀
There was nothing. Just silence. No birds singing their songs, nor crickets chirping in the crisp air of the night. No loud voices, car horns or crying babies. Nothing. It was just Loki, his steaming cup of tea and the rising sun above New York City.
Peace... That was what he felt.
The god smiled; tired but happy eyes gazing out of the window to watch the sun replace the moon. Messy curls, tousled by sleep hung in his face. The hem of his green and black checked sleep trousers hung low, but comfortable snugly around his hips.
He wiggled his toes in his slippers; feeling the warmth of the fluffy socks he wore.
Loki took a deep breath - and a sip of his tea. His restless head had ripped him out of sleep; kind of forced him to get up. Sometimes, his mind could wander to very dark places. Especially at night. And he knew exactly that it was not good at all, but... Escaping the claws of your own fears and doubts wasn't easy. A battle the most people might already lose before it even started - and Loki was certainly one of them.
This is the here and now, Loki, he told himself. This is your present. Your future. Y/N and the kids are your future. You found your glorious purpose. Your place in the universe. This is exactly where you need and want to be. Don't revel in the past. It's history. Just a written chapter in the story of your life. Just a-
In order to silence the million voices in his head, he made himself a cup of tea, decided to watch the sunset and think about all the good things in his life... You. Ella. Little Narfi. His brother. His parents. The second chance life - and especially you gave him...
It was a tough process, but through the years, the god learned how to let the good thoughts overweight the bad ones. Nevertheless, was it a cruel battle every time.
"Daddy?"
The god ripped his eyes open at the call of the term that never failed to give him chills and causes his heart to beat just a little bit faster. Within the blink of an eye, he turned around; away from the large window pane in the living room - only to be greeted by the frame of his daughter. She was tiredly rubbing her eyes; cuddle blankie held by her in a death grip.
"Ella?" Loki said with a slight surprised voice; immediately magicked away his mug and squatted down to be on eye-level with the seven-year-old. "Princess, why are you awake?" "Wanted to cuddle you, but you were not there, so I looked for you." She slurred; voice thick with sleep. Ella had slept in yours and his bed tonight, because of a nightmare which had plagued her...
Loki’s heart jumped at the little girl's words; eyebrows slanting. "Oh no... Apologies, sweetheart. Daddy just... needed a moment to think." She yawned. "Think? About wha'?" He shook his head and opened his arms. "Nothing you should worry about, princess. Come here." Ella smiled almost deliriously, before she slurped into Loki's awaiting arms and cuddled against her father. He wrapped her up in a tight embrace; gently lifting her off of the group. Ella slung her legs around his back; even deepening the hug. "Love you, daddy."
Loki smiled; his heart pumping pure love through his veins. "I love you, too, princess."
He pressed a soft kiss against the crown of the girl's head and just held her.
Soon enough her grip on him slackened; legs no longer wound around his torso, but rather dangling loosely at his sides. Soft snores and deep, even breathes signalled the god that Ella had fallen asleep again... In his arms. His smile even widened, as he kissed the top of her head again; identical raven curls tickling his lips. His... She was his. One of the good things he accomplished in his life.
He smiled. "My love..."
Loki redirected his gaze on the rising sun again. It was almost over. The night was barely hanging on - just like the dark cloud above his head.
The god kept his gaze glued on the breathtaking skyline; totally lost in his thoughts once again. That was until he felt a pair of warm, familiar palms gliding over the small of his bare back and settling on his sides.
You pressed your chest gently against his muscular back and pressed soft kisses onto the skin of his shoulder blades; your lips leaving a tickling, sizzling sensation behind. It was magical.
He chuckled. "Well... Our princess came to look after me, too. She wanted to cuddle - and just slept in in my arms." Loki felt your lips on his skin again - and he could swear that you were smiling. "Thought so... My sweet daddy's girl." You whispered; lifting a hand to run your fingers gently through her loose, wild raven curls, as her head was resting on Loki's shoulder.
"What are you doing here, babe? This early on a Sunday morning?" You felt how he took a deep breath. "Thinking. And you?" You pressed your cheek against his bare skin; inhaling his scent. Home. He smelt like home.
"I just finished nursing our baby boy, and then decided to look where my husband and daughter vanished... The bed is way too big without you. And cold." Loki’s heart fluttered, before it felt like exploding - a firework of oxytocin and love.
A pleasant silence settled over the both of you for quite a few moments, in which you relished in closeness of the other.
"What's on your brilliant mind, huh?" Loki didn't answer you; only swallowed hard. And he did not have to say a single word to you. The sudden tension which built within his body was enough for you to tell what was going on.
You and Loki were in no need of words to communicate.
"I see... The clutches of your past wound themselves around you once more... Am I right?"
You heard your husband sigh deeply. "It's not just that, darling." "What else? Do you wish to talk about it?"
"The what if, darling."
The god stepped out of your hug and walked over to the sofa, on which he laid down Ella. He made sure that she was comfortable and draped a blanket over her, in order to keep her warm.
Then he returned to you; a longing look on his face. You welcomed him with open arms - and your husband didn’t hesitate for a moment; immediately sinking into your embrace and touch. You just held him with your hand buried in the soft raven curls on the back of his head. "What is bothering you, my love, if not the past?" You whispered and placed a sweet, reassuring kiss on the side of his neck. Loki needed another moment, before he answered you.
"The what if?" "Yes." You pulled back from the hug, just enough to look into his stunning, but tears clouded eyes; awaiting his further explanation. "What if... What if I've never been given a second chance? Here, on earth, to prove myself worthy of the mercy I received? What if I've never met you? What if you would've never given me a chance? What if... What if Thanos would've been successful?" He swallowed hard. "What would have happen to me? Where would my place in the universe be? Without you, Ella and Narfi... Where do I belong?"
You listened to his every word, patiently. His worries and fears send a jolt of pain through your heart; causing your expression to change. With furrowed eyebrows and tears in your eyes, you looked up to Loki. "Oh, my love..." You said; starting to gently comb your fingers through his long hair. "I wish I could give you an answer to all those questions, but... I'm afraid I can't. I understand why you are asking yourself this, though. Life has been not always very kind to you and left you standing more than just once at the abyss - and wherever your path may have led you without all the things that happened between us... Know that we were always destined to be. There's no version, no outcome of this - of our story, where we wouldn't have ended up together." You softly smiled at him through tears; lifting your other hand to cup his cheek.
"Besides, you are free now, my love. Free to make your own choices. No mind control. No one who decides for you. This..." You gestured around yourself. "Me, Ella and Narfi... This is yours. The story you've written and still writing. This is your story, Loki."
A few tears rolled down the god's cheeks; a breathless chuckle left his lips. "You... You truly think that, darling?" You couldn't help but smile even wider; your thumb gently wiping away his tears. "Know so." You whispered, before you leaned in and captured your husband's lips in a tender, almost feather-light kiss. "I am convinced that in every possible timeline, every parallel universe - if something like that exists, we are exactly where we belong... Together."
The god answered nothing, was too overwhelmed by your beautiful words and all the thoughts and feelings coursing through his mind and body. Instead, he dropped his forehead to rest on your shoulder; tears soaking into the fabric of your comfortable sleep shirt and hands holding onto your body for dear life. You let him cry; comforting him as best as you could.
You didn't know how much time had passed; how long you were standing there with Loki wrapped up in your arms, but at some point you decided to leaven the situation a bit. Once more wandered your hand into his wild locks. "You still here with me, baby?" All that you got was a low grunt. You giggled; twirling a strand of his curls around your finger. "Have I rendered you speechless, my love? Silver-tongue turned to lead?"
Loki couldn't suppress the small giggle, which bubbled up within his throat at your sentence. "N-No..." He lifted his head again; smiling, with dried tears on his cheeks and slightly red and puffy eyes. "I-I just... Your words touched me deeply. Thank you. Thank you for your advice. For your love. For being mine - and for giving me all this. A life, children... A purpose." This time, you were the one who didn't give him an answer. You pulled him in another kiss; letting him feel all the love you could give.
"I love you, Loki. Always have. Always will." Loki took your hands in his; fingers intertwining. "I love you, too. I just can't grasp all this sometimes. My mind needs a reminder from time to time that this is truly the reality." You squeezed his hands. "I know - and I'm here to remind your mind, because you deserve this... Happiness."
Maddie, girl...My heart feels like exploding from all the tenderness contained in this one-shot.
The atmosphere you set on the first paragraphs is perfect. Early hours of dawn are somewhat magical and melancholic at the same time and you wrote it so well.
Soon enough her grip on him slackened; legs no longer wound around his torso, but rather dangling loosely at his sides. Soft snores and deep, even breathes signalled the god that Ella had fallen asleep again... In his arms. His smile even widened, as he kissed the top of her head again; identical raven curls tickling his lips. His... She was his. One of the good things he accomplished in his life.
This moment. Ella and Loki are the sweetest together, their bond is so special. The way he still get chills when he hearing his girl call for him...ugh
He swallowed hard. "What would have happen to me? Where would my place in the universe be? Without you, Ella and Narfi... Where do I belong?"
"Besides, you are free now, my love. Free to make your own choices. No mind control. No one who decides for you. This..." You gestured around yourself. "Me, Ella and Narfi... This is yours. The story you've written and still writing. This is your story, Loki."
So fucking beautiful. And she's so right; no matter how many branches or universes, such love was meant to be 🖤
As lovely as always, my dear! I will never stop marveling at this perfect AU you've created ✨
