This sideblog is dedicated to short stories of Loki x fem!reader. I try to write as inclusively as possible, with little to no description on reader. I welcome any comments regarding this, as I do wish to improve!
And always always send me your requests and your comments, I love to hear it and I love your input!
I write out of order, but try to order them chronologically in this masterlist.
After the fall of the TVA a Variant of Loki managed to survive Thanos’ attack on the Statesman. After the events of Infinity War, he met you, and finally got his happily ever after. These are the stories of that ever after.
Domestic Loki:
These are short stories from your and Loki’s suburban life.
Flufftober day 1: Wearing each other’s clothes *new* *fluff*
Flufftober day 2: “You’ve told your brother?” *new* *fluff*
A manic Monday morning *fluff*
Afternoon delight *smut*
Thirsty Thursday *smut*
Finally Friday part one *fluff*
Finally Friday part two *smut*
Memories:
These are memories of your loves first steps, back when it was just you and Loki.
A memory: How it all began *fluff*
A memory: Your first time with Loki part one *smut*
A memory: Your first time with Loki part two *smut*
A memory: A confession one Sunday morning *smut*
A memory: The story behind the green dress part one of three *smuff*
A memory: The story behind the green dress part two of three *new* *smut*
A memory: The story behind the green dress part three of three *new* *smut*
Flufftober day 5: “Oh no, you’re a Morning person?” *new* *fluff*
A memory: Screentime *new* *smut*
Entering Parenthood
These are the memories from after your first son was born.
Description: This is a memory. I have a few ideas for these, and to keep the posts short and easy to read in a quick minute, I won’t build them too much in the text. You have met some months ago through Tony Stark, who employes the both of you after the snap. The story begins at the end of a long evening of work, where you are sitting at the couch in Loki’s apartment, drinking wine. The conversation has grown solemn and Loki sees his chance.
Word count: 1700
Warnings: smut. Smut, smuttiest of smut. Cute Smut. But still Smut. (18+)
A/N: After the fall of the TVA a Variant of Loki managed to survive Thanos’ attack on the Statesman. After the events of Infinity war, he met you, and finally got his happily ever after. This is a story of that ever after.
You set your glass on the table.
”Tony, for all his little discrepancies, is a wise man. He knows that no one should ever be judged by their worst mistakes.”
Loki set his own glas down and looked at you.
Without further thought, you took hold of his hand and continued:
”Especially when it is blatantly obvious how hard you work to correct those mistakes.”
Loki was taken back by the sudden intimacy, but made no move to withdraw his hand from yours. Instead he brought his other hand to cup yours.
”That is… entirely too sweet,” he whispered looking at your hands, entwined.
You suddenly realized exactly how close on the couch you were sitting.
”You are… a truly goodhearted woman,” he whispered and looked deep in your eyes. His earnest expression sent shivers down your spine.
”I… feel I have a confession to make,” he continued, looking at you, searching for clues to your reception of what was about to come.
”These past few months, you… I have… you… I have grown….” Loki closed his eyes, trying to search for the words. Keeping his eyes closed he continued. ”You are unlike anyone I’ve ever met before and if you…” Loki opened his eyes again and you noticed for the first time how incredibly blue his eyes were. ”If it would suit you, I should like the opportunity to court you.”
Description: Domestic smuff. Loki and you find a rare moment to spare for each other in your busy lives.
Word count: 1400
Warnings: Smut. And fluff. (18+)
A/N: After the fall of the TVA a Variant of Loki managed to survive Thanos’ attack on the Statesman. After the events of Infinity war, he met you, and finally got his happily ever after. This is a story of that ever after.
You twirled the pencil lazily in your hand as you examined one of the papers you had sprawled over the kitchen table. Resting your head against your curled up knee, you were suddenly drawn into reality by the sound of the front door opening.
“Honey, I’m home!” Loki shouted from the door. You smiled, but held your focus on the paper, reading the last few sentences.
“I’m in the kitchen,” you let, turning the page over.
Loki entered the kitchen, throwing his briefcase on the chair next to you. He glanced at your heap of papers as he made his way over to the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of orange juice. “What’s all this then?” he asked, annoyed. You knew the source to his annoyance immediately. Loki had instituted his rule of no work documents outside of the study for a reason - your inability to keep order paired with your sloppy nature was more than your immaculately organized husband could bear. So you had reached a compromise to limit said mess in one room of the house, enabling him to simply close the door when the disorganized chaos got on his nerves.
This is just…. I have no words… Actually I have a lot..
I’ve been married ten years and the sex in here is so real and it’s so wonderful to read! While i do love that fantastic over-the-top smut that is the staple when it comes to the Loki fandom, having lived in domesticity for a decade it is sometimes quite unrelatable (although it does serve its purpose ;)). But the smut in this is so real, so relatable (esp the wiping of the lube) and so wonderful and I feel so happy being represented (in a weird way) that I’m getting almost emotional typing this… So just thank you @domesticloki ❤️
Thank you, thank you, thank you! 💚 Your words have made my day, my week, my month, honestly my year! 🥰
I whole heartedly agree with every single word in your post. I remember when I wrote this a year ago, I wanted to do short stories on domestic love. Truly domestic love. Because while stories that take place in the beginning, when everything is new and just the thought of your lover makes you edge (and I do love those stories, don’t get me wrong), the truth is after a few years, it’s not that easy to find the trifecta - the mood, the time and the place.
But the key to happiness is to just make it happen. And to laugh through it. That’s what happily ever after means to me. It’s messy, it’s plain, it’s having a quick and nasty in the fifteen minutes you can afford yourself in between your hectic schedule. Even if you’re annoyed, hungry, tired or feel you don’t have the time. Make the time. And love every second of it.
I cannot properly articulate the effect this photo has on me but just something about Loki in Midgard clothes is just 😮💨✌️ Bye bye sanity
I completely agree. God bless these pictures. Don't get me wrong I love the whole get up but something about a simple hoodie and dare I say it sweatpants hits different
The way I had to turn my camera off because my jaw dropped to the ground and I haven't been able to pick it back up yet and turn myself back into a proper functioning human
Literally, this photo of Tom Hiddleston in Loki wig standing around in a hoodie holding a coffee cup started the whole idea to my blog on domestic Loki fanfic 😂😂
A memory: The story behind the green dress part three
Pairing: Loki x fem!reader
Description: This story began as a very simple one shot about Loki’s powers, but I have let the story take me where it wants to go. So while I usually write one shots, this has become a larger work. I might at some point divide the chapters a little differently, but for now, this is the final chapter of the three part story.
You have been dating Loki for a month, when one Sunday takes your relationship to another level. Part one here and Part two here.
Word count: 2200
Warnings: Anxious thoughts. Smut. (18+)
A/N: After the fall of the TVA a Variant of Loki managed to survive Thanos’ attack on the Statesman. After the events of Infinity war, he met you, and finally got his happily ever after. This is a story of that ever after.
It was the middle of the night. You lay in bed, propped against the headboard, with Loki clinging tightly onto you. His head lay on your shoulder, his leg pushed up over yours. His breathing was beginning to calm. A light sniffle every now and then was all that tattled on his earlier tears. You rested your palm on his crown and cupped his arm with the other.
You inhaled pointedly. It felt as if you had forgotten to breath for a moment. You tried to silence your own thoughts, assuring yourself that nothing more needed to be spoken today. You were at an impasse and what would come would come. But for now, you needed nothing else than to simply… be.
You stared blankly ahead. You were exhausted but sleep eluded you. Too much had happened in the past few hours and your body was still working on expelling the adrenaline. You were both glad it happened but also entirely mortified by how. Your first fight.
Ask him what he thinks about you. Ask him if he still loves you. Ask him if you hurt him. Ask him if he wants to talk. Ask him about his feelings. Ask him. Ask him. He is keeping something from you. This wasn’t good, he just kissed you to shut you up. Nothing really changed. Ask him, ask him ASK HIM!
You inhaled pointedly again, trying to rid yourself of the intrusive thoughts. The last thing Loki needed right now was a spout of your anxiety.
You felt the need to pee. Moving as smoothly as you could, you tried to manoeuvre yourself from under Loki without disturbing him too much.
“Are you leaving now?” he whispered. Your heart felt like it had been wrung in a vice. His voice was so alien, so raw. It had none of his usual bravado, none of his mock-confidence. You struggled to see his expression in the dim lit room, but his voice told it all. He sounded broken.
You hurt him! You are a monster! Look at what you’ve done! Was it worth it! Idiot! Stupid! Moron! MONSTER!
“No, I’m just going to the bathroom,” you replied gently, grazing his forehead. You rose, tiptoeing into the bathroom. As you flipped the switch, the light offended your eyes and you squinted you way through your business. Returning into the bedroom, the darkness was even more thick than it had been when your eyes had been adjusted to it.
You felt your way with your hands and dove into the bed, almost crushing Loki in the progress.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“That’s alright,” Loki mumbled. The both of you hesitated a moment, not sure at how you should position yourselves, until you finally opted in letting him spoon you. Situating yourself you sighed heavily as you tried to find a comfortable position. Loki threw his arm around you and buried the hand under your breast while the rest pulled you against him as it ran along your stomach onto your waist. He pushed his face into your neck. His nose was cold and he buried it between you and the pillow, resting his cheek and jaw on your skin. His breath was more rapid than it had been before, and you could feel the moistness of the tears still left on his face.
You tried to relax into him through breathing deeply. In and out. In and out. In and out. You closed your eyes and listened to his heartbeat, aligning your breathing to his.
Right as you were about to feel some relaxation and quite possibly start drifting off to sleep, you heard a murmur by your neck.
“Do you… need to leave tonight?”
You sighed. “I should.”
Loki tensed at your words. You spun around and lay face to face with him, trying to find his eyes in the dark.
“I mean, it’s the rational thing to do. I have no clothes and we need to get to work in the morning.” Loki stayed silent, but nodded gently.
“But,” you whispered and touched his chest. “I don’t think it’s the best thing for us right now. And quite frankly, I’m sick of always doing the rational thing. Some things are more important than duties.” You found Loki’s lips and as you planted your kiss, a fresh, salty tear was exposed. Had he been crying this entire time? “Well figure that out in the morning. Right now, let's just… try to sleep.”
You drew Loki into yourself, wrapping all your limbs around him and pulling his face to your bosom. His tears rolled onto your skin and he let out a soft sob. Relief. That’s what that sounded like. Loki’s hands travelling up your back sent a warm shiver through you and he flicked the comforter on top of you.
A moment later Loki broke the silence again. His voice was trembling, but he was not crying anymore.
“What if you… didn’t have to leave anymore?” You didn’t respond, trying to take in the meaning of the words, when Loki continued: “That didn’t come out right. I mean, in the future, what if we made it so that you didn’t have to leave this apartment?” Loki paused a second “Well, that wasn’t much of an improvement, norns. I mean… what if you..?”
“Had some of my clothes over here?” you offered.
“Yes. I mean no. That is… What if you had… all of them here?”
“You mean, like, move in with you?” you whispered, considering his words.
“Yes. Live, here… With me?” Loki whispered. You kissed him gently, inhaling his intoxicating scent. Loki returned your kiss as you pulled him to lay on you. His body glided against yours as both of your hands sought ever new ground to touch.From face to shoulders, back to chest, searching for as much as contact as possible. Lost in this embrace, you slid your leg up, opening yourself just enough that you felt him slide against your lower lips. His arousal was unnegotiable, and your wetness instant. Grabbing hold of your sides, he positioned himself with ease and his manhood began its slow repeated entrance into you. His thumbs dug into your ribcage and his fingers surely left imprints into your back as he forced himself to pace his thrusts into you, covering his tip and shaft in your juices half an inch at a time.
You felt delirious from his composed movements into your core. It pulsated hungrily, urging for a movement more rapid, more ferocious, more… You tried to pull him closer but instead Loki kept hovering over you. He released his grip around you, steadying himself with one hand on the headboard and the other next to you on the bed. You opened your legs widely and his manhood found a calm pace into you. Nothing of him touched you more than it needed, and his thrusts were not feeding your hunger but rather starving you further. You clamped down the muscles in your core and he grunted at the pleasure the augmented pressure was adding to his advancement, but made no move to change his approach.
You tried to reach for his chest, but your hands weren’t long enough. Suddenly Loki caught your eye line and you could see his piercing blue eyes in the dark, staring you down.
“Yes, Loki,” you whispered. His look enquired clarification. “I would love nothing more than to live with you,” you offered gently.. Loki paused his movement. A joy like you’ve never seen lit his face as he leaned in closer to you and let his body relax on you, propped up against one elbow. His hand sought your face and you enveloped him in your arms.
“Are you sure?” he whispered.
“Nothing would make me happier,” you whispered with tearful eyes. For the first time that evening they were tears of joy. Loki let out a relieved sigh, before kissing you over and over again, letting his cheerfulness result in tiny pecks all over your lips, that you responded to, chuckling merrily.
Finally Loki let his lips stay on yours and slowly withdrew from you, almost entirely. Then he perched your leg against his hip and re-entered you slowly from the new angle. You felt every moment of this plunge, as his manhood glided against the front of your entrance to make contact with the other wall and slid against it all the way up to the entrance of your womb. He retreated, only to repeat the plunge, slowly again, making sure to join his lower belly to yours in the final moments. The very end of his manhood burrowed into your opening in its final approach, sending heat from your opening up along your lips to your pearl. On his third plunge, he planted a sultry, languid kiss along your neck as he finished the approach with added speed. You gasped from pleasure and lost yourself to it.
He continued this, increasing his speed in tiny increments, bringing your core to a burn for him you had never experienced before. Right as you had become accustomed to the motion, he flicked his wrist and a burst of seidr elevated your lower half ever so slightly, making his next plunge into you send your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your back arching as you writhed in pleasure.
Loki plunged deeply into you, over and over, as your peek rushed over you, and right as you were coming down from it, he rode you to another.
“Oh my God Loki, “ you exclaimed, lost in the transcendence of his embrace. You tried to kiss him, to reach for his chest, perhaps his nipple, readying to switch position, when Loki gently placed your hand on his waist and shushed you.
“Let’s enjoy this first. There is no hurry,” he whispered and kissed your neck. “Don’t think about it, darling, just feel,” he whispered and thrust into you. “Just enjoy,” he whispered and continued his steady pace into you just as your core convulsed once more with heat. “Just… breath,” he whispered. “Focus on feeling me inside of you.”
Your eyes fluttered as his kisses took hold on your neck once more and you breathed in heavily, relaxing your aroused body into a steady rhythm. As he slid in and out of you, you focused on the motion and on enjoying his presence in you. You inhaled deeply and held your breath for a while, before releasing it softly. Again. And again.
Doing so, you could feel the blood flow increasing around your core and your body’s reactions to Loki’s movements became enhanced. Each thrust into you was felt more deeply, each part of your contact with him sending signals to your nerves. Inhaling deeply once more, you found yourself knocking on rapture once more. Release. Inhale. Hold. Release. Inhale. Hold…
You were not ready for what followed. You released your breath slowly. It started as they always did, with a tingling of the nerves, where a tiny eruption of kind began in the joining of your bodies in your core. But while it normally died out quickly, followed by a wave of relaxation that covered your stomach and thighs, this one kept building and building and building.
Loki ceased his movement and kept himself very still. His manhood pressed on the very same spot that it had touched to initiate this reaction within you. With your slow exhale, the explosion enveloped your core, releasing a burning heat wave that made time stand still.
And then. Hold. The real wave. The relaxation that began from your joining, flushing your core, your thighs, your lower back, your backside, travelling down into your toes and up your spine all the way to the nape of your neck and onto your cheeks. It enveloped you slowly, unrushed, in a magnificent tingle. Your entire body shuddered.
It was not the orgasm you were used to chasing, where your body rushed for one to get to the other, to finally stop when you were too sore to continue. This wasn’t just your core, hungry for more. No, this was your whole body reacting, releasing, relaxing. And as you pulled in another deep breath, the oxygen returning into your body sent out another wave of pleasurable relaxation washing over you.
And then Loki moved in you, ever so slightly, sending another burst out from your core. You clamped down on him.
“Stop, stay,” you whispered, holding your breath once more. As the wave burst you burrowed your head into his shoulder, trying to keep him and you as still as possible until finally plopping, entirely inelegantly on the pillow.
Loki adjusted himself slightly, but stayed hilted in you. You closed your eyes and searched for words but none came. In an attempt to say something you let out a dishevelled but entirely content “Ugh.”
Loki chuckled.
“Look darling…” he whispered, brushing his nose against your jaw. “I… can’t promise I’ll learn to talk and share in one fell swoop. But… I appreciate your promise to keep pestering me until I do.”
Loki turned your head to face him as he found your eyes. “And I promise in turn, to help you… silence your mind, once in a while and just… be.”
You smiled, made blissful by both his actions and his words.
“Deal,” you whispered as your lips joined in a tender kiss.
IT’S FINALLY FRIDAY PEOPLE and that means... mmmm, smut.
This is technically a Flufftober prompt, which I already wrote a short for here. . Day 4. Supporting Quirks/hobbies.
I was hard pressed to think what kind of a hobby Loki and Reader might share in, because I feel going too much into detail is hard to do when writing reader centric fics. So I quickly did the short this morning.
But, then it dawned on me. I do, in fact know, at least one hobby that most of my readers will absolutely see themselves doing. 😜
SO, here goes ;) This is a memory from your early days of courtship.
Flufftober Prompt 4: Supporting Quirks/hobbies.
Pairing: Loki x fem!reader
Word count: 1100
Warnings: It’s Friday so this is SMUT! Smutty smut smut. All the smut. So smut. Much smut. Wow. I blush at the smut. But also funny smut. But smut. And very fluffy. Fluffy smut (18+)
A/N: After the fall of the TVA a Variant of Loki managed to survive Thanos’ attack on the Statesman. After the events of Infinity War, he met you, and finally got his happily ever after. These are the stories of that ever after.
You were lounging on the couch, enjoying your cup of hot tea, entrenched in your favourite past-time - reading smutty fanfiction on tumblr. Perusing through the pages of your favourite writers, you had already caught up on three stories and found a rather hilarious one-shot about teasing.
Sipping your tea, you began to browse through some of your usual tags. Nothing new stuck out to you, although you did find some steamy bondage content that you might return to at a later point. It already had 4 chapters, so that was certainly promising. You clicked follow on the author.
What happened next was hard to explain. You didn’t know why the thought crossed your mind, but as it did you found yourself intrigued by it. Without further thought, you pressed the search icon and typed
”Loki smut”
Rule 34 and all that. Surely there was something about your God of Mischief on tumblr.
And boy was there! Thousands of posts, mostly by people who seemed to be very very turned on by his villainous side. And the amount of likes the posts had. It was almost frightful how many people out there imagined themselves with your Loki.
Or well, you knew it wasn’t your Loki, really. Just an image of something they had found arousing in him and had taken to another level. Far be it for you to judge someone on the very thing you had engaged in all afternoon. You rose slightly on the couch, perusing through the subject warnings. A lot of Dom, edging, pegging, BDSM, cockwarming, daddy… the list was a tad bit kinkier than you usually read, but you were curious.
Slinking a little ways back into the couch you selected a smutty one-shot that sounded promising. The writing was quite good, but you found yourself blushing horribly at some of the more explicit word choices.
You were a maid in Loki’s court and he had found you eyeing his figure one too many times.
”Please, my prince,” you cried, ”I meant no disrespect, honestly…”
”Silence, you mewling quim!” Loki roared and the magical constraints around you tightened. ”I will show you what happens when you defy me,” he muttered and ripped your maids clothes with his godly hands. He groped at your breasts hungrily as you whimpered in his grip. He drew in air and grinned.
”Naughty girl,” he whispered and stuck his fingers into your cunt. ”Is that all it takes to make you this wet?”
You jumped at the sudden sound of footsteps. Loki entered the kitchen and you hid your phone quickly next to you on the couch. You turned to smile at him and he smiled back, then turned to pour himself water.
”Are you thinking about dinner yet?” you let, trying to sound nonchalant.
Loki shrugged. ”A little later I think, we could order in.”
”Sounds good,” you replied and watched him disappear back into the bedroom.
You returned to your reading.
”You are mine, pet. And I will have you begging for my cock before long,” Loki purred as he slid his fingers into your cunt and bit down on your clitoris.
”My prince…” you moaned.
”Begging me to give you the release you so desire,” he growled, grabbing your ass and bruising it with his strong fingers.
”You will beg me to enter you, to fuck you,” he said, thrusting three fingers into your cunt. You moaned.
”And I will,” he continued, pulling his fingers from you and standing to face you. He pressed his hand around your throat and drew your face to his. ”But… only if you’re a good girl.” Loki’s grip around your throat tightened. ”Are you a good girl, pet?”
”Ye-yes,” you whispered.
”Good,” he purred. He released your throat and took a step back. Eyeing you from a distance he thrust his invisible magical cock into your mouth, having you gag at the enormous girth that nearly…
”Wait, magical what?” you mumbled under your breath. ”Can he do that…?”
“About that dinner,” Loki whispered, his mouth inches from your ear.
You let out a startled scream and the phone bounced in your hand.
“Oh darling, darling,” Loki exclaimed and jumped over the couch to sit next to you. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to give you a fright, I thought you heard me coming!”
Your heart was racing as you managed to turn off the screen on your phone and plastered a sweet and innocent smile on your lips.
“Oh, I must have been just… so deep in what I was reading,” you offered. Loki smiled, holding his own phone and showing you the restaurant he was looking at.
“Are you fine with sushi tonight?” he asked.
“Yes, yes, sure, what ever you like.” You were trying to calm yourself.
“I thought as much, but wanted to make sure.” Loki pressed the screen and sent the order. Tucking his phone into his pocket he turned to you and smiled.
“Must have been some read, you are flustered! Oh I truly am so very sorry for startling you, my dear,” Loki said and kissed you gently.
“Oh it’s quite… alright…” you murmured. Loki placed another kiss on your lips, parting them a tad bit more hungrily. You let out a soft moan as he leaned into you and pulled you into his arms. The kiss was intoxicating and you wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to pull him to lie on top of you. He resisted, catching your eyes instead. His look intimidated you.
”Are you begging me to enter you, pet?” Loki growled menacingly.
You pushed him back and shot a look of horror at him.
”What did you say?”
”Naughty girl,” he growled darkly, but was unable to mask his amusement and broke down laughing.
”How.. why.. how did you…?”
Loki laughed wholeheartedly at his own jest.
”You do know you’re still sharing your screen in the bedroom?” Loki grinned slyly and kissed your cheek.
Your face went crimson. Of course. You had been showing him pictures from your phone this morning and you had probably forgotten to….
Oh you idiot!
Loki leaned into you. ”Not the type of reading material I imagined you’d find intriguing,” he laughed and kissed you.
”I don’t really, I… it was the first time, I mean… it’s just a silly hobby,” you blurted at a loss for words.
”Well… perhaps we should explore this hobby further. Together,” he purred. His buttery voice sent chills down your spine as you struggled to take in the meaning of the words. Before you could answer, Loki rose and turned.
You were left sitting on the couch, mortifiyingly embarassed, watching Loki step elegantly towards the bedroom. As his incredible ass rounded the corner you pressed your head in your hand.
”And btw, I can absolutely do an invisible magical cock,” he called out cheekily out of sight.
You buried your face into the sofa pillows and screamed.
We’ve been around this block a thousand times. An MCU movie comes out, Tom Hiddleston is amazing in it, and the fans flock to fanfiction for a fresh fix. Then it subsides, until another amazing movie comes out where Tom Hiddleston shows us that not only does he just get hotter by the year (unfair!) Loki just is the richest character to draw from and will always be the go to for an incredible variety of fanfiction. And here we go again. And again. And again. And again. And...
To my lovely mutuals - and others - who write Loki: we are in the darkness now, but light is around the corner.
To my readers: I write for the darling few of you who still read and I live for your comments, reblogs and likes. You are the best ❤
Updated Masterlist here! Part three of “Green dress” is up on Saturday 💕
Waiting for the flood gates to be released come summer time.
Playing catch up, so two posts today :) This is a one shot, part of my “a memory” collection for Domesticloki. A couple of years after you met Loki, you are visiting Tony Stark’s family home. Loki and Tony are working on a project, while you, Pepper, Morgan and your toddler Geir are entertaining yourself otherwise.
Flufftober Prompt 3: Thick as thieves
Pairing: Loki x fem!reader & son Geir, Pepper x Tony & Morgan
Word count: 500
Warnings: none. Fluffy fluff fluff.
A/N: After the fall of the TVA a Variant of Loki managed to survive Thanos’ attack on the Statesman. After the events of Infinity War, he met you, and finally got his happily ever after. These are the stories of that ever after.
Enjoy <3
Tony and Loki were entrenched in their work. The new water pipeline from Canada to the drought areas was proving to be a little trickier to execute than initially planned, even with the help of the Asgardian tech Loki was providing.
“I think we might need to rethink the reservoir ideas here,” Tony stated and with long hand movements flipped through the files on his screen. “I think we had something here, when was that, a month, maybe three weeks…”
“Try 19-20 days ago,” Loki replied in assistance to his search.
“Ah, here.” Tony enlarged the document and they started to read the notes. They were hard focused on the work when a rustle around the corner caught their ears. Tony peered back, but saw nothing. Tony and Loki shared a look of amusement.
“I guess we could do with a break,” Tony whispered. Loki nodded in agreement.
Tony cleared his throat and bellowed: “I’m getting a bad vibe here, Reindeer Games. I think we might be surrounded.”
“That would be my assessment also,” Loki replied and peered at the assailants from the corner of his eyes, feigning an interest in the document at hand.
“Do you think we can take them, or do we need to call in reinforcements?” Tony asked, calling out into the room.
“I think the latter would be the best course of action,” Loki replied, whisking a walkie-talkie into his hand. “Avenger headquarters, do you read, over?”
The airways are silent. An amused snigger followed by shushing sounds could be heard from behind the stairs. Loki fought back his amusement, chuckling inaudibly.
Tony pulled up a schematic of the water system they were working on.
“Well I’ll be… the assailants have managed to infiltrate our security network. Clever girl…”
“Well Stark, what do we do now?” Loki asked dramatically.
“Prepare to fight, Reindeer games. And remember, take no prisoneeeeeers,” Tony screamed just as Morgan, Geir and Pepper rounded the corner, ready to strike. The little toddler Geir giggled like crazy and attacked Loki, trying adorably to play along in the game, tickling his leg. Morgan managed to tickle Tony a number of times, before being lifted into the air, screaming.
“Where is…” Loki peered around only seconds before being attacked by your tickles from behind. He jumped forward, letting out a squeamish noise that had Geir burst out in chuckles. You picked up the toddler and held him facing outwards, whispering in his ear.
“Tickle daddy.” Geir held out his hands as you started chasing Loki around with the rambounciously laughing toddler in your hands. Morgan, who was re-earthed, turned to Tony.
“Daddy, you’re on our team now,” she whispered.
“Oh, am I now? Okay. Are we the good guys?”
“No daddy, we’re the bad guys,” Morgan whispered.
“Oh, okay. Gotcha.”
Loki’s mouth gaped dramatically open and he widened his eyes. He gasped. “Betrayal? Is that how you play this game, Stark?”
“Evidently, yes. Sorry, Loki, but I have no choice than to… tickle you until you surrender. Let’s do this Morgan,” Tony declared. Loki started down the hallway, retreating from the attack, followed by Morgan, Tony and a wildly giggling Geir.
You chuckled good heartedly as Pepper turned to you.
“Ten bucks says they forget about the kids and battle that one out themselves.”
“Oh, I don’t take losing bets,” you laughed.
@flufftober
Updated masterlist for both “A memory”-collection and the “Domestic Loki” collection can be found here.
A Memory: The story behind the green dress part two
Pairing: fem!Loki x fem!reader, Lokixfem!reader
Description: This is a memory. I have a few ideas for these, and to keep the posts short and easy to read in a quick minute, I won’t build them too much in the text. I’m sorry for this one, that is a lie, because this completely ran away from me. You have been dating for almost a month. Part one is here.
Word count: 2600 (I know, I know, I’m sorry. But this story just ran away from me.)
Warnings: Smutty smut smut. Smut smut smut. So much smut. Smut. Hot smut. Oh and smut. But after the smut also feelings. A lot of feelings. Very angry feelings. You have been warned. (18+)
A/N: After the fall of the TVA a Variant of Loki managed to survive Thanos’ attack on the Statesman. After the events of Infinity war, he met you, and finally got his happily ever after. This is a story of that ever after.
You traced the scar along her breast deep in thought. It was the very same he had across his chest. Everything about her was him and everything about him was her. It baffled you, to see the complexity of this form.
“Is this… an illusion?” you asked, uncertain if those were the right words.
“No,” she purred, letting her hands wander along your thighs to your waist. “It’s hard to explain but… This is all me.” She slid her thumbs between your thighs and touched your wetted lips. “I can tell you all in detail some other time, but for now…”
She pulled you down for a kiss and squeezed your asscheek hungrily. A delirious heat from your lovemaking filled the space between you and you felt your dripping wetness smear against her belly. The kiss was intoxicating, blending in the tastes of the both of you. You cupped her breasts hungrily, your tongue lashing against her in a wild concerto of insatiable desire.
“Could you please… do that again,” Loki whispered, her voice drenched in wanton thirst.
“Again?” you whispered cheekily. You had already brought her to her peek multiple times, and quite frankly your jaw was sore as it was. But the novelty of it had you so entrenched that you pushed back any thoughts of such a minor inconvenience.
“Please,” she whispered. Her sultry plea was intoxicating.
You began tracing your kisses down her neck onto her breasts. Loki exhaled in anticipation as you traced your tongue around her nipple, letting your mouth wet it just enough. Tracing the areola, you wet your lips and enveloped the nipple, letting it slide unobtruded from your mouth, slowly and gently, only to catch it again and sucking on it with greater force. Loki squirmed under you, lightheaded by the stimulation.
While your mouth continued your labours, your hand crept slowly down her body, ghosting the skin of her stomach. She tensed in anticipation as your hand glided along her pelvic bone, down to her upper thigh, your fingers barely whispering at her entrance. You took your time, letting the anticipation build, all the while teasing her nipple. Loki’s grunts divulged a pained want, which you took great pleasure in.
“Please,” she pleaded again, her voice laced in yearning.
You slank your arm under her, placing your hand at the small of her back, forcing her leg to prop up. She grinded herself against your bicep, wetness smearing it instantly. Your hand released the breast it was cupping and you brought it down to grip her side, sinking your fingers into her waist. You dove between her legs, bringing your left hand from her back to prop up her thigh. You trailed your kisses along the inside of her thigh, licking her satiny skin and following your lick with a wet kiss. You made sure to stay meer inches from her wetness, entirely enticed with the play. Her pleas and wanton moans had your wetness dripping and your lower lips pulsated from your own hunger.
You brought your mouth in between Loki’s thighs and breathed hotly onto her.
“Please,” she begged, trying to thrust her core at you.
Not able to contain yourself any longer, you launched your tongue into her, eliciting a wild moan from Loki, who seemed moments from her peek simply from your initial touch. You flattened your tongue and traced her opening, letting it slide in as far as you could reach.
“You taste so good,” you whispered. You traced your tongue along Loki’s lower lips up to her pearl, as you freed your hand from her thigh. Your fingers found her opening and you pushed two of them in gently, letting her wetness lubricate them, before thrusting them deeper to find that spot you knew would send her writhing under your grip.
It took only moments from this that Loki arched her back, as her pleasure exploded. You dug your fingers into her waist, keeping her from rising and continued to thrust your fingers into her while your tongue pleasured her pearl. She jerked under your grip once more and you increased your force, changing the pace, entirely intoxicated by her cries.
You lost count after four, but continued your exploration for as long as you deemed necessary. Her cries melded together until you couldn’t really tell where one peek ended and another started. Ultimately Loki lay on the bed, biting down on the pillow she had covered her face with, still convulsing when you rose and planted a victorious kiss on her lower belly.
You lay down next to her, careful not to touch her.
“How are you so good at this,” you heard a muffled sound under the pillow. You chuckled. Loki threw the pillow aside and an entirely dishevelled face peered at you. Her hair, previously so pristine and well kept, was wild and tangled and her face tired but aglow from the exhausting pleasure.
“What, your other lovers never kicked your socks off?” you purred, entirely satisfied with your newly discovered capabilities.
“Well, truth be told I don’t think I’ve much used this form with female lovers. And men tend to rush over that part…”
“Mmm, tell me about it,” you whispered and rolled your eyes. “Although I have met a few exceptions.”
Loki shot you a sultry look, masking her jealousy poorly.
“Oh have you now?” she asked, sliding her hand to your waist, pulling herself closer to you.
“Yes. This one in particular, oh! The stamina! I mean, he would just get down there and set up camp until I couldn’t walk the next day. And when I tell you the things he did, my god! Had me writhing in pleasure I had never experienced before.”
“Oh?” she exhaled, grinding her teeth. “Well, what a masterful lover he must have been. Sorry you had to get rid of him.” Loki planted a trail of possessive kisses along your neck and shoulders.
“Oh I haven’t. We still see each other.”
“Is that so,” she whispered, softly caressing your side, sending tingles all over your body.
You let out a pleasured murmur. Loki continued to kiss you, but when you no longer responded to the conversation, she paused and froze mid kiss. It was then you realised the joke had gotten away from you. You had expected him to play along with the banter, but it had struck a nerve in her you hadn’t been expecting.
You cupped her jaw gently and made her face you.
“I’m talking about you,” you whispered and brushed away a strand of her raven hair.
“There is no one but you.”
“Oh.” Loki smiled meekly.
“Look, it was a bad joke, I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s quite alright, I think I… I’m being overly sensitive on this subject,” she whispered. Loki lay down on her back and before you could speak seidr enveloped her, returning him to his masculine form.
“Are you alright,” you whispered, blaming yourself for ruining the incredible evening you were having.
“Darling, it is quite alright. No need to worry about it,” he stated, trying to push it off in his tell tale style and grabbed your waist in an effort to pull you to his side.
“Loki…” you whispered, thwarting his arms and sitting up instead.
“What?” he retorted, now fully irritated. You were unsure whether you should poke this hornets nest or not. Well, you knew you wanted to, but you were debating whether to do it now or later. You pulled the covers to your chest and sat cross legged, facing him. He glanced at you, clearly agitated. He made no movement to cover himself in turn, but placed his arms crossed behind his head and stared up to the ceiling.
“There really is no need to inflate this matter any longer. You jested, I didn’t laugh, we can move on.”
“So you turning form had nothing to do with anything then?” you blurted, trying to hang a lantern at an obvious issue you felt needed addressing.
“I thought you needed to go?” he suddenly imploded and rose from the bed whisking on his silk trousers. Without looking at you, he disappeared into the kitchen. You huffed, scrambled off the bed, gathered the sheet around you and stomped after him.
“So that’s how this goes? You have no issues with me being vulnerable and insecure but the second we touch on something you haven’t quite figured out, you shut me out?”
It all came out far angrier than you had imagined it would.
“Please, darling, don’t make a fool of yourself.”
Your temper was well and riled now.
“A fool? I may be a right mess and riddled with anxiety, but at least I have a handle on it! I might not be able to stop it, but I sure as hell am not in denial about it.”
“And what exactly am I in “denial” about?” Loki retorted in a disgusted tone, emphasising his sarcasm with air quotes. You were enraged.
“Um, just off the top of my head your crippling fear of being excluded? Your incessant need for validation? Your mommy issues? Your daddy issues? Pick your poison! I mean you’re a walking mental health warning!”
As soon as the words had left your lips you regretted every single one of them. You wished someone would turn back time and prevent you from starting on this avenue of dialogue. While you weren’t saying anything that you didn’t think was true, this was not the time or the place, Loki was not in the right state of mind and you were not calm enough to bring this to him in the encouraging manner he needed to hear it.
You waited in fear, expecting Loki to scream at you, even possibly threaten you. But his reaction was quite possibly even worse. He righted his posture and turned to you slowly. His eyes were void of emotion as he stood in front of you, his face stoic and his countenance more menacing than you could have ever imagined him capable of.
“Well. If that is how you feel, there is nothing I can say to change your mind.”
With a flick of his wrist, he clad you in your own clothes. “You had best be going.” He stared you down with an icy glare.
You froze in place. Your head was spinning uncontrollably, trying to piece together the fractions of what had happened and why, and you were grasping at straws, trying to find a peaceful way out of this. Half of you screamed to run out, tears already welling in your eyes of the possibility that this had been it.
Loki turned away from you and started rummaging the fridge. You, finally finding the courage to act, stepped forward and slammed the door shut, placing yourself in front of him.
“No.”
It was all you could muster at the moment.
“Leave,” he spat with an elongated note, leaning into you with a murderous gaze.
“I said no,” you retorted, leaning forward yourself.
You were locked in a stalemate, neither refusing to budge. There would be no graceful way out of this.
“Do you not realise who I am? Do you not realise the danger you are in right now?” Loki bellowed in a booming voice that echoed in the sparsely decorated apartment.
“I don’t believe for a second you would hurt me,” you spat at him. Shock visited Loki’s face for a fraction of a second. He glared at you, nostrils flaring and you returned his glare, staying as strong as you could. Right as you were questioning whether or not he was considering harming you, he turned from you, releasing a brutish grunt. In his anger he released his magic, sprouts of green emanating from his hands, sending items in the room flying. As glass shattered around you and sparks from broken electrical wiring cut the air, you gasped from shock. He stood silently amongst the chaos and panted. Finally, he leaned against the kitchen counter.
While the initial shock of his outburst had scared you to no end, this, now… Him. Every inch of your being just screamed to envelop him in your embrace.
“I know you’re not used to this, but…” you mustered your courage and stood up straight, fighting back the tremble in your voice. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Loki continued to lean against the counter.
“You can scream, you can cry, you can throw anything you like, you can bring down your wrath and I will take it. But I’m not going anywhere.” You fought back the tears.
Loki still didn’t look at you. With some softness, you continued:
“I was out of line. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. And I want you to know, I am sorry. I truly am.”
Loki leaned his elbows to the counter and pressed his head in his hands.
“I have never. NEVER, met anyone like you. And not because you are an alien or a god or what not, but because you are you. I’m not here because you are Loki, prince of Asgard, God of Mischief, ruler of - whatever. I am here because you are you.” You spat your words angrily, but you had little control over your tone at the moment.
“Because you are good and kind and thoughtful and brilliant and witty and absolutely gorgeous. ,” you continued. Your tone was hilariously enraged as you spat the attributes through gritted teeth in an effort to stifle your tears.
“And the way you make me feel like when I am with you is like…” you gasped, tears welling in your eyes. You paused and gathered yourself.
“You claim to love me. You told me that you would be mine, always, if I’d have you. You told me that nothing has ever made you feel like I do. You told me that there would never be someone like me, that I am truly one of a kind.”
Loki stared at the counter, still not budging.
“Those are empty words. That’s infatuation. That’s romance, that’s early days. Love is easy when you don’t have to live in the real world. But true love is there for everything, and if you truly feel the way you say about me, then that means sharing all of you. Even the ugly parts, especially the ugly parts. Because no matter what you say, I promise you, I’m not going anywhere.”
“I will not push the subject. I will not force you to talk about anything you don’t need to. But if I see that you are running away from something I feel you would do better to face, you can be damn sure I am going to be right here, screaming at you, pestering yo-”
Loki stood up, flipped his hair and with two massive steps he was face to face with you, grabbing your head.You readied yourself to be thrown out, or screamed at or…
Until you noticed his tear stricken face.
“Oh do you ever shut up?” he spat, forcefully slamming his lips against yours. You slammed against the refrigerator as he kissed you, releasing his anger. You grabbed onto his waist and returned the kiss, your tears in turn travelling full force down your cheeks onto his hands. The kiss turned from angry to wistful and Loki slid his hand behind your head and the other onto your shoulder.
“I do love you, I do..” he whispered through the tears, and kissed you again. And for once you listened to the voice in your head and shut up. Instead, you took all you felt and made damn sure your kisses conveyed your sentiment.
🎉🎉Congratulations on 1k my dear. Well deserved. 🤗 Do you think you can do a fluffy piece with these prompts, please. And thank you. 🥰
6. Move over
99. We can't keep doing this.
You dropped your crown 👑, queen.
Hell yeah I can, especially for you 😘
Hope you like it <3
"Move over," Loki demanded, his stern look never straying from your eyes as he looked down on you.
"We can't keep doing this." you groaned in a huff, rolling your eyes at him, not moving a single inch.
"Why not?" he retorted, patting your thighs with the back of his hands for you to move.
"Because we can't." you dryly replied, standing your ground.
"Because is not a valid reason." he retorted, trying to squeeze himself next to with his body weight.
"Loki, I have to work. I can’t always take breaks just because you need attention." you protested as you pushed against him, trying to keep your seat, “And the chair is way too narrow for the both of us anyway.”
"But I want cuddles, I need them." Loki tried with all his might to sit on your office chair as well but kept slipping off the edge.
“Sounds like a you problem.” you averted your gaze back to the laptop screen in front of you. Loki puffed as he stood next to you again, trying to think of another way to get what he wanted.
“Well if you’re not going to move, then-”
“Then what?” you raised your brow at him challenging. His eyes narrowed and with a swift hand motion, your chair was pulled back far enough for Loki to seat himself on your lap. He stradled your lap instantly before you could even register what was happening.
“Loki, you’re constricting the blood flow in my legs. You’re too heavy.” you protested as you gasp for air under his weight.
“Sounds like a you problem.” Loki grinned mischievously, as he snaked his arms around your shoulders, nestling his face into the crook of your neck.
Flufftober day 5: “Oh no, you’re a Morning Person”
Today’s prompt was a bit challenging as I imagine neither Loki or fem!reader in my stories is much of a morning person. But, to facilitate I have instead again dipped into the pool of rambunctious energy that is uncle Thor, who I’ve always imagined to be much like a golden labrador in the mornings, with way too much energy for anyone's good, but just too damn cute to resent him for it.
So Loki and reader have decided to take a well deserved week away from everything, and travel to stay with uncle Thor in New Asgard. The very first morning, however, does not go as you have planned.
Flufftober Prompt 3: “Oh no, you’re a Morning Person”
Pairing: Loki x fem!reader visiting uncle!Thor
Word count: 500
Warnings: none. Fluffy fluff fluff.
A/N: After the fall of the TVA a Variant of Loki managed to survive Thanos’ attack on the Statesman. After the events of Infinity War, he met you, and finally got his happily ever after. These are the stories of that ever after.
Enjoy! <3
“Rise and shine, love birds, it is a beautiful day in New Asgard!” Thor barged into the room and tore open the curtains, releasing the always present and impossibly bright norwegian summer sun into your room. “I have a full day planned for us, first I have cooked us some breakfast, nothing fancy of course, just pancakes and bacon and hashbrowns and of course some berries and oh oh, this freshly squeezed juice that you are just going to love, you’re never going to guess the secret ingredient and…”
As Thor continued to ramble on you pressed your face into Loki’s armpit and pulled the pillow on top of your head.
“What time is it, brother?” a sleepy Loki mustered, lifting his hand up in a feeble attempt to guard his eyes from the sun.
“Oh, it’s six! Truthfully, I had planned to wake you an hour ago because I have so much planned for us, but I thought you might want a little bit of a sleep in.”
“Six is a sleep in?” you muttered into Loki’s armpit, and he flinched from your tickling breath.
“Really brother, you don’t have to go to any trouble for us, we are more than happy to just…” Loki started. He was cut off by the overzealous Thor, who interrupted gleefully.
“Oh, no trouble, I mean, it is a treat to have you visit and I have planned a lot of very interesting activities. I want to of course show you around the place, the King has made so many improvements since your last visit and..:”
“Please, make him stoooooop,” you whimpered as Thor droned on about his plans for you.
“I would if I could, dear…” Loki whispered and adjusted himself. “Regrettably, in my experience, once he gets this excited about something, there really is nothing to stop him…”
“And then I have planned a little hike, nothing long just a few, three, four, five hours max, a bit far maybe, but the view is absolutely worth it and..”
“Brother, might we… have a moment to dress?” Loki requested.
“Oh, oh, but of course, I actually need to.. Go check on the pie, I made this darling little blueberry pie, from blueberries I picked myself, you are absolutely going to love it, I..:”
“Brother…”
“Yes, yes. Of course. Come down when you are ready.”
As soon as Thor was through the door, Loki slammed it shut with his seidr. With another flick of his wrist he closed the curtains and pulled you into a cuddle.
“Oh thank God…” you exhaled, and burrowed your nose into Loki’s neck. You sighed blissfully and relaxed into him. That is, until a horrifying thought crossed your mind. You propped yourself against your elbow and looked Loki in the eyes. With horror in your voice you asked:
“Was that his plan for the week?”
Loki’s compassionate look confirmed your fears to be true. You didn’t need him to reply, but he shook his head and did:
“No dear. That was his plan for this day.”
“Noooooooooooo….” you cried, burrowing your face in his neck, as Loki tightened his grip around you enveloping you in a commiserating embrace.
Sorry, I’m late to the party, but I ofc need to partake in Flufftober! Because I’m pressed for time, I’ve decided to do short shorts of domesticLoki. If you are unfamiliar with the story so far, you are living a quiet suburban life together with Loki and your three two children.
Flufftober Prompt 2: “You’ve told your parents brother?”
Pairing: Loki x fem!reader
Word count: 325
Warnings: none. Fluffy fluff fluff.
A/N: After the fall of the TVA a Variant of Loki managed to survive Thanos’ attack on the Statesman. After the events of Infinity War, he met you, and finally got his happily ever after. These are the stories of that ever after.
Enjoy <3
You were cozied up on the sofa, resting in Loki’s arms. Geir and Frigga were both at slumber parties and you had the house all to yourselves. It was a peaceful moment after a long week, and you had planned to do absolutely nothing for the entire weekend. Who knew, it could be the final peaceful moment before you started the rat race of another baby year. Lounge wear, wool socks and TLC was all that was on the list and you sighed tucked away in Loki’s embrace, brimming with content. Both of you were transfixed to your screens. Loki caressed the tiny little baby bump that was finally starting to show and tapped on the phone.
Suddenly, you were pulled from your relaxation by Loki’s words.
“O-ou…”
“What?”
Before Loki had the chance to answer, a thundering roar filled the sky and the blinding rays from the rainbow bridge protruded through the window. A loud thud from your backyard told you all you needed to know. You rose with a grunt and threw Loki a look.
“You told him, didn’t you?”
“I…” But before Loki could finish a sentence, the door flew open. Thor stormed in, grin shining of joy, with a mountain of plushies in his arms and the house filled with his rambunctious roar:
“Brother! Sister! Nephew!”
“Thor,” you mustered to exhale happily, rising from the couch just quick enough for the both of you to be lifted in the soon-to-be-uncle’s bearlike embrace as he continued to ramble on excitedly about the newest addition to the family.
“Now, this one, he must be named Thor!” he exclaimed with a roaring laughter, not quite able to disguise a little hope behind his jest. Thor kneeled in front of the belly. “Isn’t that right, little Thor? Little Thory-thor,thor.”
As Thor continued to babble baby talk at the bump, you and Loki shared a look.
“You just couldn’t wait until Monday, could you...”
Sorry, I’m late to the party, but I ofc need to partake in Flufftober! Because I’m pressed for time, I’ve decided to do short shorts of domesticLoki. If you are unfamiliar with the story so far, you are living a quiet suburban life together with Loki and your three children.
Flufftober Prompt 1: Wearing each other’s clothes
Pairing: Loki x fem!reader
Word count: 440
Warnings: none. Fluffy fluff fluff.
A/N: After the fall of the TVA a Variant of Loki managed to survive Thanos’ attack on the Statesman. After the events of Infinity War, he met you, and finally got his happily ever after. These are the stories of that ever after.
Enjoy <3
Humming blissfully, you flipped the pancakes as Loki entered the kitchen.
“Y/N, WHYYYY?!” he cried. You knew exactly what he meant. You were wearing his dress shirt. You knew he hated it, but you couldn’t resist, wearing it made you feel so nice and cozy.
“You are going to stain it AGAIN, I wish you’d stop doing this…” Loki whined.
“Pish posh, I won’t st-” Right then a blob of baking grease flew from the pan, right on the shirt. You attempted an apologetic grin at your husband who exhaled pointedly, grinding his teeth.
“Loki, I…”
Loki held up his finger and bit his lips angrily. “Don’t,” he huffed, inhaling sharply. “Just, don’t.”
He stormed off. You knew better than to run after him, let him cool down and then you’d apologise.
Moments later, you could hear his footsteps returning. Without turning around, you started your apology.
“I’m really very sorry, I promise I’ll get it dry cleaned today so you can wea-”
As you spun around to face him, you were instead faced with her. All six feet of voluptuous her. While you normally welcomed him in his female form, this time, the sight of her made your blood boil. She knew exactly what she had done. With a shit-eating grin she stroke a pose. You wrang your mouth in anger and let out:
“Take. It. Off.”
“Mmm, oh this? Why, don’t you like it?”
“You know I like it, it’s my favourite dress,” you spat.
Loki sported your most beloved dress, a burnt orange number with forest green embroidery panels that made your backside pop and your bosom magically appear as if you hadn’t just had two children.
“Or is it because I look better in it than you?” she whispered, smiling a wicked smile. She knew she had hit the nail right on the head. As good as you looked in that dress, it angered you to admit she wore it better.
Right at that moment, Geir and Frigga came running into the kitchen, screaming of delight over breakfast pancakes. You turned around to hide your anger as Loki turned to greet the children.
“What a pretty dress, daddy, are you gonna wear that to work?” Frigga asked, smiling, the ray of sunshine she always was.
“Oh thank you dear, you know, I just might,” Loki answered happily, stepping towards you. She leaned against the counter, finding your eyes. “I. just. Might.”
“You. Are. Dead.” you mouthed silently and shot her a look to kill. Then, spinning around with a plate full of pancakes you exclaimed with faux chipper:
A Memory: The story behind the green dress part one
Pairing: Loki x fem!reader
Description: This is a memory. I have a few ideas for these, and to keep the posts short and easy to read in a quick minute, I won’t build them too much in the text. *edit* This is a lie. I have lied. This is looong.
You have been dating for almost a month.
Word count: 2600 (I’m VERY sorry for the length, but it needed all of these words)
Warnings: I don’t really know what warnings this needs. I’m sure it needs something. If you come up with a good one, please tell me. Kissing, adult themes (18+)
A/N: After the fall of the TVA a Variant of Loki managed to survive Thanos’ attack on the Statesman. After the events of Infinity war, he met you, and finally got his happily ever after. This is a story of that ever after.
You sighed heavily. The weekend had been amazing and your whole body yearned to stay safe in that bed, cuddling up to Loki. The world outside seemed insignificant and you resented the fact that you would have to pry yourself from his embrace and return to it. All you wanted was to just stay there, tucked away under the covers with him and tell the rest of the world to piss off.
But, unfortunately, the rest of the world wouldn’t stop just because you wanted it to.
“You can’t stop time, can you?” you whispered, playing lazily with the hairs on his forearm. Loki chuckled and kissed your shoulder, drawing you closer into his embrace.
“Regrettably, no,” he whispered and let his hand wander along your stomach, caressing it softly. “For that you’d need Strange.”
His voice trailed off at the mention of his name. Reality came knocking into your lovenest, reminding you of everyone you had lost in the snap. The guilt you felt for surviving reared its ugly head and you clenched your eyes shut, trying to rid yourself of the thought.
Loki kissed your shoulder and tightened his grip around you. You could feel his heart beating against your back and you focused on its rhythm, inhaling deep.
“Shame,” you said and brought his hand up to your mouth to kiss it gently. “That means I’ll have to get back to my apartment.” You lifted the covers and made to rise from the bed, the coldness of the room offending the skin that moments before had been warm and snuggly against Loki’s.
Loki grabbed your waist and drew you back down, enveloping you in his arms. “No…” he whimpered. His tone was pleading, not at all befitting of a once and powerful God.
“I know, I know, and believe me, I don’t want to,” you said, granting him the softest kiss you could muster. You once more rose and this time Loki didn’t try to stop you. He did, however, proceed to administer a disappointed grunt into the pillow your head had been on moments earlier.
You rummaged the room for items of your clothing, putting them on as you found one.
“I’m sorry, but we have work tomorrow,” you started, only to be interrupted by Loki’s plea.
“But that’s tomorrow.”
“And I can’t very well go in dressed in these,” you whispered, gesturing to your wrinkled and torn attire. You didn’t even remember when your skirt got torn in the first place. A deep sigh left your lips.
“If it is clothing you require, I can help!” Loki exclaimed, flicking his wrist at you. You gazed down, finding yourself dressed in green Asgardian leather.
“Well… as lovely as this is, I can’t really see myself pulling this off,” you chuckled. But you had to admit the breastplate did great things to your bosom.
“Mmm, I don’t know, I think it’s rather fetching on you,” Loki offered seductively.
“Another reason why it really isn’t work appropriate,” you retorted slyly.
“Mmm, perhaps,” Loki replied and flicked his wrist again. He had clad you in green see-through lace lingerie with delicate golden embroidery and impossibly high stiletto heals. You smirked and let out a chuckle.
“Much better,” Loki purred and drank you in. “Now what say you we continue this discussion,” Loki patted the spot beside him. “in bed.”
“Loki, please,” you said, trying hard to mask your own arousal. “I really do need to..”
Loki flicked his wrist time and again, putting you in the most outlandish of attires, all more flamboyant than the next.
“While I am enjoying this dress-up immensely,” you muttered, trying to pull at the horrible string concoction that was less underwear more a torture device until it permanently disappeared between your asscheeks, “I really do need to go home.” Loki flicked his wrist and returned you to your own clothing. He plopped down against the pillows dramatically and let out an annoyed huff.
You kissed him gently and took off into the kitchen. Loki followed you moments after, clad in silk lounge bottoms.
You poured yourself an orange juice.
“How does that actually work?” you inquired, referring to his miraculous wardrobe change. “Do you just… concoct them from thin air?”
Loki leaned against the counter and lay a lazy kiss on your neck. “No, I can not really make anything. I can conjure illusions, but for material things, I have….” Loki paused to search for words you would understand. “I have a… stash of sorts.”
“A stash? Where, in your pocket?”
Loki laughed. “Not really, no. It’s more of… a part of another dimension parallel to ours.”
“So you have a little pocket dimension full of things?” Loki chuckled and grabbed a glass of orange juice for himself.
“Sure. Let’s call it that.”
You pressed your hands against his naked chest and kissed it lazily. A whiff of him made you inhale deeply and you could feel yourself pulsating. You would have to leave very soon.
A thought occurred to you. “So.. those clothes. Why do you have them?”
Loki gulped down his orange juice and a frightened look visited his face. He masked it soon after and answered in his most alluring voice. “Whatever do you mean, my dear?”
“Clothing for women. Do you… just happen to have clothing for women in your pocket dimension at all times?”
Loki became stiff and fell silent.
“Or maybe they were an ex-girlfriend’s who just happened to leave her wardrobe in your pocket… dimension?” you offered playfully.
Loki shifted his weight, seeming quite uncomfortable, grasping at words.
“Or is this is your play then, to woo women? Your party trick?” you stated. You meant it to come out much more lightly but the pang of jealousy you felt was ill masked.
“Darling, I…”
“No,no, it’s fine, I mean, gods, you’ve lived what, a thousand years..”
“Well, more like fifteen hundred, but..”
“So, I mean you obviously have a past. I mean we all have. You of course have much much … much… more in your past, but..”
Your brain suddenly flooded with images of Loki’s possible previous amorous contacts and you felt horrible. Loki looked at his orange juice like a beaten down pup. You felt a pang of guilt for your outburst.
“I.. I’m… I’m sorry, this is not…”
“Look,” Loki said with an eerie serenity. “I am what I am. And I’ve done what I’ve done. I can’t really change that.”
“I know and I really didn’t mean to…”
You paused mid-sentence as Loki set down his glass and took your hands in his. He let his thumb softly caress the back of yours, breathing in deeply.
“You are allowed to feel unease at things you don’t fully know the truth of,” he whispered. “And should you wish it, I promise to divulge each and every detail to you, if it will help you understand that…” Loki brought your hands to his mouth and planted a languid kiss. “Nothing has ever made me feel the way you do.” He sought your eyes and the sincerity in his gaze made your heart melt. “There never was and never will be anyone like you,” he whispered and cupped your face, kissing you softly. Pulling away he pressed his forehead to yours and breathed you in. “You are truly one of a kind,” he whispered. You closed your eyes and pushed your insecurities aside and tried to open your heart to his words.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered.
“You have nothing to feel sorry about,” he retorted and turned to his juice. “In all honesty, you being forward of your fears makes it… easier for me to perhaps… speak mine.”
You placed your arms around his waist and softly turned him to face you.
“I am sorry. I need to… Learn to think a second before I react and blurt out whatever half-brained sentence comes out. But I promise, nothing in your past will ever change how I feel about you in the present. I can’t promise I won’t take a beat to digest it, but the fact is… I care for the person standing in front of me, just as you are now. And everything in your past has led you to who you are now.”
Loki smiled and drew you into his embrace. “Truly, one of a kind.”
Okay. Good. Now leave. Leave it at that, don’t… don’t you say it.
“Was there something… in particular you wanted to talk about?” you whispered, pressing your face against his naked chest.Your anxious overthinking mind started it’s laps again.
“It can wait. You needed to take leave,” he murmured and kissed the top of your head. You felt unease at the thought of leaving at the moment. You turned your head and sought his eyes.
“No, it’s… I mean, I can.. Please, just, tell me. We have all the time in the world, really.”
Loki started playing with a lock of your hair. He tensed in your embrace.
TELL ME!
Loki sighed heavily. “It’s not so much a thing in my past as it is… perhaps…”
You tried to silence your head and give him room to form his thoughts. Your mind raced with possibilities of what it could be he was about to say and you tried to focus on your breathing. It felt as though the world was spinning.
“I fear… it might be a bit… much to accept.” You let out an anxious breath.
“Well, we won’t know before you tell me,” you blurted instantly regretting your choice of words. “I mean… I promise to keep an open mind about it.”
“I don’t really.. I mean. Look, I don’t really care what people think about me, truly,” Loki said and turned to put away the orange juice and glass. “That is… I haven’t really cared. Until now.”
Trying to feign indifference, you plopped to sit on the counter. Your head was screaming and each second of this conversation was agony. You felt like screaming at him to say his peace, but contained yourself just enough. Trying to sound nonchalant, you muttered: “I mean, if you don’t care what anyone thinks, then it really doesn’t matter. Just tell me.” You were sure your indifference was as unconvincing as it felt.
Loki leaned his head down and mustered his courage. He flipped his head back, bringing his raven mane in a glorious swoop over his head and turned to you.
“Alright, here goes.” You tried to keep your countenance as neutral as possible, but inside you felt the anxiety build up.
“The clothes. They aren’t for other women. They… are.. For me.”
You didn’t know what you were expecting, but this was certainly not it.
“Oh… OH… I mean.. I don’t really… okay, okay.”
Your voice in your head was screaming at you to stop talking.
“So… you like to dress in women’s.. Clothes sometimes?” you offered gently.
“Well, yes and no. There’s a bit more to it, I… I like to, I think your term is... present as a woman sometimes.”
“Okay, okay… I mean.. I think that’s… great and… I mean if it’s something you like then.. I don’t.. I mean I haven’t really… This is very new to me and.. That is not to say I judge it in any way, I just, I don’t… I’ve never…”
Oh my GOD just stop RAMBLING!
You took a deep breath and jumped down from the counter. “Look. What I mean to say is, thank you, for sharing this about yourself. I won’t pretend to know the full extent of what you are saying, but I am glad you felt comfortable enough with me to say it.”
Loki’s expression was extremely confused. “Are… are you sure?”
“Yes, my god, yes, I mean. I’m…I’m sorry for not being able to form a coherent sentence here, but this, I mean…We all gooooood.”
We all good? What the hell is the matter with you!
Loki looked at you and for a split second he didn’t know what to make of it. Then he burst out with a good hearted chuckle
“We all good?” he repeated in between the laughs.
“We all goooooood,” you repeated, laughing at yourself.
Loki opened his arms and you dove into his embrace, feeling relieved that the tension had finally been broken.
“Oh you silly little thing,” he whispered as he squeezed you closer. “I adore you.”
You turned your face upwards and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Being in his arms felt so very secure, and now that your anxious overthinking had somewhat subsided you were able to appreciate him again. Parting from your lips Loki whispered:
“Would you mind if I… “
“If you want to, I mean…Of course!”
You took a step back and Loki exhaled pointedly.
“Ready?” he asked, trying to play it off as playful banter, but his fear was blatantly obvious.
“Absolutely,” you answered all too chipperly.
Loki began to envelop himself in his magic. The green light surrounding him began to alter his appearance, gradually shifting it from his masculine form into his female one. As the last whispers of seidr dissipated, you were face to face with her in all her amazonian like glory. Her lean muscular body was as slender as his had been and as she shifted her weight from one leg to another, the movement was identical to his, all be it perhaps a little more smooth and elongated.
She was by all accounts gorgeous which shouldn’t have surprised you as she was every bit as elegant as a woman as he was as a man. Her skin bore his own pale complexion and her raven hair flocked down her sides. Her emerald green dress hugged her form, leaving no room for the imagination, the outlines of her muscles clearly visible as if the dress was barely there. The dress by the way that was peculiarly familiar. It took you a second, until you realised it was the very dress he had offered you when he first asked you out for a drink.
“So,” Loki asked timidly. “What do you think?”
“I think… that I am very very angry at you.”
A pang of fear shot across her face and you hurried to continue your meaning.
“I am angry at how much better that dress looks on you than me,” you continued with a sly smile. Loki giggled softly and you couldn’t help but bring your hands to her waist. Tracing the outline of her silhouette, you brought your hands from her waist to her face and marvelled at the softness. Her jaw, her plump lips, her cheekbones, her eyebrows… It was all Loki, all of it, just a slightly different form. Everything about him was now her only… a much softer form. In all honesty, you weren’t prepared to be as drawn to her as you were. Everything was still him, only... different. Except the eyes… the piercing blue eyes, they remained completely unchanged.
As did her height. You found yourself having to tippy toe to lean over and kiss her. A wave of pleasure washed from your lips coupling and her hands, having found your lower back, pulled you against her, the soft fabric of her dress easing the movement and making the motion so elegant, so effortless that you found yourself incredibly turned on by the simple act of gliding against her.
You had meant the kiss to be far more innocent but the softness of it all drove you to attack her lips with much more force than intended. Your hands trailed onwards to her hair, gripping a hold, driving the fervour of your kisses. Her hands travelled further down, pulling you upwards from your bottom as she leaned over you to facilitate the height difference. Your other hand travelled down the satin bodice and cupped her breast, marvelling at its form.
Suddenly Loki pulled an inch from your kiss, yet still not releasing her grip.
“I thought you had to leave?” she panted.
“Oh I don’t care, I’ll just wear whatever tomorrow,” you blurted and dove back to kissing your lover. You really couldn’t care less about your clothes, but did however decide it was time to release Loki of hers.
