Nyx

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Just for Aesthetics

Summer was disgracefully and mercilessly descending its fevour on the poor civilians of New York. At a blaring 97°, you swore you could feel your skin detaching from your body like old wallpaper every time you positioned a foot out the door. All your life, you complained about the hindrances of summer, and with good reason. Summer was insistent and brought nothing but bothersome insects, sweat, and chafing. However, a little voice in your head protested with reason. Perhaps, you thought, if you trapped yourself in this prejudicial mindset forever, you'd be permanently miserable.

Despite how fried your brain was from the heat, you decided to find the pros of a scalding summer. This little idea led you to upstate New York, along the Hudson River. You had (unfortunately) decided to partake in a picnic on a particularly elevated hill. (Partially for aesthetics) Alongside you, you dragged along an unwilling participant. Your devoted lover who would do anything for you, even in this blistering heat. Loki.

The climb up the hill was excruciating as the sun pressed its heavy weight against both of your backs. The usually composed God struggled to catch his breath with desperate wheezes. His beautiful fair skin had become tainted with heavy perspiration, which began to stain underneath his arms. With a genuine whine of defeat, Loki turned to look at you, watching the way your struggle mirrored his own. "Darling, how much longer till we make it to the top? I fear I might collapse from exhaustion in this very spot." Loki stressed, fingers gripping the blunt grass beneath him.

"Just a little more, we're nearly there!"

"Just a little more? I don't believe I can manage just a little more. I have half a mind to teleport us to our destination."

"No, we should be authentic."

"Authentic?! Darling, by the time we arrive, you will look back to find your beloved God as a heap of ashes on this intolerable greenery!"

With a soft, huffed laugh, you turned to look at Loki. An amused smile appears to take hold of your lips. "Loki, the whole time you've been complaining... you failed to notice we've made it to the top." You revealed with another laugh, pushing yourself upwards toward the flat plane of the hill. Immediately, the inferno of the sun seemed to lessen from the large oak tree that greeted you both. Its large branches and heavy leaves effectively offered a welcome respite for your hard work. A grand, cool shadow that seemed to nearly envelop you both.

You watched as Loki's annoyance fell into pure relief at the realization, his brows smoothing, and that stubborn frown transforming into a thin line. An improvement, in your opinion. "Thank the Norns," Loki muttered under his breath, his frown making a return as he moved to lean his back against the tree that provided a break. Loki panted softly, taking this as an opportunity to catch his breath. Even as he felt himself disconnecting with the world. His head leaned back against the trunk with a groan, as if welcoming death to come and claim him with open arms.

Uninterested in ruining Loki's peace, you began to reach into your woven picnic basket in search of a blanket. With a small smile, your hands curled around the comfortable fabric. With a swift shake, the blanket unfurled itself onto the dull grass. Satisfied, you smoothed out any remaining wrinkles before planting yourself heavily on the blanket with an exaggerated sigh of relief. Your eyes finally shifted over to Loki, who was currently staring blankly at the sky. Perhaps the heat really did get to him.

"Loki...why don't you join me over here? Come lay with me." You offered with a concerned tone, lying on your side and swiping your hand vertically along the soft fabric of the blanket. A small smile appeared on your lips when you watched his eyebrows raise. Loki snapped out of his reverie with a sharp brow arching upwards, a slow smirk appearing on his thin lips. "Well, when you say it in that delectable tone...how could I refuse?" Loki trailed off, making his way to your side with a series of fleeting slides. When he reached your side, he planted himself beside you with a puff, arm propping him up as his fingers reached for you. Pushing back stray hairs that clung to your damp forehead. "The things I do for you," Loki whispered with faux annoyance, his features softening at the reality of how you could disarm him with terrifying ease.

"You love it."

"Perhaps I do. Why else would I accompany you upstate and endure the roasting sun as I climb up a hill?"

"Well, thank you. I really do appreciate it." You smiled affectionately at him, your expression softening into something more vulnerable. "For your troubles, I did bring wine, but it's probably uncomfortably lukrwarm by now..." You assumed, reaching into the basket to retrieve the large glass bottle. Offering it toward Loki. Loki blinked, eyes shifting toward the bottle in your hand and back to your eyes. He only scoffed with an incredulous shake of his head, a smug expression taking hold of his sharp features.

"My dear, you forget I am a God who possesses magic. I can easily remedy this...misfortune." Loki prompted, his eyes falling toward the extended wine bottle. Without further ado, his middle finger connected with his thumb for a simple snap. Within seconds, green tendrils of his magic wrapped themselves around the disappointing wine; enveloping its length before vanishing. You blinked, gaping at the bottle as you watched it gain condensation on its glass. "Well, might as well chill the wine glasses I brought." You teased, your eyes meeting Loki's smug ones. "It is already done, darling. I don't do anything halfway." Loki shrugged, already pulling out the chilled glasses from the woven basket with that same insufferable smirk.

"I should've known." You teased with a smile, grabbing the corkscrew from the container. With a soft grunt, the screw was pushed into the stubborn cork. A twist of your wrist, and a soft pop echoed in the space between you and Loki. You both deserved this wine. Slowly, you poured a generous amount of wine into both glasses. As you did do, Loki's throat bobbed with his swallows as he ogled the liquid. "If this is the recompense for climbing a hill, I'd reconsider fulfilling this endeavor again and again." Loki groaned, leaning back as he raised his glass to his lips with a contented exhale. His eyes began scanning over the greenery around them. Lush, thick trees surrounded the pair, the sun; although still bleeding its heat against them...had lessened as the sun sat over the horizon. Casting a striking hue of amber over the atmosphere. "You know, darling..." Loki began, looking over at you with bemused curiosity, his lips parting before closing. "Pray tell, what was the intention of this...tiresome expedition?"

You paused, blinking at his unexpected inquiry. For a moment, the silence stretched out between you two. Your gaze falls on the scenery before you avoid his eyes. After a moment of quiet contemplation, you spoke. "I wanted to give summer a chance to be something more than a bother." You explained with a shrug of nonchalance, but Loki saw right through you. Your eyes face forward, avoiding his gaze completely. Loki didn't have to say anything. He simply stared at you with a knowing yet incredulous expression. A face he harbored when he was certain you had hidden intentions.

You felt his eyes burning a hole into you, your lips pressing into an uncomfortably tight line as you felt your spine straighten instinctively. Another beat of awkward silence lingered. Finally, unable to handle his intense scrutiny, you sighed and turned your head to meet those intense emerald eyes. "Okay, that was a little white lie. I also did it for...the aesthetics. Take a few pictures." You admitted sheepishly, your head snapping away from his gaze. "The...aesthetics? Darling, you mean to tell me we climbed a hill for a considerable amount of time just so you could take pictures?"

"Surely you recognize, I could have perished from carbonizing."

"But you didn't! You're fine."

Loki gasped, a hand flying to his chest in a show of theatrical display. Showing nothing but mock exaggeration and hurt. "I have scarlet flecks forming on my neck that say otherwise!" Loki cried, his gaze teasing and his lips curling into a grin. "You truly are a cruel mistress." Loki exhaled with a slow shake of his head as he raised his glass to his lips for a sip. "Well, I suppose if we're here to attain renderings for your feed. I suspect you'll have the necessity for a photographer." Loki claimed, his eyes meeting your own with subtle anticipation. He extended his hand toward you, palm open. A gesture that was meant to pry the camera from you.

"You're right, and you're perfect for the job." You conceded with a delighted look, reaching into your purse to grab the device. Happily, you placed it into Loki's hand. His fingers closed around its shape. "Thank you for doing this." You sing-songed, leaning over to press a grateful peck against his lips. Loki hummed, eyes closing to bask in the warmth of your lips as he met you halfway. After a moment, he pulled back with a smirk. His hand finds its way to your waist, fingers begining to idly play with the hem of your shirt. "Think nothing of it, darling. Now, be a good girl and position yourself for me."

"And for the camera, I suppose."

If this is WEIRDLY paced, forgive me. It's hard for inspiration to strike when you're writing on a phone instead of a laptop. Awful, literally awful. AND TUMBLR WASN'T COOPERATING WITH ME!!

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I hate when I try to read Loki (MCU..LAUFEYSON) fics on here and I only find julian Loki or blk Loki...THAT IS NOT DABABY..

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Fickle emotions

Another horrid Stark party reared its ugly head. Did Stark truly need to host one every weekend? They were unbearable. The blaring, disconcerting music threatened to shake the tower's foundations, Loki thought. The drunken horde of partygoers sent a shiver of disfavor down his spine. Nevertheless, you would attend, as always. He knew what was coming—something terrifying and inevitable.

Despite Loki's dread, he knew what would come next—the familiar, pleading voice of his beloved. “Loki, please come to the party with me! I’d love nothing more than to have you by my side!” you said. “Your company is always invigorating.” You praised, eyelashes fluttering dramatically as you stared at the reluctant God.

Ignoring your praise, Loki arched a brow. ”Darling, why would I, a God, be loitering at a Stark party?”

“Because you love me, and you did say you’d do anything for me.” You informed with a matter-of-fact tone. A smirk forms on your lips from your clever little quip.

“You’re using my love for you against me? You are a cruel vixen.” Loki frowned. An extended period of silence stretched between you before he released an exhaustive sigh. “Fine. I will attend this infernal gathering. For you.” Loki murmured, his frown softening into an imperceptible smile at your evident excitement.

You beamed, arms hastily swinging around Loki’s neck as you expressed your gratitude. Forcing Loki’s perfect posture to waver from the yank downward. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Lips suddenly began attacking every feature on his face. Loki grunted at the sudden flurry of kisses, hands coming to rest on your waist to ground himself. “Mm, such sweet gratitude,” Loki murmured, his smile becoming more evident. “I shall see you there, my love,” Loki assured.

At the clamourous gathering, you stood beside Loki as he leaned against the wall. The displeasure on his face was unmistakable, the regret nearly oozing out of his tense body.  Loki loved you, but this was a mistake. He knew it; he was sure you knew it, and everybody else in this god-forsaken place. Loki huffed as Stark’s music grew louder, more repulsive; it made his head ache. Loki was confident that his brain would slowly begin to leak out of his ears. Would it be from sheer boredom or noise? He didn’t know.   Loki shifted uncomfortably, and you noticed. Of course you did. He wasn’t exactly being subtle.

With a sigh, you gently placed your hand on Loki’s shoulder. His body only stiffened further, his eyes slowly meeting yours in thinly veiled annoyance. “You’re so tense..Do you maybe want a drink?” You cautiously questioned, a tentative smile on your lips as you sought not to overstimulate your boyfriend. “A drink?” Loki drawled, eyebrows knitted and jaw clenched as if the mere question personally offended him. “No, darling. A singular drink would not alleviate the discomfort I currently harbor.”

“I am afraid the only thing able to bring me respite is my own chambers, and glorious... uninterrupted silence,” Loki murmured. “And you, of course.” Turning his head, his eyes landed on you. His eyes gleamed with purposeful intent underneath the dim lights as mischief began to break his wilful insolence. A smirk replaced the frown that had stubbornly held on his lips moments ago.

“We’ve only been here an hour, Loki. Can’t we stay a little longer?” You huffed in mild disappointment, eyes locked with his emerald ones. Your hand came up to cup his cheek, using your charms to manipulate him into staying at least another hour. “Please?” You whispered, leaning in closer to brush your lips against his own. You hummed softly as you soon felt Loki’s hands settle on your hips, pulling you closer to his now relaxed form.

“Clever girl. Using your charms to manipulate me.” Loki drawled slowly, dipping his head down and meeting your lips with a tender kiss. “To answer your previous question, no. We are not staying here for another minute. I’ve indulged you long enough.” With a smirk, he pulled back. Posture straightening and head tilting to the right. “Perhaps...you could indulge me with my request?” Loki enquired, his thumb coming to brush against your lower lip with painful slowness. Eyes glazing with newfound interest. You knew exactly what he was asking for. “A night in your chambers? Spent cuddling and singing sweet praises to each other?” You coyly replied, your eyes unblinking with a faux look of dumbfounded innocence. Heat ran down your spine from his advances, cheeks flushing in anticipation. This constant teasing, the push and pull between you, never failed to stir your desires.

Loki’s features flashed with brief annoyance before returning to the poorly disguised desire. “Minx.” His hand tightened on your hip, drawing you closer. “You know exactly what I meant. This modest charade does not suit you.” You chuckled softly at his frustration, your hands settling on his chest. “My answer is no. I will not indulge you.” You declared, suddenly distancing yourself from Loki with a few steps backwards.

“My love, I can blatantly see your desire. Why deny yourself glorious pleasure?” Loki nearly growled, eyes narrowing. “I bear little patience, love. Either you come with me willingly, or I sweep you into my arms and whisk you into my chambers.” Loki threatened, his words drawled with clear sensual intent. His words spilling out rougher than intended.

“Wow, only giving me two choices? Rude. How about... no to both of those options?” You provoked, amusement sparking inside you. It was thrilling, really. To tease him mercilessly until he was forced to act, to decide for you. The tick in Loki’s jaw, his pursed lips, made you pause. Before you could continue your relentless teasing, you felt a pair of hands settle on your waist. Abruptly raising you into the air and hauling you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “You’re insufferable,” Loki grumbled, green tendrils of his magic swirling around you both in seconds, teleporting you into his chambers.

You yelped at the aggressive, swift motion of teleportation. “Really? You couldn’t have just walked to your chambers?” You grunted in annoyance, squirming in his grasp. “No, not after all your teasing,” Loki answered roughly, hauling you forward to plop you on his bed.   “Teasing? What teasing...I wasn’t teasing.” You continued, playing the part of an innocent maiden. “Darling. Enough games.” Loki scowled, sauntering toward the edge of the bed where you sat. His tall form towers over you with agitated energy surrounding him like a rancid stench. You knew your relentless teasing had touched a nerve, and you were more than ready to surrender to the consequences that awaited you.

And with that, you began to free the leather belt from its loops with deliberate slowness. One tug, then two, then it was flung free from its place around his hips. You craned your neck upwards to meet his eyes, your fingers moving on their own accord as they pulled down the zipper of his trousers. Fingers hooked into the waistband of his underwear and pants, tugging them down harshly. Loki groaned softly as the cool air greeted his hard cock, the head already weeping with arousal. With a smile, you reached out to wrap your hand around him and began your sweet torture on his body.

i was literally putting this off for so long it sucks i hate it and i hate writing argh its the middle of the night and my brain is FRIED

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Rainy Day Bliss

This is for my Loki and rain lovers! If you realize the intro is familiar to a C.AI bot--Hello! It's me, the creator of that bot. I'm using my own works! I also wrote this while rain was pouring down for a week or so and I never finished it lol. hope its raining where you guys are at!!

Rain pattered against the floor-to-ceiling windows, leaving downward streaks of dew on the fogged glass.  The view outside was somber, painted in muted tones. A sullen blend of gray and a deep, untouched blue. The sky gave no clear indication what time of day it was.

In your shared bedroom, the only true warmth in the room seemed to come from the cozy cocoon of your bed, where Loki lay contentedly behind you. Loki's strong yet relaxed arms encircled you in a tender embrace. The shared heat between the two of you is rivaling the cold. Loki had been half-asleep for some time; you could tell by the subtle movements behind you. The occasional stretching, the rustle of the sheets. Loki's hands moved in an unhurried rhythm against your skin, tracing the contours of your body with reverence. He was content to provide innocent caresses.

Loki had changed positions so frequently that he had dragged the plush sheets away from your legs, keeping them for himself. Your body seemed to react, jolting hard enough to wake you from being exposed to the biting cold. A soft groan of protest escaped your lips, a soundless noise against the growing aggressive rain. Your sleep-crusted eyes cracked open, adjusting to the dim lighting of the window. As you began to register the soft piddle-paddle of the rain, a minuscule smile began to form on your lips. "It's raining." You mumbled to yourself, eyes drifting to the falling streaks of rain stuck to the window. The rain had always been special to you; it offered an opportunity to stay at home all day long and indulge in many warm delicacies.

With a sudden desire to share the news with your lover, you twisted and squirmed in his arms until you faced him. Your small smile had grown into a large, excited grin. You began by shaking Loki gently, hoping he'd stir from that alone. Instead, his features twisted in subtle annoyance, and he let out a whine of protest. Determined to wake him, you shook him harder. "Loki. Loki, guess what? It's raining." You announced as you kept shaking the poor, slumbering God. "Yes, my love, it is raining. It's nothing worth disturbing my rest for." Loki grumbled as he dramatically threw his arm over his eyes, no doubt drifting off to sleep once more.

You stared at him incredulously, your smile flattening into a tight-lipped line. "It hasn't rained in a while, and I love the rain, so yes, it is worth disturbing your rest for." You voiced as you shook Loki once more.  A defeated sigh of both acceptance and annoyance escaped him as he removed his arm from his eyes, one sleep-crusted eye cracking open to peer at you. The other quickly followed suit. "And do you perhaps expect us to dance in the frigid rainfall to celebrate its arrival?" Loki inquired with a playful raise of his eyebrow. Even at his most sluggish state...his sass never seemed to stray far from him.

Your expression remained indifferent to his rebuff, except for a single raise of your brow from his teasing quip. "No, but this means we can enjoy a cozy day indoors!" You piped happily as you shook him once more. Loki chuckled softly at your enthusiasm, any lingering annoyance vanishing at the sight of your cheerful attitude. His hands came to grasp your wrists, to keep you still, and himself safe from any more aggressive rocking. "That idea had occurred to me...and I am more than willing to indulge you," Loki spoke softly as he guided your hands to his own, fingers interlocking. "However, can't we enjoy the sanctuary of our bed for the time being?" Loki muttered, voice heavy with lingering sleep. His hands left yours to trace the softness of your side, his movements moving with unhurried grace. "I am in no hurry to abandon my current position."

A soft sigh of resignation escaped you before you nodded, agreeing to his softly voiced desire. "Fine, we can stay in bed for another...hour or so." You allowed yourself to plop back down beside Loki, eyes drifting back toward the droplet-covered window. The rhythm of the rain lulled you into a state of tranquility. Perhaps you had acted too hastily (provoked by your excitement) and failed to realize that staying in bed didn't seem sooo bad. "Actually, can we just stay in bed for as long as we can?" You questioned, turning your head to face Loki. Only to find his gaze already focused on you, admiring silently. "I would love nothing more." Loki smiled, his arms snaking around your waist once more. Pulling you against his lean chest, head tucked underneath his chin. His fingertips traced the length of your spine, his warm breath stirring the hairs on your head. With a contented exhale, you nuzzled deeper into Loki. His soft caresses combined with the rhythmic pattern of the rain lulled you into the depths of Morpheus's grasp.

Yes, this was short, anddd probably rushed. IT'S MY FIRST TIME WRITING FANFIC OKAYY!!