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My breath caught. I hadn’t realised Veridian felt such a way towards me but for him to kneel before my feet, his sword hilt offered to me, it was the deepest display of love for a knight. He had planned this whole little event, my little garden was covered in eccentric flowers and the fountain we’d just had installed only cemented the romantic display.
My heart soared with hope and joy as he renewed his vows of servitude, not to his reigning monarch but to the princess he was tasked to protect. Gods, how could I face mother? She would be furious if she discovered Veridian had changed his pledge of allegiance from her service to me. But his crimson eyes met mine and it all disappeared. Mother wishes to wed me to some unknown lord outside out kingdom but I fear Veridian is unburdening me in this moment, gazing into my eyes as a lover would.
“My princess,” Veridian whispered, his voice a low timbre, not pressuring but anxious to hear my response. He was worried that he would overstep, worried that he had stolen my breath and rendered me mute. Gods above, those blood red eyes, so full of adoration and understanding undid me where I stood.
I’d dreamed of those eyes endlessly every night for months – perhaps years. Even when he was stationed outside my door at night, taking the early shift to ensure I was safe before switching with the General at dawn to rest.
“I don’t understand,” I stammered, staring with wide eyes down at the man I loved, watching as he knelt, happy to do so for eternity if it would make me happy. His posture was rigid like a statue, awaiting my verbal confirmation that I wanted this. Wanted him.
“Let the gods bask in my adoration for you, starlight. I pledge my sword, here and now, to your service for as long as you will have me,” Veridian spoke firmly, his eyes dark and unyielding as he spoke his oath once more. Only this time, it wasn’t to my mother, it was to me. I once more cursed the gods for how lucky and unfortunate I was as I gazed down at his face.
I’d never seen him so serious before, not even on the day that he finished his training and was appointed as my personal guard years ago. He wasn’t this serious when he promised his blade to her army and to her protection but now that he was here, on his knees and promising to serve me and only me, there was a glint in his eyes that I couldn’t ignore.
“My mother…” I began, nervous that she would sense a change in the oath.
“Knows nothing and never shall, starlight,” he answered, his expression never changing.
Oh, I see. This was something else entirely, not just a change in his oath. This was him laying down all odds and presenting himself to me as not just my knight but also as a potential suitor for my hand. Mother would never permit such a thing, especially not to the demon prince.
“Veridian…” my voice escaped me breathlessly, so lost in those sinful eyes that I barely heard his long hiss before his voice consumed me.
“Easy, Princess.”
The low growl ripped a weak whimper from my throat, my eyes falling shut as those syllables flowed through my ears and then throughout my whole traitorous body. My blood raged, my heart thundered and all I could think about was him, my knight, my friend… What was this feeling? He had never treated me like this before. Or perhaps he had? I cursed myself internally if I had previously been completely dense to his affections.
“Rise,” I command once I finally get a hold over my raging thoughts. He wouldn’t rise until I commanded him to and when he did, his height doubling until he towered over me, I bit my lip to keep myself from whispering three forbidden words.
“Your answer, Princess?” he urged. Could he not tell I could barely speak?
“You already know my answer,” I choked out in response.
A/N: hellooo everybody welcome to the new chapter! Now, this one is very lore heavy and very tense so I hope you like it!
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Startled from your dream, heart racing in your throat, you shot out of bed and headed for your bedroom door. The shrill ringing of the alarm was louder in your living room and through the dark and the rapid flash of the alarm, you could see three strangely dressed people ransacking your house. As quietly as you could, you closed your bedroom door and moved to your wardrobe to hide.
Only, you hadn’t been quiet.
They’d heard you.
The doorknob twisted and your blood froze. You quietly slipped into the wardrobe and crouched behind your heavy coat you’d bought for winter, hoping that it was enough cover to disguise you in the darkness of the wardrobe. Squeezing your eyes closed tight, your very being trembled with fear as you tried to keep your body as still as possible, taking silent breaths no matter how much your lungs cursed you.
The creaking of the wardrobe doors sent your heart racing as fast as a formula 1 car and tears welled up behind your eyes. Time stood still as you waited for them to go away but the next thing you heard sealed your fate.
“I found her.”
Hands wrapped around your ankle and yanked you away from your hiding place, ignoring your terrified scream as he held you to his body despite your struggling. You couldn’t see them through the darkness and that only added to your fear.
“For Asgard,” one of them said as if he was victorious in a battle and then it went dark.
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Doors slammed open and in strode the second Prince of Asgard, his eyes as thunderous as his brother, his power sparking around him from his rage. As he glared up at the King of Asgard, his father, Loki scornfully demanded, “you said I could get her back! Why abduct her?!”
“Recent discoveries concluded that your wife should not be permitted to return to Asgardian life,” Odin replied, his voice level and calm yet filled with authoritarian power as he stared down at his second son, “you do not have the right to enter my throne room and question my judgement Loki.”
“You sentence my wife to life in exile on Midgard, killing her multiple times over centuries when I finally find her, then when you tell me I can finally have her back, YOU IMPRISON HER?!” Loki retorted, his posture the epitome of his status as Prince of Asgard yet one could tell that the Prince was beyond furious from just the tense atmosphere his magic was causing.
Odin sighed and turned to the side before returning his gaze to Loki. The King then stood from his throne and called out, “bring the prisoner forth!”
The doors opened yet again and Einherjar strode in dragging your unconscious form, uncaring that your feet were dragging on the form. Loki watched, horrified, as you were forced into a chair that had manacles around your wrists and ankles.
You didn’t look well, your face was pale and although he tried, Loki could not see a scrape of the life that brought the spark of him back. Your glow that made you perfectly human had disappeared, replaced by grey and mystery that he’d never even seen when he was married to you.
“Vekke, blå vederstyggelighet,” Odin spoke and Loki’s attention was caught, curious as to why his father was speaking to you so harshly, you’d never committed a crime.
Your head lifted and your eyes adjusted to the bright light and it was only seconds before you started trying to get away, thrashing and screaming in panic, your brain only begging you to find a way out, trying to avoid the harshness of the light and the terror ingrained in your bones. Your eyes met Loki’s and your body relaxed somewhat and you cried out to him, attempting to reach him but realising you were bound in strong chains.
“Loki,” you whined, watching as his face pulled into an agonised expression, his posture stiff and guarded as his eyes shifted to the man sitting in the over-the-top golden throne.
Upon looking up at who you assumed was a King, your blood turned to ice in terror. His face was unyielding and he seemed to be glaring at you with an expression of hatred that you’d never seen from someone looking your way before. Even if he looked like an elder, he held years of knowledge that even a simple elder wouldn’t be able to have in their lifetime, his whole demeanour displayed an otherworldly authority and it frightened you.
“Your name,” the man spoke, rising from his throne, gripping a golden spear in his hands and such a simple request and action struck fear into your very soul. You turned to Loki for help but you saw him with his head hung and a defeated expression drawn over his face. “Answer me!” the man ordered and your attention snapped to him.
“Y/N Y/L/N,” you answered in a whisper, fearing the King with all of your being.
The king released a dark chuckle and then struck the butt of the spear against the golden floor and you rose from the chair, lifted by a magic that felt utterly different to the calm magic that Loki held you with in the dream worlds. This magic was cold, a forcefulness mixed with a darkness that you’d never felt before.
“So you don’t recall,” the King spoke again, his voice twisted with sadistic humour and pride. It disgusted you that you got the feeling that he knew more about you than even you did. “Do you not recall this place? This palace you once called home,” he continued, and you became confused.
You were about to voice your concerns but judging by the look on the King’s face, you were not to speak unless spoken to. Sparing a glance toward Loki, you could tell that even though he wanted to help you, it would only do more bad than good.
“Unfortunately, the spell I cast upon you has begun to break due to my son interacting with you. I allowed it to begin with but new knowledge has changed my mind,” the King continued, uncaring of your opinions or fear as you stared up at him, you were clearly seen as below him in this predicament but oh did you want to slap the shit out of his smug face.
“Father,” Loki began, only for the King to hiss at him and send him into silence. Your heart broke at the look on his face as he hung his head.
“I tire of this meeting, bring her forth,” the King commanded and the guards dragged you to your feet and you were brought closer to the King, every fibre of your being shivering with fear at the realisation that you were going to die. The king raised the sceptre then pressed the sharp tip to your chest and he whispered something before a sense of cold flooding your mind and you were overcome with it until you opened your eyes and the cold quickly dissipated.
With a low chuckle, you were forced to face Loki as the King lifted your head with the spear, forcing eye contact with you and your prince. “Look at your beloved wife, Loki, isn’t just the pinnacle of beauty?” the King sneered and you felt insulted before you looked down at yourself and screamed when you saw that your skin was blue. Ridges circled down your arms and there was delicate blacks faded around your nails.
WHAT
THE
FUCK
WHY WERE YOU BLUE?!
Amidst your panic, your eyes met Loki’s and shattered when you saw that he was gazing at you with a look of helplessness and disgust. Satisfied, the King nodded to the guards and you were dragged out of the room, your head hung as your heart broke.
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You were thrown into a plain white cell below the castle with a golden barrier surrounding the only exit or entrance. The light was warm, warm enough for your body to find it uncomfortable and enough to keep you squinting.
There was nothing that would indicate the passing of time, the guards patrolled but they patrolled at different times every day. You’d been locked in here for at least three days by now, your body refusing to sleep in the enclosed space that you were restricted to. It allowed you a chance to familiarise yourself with the body that you never knew. The blue skin, the red eyes, the blackened nails. You were a monster. Perhaps that is the reason Loki has not visited you and sleep has abandoned you.
You missed your life, the simple desk job that you knew you hated but the routine it gave you was beneficial for your sanity, the trips to the coffee shop every morning that woke you up before dealing with the deadlines and abuse from your boss, the walk home where you would watch other people like you hurrying down the streets in order to get home to their families just like you.
Tears built in your eyes and you cowered with your head hidden behind your knees as you allowed yourself to be vulnerable for the first time.
A tap-tap of shoes ceased your tears, causing you to tense up, awaiting the face of the King, seeing the disgust that he held for you and your monstrous form. The footsteps stopped outside your cell and for moments, it was quiet. Daring to look, your eyes peeked over the tip of your knees and your whole body froze when you saw Loki gazing down at you.
“Why are you here?” you hissed, your body trembling despite the uncomfortable heat in your cell. Choosing to at least pretend to be confident, you rose to your feet and glared over at Loki, “come to glare at the monster you thought you loved? Did you know?”
“No,” Loki replied softly, standing close to the barrier, his eyes shining with tears as he gazed at you, his whole demeanour seemed vulnerable and broken. “I know who you are, who you were to me,” he continued, unphased by you choosing to turn your back to him, “for centuries you were my wife before Odin forbade our love and had you executed. I didn’t know why. Now, however, I fully understand.”
You turned to face him, curious as to what he was talking about, why he sounded so heartbroken when he had looked at you with such disgust just days before. “He had me executed?” you asked, shuffling so your back was to the wall and your gaze met Loki’s bravely, “not just banished as you had thought?”
Loki stilled and then nodded, choosing to sit beside the golden barrier separating the both of you. His eyes were downcast as he fiddled with his fingers, unsure as of what to say to you to attempt to win back your heart. “I woke up one morning and you were gone, there was this sinking feeling inside me that you were no longer on Asgard,” Loki explained, his voice holding such a level of pain that it surprised you, “when I asked my mother of your whereabouts, she informed me that you had been banished. She lied to me. Odin had you executed and I never got to say goodbye.”
“Coward,” you whispered beneath your breath, cursing Odin for causing Loki that much pain. “I don’t remember. Frankly, I barely know you,” you spoke, your voice level and yet still laced with pain, “you just appeared in my life and then appeared in my dreams, did you really think that would be all it took for me to love you?”
Loki’s face split into a small smile and he met your eyes slowly, the moment they met yours, your heart skipped a beat and you could feel his grief through the barrier. “I don’t expect you to love me, or even know me, I just wanted you to feel loved again,” he whispered, causing you to suck in a breath, “for years I watched your life, how you grew into the life you held. The laughs, the heartbreaks, the pain, the monotony, you needed something more, you knew there was something more to you… you just couldn’t name it.”
Before you could answer, a guard approached Loki and bowed before speaking, “your grace, visiting time has concluded.”
“Very well,” Loki nodded to the guard before standing and bowing to you, “I shall return, my princess, with answers as to who you are. I swear it.”
You inclined your head toward him before curling up on yourself and closing your eyes. As his footsteps began to fade away into the quiet of the cells, you whispered, “meet me in the garden,” hoping that he would hear it.
He did.
A/N(2): WHAT A REVEAL RIGHT?! I hope you enjoyed though! Please leave a comment or reblog, it really helps <3
A/N: Helloooo everyone, I am sorry that this took so long to be published, I forgot which chapters I had and hadn't posted. Also, My laptop kind of stopped for a week so there's that! I really hope you like this chapter, it really ups the ante! I will not keep you further, ENJOY!
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“Are you happy, darling?” the gentle voice cut through your peaceful silence and a smile broke through on your lips. The man had reached your side by now in your dreams, his golden and green armour dazzling you as it caught the suns rays perfectly. His ebony hair fell across his shoulders and his green eyes never looked away from yours for long. For him, it seemed, you were a precious diamond. If only this world was real.
“I am very happy,” you replied softly, whispering into the winds and knowing that he’d heard you, this world was entirely yours so you knew he could hear you, you wanted him to. “The sky is prettier than it was before,” you remarked with a soft sigh, feeling his hand slide onto your shoulder as a familiar fuzzy feeling overwhelmed you. His skin was soft, his long fingers perfectly fit your shoulder. As if you were made for him or he for you.
The man chuckled and turned his gaze to the skies for a few moments before he turned to face you again with a loving gaze. “The skies are always this beautiful on Asgard, my dear,” he replied, his casual statement giving you a fraction of an answer to your dreams.
“Asgard,” you whispered curiously, your eyes meeting his and you saw a slight smile light up his face as he reached forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“You are a smart woman, Y/N, a rare jewel to occur these days,” the man commented with a smile, his breath caressing your face as you leaned into the touch, “use that rare jewel to your advantage.”
You awoke after that feeling confused and a little annoyed at the man for not giving you the answers that you desired. Going about your day, you couldn’t help but think about the last words that the man had said to you before you awoke. How sincere he sounded, how lonely his voice rang through your ears, how his eyes – even though they were filled with love – were also filled with heartbreak.
Normally you’d head off to work after the dreams left you but today was a Saturday and the world was your oyster. “I don’t even like oysters,” a voice rang in your mind, similar to the man in your dreams. Something told you to not follow your Saturday routine of Tumblr, Netflix and ice cream, however, drawing you out into the world and down to your local coffee shop.
The bell jingled as you stepped into the door after the brisk walk through the winds and the ignorant heads-down crowd of London. The coffee shop greeted you with the scent of hot chocolates, coffees and foods that were being prepped for other customers. Taking a deep breath in, you smiled and stepped up to the counter, “one hot chocolate, extra marshmallows, please.”
“That’ll be £3.95, Miss,” the server said with a polite smile before tapping in the order and lifting her head, “cash or card?”
“Card, actually-,” you began before someone interrupted you.
“Cash, if you don’t mind, my dear, the lady seems to have forgotten her chosen payment method,” came a familiar voice from behind you and you turned to see the man that you’d gotten used to seeing in armour standing behind you.
You were about to protest and tell him that you had your phone but then you realised that in your hurry to leave the apartment, your phone had been left behind, same as your purse. How odd, you thought as the man passed the cash over to the server, I could’ve sworn my phone was in my pocket.
The man took the change and smiled at the server before turning to you and holding out his hand with the money to you. “Here,” he began with a raised brow and friendly smile, “fetch yourself something to eat on your way home.”
“You don’t need to do that,” you replied in shock as you gazed up at him and attempted to reacquaint yourself with his human attire after weeks of seeing him in just your dream-conjured armour. He’d been gone without a trace for weeks and then showed up today? Yeah, not a coincidence.
“I insist,” the man replied with a smile before pushing the money into your hands and grinning mischievously at you.
You just nodded and looked away, your gut telling you that something was wrong, very wrong with the situation. He’d disappeared for weeks, no meeting on the way to work, back from work, in the coffee shop, nothing! Then, after your dream with him last night, he suddenly shows up!?
“You are a smart woman, Y/N, a rare jewel to occur these days,” the man commented with a smile, his breath caressing your face as you leaned into the touch, “use that rare jewel to your advantage.”
The man before you was the same man from your dream, that’s for sure. Only, he wore suits and kept his hair either up in a half up half down man bun or braided. His green eyes held a promise of mischief and yet also held a sadness. The man in your dreams appeared to hold only affection and love in his eyes when he looked at you. Was it possible that you had called forth the man in your dreams because you were attracted to the man in front of you?
“You never told me your name,” you murmured absently and when you realised that he was looking at you, your cheeks heated and you avoided his gaze again, turning to watch another server prepare your drink.
Before the man could speak, the server looked in your direction and called out, “one hot chocolate, extra marshmallows.”
You smiled at the man and took the cup, sniffing the scent before nodding to your dream-man and walking out of the door. Only, when you were on the step outside did you realise that it was raining. Odd, it wasn’t raining when you stepped inside a few minutes ago. Then again, this is England, it’s conventionally known for its rain. Sighing and accepting your fate, you began to make your way back to the apartment.
It only took a few moments for the rain to cease beating down on your hair and when you looked up, you saw an umbrella held above your head with the man holding it. You only stared at him for a moment before muttering a soft, “thank you”, and standing close to him to escape the pouring rain surrounding the small piece of fabric protecting you.
When he began to walk, you didn’t realise and almost got soaked as the umbrella moved over you. When you did realise, you hurried after him and held the handle of the umbrella just above the man’s hand as you walked down the streets. Nothing was said as you walked, just a quiet that you’d expected to be awkward but instead it was serene and comfortable. You took the time to sip your hot chocolate as you watched the people around you scurry through their day, some forgetting their umbrellas and ending up being soaked and some walking with purpose below the safety of their umbrella.
As you turned onto your street, you looked up at the man and really looked at him for the first time. At his eyes, his hair, his physique, his lips, how he walked and then you thought back to the man in your dreams and decided that they were one in the same. You didn’t know how but this man was visiting you in your dreams, using some sort of magic.
“Here we are,” his voice broke you out of your thoughts, pulling you back to consciousness on the street, the rain still beating down on the umbrella as his emerald eyes gazed down at you.
You brushed your hair back with your nails before staring at your apartment door and then back at him before whispering, “who are you?”
Instead of shock at the question as you expected, the man’s lips turned up in a sad smile and he cupped your cheek, a spark of warmth ripping through you at the feeling, pulled you close and kissed your forehead. “My name is Loki, darling,” he whispered against your skin, sending a shudder down your spine at how familiar this was for you.
You knew the name was familiar, where had you heard it before? Keeping the thought in mind, you whispered a soft goodbye and retreated back into your apartment block and hurried up to your home. While the elevator whirred to your floor, you took a sip of your hot chocolate and were surprised when the liquid was still as hot as it was when it was given to you. It should’ve been cold by now. Another oddity you added to the collection.
Pressing your key into the lock, you gazed out of the window at the end of the hallway and saw that Loki was still standing there, under the umbrella, sad eyes trained on you even from the height of the tenth floor of the block. Opening the door, you left him standing there in the rain, and stepped in.
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As soon as you fell asleep, you woke up in your paradise. This time, you woke up in the comfort of your Dream Loki’s arms. Sitting up, his arms moved and fell from your waist as he eyed you warily, as if expecting something like an outburst.
“How are you doing this?” you asked instead, visibly taking him by surprise before he settled and held your cheek in the exact way that he had just hours before on the pavement outside your apartment block.
“Magic is a wonderful thing, min kjære,” Loki replied softly, his eyes taking in every aspect of your face as he shuffled closer to you, only releasing a hurt huff when you moved back slightly. “You’re not ready yet to know the truth, you’re too much like them currently,” he continued after a moment of peace, his hands fussing with a corner of his cloak and you could tell that he was seeking your reactions. He wanted your opinions.
You looked around your paradise, the greenest trees and grass, the golden castle in the background, the sound of birds chirping in the trees, swords clanging in the distance, many things that gave you peace, a peace that you’d never felt in your waking life.
“This place…” you whispered softly, your eyes landing on him, tilting your head as he studies you, “it’s beautiful, Loki.”
He seemed to light up at the compliment and took one of your hands after a moment of hesitation, bringing it to his lips and he kissed your knuckle. “It’s all for you, my darling,”
“But why? I am not even someone special, why me?” you whispered, your brows pulling together with a look of confusion as you stared at the man before you. He seemed to know more than he would be willing to tell you and that disturbed you quite a bit.
Loki seemed to pause before he stood and pulled you close to him, his eyes roving deep into your soul. “You,” he began, his voice heated with promise and desire, “are the most important person in my whole world. No one equates to your value in my mind.”
Before you could respond, you were ripped from your dream into the waking world by the shrill ring of your burglar alarm.
A/N (2): ooooooh what happens! Tune in next time for all to be revealed!
A/N: hello everybody, welcome to chapter one, finally! I have to be honest, the original update day for this was Friday but I had SO MUCH to deal with like my accommodation for Uni next year, money being a bit tight, etc! But yeah, I am looking forward to you reading this chapter, it's only small but it expands the world! Enjoy! ^-^
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You were in your paradise again, the same golden castle, same beautiful sky and grass softer and richer than your worlds. Yet there was one difference, the man you’d met a month ago was there now, he had been for two weeks. No explanation, just the guy you’d met because you almost died appearing in your dreams. He wasn’t wearing his suit, however. No, he was wearing armour that you knew wasn’t from any time period you’d ever studied about.
His eyes were the same emerald green, the love in them shining as his gaze was always fixed on you. He had first appeared in a window at the door to the garden of your dreams. In the next few days, the door beside the window inched open and he passed through. Now, he was standing at the beautiful cherry blossom tree just a bit in front of you. He didn’t seem threatening, nor did he ever speak to you, he just watched. Quiet. Ever the understanding soul through the days where you forced yourself to sleep just to retreat to this paradise to rid yourself of the worry of the world.
You hadn’t anticipated he would feel so comforting even from a distance. Just him being in this paradise with you eased your stress after a long day or at night when you’d finally return here. He wasn’t a threat, you somehow knew he would never hurt you.
December, January and February came and passed, uneventful, mundane days that blurred into one, saved only by your little paradise. You hadn’t seen the man since that fateful encounter that first day. Three months. Three. He was closer in your dream now but far from you in the waking world.
Coincidence, you assumed after the first month, waiting just that little bit longer at the crossing for the familiar face of the man.
Perhaps he was merely visiting, you realised a month later as you stood on the street where you’d met him the second time.
Why am I this bothered about a man I met twice anyway? You pondered for the whole third month.
Today marks three months since you’d met the man. You’d never even gotten his name, you just assumed he was new to the neighbourhood and your shenanigans would occur every day but your foolish hope broke after the first two weeks.
You dragged yourself through your routine again, setting off into the late February weather; rain. Luckily, you’d remembered your umbrella this time and smiled at your luck before setting off through the rain toward your favourite coffee shop. You paid attention this time, lingering glances at every person’s face that was nicely dressed, desperately hoping to see him again. You didn’t understand why he mattered so much to you but you’d find out somehow.
The bell chimed above the door to the coffee shop as you entered, gazing down at your phone to check how long until your shift before you hit a hard chest and a burning pain lit up across your arms and chest. You gasped at the pain and jumped back, your white blouse stained with coffee. “Hey! Watch it next… time…” you began before trailing off, meeting the eyes of the same man you’d been desperately searching for through the months. His eyes were concerned but it was as if time around the two of you had stopped, giving you this moment.
“Shit, forgive me,” the man cursed, pulling you aside and pulling a handkerchief out of his suit jacket pocket. He began to try and dry your shirt but you knew that the stain wouldn’t come out like that, if at all. “Suppose I am the clumsy one this time,” he joked, a slight grin overtaking his concerned frown.
“Suppose so,” you responded timidly before sighing and holding his wrist, stopping his efforts of drying your shirt. “I’ll just go home and change it, it’s no worry,” you responded with a soft smile, even though you knew that your very stereotypical corporate boss would very stereotypically bunk your pay.
The man pursed his lips and raised an eyebrow questioningly, “do you have something to cover yourself with? I’m afraid walking back to your apartment with a sopping blouse and clearly visible bra would warrant… unwanted attention.”
The way the man spoke sounded so elegant, the kind of language that you’d expect from a gentleman of the 1900s not the boys that roamed the world these days, it shocked you even more. However, what almost caused your brain to malfunction was when the man gently took your hand and guided you into the disabled bathroom, locking the door behind you two before unbuttoning his green waistcoat and then his shirt.
“Woah, woah, woah!” you yelled, your eyes widening in shock as the man’s bare chest was revealed to you, “I barely know you, sir! At least take me out on a date first!”
The man threw his head back and laughed before shaking his head and offering you his white shirt. “You misunderstand, this is for you, at least until you finish the day,” he informed you, his shoulders still quivering with laughter, “I shall walk you to your building then be back when you finish to walk you home. After that, you can give me my shirt back. Or keep it.” He added with a wink at the end before turning his back without being prompted to keep your modesty, sliding on the waistcoat as he did.
You stared at the shirt in your hand and wasted no time changing into it, sighing in relief at the feeling of dry fabric against your skin. “Thank you,” you muttered before adding, “you can turn around now.”
The man turned and you watched as a war of emotions flew across his face before he pulled on a smile and nodded. “Then let us depart,” he smiled and guided you out of the bathroom, out of the shop and onto the street.
As he walked you to work, the silence between the both of you wasn’t tense, it wasn’t awkward. It felt… right. Comforting. This man had done a good deed, definitely, but he was going the whole mile, not putting in just the required amount of care.
When you got to your work building, it almost seemed wrong to leave the man’s side but you waved to him and walked inside.
The man stayed on the path outside the building for a few more minutes. Watching until your form had truly disappeared within the concrete building before conjuring himself a new shirt in a flurry of green and walking away, waving his hand once again with a small, sad smile on his lips.
When you got to your desk, you discovered your favourite beverage waiting for you, piping hot beside your desk with a note.
You forgot your drink this morning.
Have a good day.
~ L
You pondered the question of how the man – L – had gotten your drink, got to your desk and left before you ever reached the floor for the rest of the day.
A/N(2)- okay yeah this was REALLY small, I'm so sorry! But I hope you enjoyed :)
Hellooooo everybody this is the insight into the fic that I shall be hopefully really proud to post! I'm going to post the prologue for you to read in this, let me know your theories in the comments and reblogs about what might be going on <3 I'll be setting up a taglist for this as well so please do tell me if you want to be tagged!!!
PROLOGUE
A golden castle always came to you in a dream, surrounded by beautiful gardens and bluer skies than you’d ever seen on Earth before. There were so many colours in the sky, so many beautiful reflections in your paradise that you could never find in your dull life on Earth. The greenest grass beneath your feet felt softer than any of the grass you’d ever felt before. The gentle breeze seemed to have a faint sense of magic if anyone would believe it as it brushed your hair away. This dream was your paradise, your little getaway from the boring, grey reality you lived in.
Waking up was the worst part of your day, leaving your little slice of paradise hidden away in a dream to return to the Real World. Sitting up in bed, you savoured those extra moments of drowsiness before swinging your legs over the side of the bed and rising to meet the day. After a shower and your hair and skin routine, you started to feel more like yourself but your mind lingered on the beauty of your dream as you counted the coins that would buy you your morning coffee down at your favourite shop a few blocks away.
You grabbed your keys from the dish by your apartment door and headed out into the world, turning the key in the lock before walking away. Stepping out onto the street, you were met with the usual bustle of London and quickly joined the crowd, head low and avoiding any kind of interaction with any other human being. It wasn’t far to the coffee shop but it was far away enough that your mind drew back to your dream, your walk becoming autopilot.
As you thought about the golden palace walls from your dreams, you heard a horn and felt a strong arm grab you around your waist, pulling you close and away from danger. Shocked, you froze as the car zoomed past, a faint ‘watch where you’re going, numpty’ being thrown out of the window with no care for stopping.
“Are you alright?” came a voice from beside you, startling you away from your thoughts and you stared up in shock at the man holding you, the man that had just saved your life. His eyes were a beautiful emerald green, his ebony hair reached his shoulders in beautiful curls and his suit. His suit. A simple one yet the green and gold accents all about it complimented him so well that you couldn’t imagine anyone else wearing such an expensive suit. “Hello?” the man asked, gaining your attention yet again and you startled when you saw a smirk form on his lips as your cheeks heated up with embarrassment.
“Sorry,” you replied instantly, pushing away from the man in a hurry, brushing your clothes off then offering him a polite smile, “thank you, for saving my life. Nobody else would’ve done it.”
The man chuckled, bowing his head as his shoulders shook with his amusement. You grimaced, not appreciating this man laughing before you as you assumed he was laughing at how pathetic you sounded. Yet, when he replied, it only shocked you more. “Darling, anyone who would not stand up to the Goddess of Death to save your life is no worthy man. Adieu.”
With that, the man turned on his heel and disappeared into the crowd. Immediately, you sobered and called out to him, “you can’t say something straight out of a fantasy novel then leave me on my own!”
But the man was gone.
Your day continued as usual after that experience. You grabbed your coffee, headed to your job and worked the 9-5 then proceeded on your way home. It wasn’t exactly an easy day. Angry customers calling up every few seconds, shouting abuse down the phone and you pretending to care as you sipped your long cold coffee and assisted them in the best way possible without hurling abuse right back at the disrespectful pricks.
With a sigh, you began your journey home. The trees were blowing in the breeze, cars filled the streets as was usual for London during rush hour – any hour really. That’s why you secured a job pretty close to home, so you could easily walk there and back in at the most around 45 minutes. You’d almost forgotten the man from this morning until you collided with a hard chest and long fingers reached out to hold you steady.
Looking up, your face paled with embarrassment as you realised that it was the same man that had saved you this morning. His hair was now tied up in a half up-half down man bun but even that suited the man. His suit was replaced with a nice dress shirt, waistcoat and black trousers but damn did he suit them anyway.
“Ah, so you’re the clumsy type, is that it?” the man joked with a grin as your cheeks tinted red and you avoided looking at him. Amused by your behaviour, the man cooed and continued, “don’t be embarrassed, darling, happens to the best of us.”
Scoffing, you pushed away from him and passed him, grabbing your keys from your pocket as you saw your apartment building not that far off. “I’m not clumsy, you just caught me at a vulnerable moment. Twice,” you shrugged and saluted him sarcastically, “adieu.”
As you walked off, the man simply stood watching you, his grin turning to a sad smile as he whispered, “adieu, darling.”
Warnings: medical / scientific themes, 18+ language, sexual innuendos ~2,8k words
- 1 day before the accident -
‣ Week 4, Day 26 of researching possible medical uses of the super serum:
I might've achieved the final breakthrough. Tomorrow, we'll use the DNA sequencing laser to check whether the serum had the desired effect on the artificially manipulated tissue. We assume a 89% probability that the targeted gene has been successfully repaired.
You exhaled through a smile as your fingers finally left the keyboard and closed the project log.
If tomorrow's experiment was to be successful, you would be holding the tool to cure every disease caused by genetic mutations.
You would be reaching the ultimate goal. The peak of your career and surely crowned with a Nobel prize.
All you’ve ever dreamt of for countless years.
All you’ve ever studied for.
It was a tingly, good sensation, however, there was still this tiny voice whispering how something could go wrong.
How your dream could go down the drain.
No. It just wouldn't.
You decided to take it easy and shut off those silly concerns for the evening.
"May I disturb?" JARVIS’ weirdly humane voice sounded through the speaker in your modern lab, interrupting Taylor Swift.
Rolling your eyes at his audacity to turn down ‘Clean‘, you replied "Do I have choice? What’s up AI-man?".
He wanted to reply but a little revenge was needed.
Spinning and pushing away from your desk, the wheels of your office chair screeched on the white tiles forcing the AI to start over.
"Well, Mr Stark ordered a team meeting in five minutes". As if he saw you glancing at your watch, he added a restrained "-in the upper common room".
"What?!"
JARVIS remained silent, knowing that his duty was done.
How you would make it up there in five minutes was your own problem after all.
No matter how much those last minute announcements bugged you, it was clear that you should better make it up there quickly.
It wasn’t as if you had much authority in your position.
After letting your eyes travel across all the centrifuges, measuring instruments and microscopes for the last time today, you switched off the lights and rushed through the hallway.
Dialing the security code, you exited the tract and threw your spotty coat in the laundry chute.
Stark labs were insanely modern.
Heaven compared to any other lab you've worked in before.
While you jogged towards the elevator, exhausted eyes wandered off to the right.
Bruce's, or as his postdocs called him, Dr Banner's labs were right in front of yours.
It always reminded you of how he had conducted the interview with you right next to his giant particle accelerator. And how he had invited you over for dinner to tell you that you were chosen.
Bruce was the one who had discovered you, the one who had introduced you to Tony and who had eventually paved the way for you to become the head of the biomedical research team.
There was gratitude and excitement whenever your brain recapped the last month…
The fabulous Avengers were your new colleagues. And housemates. And friends.
Surreal.
You’ve seen them on the news fighting bravely when the Chitauri invaded New York and now you were hanging out with them on a daily basis.
Just so very casually. As if you belonged there.
Some nights when you couldn’t sleep, you just wandered around the tower, overwhelmed by what life had gifted you.
Yet, there were still major differences.
They were earth’s mighty heroes fighting the bad and on some days literal aliens while you were just you.
Honestly, you preferred it that way, enjoyed the safety you could bathe in while the team had to face the nastiest terrorists.
Life was precious.
As were theirs however, you had been afraid of their behavior towards you given your lack of use for their mission.
Someone who enjoys their protection but doesn’t contribute anything actively.
But they were more than fine with it. With you.
It didn’t seem to bother anyone that how Fury had put it "you were of no further use but a possible target in personal protection".
The ding of the main elevator signaled your arrival on the team’s common floor before the silver doors slid open, exposing you to one significant smell you’ve grown overly used to.
Coriander, cardamom, pepper and Thor’s favorite dark beer.
Great.
By now you knew the dish just as good as you knew the possible complaints it dragged along.
"Hey!" Natasha cheered from the marbled kitchen island as you entered, your eyes verifying your nose's earlier guess.
Well, you had almost forgotten about the food aspect in your earlier romanticizing of it all.
Tony got to choose way too often.
"Are you hungry? I haven’t seen you up here for what? Eight hours?" She added, swiftly swirling around to gather cutlery.
Before you could answer, two delicate hands gripped your arms from behind, gently pushing you a step to the right.
Wanda. You knew from the neatly filed nails.
A manicure that you can only expect from her and another specific member.
One you’ve been at constant war with since the day of your arrival. For whatever strange reason.
"No, brother. I would rather deprive my first born of his title than eat Stark’s muck once more".
Thinking of the devil.
Loki Laufeyson; the bane of your very existence.
Excruciatingly exclusive, haughty and most of all so sure of himself. A sadist, too, you wagered.
"Brother! How dare you speak of this delicacy in such a derogatory manner?"
A snort of ironic laughter went through the team, even Pepper scrunched her nose at the Arabian dish.
Tony had ordered it for the fourth time this week.
It was Friday.
Wanda who had begun to softly massage your shoulders, tense from all the crouched sitting in the lab, elicited a quiet moan from between your lips.
A muted sound, though not as muted as you intended.
"Look, brother. Even Lady yn is looking forward to the meal" Thor stated proudly, innocent and misinterpreting your noise.
He was surely the loveliest of the two Aesir princes.
Braced eyes fell on you and switched to Loki again, awaiting a heated clash as it was typical for the two of you.
It had become your ritual.
A sacred ceremony in which the two of you were happily feeding off each other's annoyance.
Nonetheless, you'd be lying if you said it wasn't thrilling. At least sometimes. Perhaps once a week.
You couldn’t yet see your antagonist and still, your eyes were already rolling of their own accord.
"No Thor. To be honest I’m not" you muttered, trying hard to sound apologetic.
“Oh... Apologies, milady". Thor's mood seemed subdued for a small second.
"Pardon me, but have we just agreed on something, dove?" The one velvet voice floated across the room, carrying it’s usual challenging undertone.
Oh, how you had hoped he would stay silent for at least one day.
Wanda’s hands felt too good to move so you tried to cut this off right here.
"My mistake".
Thor cleared his throat before rushing eagerly towards the table.
"Laufeyson, I would love to tell you to get the fuck out of my sweatpants but Christ. Don’t want to see you without either".
Tony appeared from the living room, sliding his glasses down the back of his nose.
"Last time was disturbing enough, wasn’t it, Point Break?".
Last time?
You forbid yourself to picture Loki naked.
Still, you turned your head to get a glimpse of him; your handsome nemesis who was trying to make you snap for a whole month now.
“W- wait, those are yours, Tony!?" Pepper stepped in the discussion, her eyes narrowing as she inspected Loki who shot a bold smirk at Tony.
Smug bastard, you internally damned him, your glance sliding off his incredibly long legs.
Not too bad, though.
As if there hadn’t been enough people in the kitchen already, Scott waltzed through, stopping mid-way to check out Loki like an oblivious high school girl.
It was a true challenge not to laugh.
Scott Laing was a phenomenon of kindness you didn’t want to crack.
Hands on his hips, the Ant Man nodded. "Looks good, bro". He pointed to his lean ankles that flashed between the pants and white socks. "Though, next time buy a longer one".
Oh god.
Drawing out your exhale, you knew that Scott had just furnished Loki a fit occasion.
"He didn’t just say that, did he?" Wanda whispered from behind you, an entertained giggle clearly audible in her voice.
You just shook your head in wordless disbelief before your stomach reminded you of your hunger.
"Watch your tongue, insect whisperer. I’m not that small" Tony yelled from the table while indulging in his dear meat dish with Thor.
Giving Wanda a grateful caress on her hand, you decided to go check the fridge for anything not Shawarma. And not beer.
Unlucky as you were, the discussion was far from over and you just strolled through the whole scene like a deer in a heated hunt.
Ready to be shot.
Loki gave a haughty snort of laughter. "Stark, I do not recall describing you as small. Howbeit, I am indeed much longer than you are".
'If your cock truly mirrors your attitude, yes, you are' you thought, your skin weirdly prickling as you hindered your thoughts to flee from the reality of him being unbearable.
Because he most certainly was.
As certain as he would mention his title in a discussion.
Tony snorted, leaning forward half indignant, half harried. Shawarma was still on his fork.
"If we’re going there, Reindeer Games, let me tell you what you don’t have; a beautiful, intelligent wife".
"What did you do, Tony? What trash did you buy this time?". Pepper’s premonition echoed from the back, suspecting a deeper meaning behind her husband's charming compliment.
You heard Natasha muffling a chuckle when you turned away to hide your grin.
With these guys it never got boring.
But for once you enjoyed not to be the main character in tonight’s clash.
"Please don’t argue, friends" Scott stepped in once again making you pray he wouldn’t pour oil in the fire of Loki’s side glance at you.
You had just grown to ignore it.
"Maybe the difference is simply because Loki is no earthling“ he thought aloud.
Pressing your eyes shut, you just walked on.
But of course, no one could have left it at that.
“Exactly! Maybe you’re average for an Asgardian what makes you a... hypocrite?" Tony stated proudly, dropping back into his chair with a thud as if the discussion had ended to his favor.
For him it might have been over.
But not for Loki’s favorite victim; you.
"Stark, I can assure you that my brother is not of average size for one of our kind” Thor laughed with his open beer almost splashing over.
"In fact, most of our Einherjar only reach to match Scott or…" but his further explanations got lost on you.
The only thing you felt was someone nearing you, someone hungry for vexation.
Someone who made your blood boil so damn effortlessly.
You sighed, clenching your right fist.
He saw.
Loki's hum of amused satisfaction coaxed your legs to move faster, to get away from his immediate proximity. As if it would silence him.
But nothing banal ever did.
You began to wonder what his gallant insult towards your persona might be tonight.
Perhaps it was your job or mortality. Or something you wore that made you look like a 'foolish handmaiden'.
Like yesterday.
"What do you think, hm?" Loki’s drawl approached when you eventually hoisted your gaze to meet the smirking man.
A mistake if you wouldn’t already hate him enough to withstand his charms.
New York’s sunset was casting sinful shadows on his abs as he lifted his shirt and tugged at the hem of the sweatpants.
Toying with it and threatening to slide it down.
The impeccable skin of his V was dipped into a golden glow making Loki’s body seem even more godly.
A pleased smirk spread on soft lips as he enjoyed your hot gaze on his body.
"I wager my length could be in the interest of science to investigate further, could it not?" he purred.
Your eyes were still glued to Loki’s physique, too paralyzed to break away from the line of obscenely trimmed onyx hair.
He was a massive ass, though a fit one.
To the god it felt like a jealous player ogling the golden trophy he had won instead.
And he loved it.
Loki was proud of his looks and body. Sexual validation had taught him that he had every right to be.
Alabaster skin was strained by defined muscles, the flex visible each time he shifted his weight.
Why must he be so… so infuriating?
You knew there was no way you’d give him the satisfaction of silence. No way you would you yield to his games of provocation.
Never.
Plus he would never try to sincerely hit on you. The feeling of venom was horribly mutual.
"Oh, come on now Loki" you huffed, feeling your hand fly out to push him away roughly.
He was heavy.
Colder than anticipated, harder.
For a second you felt your brows crease and a tingle run down your stiff spine before you lost contact to his abs.
Something unknown rapidly melted into a faux-shock on the god's face that was painted with the wildest orange hues, too.
It suited him.
Damn him.
Rolling your eyes, you turned away to continue the weirdly long journey to the fridge.
"Move, Laufeyson".
It was supposed to look unfazed and cold just as you felt about him.
Despite the blood shooting through your veins was simmering hot.
"It's prince to you, mortal." With a snort, Loki shook his head, hands letting his pants snap back onto his hips with a smack.
"Alright your grace… then it's doctor to you".
Nat and Wanda shot each other amused glances across the kitchen. Tony was happy to finally indulge in his meal completely.
To them it felt like Loki and you had known to hate each other for years instead of a mere month.
Nevertheless, it never ceased to be quite titillating.
"A title that got you the jejune presence of Captain Patriot almost daily, no, hourly. Don't you think tis' a fairly bad achievement?".
And there it was; his all-important mistake.
Bringing up Cap in any argument always called said man to the scene.
You were done. Dismissed, practically.
Loki wasn't even right.
Working with the Captain had been totally hassle-free. He was a true gentleman, to be honest.
Strutting closer, Steve already crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Whatever that means, Laufeyson!?".
Grinning, you grabbed a box of leftovers from yesterday and a fork driven by anger and the boundless urge to stab Thor's brother.
"Yn, I think you should rest". Banner suddenly slid through the sliding door separating the kitchen and the wine room.
He would join you tomorrow when you would be done analyzing. Share the harsh moment of triumph or disaster.
Well, it would only be a true disaster for Tony’s wallet.
Only a few people knew about your research and even fewer expected it to come out as success.
Would you be able to prove them wrong?
A queasy feeling of flurry spread in your heart. "I think you're right. Good night, Bruce". With a soft pat on his arm, you weaved past.
Perhaps you’d need a melatonin gummy to find some sleep.
Stopping in the doorway, you looked back one last time. At your colleagues and friends.
You were nothing like them. No magic, no fighting skills, no alter ego.
Nevertheless, they treated you like a member.
If tomorrow’s set of experiments proved the function of your synthesized super-enzyme, you wouldn’t stay here for much longer...
Suddenly, a white flash of a smirk flashed in the corners of your eyes.
You weren’t sure whether Loki had sensed your unease but he was always waiting for you to put your guard down.
Like a wicked snake attacking at dusk.
Emerald eyes were narrowing in delight as if he was framing you. Building a cage of muscle outlines, Loki leaned on the counter.
Please don't open that stupid mouth, you thought, not needing a specific reason.
“Ah, I see” he smoldered, voice sounding coarse and playful. “We have arrived at your bedtime, haven’t we?”.
Without much thinking, you shot venom right back.
“Fuck you, Laufeyson”.
His low chuckle barely made it to your ears but you still saw his onyx curls bouncing as he shook his head with a cunning grin.
“Have you seen the blonde woman from marketing? I suppose she will do for tonight”.
Rolling your eyes at his insufferable self, you turned to Bruce who had hoisted his hand as if he was in school trying to say something.
The doctor cleared his throat.
He always got visibly irritated by his colleague’s nonchalance. “Good luck for tomorrow. I believe in you”.
It felt like he needed to say it to soothe his nerves. If he only knew you were struggling, too.
With faux-composure, you smiled at him, praying that luck would be on your side tomorrow.
“Thank you, Bruce. For everything”.
Then, the huge door slid shut behind you, leaving you with a private concert of 'don’t worrie's, worries and wishful thinking.
But one thing was certain; despite the outcome of your experiments, when you were to leave the tower, one man would certainly not mourn after your presence.
Helloooo! I am so sorry that I haven't posted in a HOT MINUTE but following Christmas, my Chromebook decided it didn't want its keyboard to work anymore :/
I currently have a loaned computer from my Uni, thank the lord so I can still write!
Speaking of... I know you all have been waiting for the extra angsty fic I promised but I'm afraid that when I started writing it, I fell out of love with the idea and came up with another instead.
The preview shall be up on Friday at 3pm GMT. I hope you all will like it. I really feel confident about this one, I'm sorry that I raised your hopes then didn't give you what you expected. It's just part and parcel of writing I'm afraid :/.
But I love you all and trust that you'll have my back with this and give me the chance to finally get things up and running again. I love you all, I'll see you all at 3pm GMT with the preview for my new fic!
Understanding Home Alone || Loki x Reader || Secret Santa fic!!
A/N: hello everybody, this is my entry for @fictive-sl0th Secret Santa fics! My fic is for @cultofcarter, your request was so interesting and the Christmas movie idea was perfect! I went for a Christmas classic, however, I hope you don't mind.
Fic dedicated to: @cultofcarter
Word count: 1.6K
Contents: fluff, christmas movie commentary, slightly sad ending with hopeful meanings
PLEASE ENJOY AND HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS!
As December rolled around again, you were excited to finally spend it with the one you’d desired to for so long. Now that you had gotten over the nervousness of being in a relationship with the villain turned Avenger Loki Laufeyson, you were fully prepared to be the most annoying girlfriend in the history of girlfriends this Christmas season. The God of Mischief was no stranger to Christmas, he told you as much, expressing his sorrows for turning Yuletide into Christmas some years ago and you grinned at the idea of showing him movies dedicated to the Christmas Spirit.
The morning your decision was put into the making, you’d managed to sneak into Loki’s bedroom and decorate his room with green decoration, including a small Christmas tree that you’d stolen from one of the floors of Avengers Compound. Tony wouldn’t miss it.
“Loki!” you called out with a grin as he roused from his sleep, his ebony curls deliciously falling around his shoulders as he sat up in bed to stare at you tiredly. The moment he registered the difference in the room, he raised an eyebrow at you and you only smiled back innocently with a soft, “what?”
“What have you done to my chambers?” the God demanded, looking around the room with a grimace as you shifted on your feet, unsure as to whether he was happy or unhappy.
“Well... it’s Christmas time so I decided to decorate your room to have some fun for Christmas!” you replied with an uneasy smile, your body tense as you tried to figure out what the God in front of you was thinking to the redecorating. “I know you usually don’t dabble in the seasons but... it could be fun, just me and you watching movies and having Christmas cookies?” you added, gesturing to the tupperware full of Christmas cookies you’d baked a few hours earlier.
The God of Mischief's lips twitched slightly as he took in the sight of you standing proudly next to your handiwork. It made sense that he wouldn't love the idea of something being changed in his personal space, but there was no denying that a part of that twitch was from a soft smile. His eyes drifted to the tupperware container and the cookies it held.
"You baked Christmas cookies?" he asked, a soft tone to his voice in spite of the amusement in his eyes. "And you said watching movies? What movie would we be watching?"
Loki rolls his eyes, but he has to smile a little at the adorable attitude you have towards Christmas. It's a sweet, endearing trait that the God has noticed about you.
He grabs the container of Christmas cookies by your side and takes a bite of one before he turns his attention to the movie you're putting on. "Fine, home alone can be fun," he says with a half-hearted shrug, though you have the feeling that he secretly loves the idea.
You eagerly sat on the bed, Christmas cookies open between you and Loki as the movie began. When you looked over to Loki, you saw that he'd conjured up a book, his eyes flitting across the words then to the screen every so often. *That's fine*, you thought to yourself as you turned back to the TV, *at least he was spending time with you*.
As the movie began, you bunched your legs up and hugged them, resting your chin on your knees with a contented sigh. All of this was so special to you, the tradition going back so far that you could barely remember the Christmas it started with your family. "Look whatcha did ya little jerk," you repeated the line with a grimace after Kevin spilled the milk over everything in the movie, grinning when Uncle Frank said it just seconds later, turning to Loki with delight, catching him watching the screen before his eyes darted down to his book.
As you eat your Christmas cookies and watch the movie, Loki enjoys himself in his own way. He's watching both the movie and reading his book at once, only stopping when he wants to focus on one thing or another.
Loki feels his eyes drift to you from time to time, as if he's drawn back to the sight of you every so often. Your adorable personality shines through in the small moments of interaction, and even though he may not show it, he's certainly having a great time.
"Oh, darling! This movie isn't meant to be serious!" you tease, turning to him with a mischievous smile. He's so concerned and it brings a smile to your face, knowing to anybody else it would seem as if he doesn’t care. But with you? Yeah, you’re definitely his Achilles heel. "It's a comedy about a child getting into all sorts of hijinks!"
You chuckle at him and nudge him playfully, grinning when he reacts accordingly. "It's called 'Home Alone', remember?"
Loki huffed, leaning back against the wall, his eyes glued to the TV screen as Kevin explores the house alone. He didn't understand how a family could just leave and forget that their child was upstairs still, no alarm clock to wake him and Fuller had been moved so Kevin wouldn't have to sleep with a bed-wetter. Even with the annoying child across the road coming to annoy the leaving family, that made no excuse for someone checking for Kevin in the bus or in the airport!
"Loki, come on," you chided with an affectionate smile, handing him a snowman cookie with a soft smile, "he's fine!"
Continuing on with the movie, you watched Loki's reactions intently as the neighbour - the supposed antagonist - appeared in the shop, causing Kevin to retreat without paying for his toothbrush. "I'm a criminal," you whispered Kevin's line, grinning as Kevin said it seconds later then you smiled wider as Harry and Marv were seen in the van and almost hit Kevin. Loki flinches as the van stops just milliseconds before it could hit Kevin and then watches with bated breath as Kevin hides in the Nativity from the robbers.
"For a Christmas movie, this has serious storytelling, why do they even care about the child?" Loki muttered to himself, a look of disbelief appearing on his face.
"I feel like you have these moments where you think you're being all cold and logical, but then your heart just takes over and you're suddenly way more invested than you ever intended to be!" you tell Loki, poking him playfully.
Loki watches the movie with intense interest, his eyes glued to the screen. He can't seem to take his eyes off the situation, a slight worry forming on his face. When the scene changes to the house full of "life", however, he is confused. When he sees inside, noticing that it was just a deception to scare away the robbers, he sighed in relief and whispered, "kid's a master of mischief."
As the movie progresses and the pair of robbers break into the house, Loki is focused on the movie in a way you haven't seen him focused on anything so far. His eyes fill with tension as he watches Kevin set up his home alone booby traps, his brow furrowing in concern. When he looks away from the screen, he is visibly anxious in a way you haven't seen from him before.
He turns to you but can't seem to ask any questions, his lips twitching slightly as his nerves get the better of him. "You... you think this kid needs help? Normal kids would never do this" he asks nervously.
"It's exaggerated, Loki," you grinned with a shake of your head before you went quiet, watching the scene where Marv and Harry try to break in, laughing at all of the ways that they get hurt then when they get arrested, you looked over at him and whispered, "definitely took notes from your mischief, Mischief!"
"You still gave him a run for his money, Loki, best believe you grew from your mistakes!" you whispered before you became transfixed with the screen again, watching Kevin reunite with his mother and you see Loki stiffen before a tear formed in his eye. You knew why. He missed his mother. He missed his family. You took that moment to snuggle in close to him and feel his heart beating beneath your ear, in this moment you were the only thing that existed to him.
As you cuddle up against him and put an arm around the God, he leans his head against your shoulder with his eyes still glued to the screen. There has been plenty of times when you've known that Loki can act like a child, but this is something new altogether. You feel him lean against you more, and that tear still rests in his eyes as he's clearly reliving some memories. There is a sadness to the God as he remembers his home and family, and he rests his head against your chest, hoping to find some comfort in your embrace.
You sat up, looking Loki in the eye before wiping the tear gently and whispering, “your mother waits for you in Asgard, Loki. When you have fulfilled your servitude here, she will be allowed to see you. It is only a matter of time.”
With a gentle smile, Loki leaned into your touch and gazed up into your eyes while whispering, “merry Christmas, Y/N.”
His words kept ringing in your mind, how sorrowful and lonely he felt. You knew that as long as he remained here on Earth, he would never truly be happy.
“Merry Christmas, Loki,” you responded softly, feeling him shudder against you with sadness, pressing a kiss to the God’s forehead, “you’ll be able to show me Asgard soon.”
Hey guys, I had an idea for a fic. Not sure if it'll be a single fic or a multi-chapter one but I was wondering if you'd be interested in it. I'll write a short synopsis with basic warnings and leave a poll below to see whether you'd be interested. I know I've been behind with posting fics but the inspiration ain't there currently, except this. Okay, without further ado:
Synopsis:
You and Loki had been together for a while in secret as your position as a lower Goddess would mean you could never marry the Prince of Asgard. Your relationship was secret until suddenly it wasn't. Now Y/N wakes up on the street outside Asgard's pleasure house with no recollection of who she is, believing herself to be a worker within the Pleasure House. At the same time, Loki awakes and desperately searches for his love. When he finds her, he discovers himself unable to approach her as if he was cursed to stay away. He must watch as his beloved Goddess is used for her beauty and body, his heart shattering more and more. One day, a sliver of hope enters his life. An opportunity under the guise of a celebration.
Warnings: angst, heartbreak, noncon(amnesia based), details of prostitution, smut, murder, dark fic, eventual fluff, will probably hurt you to read
How would you like to read this? I haven't begun writing this so it has no publication date - possibly sometime in late December, early January? Please let me know, vote below, leave a comment or reblog. Poll is open for 24 hours so please interact ASAP! ❤️
Would you be interested in this?
YES PLEASE IT SOUNDS SO GOOD
It's not really my cup of tea, thank you
Seek therapy, my friend
I'll say I'm not into it until I'm actually reading it :3
I would love to see how you write Loki X shy reader. Like she’s obviously so into him and he just loves to watch her get all flustered
Meet me in the elevator || Avenger!Loki x Reader ||
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𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 3.7k
Since moving into Avengers Tower last year after being rescued from HYDRA, you’ve developed close friendships with the main Avengers, loving to spend most of your time around Wanda or Natasha. They all knew that you didn’t handle well in public settings, talking with new people - hell, it was difficult to just talk to them sometimes, never mind people you’d never met before.
You were settled into a room on the twenty-fifth floor, alongside Thor. It stayed that way for a while before Thor returned from Asgard one day with Loki on his arm. For Loki’s credit, he looked as pleased to be there as the Avengers were to see him there. You, on the other hand, stayed very quiet through the argument that came next, taking moments to just admire the new addition with curiosity. Something inside you told you that you weren’t supposed to be intimidated by the highly intimidating God before you.
“But shouldn’t he be sent to S.H.I.E.L.D? Or- maybe whoever we are supposed to send him to should he return,” Steve was asking, your mind bringing you unwillingly back to the present, your eyes straying away from the man who appeared to be the person at fault for New York 2012.
“If he is handed over to them, they will waste no time in attempting to experiment on him and his power,” Thor answered, his eyes serious and focused on not just Steve but everyone in the room, “Father has ordered his imprisonment here within the tower where we will keep him subdued. Should you turn him away, I am to find alternative lodgings.”
The Avengers took a moment, unspoken arguments crossing around the room before Tony relented, hanging his head and uttering the damning words, “fine, give him the room next to yours, Thor.”
Your admiration stopped within a millisecond. The room next to Thor’s was exactly opposite yours! Slowly, you slid down the sofa until you were fully laid down and silently groaned to yourself. Of course, you’re shacked with a Thunder God and his Godly terrorist brother.
Following Loki’s sudden appearance within the tower, you spent more time avoiding the 25th floor. You avoided it as if it were the plague, going so far as to fall asleep in the common room of the tower just so that you wouldn’t be on the same floor as Loki.
The God didn’t look happy when Thor forced him down to meals every day, claiming that getting Loki into such a routine would be good for his mental health and would help his ‘healing’. You watched every day as Loki sat opposite you, emerald eyes downcast and his posture closed off, unwanting of any attention. Perhaps, you thought, he was like you these days?
You didn’t stick around long enough to actually find out if your theory was correct, however, as once you were done eating, you excused yourself and quickly fled to the library on the 16th floor.
The library was your safe space away from the ruckus of the Avengers and their mission discussions, the quiet of the library calmed a part of you that you never realised needed to be calmed. Since you had woken up in your cell within the HYDRA base with no memory of your life before, your social skills had been severely affected, only opening up after weeks of people trying to get you to open up.
Finding the library after being rescued by the Avengers shortly after the Sokovia incident was a breath of fresh air. From the moment you stepped into the two-floor library, Friday had made sure to play classic music as soon as you entered, easing the stress within you as you scoured the shelves. Since then, you have been happy to visit the library to escape the Avengers and lately; Loki.
The sun shone through the floor-length windows as it reached its peak for the day, the warmth enveloping you as you happily walked through the multiple shelves, your fingers absently brushing against the spines. Perhaps I should try to bring someone here, you thought, recalling speaking with Wanda about the library and smiling at the fascination on her face at the prospect of advancing her magic through books Thor had brought from Asgard.
~~
The silence reigned in the tower during meal times for weeks after Loki’s arrival, it was a statement that everybody was uncomfortable with the God being around. Loki, for the most part, seemed as if he didn’t give a shit about their opinions about him. You’d begun to differentiate his movements from the others, seeing how he got up to get his Asgardian tea prepared exactly three minutes after Banner had poured his coffee and walked away. How Loki would reach for a sandwich shortly after Barton had grabbed six of them, handing three to Natasha to prevent poisoning. How, even though he looked unbothered, there was that subtle glint of loneliness.
~~
It had been weeks since your magic had surfaced, weeks since you’d been able to delve into somebody’s mind. Wanda had taught all of the Avengers how to block themselves mentally against your powers so that not only you could have a better night's sleep but so they could as well.
However, you did not expect to fall into Loki’s dreams.
One moment you were in your own dreams, the next you were standing in a golden throne room. You hid behind a pillar to avoid being discovered, fearing that you’d been snatched by someone.
“What do you want?” there was a voice ahead of you, your view obstructed by the pillar you were hiding behind but when you peeked past it, you saw Frigga, Thor’s mother and therefore Loki’s too. She had a soft frown on her lips, her head tilted slightly as she approached her son, her hand reaching up to caress the terrorist’s cheek.
Your heart stuttered in shock at the discovery. You hadn’t imagined Loki would allow someone close to him but then again, she was his mother, it made sense in a way.
“I…” Loki began and your heart stuttered again but it wasn’t shock, it was a feeling you’d never felt before. You’d never heard his voice before other than the scary videos you were shown when you joined the Avengers, discovering their past. He sounded British, yet he was Norse along with Thor, then again, Thor had a sort of Australian accent when you focused enough.
“I want my brother back,” Loki admitted, his head hung, vulnerability radiating off his body language as he admitted the weakness to his mother. You watched as Frigga’s face swiftly changed into an understanding smile before pulling him in for a hug. Still, Loki continued, his voice coated with grief, “I’m alone there, Mother, I do not want to be alone.”
“It was better than the punishment Odin had planned for you, Loki,” Frigga whispered, her eyes shining with tears, “infinitely so.”
You took in a sharp breath and that was all it took for Loki’s sharp eyes to meet yours and the room disappeared, replaced with a bedroom that looked almost identical to yours in Avengers Tower.
“What are you doing here?” Loki snapped, his eyes hardened and his guard back up. He studied every fraction of your face, looking for the malice he knew you’d have, looking for the blackmail to begin, looking for the taunting. Yet, he found nothing.
Since his arrival, he had taken note of your presence, never once considering you’d be anything like the Witch or Vision. Yet here you stood, in his dreams. Loki grimaced as you stayed silent, his head tilting ever so slightly, mimicking Frigga’s previous actions. “Answer me,” he snapped after a few moments, annoyed by your ignorance.
You trembled as you stared up into Loki’s eyes, your nerves taking control of your body and preventing you from speaking up. Your eyes scanned his face, taking in the wet tear tracks that slid down his face, shining in the light that was coming in from the open curtains. Then your eyes fell to Loki’s decorated tunic, noting the hints of gold woven into the threads and the green accents everywhere.
“You’re staring, pet,” Loki purred, stepping closer to you, intrigue apparent in his features. He’d never seen someone take this much interest in his appearance before. Sure, he’d had wenches back in Asgard to quench his need but never had they admired him the way this girl was doing. It stirred something in Loki, a challenge.
You stammered, attempting to find a way to plead your case before realising it was futile. You wouldn’t be able to find any way to explain this, not with your tongue being tied and your fears rising. So, instead of speaking, you snapped away from his dreams and sat upright in bed.
Brushing a hand through your hair, you took a deep breath before retreating into your bathroom. Since it was the early hours of the morning, you’d abuse the silence of the tower and roam how you wanted.
As you left the room, you were unaware of the emerald green eyes following you from the doorway of the room opposite your own.
You seemed to run into Loki a lot more after accidentally stumbling into his dreams a month ago. Whenever you’d step into the library, your eyes would be drawn to the floor-length windows where Loki was lying on the sofa with a book in hand, lazily turning pages. He gave you no mind, he didn’t even acknowledge you were there yet you still felt his eyes on you constantly.
He was in the gym when you were trying to get some training done. Dressed in just a simple tunic and pants, going up against Steve, he looked the epitome of the female gaze. His hair was pulled back in a bun and his tunic was slightly wet with sweat. You huffed, trying your best not to get distracted by the alluring God fighting against the supersoldier but damn you couldn’t help getting a few glances at that ass. Definitely Asgard’s ass, you thought to yourself with an amused grin.
“Y/N!” Steve called from the ring, running over to the edge as you turned to stare at him, your eyes wandering over his shoulder to meet Loki’s heated gaze and your body warmed, alight with need and interest but physically unable to say anything.
“Yeah Steve?” you spoke up quickly, your eyes quickly shifting to meet Steve’s again.
“Spar with Loki, I need a break,” the soldier spoke. He said it so casually, as if he wasn’t condemning you to at least fifteen minutes of torture in the ring with the object of your desires. Then again, Steve seemed to be oblivious to all the sexual tension happening within the Avengers. He didn’t even know about Wanda and Vision until he saw them kissing in the breakfast room!
You sighed and nodded, getting into the ring and facing Loki. The God’s lips quirked up into a half-smirk as he took you in, his eyes hungrily roving over your body. The tank top you wore barely hid the sports bra below it, your leggings clinging to your legs sparking an interest deep in his abdomen. You drove him mad. You hadn’t visited his dreams since that night but damn, you haunted them still!
“Are you ready, darling?” Loki purred, his voice sinking deep into your bones as he flexed his muscles, grinning to himself when he watched your eyes wander down his form, “you’re staring, Y/N.”
Your body jerked up straight, freezing with nerves as you were caught in the act before you shook your head and got into position.
Sparring with Loki brought out that inner calm that you didn’t know you had. Your mind was always whirring with ‘what if’ scenarios, pulling you under the waves if you allowed yourself to think about it for too long. Inside the ring, mirroring Loki’s movements, keeping eye contact and ignoring the hammering of your heart, you felt more like yourself than you had for years.
When Loki grabbed you and pushed you to the floor, arousal streaked through your body as you were held firmly beneath him, his emerald eyes searing into your own, your heart racing and your mind racing a mile a minute trying to find a way that this can be explained platonically. He was just fighting you, he didn’t want a real reaction, totally not!
Loki, for the most part, kept his attraction to you a secret but as you became a true competitor for him in the ring, he licked his lips at the challenge and eagerly fought back. When he pinned you to the mat, he saw the spark of arousal in your eyes and his grin morphed into a smirk. “TKO, darling,” he whispered seductively, watching your eyes flutter before you seemed to come back to yourself, bring yourself to your feet and scurry away.
From behind him, Loki heard a groan and he chuckled to himself. “Is there a problem, Agent Romanoff?” he asked with a pleased hint to his voice, rolling his head and groaning at the satisfying cracks that could be heard.
“Whatever you’re doing to her, Loki, I suggest you stop,” Romanoff warned, her eyes aflame as she stared at the God of Mischief, “she’s a good asset.”
Innocently, Loki flashed a smirk at Romanoff before striding out of the training room, his bag and towel following after him surrounded by a green glow.
~~
After that, no matter where you were; somehow Loki was too!
Even if you’d checked that he was in his room before heading out anywhere, he just appeared and soured your day. Well – not really, but you acted like it did. In the library, the gym, the kitchens or even out in the city as you got very stir crazy.
Now, you're back in your quarters and you get your first real chance to relax for a moment with Loki constantly following you around. After a rough day, your mind is going a mile a minute as you go through all the different ways he's interacted with you lately. Sure, he could just be friendly and interested in getting to know someone new, but the way he looked at you... the way his eyes locked onto yours... was there something more? You refused to believe it. Loki, the God of Mischief, could never be attracted to you.
Now that you had a moment to think, your stomach growled and you sighed at the realisation that you'd need to step out of your room yet again to get food. You could order but the temptation to get pizza or McDonald's would be too strong. Clicking the lock of your door, you stepped out into the dark hallway and made haste to the kitchens three floors below. Only when the elevator doors dinged open, you were greeted with the heated green gaze of the one God you did not want to see right now.
"Loki," you whispered in shock before calming your racing heart and stepping into the elevator, pressing the 16th floor button, "how convenient that you are here."
He flashes that grin at you that always seems to make your heart skip a beat. Loki casually leans against the opposite wall of the elevator and gazes at you with those enchanting emerald eyes. "Hardly, I just needed food. I suspect you did too?" he asks with that slight smirk.
"That's a very nice outfit you're wearing, darling," he adds. His smile shifts slightly at your blush, that blush that is totally just a natural response and not from him teasing you at all.
You stammered as the elevator descended. Those three floors feeling as if they take an eternity to get past in order to get to the common area. It wasn't really a nice outfit you were wearing, in all honesty. Just simple green joggers and a black shirt. Something you'd simply thrown on to venture downstairs. You weren't aware that you were wearing Loki's favourite colours, didn't know that you were blatantly displaying your affections for him through your clothing.
"Thank you," you murmured so you didn't seem rude, hugging your arms before you gazed up at him and the red that tinted your cheeks deepened when you saw that Loki had not once looked away from you, even if you'd turned your head to the ground.
He stares at you, trying to hide a grin at your evident embarrassment. He likes seeing you blush, and your shy nature certainly makes it easy to do so. Loki decides that he will have a little fun with this. "Tell me, darling," he asks. "Do you happen to like the colour green?" he asks, keeping that smile on his face, just waiting to see your reaction.
Oblivious to the double meaning to his words, you eagerly nodded and grabbed at your joggers, proudly displaying them to the God of Mischief.
"Yeah," you gushed, a goofy grin on your lips that pulled at Loki's heart, your eyes full of innocent pride, "always has been a favourite, always will be."
He raises an eyebrow at you, his smile growing slightly with that innocent pride you have for what you're wearing. Loki decides to play along with your innocence and go to the next step.
"Why, darling," he says, his voice full of mock surprise. "You're not trying to signal that you like me, are you?"
Heat once again rushed to your cheeks at the suggestion. Why would he ask that? Where had that ever been a signal that you liked him? Unless... no- it couldn't be. You remembered a conversation from months ago, Thor had suggested that women who wore red would always be seen as representing him in a way with their colour. Did Loki hold that belief too?
Loki watches the way you react with great interest, and is amused by that adorable blush of yours.
"Oh, darling," he replies. "I simply love a woman who knows how to show off their affection for a man. It's the ultimate form of respect."
His expression shifts slightly, and he takes a small step closer to you. "What, does this little outfit you're wearing mean that you think of me so much that you don't mind the chance that others might see as you trying to court me?" he asks in a playful tone.
"I- I- I didn't mean to-" you stammered; your cheeks flushed bright red by now yet again - though you supposed they'd never stopped being so since entering the elevator-. Your pride for your outfit faded, replaced by nervousness and a little bit of arousal for the God before you. His gaze seared into your soul, laid you bare before him, helpless to even process the fact that the elevator had long since stopped, the emergency stop button being pressed by Loki minutes ago.
"You didn't mean to?" the God asks, feigning innocence despite knowing exactly the effect he's having on you. He takes another small step closer, still keeping that charming grin on his face as he looks at you with those enchanting eyes.
His hand comes up to your throat, and he leans in closer, whispering in your ear. "Maybe you should come back to my room, darling," he says in a soft voice, as if that suggestion is the most natural thing in the world.
Your eyes widened in shock, your body trembling as if processed his request. He said it so naturally! How could he say that so casually?! So many questions raced through your mind as you stared up at him, your lip trembling as you struggled to find words to portray the whirlwind in your mind. Suddenly you realised you were trapped in this elevator with Loki for who knows how long, and you were ultimately playing a game of cat and mouse with the God of Mischief.
"I don't- I can't- we- we're partners, Loki, what will the others think?" you whispered, trying to hard to shy away from the handsome God before you.
He grins at you, amused at the sudden confusion you're feeling. He leans in even closer, his warm breath on your ear as he slowly leaned in closer to you. "Who cares what the others think?" he whispers. "They don't matter. Only we matter here. Don't you want me, darling?" he asks, his voice husky and full of the most hypnotic desire.
Loki's breath catches in his throat as he looks at you, lost in your beauty. "Give in... we have both waited too long, have we not?" he whispers.
Biting your lip, you tried one last time to shy away from his affections but your movement was prevented by a large hand encompassing your throat and pulling you closer to him and soft lips were pressed to your own. Shock rippled through your body as you took in this sudden action before your mind became quiet and you melted into the kiss.
He holds you close, a passionate grip with one of his arms wrapped around you so that you can feel the warmth of his body and his muscles as your lips mingle with his.
As he pulls back from the kiss, Loki is visibly panting. "I can feel your heartbeat, darling," he whispers. "You like my presence all the more." You can't deny it. Loki seems to make your heart jump even more now.
"I have wanted..." you hesitated, shame filling your body at the realisation that Loki had at least been interested in you for a while and you'd be avoiding him. "Since you came here, I have been intrigued by you then... one day... it was feelings and then... I tried to hide it," you whispered with a soft laugh, shaking your head and avoiding his gaze.
Loki wraps you in a warm embrace, running his hands over your hair. "Darling, you're so adorable. Why ever would you try and hide this from me?" he asks, looking directly into your eyes. "Let me show you just how interested I am in you."
Loki's eyes shift to something you hadn't expected: hunger. His eyes were always beautiful, but now they were filled with raw desire. And it was focused entirely on you.
Food forgotten, you pressed the button for your floor and wrapped your arms around Loki's neck, awaiting the arrival of your floor four floors above you.
Hey guys! It's my birthday tomorrow! I know I haven't posted in a hot minute but life has been stressful with Uni and school placement! Wishing you all the best 🥰❤️
Friends, do you remember this little Christmas treat ?? 🎄
I had SO much fun organizing and reading all these stories so I’d like to host this event anew this year ❤️
> Would you like to do this again ??
Depending on the resonance I’ll set up the official 'invitation' and rules etc this weekend so we’ll have enough time to drop in our requests, organize and write 🎅🏻
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