Masterlist - I'm having to redo my post to include links to each fic, but everything I've written should be on AO3 :)
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So, this is how it ends, you thought, while flat on your back and staring at the sky.
Your chest hurt from the impact of a projectile, and a suspicious wetness slowly bled through your coat, and through the fingertips of your gloves.
The light faded as the battle raged on around you. You were just able to discern the voices of your team mates, and sporadically heard your beloved as he shouted orders. The crunch of snow alerted you to his approach.
“Are you alright? Darling?” Loki knelt beside you, his brow furrowed in concern.
“I’m hit,” you murmured.
“Here, let me-“ He leaned forward in order to help you sit up, but you gently pushed his hands away.
“Avenge me.”
His brow furrowed even deeper as he took a deep breath. With a curt nod, he stood up, and yanked down the hem of his tunic before he strode off determinedly.
A forever later (well, more like ten minutes later), he returned. You hadn’t moved, so he stood quietly for a couple of minutes.
“Are you quite finished dying, my dear?” He finally asked.
“That was an award winning performance, sir!” You replied, with a huff.
“Brava!” He replied, while clapping slowly.
“Jerk.”
He grinned then, knowing that you couldn’t stay angry with him for long. You threw a snowball at him, which disintegrated with a small burst of magic.
“Are you okay??” Bucky jogged over, and his concern was evident. So, he was the culprit that’d taken you down.
“You nearly killed me!”
“And I’ve paid for that,” he replied, with a side eye at Loki.
“Loki!” You scolded, when you noticed a red splotch on Bucky’s cheek, likely caused by a direct hit from a frozen missile. “This was supposed to be a friendly snowball fight.”
Loki merely shrugged as he brushed snow off his sleeve. “He’ll survive. Are you ready to get up now?”
“May as well. My ass is frozen.”
They both took your proffered hands, and pulled you up. You began to brush snow off your clothes, with Loki helping.
“I know what will warm you up,” he commented, while ignoring Bucky.
“That's my cue to leave,” Bucky said. “See ya back at the Tower. I’ll need a rematch, Laufeyson.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
You smacked Loki on the arm at the not so subtle insinuation of his warming method. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
“That was totally unnecessary,” you told him. “Jerk.”
“But you love me.”
Your eyes met his sea green eyes that twinkled playfully, but also serenely.
“I sure do. Now, let’s get home and warm up.”
*********
I’m out of practice posting on tumblr. I hope this little blurb finds you well.
There was a game on Facebook years ago, where you hit a friend with a snowball. This is my version of it. It’s the Snowball of Mutual Tumblr Friends. Pass it on, and splat someone you know, follow, or even some random person! 😂🤣😝
This is totally the answer for "Tell me something about yourself." I've never figured out how to word it, but ^^^THIS^^^ is exactly what I do! And it makes me so happy! Because it's so fun. I have so much fun with it. I truly find it satisfying. And stress free.
Omg this feels as liberating as the day I discovered that, "My twins are really just like puppies." I no longer freak out when they roll around and bite each other. I just bark to get their attention and then growl at them until they split up and retreat to their separate kennels bunk beds.
"One bed. One night. You sure you can behave?" + Bucky if that's okay with you, Roo :3
Nuance
No explicit warnings.
Trope: only one bed
"This is the place," the door bounces off the wall as Bucky pushes through. The agent isn't what you expect. His gruffness, sure, but there's something about him that unsettles you.
You enter behind him. The light flicks on. It's nothing special. Barely more than a room. He keeps his guns at the ready as he checks through the only other doorway.
"Bathroom," he states as he backs up.
He looks around. His cheek ticks. He holsters his gun. His metal fingers twitch.
"Just the night," he says as he sits on the bed. The metal frame creaks. You nod.
A bed, a table and chairs, and that's about it. You go around the other side of the mattress. It will do. It's his job to get you where you need to be. So, one night you can do.
You lay on your side, legs bent, staring at the wall. You feel him moving behind you. The zipper of his jacket slices the air.
"One bed. One night." He says as the mattress shifts. "You sure you can behave?"
You roll slightly to look at him. He's down to his undershirt. His thick arms bulge as he leans against the wall.
"Behave?" You echo.
He lifts a brow as he looks at you. "You know..."
"Did I do something wrong?" You ask.
He tilts his head. "Not yet."
You stare at him. Confused.
"You don't trust me?" You roll onto your back and push yourself up on your elbows. "I've given you no reason to distrust me. I already delivered the intel."
"Relax, doll," his eyes flick away from your face, "that isn't what I meant. This place is gonna get stuffy. Why don't you take that off."
You look down at the hoodie. It's not that thick. You drop flat and sigh.
"I'm not hot."
You roll onto your side.
"I tend to burn up at night. You'll probably feel it." He says.
"I'll stay over here," you assure him.
He exhales.
"But what if I don't stay over here?"
"I'll elbow you. Make sure you roll over." You say. "The bed is big enough."
He clucks. "It's big, sure. Doesn't feel big with both of us."
You feel his fingers brush your back. You flip over and stop his hand. You feel around the mattress.
"Did you lose something?" You search the bed.
He's quiet. He retracts his hand and leans back again. "Nah. I... I got it." He stares at the wall and clutches his hands together.
"Good. Sleep will be good. Tomorrow will be just as long. Right?"
Omg, could you please do a Loki story where Jotuns are basically space penguins, so now Loki has a crush on you and is frantically and meticulously looking for the perfect pebble to give you while Thor just watches and laughs.
The Pebble and the Frost Giant
Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)
Summary: Loki is trying to deny big feelings for you so he doesn't ruin your friendship but when he passes an area filled with pebbles and small rocks, he's unable to resist the urge to bring one back for you and tell you he loves you.
A/N: OMG! This is the cutest ask ever, I literally had to write it the second I got it. Most of the time it takes a week or so for me to get an idea from an ask but this one was pretty instant. Thank you so much for sending this, I really hope you like it! 💚
Also, I absolutely love the movie The Pebble and the Penguin! If anyone hasn't seen it, you should! 🐧
"Come on brother," Thor pats Loki on the knee and the younger prince looks up from his book in annoyance.
"I'm not going," Loki resumes reading as if Thor isn't there.
The older Asgardian sighs, "We've got at least an hour until the jet takes off. Let's go down by the water."
"I'm perfectly fine here," he licks his finger before flipping the page. Thor grins and pulls the book from his brother's grasp. "Give it back you oaf!"
"Just twenty minutes," Thor holds the book over his head.
"This trick worked much better when we were children and you towered over me," the younger prince easily reaches up to grip the book.
Before Loki can pull it free from his brother's grasp, Thor yanks it back and tosses it to the ground at their feet. "This is uncalled for," Loki bends to pick up the book but suddenly falls back, landing hard on the jet floor with a grunt.
"Is there a problem?" Thor asks with a smirk.
"No," Loki looks down at Mjolnir as it rests on top of his book. He stands, flicking his hand to produce a second book from his pocket dimension in a haze of green smoke. "I'll just read this-"
Thor chuckles as he pulls the book free from Loki a second time.
"Seriously?" The God of Mischief asks with a defeated sigh.
"Twenty minutes on the beach and I'll leave you alone for the rest of the night," Thor offers.
"For the rest of the week," Loki counters.
"Fine," the God of Thunder agrees and Loki's second book vanishes as the two brothers step out of the jet.
Thor and Loki walk down by the water in silence, the older Asgardian's eyes drift up towards the clouds floating by while Loki scans the beach in boredom. He looks down to check his watch when he's suddenly distracted by a small pile of tide polished stones ahead of him. Without thinking, he leaves his brother's side and begins walking towards them.
He kneels down, picking up a stone from the top of the pile, looking at it closely then tossing it to the side. "No," Loki mumbles to himself as he picks up a second then a third rock. "No," he shakes his head as he examines each for a few seconds.
"Where are you going?" Thor asks but Loki doesn't answer. He's too focused on the scattered rocks in front of him.
"None of these are good," Loki answers, dusting his sand covered hands on his pants.
"Loki," Thor comes closer, standing over his younger brother as he discards a handful of stones. Without a word, Loki gets up and moves to a nearby pile. "Okay seriously, what are you doing?"
"They're rocks," Thor chuckles, amused by his brother's sudden obsession.
"Yes but there has to be one here that's good enough," Loki says. "Not just good, no, it needs to be perfect," he adds in a quieter tone.
"You're not making any sense," he follows the younger prince to yet another pile. "Perfect for what?"
"For who," Loki responds vaguely.
Thor thinks as he follows his brother along the beach, trying figure out who Loki is referring to. To say he has few friends in an understatement, there's really only one person who even comes to mind. "Do you mean Y/N?" Thor asks.
Loki nods, his attention stolen away by an almost perfect stone. Almost isn't good enough though, he thinks as he tosses it towards the water in frustration.
"Why do you need to find one for N/N?" Thor asks as Loki sits on the sand and picks up a handful of rocks, throwing each away one at a time. "Does she collect rocks? I've heard some Midgardians do that. I wonder if that's more interesting than collecting stamps like Jane does?"
Loki doesn't answer this time, too lost in what he's doing, what he needs to do. I have to find it, he thinks. I don't have time for Thor and his ridiculous line of questions. It doesn't matter if he understands why, Norns I don't even understand why but that doesn't matter now. All that matters is finding Y/N the perfect stone. It can't be too big or too small, the size of her palm should work. It can't be broken, no cracked edges or holes, that won't do either. It needs to be perfect because- his frantic thoughts are cut off by his brother shouting.
"Norns! I know what you're doing," he stands over his brother who shifts to stay out of his shadow.
"I doubt that," Loki says without looking up from the stones in his hand. Because I don't know what I'm doing, he thinks.
"You're in love with Y/N," the older god announces when Loki gets up again to continue down the beach.
"Don't be absurd," Loki denies the truth he hides from everyone including you as he kneels down and begins the process of picking up each stone in the new pile one at a time.
"You are!" Thor laughs excitedly. This is a Jotun thing."
"What Jotun thing?" Loki looks up at his brother.
"I know this! I read about it when we were younger," Thor says then sighs as he thinks. "I can't remember the technical term for it but when Jotun men are in love, they bring their potential partner a stone as like a proposal."
"What?" Loki asks as he sits in the sand and looks up at his brother. He had never heard of this tradition before now but he also knows very little about his Jotun heritage. When he was a child, frost giants scared him terribly so he never studied them. Now that he knows the truth, he is almost too afraid to learn what horrid tales about them were accurate and which were only made up stories.
"Penguins on Midgard do it too," Thor continues excitedly as he remembers what he read centuries ago. "Ahh! Pebbling, that's what they call it. Your pebbling, you can't help it is like an instinct Jotun's have."
"That's ridiculous Thor. I'm not pebbling, or whatever you want to call it, because I'm not in love with-" Loki tries to argue with his brother but the words die as he finally finds it. The perfect stone for the most perfect woman on Midgard, Loki thinks as he turns it over in his hand. Norns help me, my brother is right and I'm not sure I'll be able to hide my feelings for her any longer.
Loki opens your office door after knocking and you get up from your desk as soon as he steps inside. "Hi," you greet him happily, meeting him in the middle of the room. "Welcome back."
"Thank you," he smiles when you wrap your arms around him. "I'm glad to be back," Loki says but what he really means is that he's glad to be back with you.
You rest your head on his chest and his hands settle on your back, holding you tightly to him. You could stay in his arms forever and sometimes you think Loki might let you. He doesn't let go first, he never does.
"You know you spoil me with these hugs," you tell him and he chuckles. "You're going to make me think I'm special cause I'm the only person that gets them."
He rubs your back lightly with one hand, "You are special."
Loki's heart pounds in his chest when he catches a glimpse of your blush despite your best efforts to hide it. "I have something for you," he says, clearing his throat.
You blush and slowly drop your arms, taking a step away from him. You don't want to let go but if he keeps talking like that, you're afraid you'll do something stupid like kiss him.
"You do? You didn't have to do that," you tell him as a smile spreads across your face. You can't help but feel excited by the idea that Loki thought of you while he was away. He never brought anything back for you before.
"It's nothing big," he says with a shrug, "It's actually probably stupid." This was a bad idea, he thinks. How could I possibly think she would accept a silly rock and suddenly be mine? I never should have listened to my idiot brother. Loki puts his hand in his coat pocket, running his thumb over the flat edge anxiously.
"I'm sure it's not stupid," you tell him, putting your hand on his arm. "What is it?"
He sighs and you can tell he's nervous which you find both adorable and interesting. You've never seen him act so unsure of himself and it really makes you want to hug him again.
He pulls a palm sized flat stone out of his pocket. It's perfectly circular and a pale gray with a hint of a blue when it catches the light. "I found it on the beach while we were waiting for the jet," he tries to steady his hand when you take it. He knows it's just a simple rock but the Jotun part of him is truly desperate for you to accept it, to accept him.
You smile and take it from him, bringing it close so you can study the smooth stone, "Loki it's so pretty."
"Really?" he asks in disbelief.
"Yeah," you nod quickly, your eyes still on the gift as you walk over to the window and turn it on the light. "Oh, look! it sparkles in the sun," you giggle.
He breaths a sigh of relief and walks over to you. "You like it?"
"I love it," you reach up and kiss the god's cheek lightly without thinking. "I'm sorry," you apologize quickly but when you look up at Loki you're completely surprised by his reaction.
His cheeks redden and he smiles. "It's quite alright," he tells you, his eyes never leaving yours.
You giggle, suddenly feeling even more nervous than you would have if Loki had seemed uncomfortable with the kiss and take a step away from him. Turning your back to him, you move to your desk but you can feel him following you, "I'm gonna keep it right here so I can see it when I miss you." You place the stone in between a photo of your friends and a mug your nephew made you.
"You miss me?" he asks.
"Yeah... when you're away on missions," you suddenly worry this conversation is going to lead to you accidentally telling your friend you love him if you don't figure out how to keep your mouth shut.
"I miss you when I'm gone too," Loki moves a bit closer to you until he's right behind you.
You turn to face him again, "Really?" You can't help but not believe him. For months you've been hoping he might care for you the way you care for him but its been so difficult to get past all of his walls.
He nods, "Always Y/N. The second the jet takes off, I start counting down the minutes until I can see you again."
Now it's your turn to blush deeply when he reaches out to take your hand. When you feel his fingers intertwine with yours, you suddenly get enough to courage to open up a bit more. "I try to plan my meetings around when I know you'll be back," you tell him. "This way I'm free to see you as soon as your home."
He chuckles and cups your cheek, "I would storm in here even if you were in a meeting with Fury just for one of your hugs."
"Y/N," he says, "Since we're being honest, I need to tell you one more thing." You bite your lip but the way he smiles relaxes you instantly. "I want to be more than just your friend, I want to take you on a date." I want you to be mine because I love you, he almost adds but he doesn't want to scare you away.
You giggle knowing he's not lying.
You're unable to form any words at first, looking up at Loki nodding which causes him to laugh a little nervously. "I'm not sure if that's a yes," he says.
"Yes!" you finally find your words but then they flow a little too freely. "I love y-" you stop and correct yourself hoping he won't notice your slip. "I would love to go out with you."
He strokes your cheek gently, moving closer to you as he puts his other hand on your lower back. "That's not what you were going to say," he smirks, the confident Loki you know returning swiftly.
You shake your head and bite your lip, suddenly losing your nerve.
"Fine, I'll go first," his lips are inches from yours. "I am hopelessly in love with you darling."
As soon as the words leave Loki's lips, you press your lips to his, closing your eyes and gripping the fabric on the back of his jacket. He kisses you back and when you finally break the kiss and chuckles, kissing your nose lightly. "Go on, say it," he smiles, holding you close.
You giggle, "I love you too, Loki."
"What are you doing?" Nat asks as you bend down for a closer look.
A few weeks later, you walk with Natasha and Aanda through Central Park on the way back from lunch. You nod as you listen to Wanda complain about Tony, agreeing with her when you accidentally kick a rock on the path in front of you. You stop to take a look at it and smile.
"I don't know, I just thought this one looked cool," you tell them.
"The rock?" Wanda asks.
"Yeah," you pick it up and turn it over in your hand. It's not very large but the rough stone is heart shaped and such a deep gray it's almost black. "I think Loki might like it."
"You two are so weird," Nat laughs.
You smile and put it in your pocket, "That's why we're such a cute couple."
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Masterlist - I'm having to redo my post to include links to each fic, but everything I've written should be on AO3 :)
In light of several of my mutuals having their work stolen and reposted on other sights (Wattpad, etc), I have this disclaimer:
I do not give anyone permission to translate, repost, or share my stories except by reblogging from this blog. This includes posting on Wattpad (or similar sites).
It also means no translations, no copy/pasting to a post on your blog, or to another account on AO3.
Reblogs are welcome, and truly appreciated.
Also, even though I don’t write explicit stories (I consider them as for ‘Mature Audiences’), if you are underage and choose to access adult content, that’s on you. Dead dove.
Summary: In the quiet early hours at Avengers Tower, you’re caught off guard when Bucky Barnes, unexpectedly complimenting your natural beauty, makes you question your insecurities. His sincere words begin to dissolve your self-doubt, leaving you feeling seen and appreciated, just as you are.
It was still early in the morning when you stumbled into the kitchen of Avengers Tower, eyes barely open, a yawn escaping your lips. You were dressed in oversized shorts and a baggy shirt, your messy hair in a loose knot on top of your head. The lack of makeup and the sleepiness in your eyes made you feel more self-conscious than you’d like to admit, but it didn’t stop you from heading straight for the coffee machine.
You hadn’t expected to be greeted by anyone at this hour. Most of the Avengers were early risers, but you knew they all had their routines, and this was your time to just exist in peace before the chaos of the day began. You filled your mug with the dark liquid and leaned against the counter, staring blankly at the kitchen island as you waited for the caffeine to kick in. The quiet hum of the Tower was comforting.
You weren’t expecting someone else to be there at this hour. But then you heard it: a low voice coming from the doorway.
"Morning."
You blinked in surprise, glancing over to see Bucky standing in the doorway, his hair a little unkempt, and wearing a simple T-shirt and sweatpants. He was one of the few people who could make a casual outfit look effortlessly good, and you tried not to notice the way his gaze lingered on you.
“Hey,” you mumbled, slightly caught off guard by his presence. You shifted uncomfortably, adjusting your posture and looking back down at your coffee. It wasn’t like you were ashamed of your appearance, but there was something about Bucky’s quiet intensity that made you feel… exposed.
You could feel him staring at you, his gaze heavy on the back of your neck. His presence was always intimidating, but it felt different now—more personal, more lingering. You shifted awkwardly, trying to look anywhere but at him.
“Why are you staring at me?” you asked, trying to mask the insecurity creeping into your voice. Your hands wrapped around your mug a little tighter as you took a small sip, avoiding his eyes.
Bucky’s gaze never wavered. He was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, still as quiet as ever. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, but he didn’t look away.
“Because I think you’re beautiful.”
His words hit you like a jolt of electricity, leaving you stunned and unsure of how to respond. Your heart raced a little, caught somewhere between surprise and disbelief. No one had ever said anything like that to you, especially not when you felt like you were looking at your least polished self. You opened your mouth, trying to form words, but nothing came out. It felt as if the air between you had suddenly thickened, the distance between the two of you narrowing in a way that made everything else fade away.
Bucky, noticing your hesitation, seemed to soften, his smile lingering. He took a step forward, though he kept a comfortable distance, and you could feel his eyes tracing your features.
Before you could say anything, there was a sound from behind him. The rest of the team had entered the kitchen, Sam, Steve, and Natasha, all talking among themselves. It was a little distracting, and the sudden noise helped you regain some composure. You pulled your gaze away from Bucky and tried to act casual, but your heart was still pounding in your chest.
“Morning, guys,” you muttered, focusing on stirring your coffee.
“Look who’s up early,” Sam teased, throwing a playful wink in your direction. You gave him a tight smile, still feeling a little awkward, but grateful for the distraction.
“Coffee, huh?” Natasha asked, nodding at your mug. “Good idea.”
Steve, meanwhile, was exchanging a few words with Bucky, but the older soldier was unusually quiet. You noticed him glance at you again when Sam and Natasha started talking about something else. It was subtle, but his attention was unmistakable, and it made you fidget in your seat.
You tried to shake it off, but every time Bucky looked at you, the small flutter in your chest returned.
As the conversation continued around you, you found yourself caught between trying to remain calm and trying not to overthink what Bucky had said. His words echoed in your mind, and despite your usual self-assurance, the insecurity gnawed at you. How could he think you were beautiful? You weren’t even dressed up, and your hair was a mess. It felt like a compliment that was too big, too out of reach, for someone like you.
Finally, after a few more quiet moments, Bucky took a deep breath and seemed to step closer to you, his voice low and steady.
“Hey,” he said, making sure you looked up at him. “I meant it.”
You blinked, still caught in the whirlwind of your thoughts. “What?”
“That I think you’re beautiful,” Bucky said again, his tone firm, but this time there was no teasing, no hesitation. Just sincerity. “Even like this. Especially like this.”
His words hit you harder than the first time, and your chest tightened. It was one thing for him to say it, but another to actually believe it. You felt your face flush, unsure of how to respond, but you didn’t have to. Bucky, as quiet as ever, seemed content to simply stand there, waiting for you to take in what he had said.
The rest of the team continued their conversation, but it was like a distant hum now. Everything faded in the background except for Bucky’s steady gaze and his soft, honest words.
“Thanks,” you whispered, feeling your insecurities start to melt away just a little bit. “I… I needed to hear that.”
Bucky’s smile was small but genuine, and this time when he spoke, there was a softness to his voice that you hadn’t heard before. “You don’t need to hear it from anyone else, (Y/N).”
And for the first time that morning, the weight of your self-consciousness felt just a little bit lighter.
There was a game on Facebook years ago, where you hit a friend with a snowball. This is my version of it. It’s the Snowball of Mutual Tumblr Friends. Pass it on, and splat someone you know, follow, or even some random person! 😂🤣😝
Masterlist - I'm having to redo my post to include links to each fic, but everything I've written should be on AO3 :)
In light of several of my mutuals having their work stolen and reposted on other sights (Wattpad, etc), I have this disclaimer:
I do not give anyone permission to translate, repost, or share my stories except by reblogging from this blog. This includes posting on Wattpad (or similar sites).
It also means no translations, no copy/pasting to a post on your blog, or to another account on AO3.
Reblogs are welcome, and truly appreciated.
Also, even though I don’t write explicit stories (I consider them as for ‘Mature Audiences’), if you are underage and choose to access adult content, that’s on you. Dead dove.
“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it
