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i wanna love you, but i don't know how | Edward Guinness x OC | House of Guinness | Part 1 |

He moved closer, inch by inch, closing the distance that felt so far - between us.

It felt like everything was happening incrementally, I could feel his eyes scanning my face, as if to ask if it was okay, what he was doing.

His warm breath whispered across my cheek, making me feel hot and flustered, and causing me to flicker my eyes briefly away towards the fireplace.

The fireplace burning was a metaphor for how we, or certainly I was feeling, the smoke billowing just like a building fire.

Our lips hovered, mere centimetres from each other, wanting to act on the impulse we both felt.

I could feel the desire echoing from both of us just as we closed the divide and finally our lips met in an unspoken dance of tongues.

Our hands employed the task of tenderness and inclination, roaming each other like the Irish fields of emerald green.

Our eyes meeting each other once more as my breath hitched, seeing the flecks of green in the hazel hue of his eyes.

The fire between us wasn't stoked, even now. Not before not after, even if we walked away, there was something else, something more.

Before this I couldn't remember last we spoke, we were denying ourselves the incredulous freedom that we craved.

“I can’t do this Maeve” he admitted, pulling away agonisingly.

“Why? Because i’m just a ‘maid’” i spat furiously.

He didn’t respond, just stayed calm and quiet.

It fueled my anger even more, this was tedious, lust and frustration was rushing through my veins and i couldn’t handle it any longer.

“So fucking a Fenian is fine but when you want to fuck your old maid thats off limits to you and your morals? Or lack thereof... Huh, Edward? (Irish swear)”

I stormed off but Edward cornered me again, walking slowly, first he had frustration on his face before he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration and uncertainty.

"Look... You're not just a maid and you know that, you've never been just a maid, Maeve. You know you're more than that, you've always meant more to me... I, God... I don't know how to do this, I've never known... I'm not good at this" he explained, sighing and looking off into the distance, pondering.

—-----

They don't know how my blood boils from the depths of Cloonboo that I came from.

I started working at the Guinness house when a job came up after I'd travelled into the city from the small dwelling from which I originated.

I had managed to get a job as a leech collector for my mother who helped with Guinness' household’s doctor’s treatments with the traditional medicine that they could only access from the small township.

It was a messy and tiring job but it's the only one that paid even a small amount, and got my mother and I through the famine, when the rest of our family had passed from sickness, fatigue and starvation from which I had never recovered.

After the Great Hunger, my mother got too sick to function, after the rest of my family had passed.

I had no idea what caused it but some said it was the grief that so many were struck down by, like a dagger to the heart after the events and their turmoil surpassed, leaving just me - so I was promoted to my mum's role.

The death of my siblings destroyed my mother to no end, she was haunted by the death of my siblings and father, that’s what i think ultimately killed her and i needed vengeance.

Then with everything I had saved, and through the ‘charity’ of the Guinness’ I was able to have a formal schooling, but it was mostly of my own hard work.

What happened was my mother worked for them and all she wanted after everyone passed and she got sick, was wanting me to get a formal education.

Benjamin Guinness brought that dream to fruition, under the proviso that I stay as a maid, working for them to pay off my mother’s debt, and for that I hated them.

I think somewhere in his soul, this was his way of ‘repaying’ my mum and trying to be nice, but it hurt and I felt like some sort of slave.

He was ruthless and there was no doubt about that, he was the richest man in Ireland of course.

His children were ruthless in their own ways too but one of them, Benjamin, or Ben, as i call him - was a sweetheart but the black sheep of the family.

He was troubled deeply, and was on ‘the bottle’ significantly, making financially ill decisions that cost him a lot, including his pride, image, freedom and sanity.

Ben didn’t let that stop him and he still went out and did god knows what, he would make a deal with the devil if it helped his cause, misguided he was.

Then there was Arthur, the eldest and by far the poshest.

He liked everything to go his way and if it didn’t there was hell to pay, you wouldn’t know what hit you if you crossed him.

Many people envied his power and wealth, but they didn’t know his secret, i didn’t have a problem with it, the rest of society would.

It would have dire consequences, especially his upcoming campaign for Parliament.

Unlike me, I would never purposely spill it, but it was good to have under my belt.

He liked the finer things in life, baths, exotic foods, arts, leisure sports, pins, the more than modest use of electricity, fur, etcetera and he got it when he wanted it.

Edward… He was different, he needed everything to be right and in its place, and if it wasn’t he would lose it, he was a brat, not as bad as Arthur, but he was very particular.

He was highly strung, blunt, fastidious and he annoyed me very much.

More than the others, he was such an arrogant person, nothing got in his way.

Some say like his sister - that he had a kind-heart and would move the world for those he loved,

There was Anne, she was strong willed, but more passive than her brothers, calmer and more charitable, intelligent and just nice… I didn’t mind her.

I was her head maid and I attended to her every need, which was alright because she didn’t yell at me like the other two, minus Ben.

They still completely had no idea the carnage that their family had caused, the mayhem, the grief.

They had brought hell to the inhabitants of Cloonboo, taxing them large amounts, evicting them, not providing them with any food or water.

My mother was trying to provide for the whole family, my two older brothers, my dad and my baby sister.

But unfortunately there was nothing that could be done and they passed on, not peacefully - but in agony.

Their frail and twisted bones, thin veins, barely pumping heart and their malnourished bodies.

We all tried eating anything we could, all the families nearby were gaunt and dying, no hope for any of us, but it was the luck of the draw who would live and who would die.

For some cruel reason I was left alive to suffer, suffer through my own mental anguish, the pain of losing my family and the sadness of losing my friends.

In my mind, they had to pay, it was the only fair option, nothing could change that, not even the niceties of Anne.

I was still filled with rage at the family, they treated others as if they were lesser than them and had no self-awareness, which made them ignorant to the problems of society, and the problems of today.

They thought I would be useful in the main house, but I still had to pass the interview to become a maid, mainly, but who had other knowledge, although I was shaky nonetheless, being at the ripe age of 17.

Working up through the ranks was hard and took a long time.

Most of my childhood, I had no fun, just lessons all the time, and then work.

It was agonising, but it was what I had to do for her, for my mother, for my family, for those who never made it.

Sir Benjamin didn't approve of me but respected my mother and her work, seeing her as hardworking, and had some sliver of compassion in his heart.

That compassion was somewhere, god knows where, to keep me on as a staff member; but he was overtly distrustful, to most of the staff... Especially me, even though he did favours to show he was grateful.

Only to counteract the evil he had done and to shut my mouth and pay me off in the form of more schooling so I wouldn't reveal the truth to anyone, it absolutely made my blood boil.

He said I was to work for the family forever, until I passed or got sick enough to the point that I couldn't work anymore.

That just added to the hatred, the burning feeling of anger that overtook me whenever I had a spare moment to think, I was enraged.

The theme of his was keep his friends close and his enemies even closer - and it worked, very well.

He had a habit of working people to the bone, or treating them as such so they couldn’t rise up against them because they had been pushed to death’s doorstep or further.

So many workers had been injured or killed but he had covered that up too, so now the men were working under more favourable conditions - it was like nobody knew, because no one would dare bring it up.

Coming from cloonboo he labelled me as a Fenian, as he was a Unionist, but really, I was neither.

They had a strong angelical faith, and practiced catholicism and they were also Unionists.

If they were truly Catholic then they would be so much kinder, they would follow Jesus’ footsteps and work and think in the image of God.

God would be ashamed, there were ten commandments and they broke more than all of them.

Doing what I needed to do to survive was paramount and my only goal... Other than purehearted revenge.

The only solace I had was my friends, Aisling and Finley.

I knew Aisling from the job and she had been my friend for years, more recently I had made friends with Finley and sometimes it had gotten to the stage that we appeared like more than friends but we had never done anything or acted on the urges - mainly because I was too scared or because I was being approached by Benjamin.

Benjamin always had a soft spot for me, looking after me when he could, although those times became few and far between when he turned to the drink... And the opium.

The sweet boy he was, almost vanished completely and taken over by a drunken, dependant and disheveled man, if you could even label him as such.

He acted like a little boy, so cruelly and attentively ripped apart by the bitterness of his dad, and his siblings, but his sister didn't help.

His sister Anne, was a lovely woman, forward thinking, selfless and kind, but dismissed by others as she wasn't one of the men, put down to just her marriage, childbearing abilities and nothing more, but has wit like a sly fox, although she wasn't.

She has time for everyone and everything, even at one point Mr. Rafferty, but no one brought that up unless they had a death wish, especially not in front of her brothers, especially not Edward.

I was the one who breached the subject, being forced into submission by the eldest, Arthur, against Benjamin's dismay and even Edward wasn't best pleased by my inquisition, but was even more displeased by the truth I spoke.

They debated punishing me for keeping it from them, Benjamin stayed as hushed as a mouse as he downed even more liquor, so as not to stir and provoke the situation.

But his sister Anne, came to my defence, begging and pleading that no harm would come to me as I was instructed to uphold the confidence by her…

Plus Mr. Rafferty naturally struck the fear of God into me.

Plus, she had convinced them that I was a trusted employee and one day they would make good of me with my ‘talents’ and whatnot, but even in that moment I was simply just a dispensable maid.

Ben rolled his eyes before infamously passing out, just as usual.

Anne was picking at the hem of her very well tailored dress and shaking as she downed a glass of poitín.

Trying not to make eye contact with the two more sensible of her remaining brothers as they decided what the next undertaking would be and if I would come to any penance.

I uttered a quick but polite “is there anything else Sir’s. I must go to light the fires in the main bedrooms and tend to the uh - um, to make sure Lady Anne is ready for bed” and bowed.

Arthur flew into a rage and stormed out, slamming the large double doors behind him “I guess that just leaves us then…” Edward mused, tapping on the crystal glass he held, with his fingers so it was making a ‘clinking’ noise.

He spun around, making direct eye contact with me, causing me to look down at the floor and awkwardly shuffle, before I realised his glass was empty, so fetched a crystal decanter that matched his glass, filled with, you guessed it - poitín and filled it for him “Sorry Master Edward” I bowed, before placing it back on the table.

I would always run around after him, I despised it and he knew exactly how to rile me up too, that’s why I always had a soft spot for Ben; he seemed more human, more mortal - with his mistakes.

He was the most honest one hare, and the others despised him for it.

“That's not what I was implying… but as you filled it, thank you. As the second eldest and therefore the second in charge” he announced, pausing to emphasize and likely find the words, he once again faced me and directed me to sit.

“Oh for fucks sake” Benjamin groaned, placing a pillow over his head, hearing Edward announce his prestige once too many times (again).

Not that he wasn't aware of it already.

I sat down awkwardly, looking over to Anne who had her head bowed and her eyes looking somewhere else completely in disdain, as if she didn't want to acknowledge her ‘little fault’.

Of course she didn't, and no one, including myself, did.

“it falls to me - as usual - to take the reins and announce… no - decide your punishment, and therefore your fate here, young Maeve” he smirked, seeming somewhat entertained by the power in which was vested in him, which certainly wasn't a new thing but the alcohol, it being his sixth glass, was definitely going to his head.

I'd been around them for years, I certainly knew when they were, sober or drunk… or anything in between - the in between was usually just them being retched pigs, but again, comes with the name and not in any way surprising.

Cloonboo, that's all I had to remind myself of, just work and you'll get your revenge, they'll get what's coming for them, as they all do.

Everyone gets toppled or usurped eventually, their time will come, and I can feel it in my veins for certain, the time is near.

“And my punishment is… Sir?” I over exaggerated purposely, addressing Edward, knowing how much he loved when someone saw through his ego and stood up to him.

“Ooohohohoh” Ben chuckled darkly, “it's definitely on now, ten pounds he'll fire her”, he bet, with money he didn't have.

He could be a real dickhead sometimes, especially with the drink.

“Shut up knucklehead. You don't have ten pounds” Anne scoffed, taking another sip of her drink, before lighting a cigarette.

Of course Ben would speak up now and hurt my feelings, he drove the knife in further by ‘betting’ on it, with his nonexistent money.

Edwards hazel eyes turned even darker than I thought possible, those thick eyebrows furrowed furiously and his jaw clenched, he looked as if he were about to say something but paused.

He gripped the back of the couch, gripping it until his knuckles turned white and then scoffed, before he smirked darkly and smashed his glass on the ground.

Knowing that even despite my nightly tasks, I'd still have to find the time to clean the liquor and smashed glass whilst also trying not to, but inevitably making Anne wait to go to bed.

“Edward you fuckwit!” Ben yelled, about to jump up and fight his brother, knowing that it was just more work I had to do, whilst being caring because he knew I could very well hurt myself.

I sighed, Anne rolled her eyes, “very mature… that's boys for you” she muttered under her breath.

None of them really cared about me and the work I had to do for them, that’d soon change.

Edward stood, smirking, waiting to see my next move “okay” I sighed.

“Everyone out… that includes you Benjamin! I'll quickly clean this mess up and then make my way to your room Lady Anne. Sorry for the untimely and feeble-minded disruption” I emphasized facetiously, looking innocently at Edward but with a smirk that put him back in his place.

He mumbled something before scoffing, and just as he was about to leave he slowed down his pace before he paused and then stopped completely.

By this time, everyone else has already cleared out of the room, even poor drunken Benjamin, even if he did have a tongue as sharp as the glass that I'd been instructed to pick up.

“I think… Miss Maeve. You should fetch me another glass of alcohol. You choose what, I'm not fussy. Then I'll just simply watch you clean up the mess that you made” he instructed me, chuckling, before dusting off his shoulders and sitting down.

Even if he was an arsehole, he’d always get me flustered by saying these sorts of things, he knew that too and played on it.

We had a fierce rivalry that no one could compete with - and they wouldn’t want to, it got ugly at the best of times.

“Yes Master Edward Guiness” I said tongue-in-cheek, knowing he had a fond dislike of his full title being used.

“Don't play smart with me Maeve. You know what I have the power to do. I could just simply fire you here and now” he smirked, raising his eyebrows.

I felt like yelling at him, ‘then do it, bitch’, but I knew my place, and stayed silent.

“Why aren’t you saying anything, come on, i know what you want to say” he grinned, looking up at me with those hauntingly charming, but devious, hazel eyes.

I took a breath, “Oh yeah, well why don't you just do it then and put everyone out of their misery” I mumbled sarcastically, obviously louder than I thought because as soon as I'd said it, I could immediately tell he'd heard me.

“Interesting, I guess we do have a predicament… then” he smiled mischievously.

I rolled my eyes, full well knowing if this was anyone else I would've already packed my bags and been on the next train out of this godforsaken city, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing.

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Hey guys so this has been a long time coming and I really hope you enjoy it. I've put my heart and soul into it and there's a lot more to come!

Just an update on life: I like fanfic more than real life romance okay bye

Also Bob is cute and I would do anything for him

Okay that's all 💗

ourghoststories

Hey guys so I'm writing a house of Guinness fanfic and I have no idea where to post it but I don't want to do it it on here because it's already 31,000 words

Where should I post it

It's Edward x OC

ourghoststories

Okay so I've gone part time to uni so I'm actively editing the story even though I haven't finished it yet so chapters should be up relatively soon

I bring the pop to the cinema you pop when we get intimate (Cinema) = it's making me pop (Pop)

So he likes using pop as a double entendre

Is canonically the song that leads to pop on the next album, just saying.

Harry riding the bike in American girls is just Harry from kiss you

*someone add the gifs please

Carla's song is Satellite pt 2. change my mind

Hey guys so I'm writing a house of Guinness fanfic and I have no idea where to post it but I don't want to do it it on here because it's already 31,000 words

Where should I post it

It's Edward x OC

Drunken Mischief | Loki x Reader | Part 2 |

Holy shit, what time was it? Where was I? Why did I have this banging headache and “AHH-” I yelled as I realised a man was lying next to me in bed and we were both as good as naked.

"Jesus. Y/N, are you okay?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck

“I- you-” I stuttered, trying to remember the previous night.

We had obviously come back to mine after a night out, maybe I'd done something with him?

I started puzzling bits of the night together in my head.

“No. For your information, we-” he said, pointing back and forth to both of us “did not do anything. Calm down. You gave me a fright” he smiled gently and his deep green eyes pierced through me, making me nervous again.

The memories from the previous night flooded back and I realised that I had gotten both of us shitfaced, not a good look to a potential… Date?

“Yes, you did get us wasted. No, it was not responsible at all. And yes, I did enjoy myself a bit too much” he murmured, letting out a yawn.

“I have the worst hangover… I hope I didn't make you do anything you didn't want to because sometimes I can be a bad influence “ I groaned, placing the plush pillow over my head.

He removed it and peered over, “luckily for me, God's don't get hangovers”.

“Well good for you, give me the pillow back. I'm a mere mortal and I do in fact get hangovers, so if you value your life, you'll give me the damned pillow back” I said sarcastically, my voice filled with venom.

“Ooh feisty. I like it. And only if you ask nicely… say please” he joked, holding the pillow far out of my reach.

“Pleeeeease. Or maybe you can do some mind tricks and reverse my hangover?” I asked, pleadingly.

He laughed, looking down and then up again and wish a woosh made flowers sprout up from his hands, it was beautiful ”I'm afraid… that's not quite how it works Y/N, but I can do this cool little as you humans would call it, ‘party trick’” he mused, seeing my bewilderment.

“Humans..? If you're not human then… What are you, Loki?” I asked curiously and gently as I could tell i was broaching a sensitive subject.

“You don't want to know. It's best if you stay away from me… you don't want to get hurt” he said grimly, pushing me away, after all, I was a mere stranger.

“Loki…” I sighed as he sat up, and massaged his muscled shoulders with my hands

“I should get going, it was nice to meet you Y/N maybe we'll cross paths in another timeline” he said, void of any emotions.

What an odd thing to say about a timeline…

He was detaching himself from his feelings, I knew that all too well because I do the same thing when I feel to much and start dissociating.

Sometimes life was so hard that you just have to seperate yourself from the hurt, otherwise it just leads to destructive behaviour, rumination and harm - to those involved and especially yourself.

I sighed, “I understand Loki. Look after yourself” there went my potential date. But I wasn't so concerned about that, I just wanted to make sure he was okay.

But more than anything right now he probably needed space, so that's what I gave him, as he got dressed and before he left, he glanced back at me and gave me a gentle smile; and of course… it gave me butterflies.

This was too soon, he was right to leave after everything that had happened, he was probably worried that I was using him as a rebound and didn't want to hurt my feelings.

It left me wondering, who was he and what was he?

Not that I really cared, a nice person is a nice person, regardless of who they were or where they came from.

I got up and got ready for work, although I was already late.

My mind was focusing on everything but work, all I could think about was him, and it was kind of weird.

I just hadn't had this kind of connection with someone, even with my ex - it wasn't that good, there wasn't a spark straight away; maybe that's the whole reason why it didn't up working.

That and the fact he was a total tool and user who was narcissistic and didn't care about hurting people's feelings, not even mine, his girlfriend of three years.

It was just a whim but he had risked his safety to use him magic to protect me, and that made me feel safe and somewhat special.

I arrived at work and acted as if nothing had happened, it was the best way… I needed to forget about him, Loki.

—

After work had finished, I decided that why not, fuck it - I'd go back to the bar where I met Loki, to see if there was any sign of him there… Here's to hoping.

I walked into the bar and it was eerie, I had a bad feeling for some reason, and this time there was no sign of him and he wasn't going to help me, a damsel in distress.

I gulped, before I went up to the bar and asked the bartender for a whiskey sour, it was the same guy as the other time, what a stupid fucking idiot.

After I finished my drink I figured I'd say something, “hey! Thanks for being so helpful the other day” I said sarcastically.

“You should go somewhere else, I'm not even supposed to be talking to you. One word, he's dangerous” he whispered discreetly, before scurrying away.

“What does that mean? Hello…?” I yelled and he pretended like I didn't exist, what a great way to start a night.

“That was more than one word” I muttered, feeling goosebumps travelling up my arms in anticipation.

I decided I'd quit while I was ahead, nothing good could come of all this bizarre shit.

Just as I was headed off, I bumped into someone, it took me a second but I looked up and it was the same guy who was a creep to me the other night, James.

“Hello again, Y/N” he snickered, staring at me.

I stayed quiet and ignored him, annoying him even more so he moved closer, and even closer.

“I know you can see me… if I were you I'd take more care than you have been, you don't know who's lurking around these parts and what they might do to you” he threatened, narrowing his eyes.

When he stepped forward I took an even bigger step back “I don't want to cause trouble, that's the last thing I'd want. Can you let me past please? There's somewhere I need to be” I lied, feeling a lump in my throat.

“Hmmmm… should I? I haven't decided yet” he smirked cockily, knowing he had all the power in this situation and I had none.

I mustered up as much courage as I could and pushed past him, trying to leave all of the trouble behind.

This was the last thing I needed.

—-

It had been about a month since I had gotten drunk with Loki and I had almost forgotten him, almost.

I hadn't seen him around anywhere so I had just decided to give up searching, my heart knew what it wanted, but unfortunately, life doesn't work like that.

It was just another boring day, I had gone to work and had then come back home and was sitting down watching TV and relaxing, when I heard a knock at the door… who could it be, especially at this time of night?

Just as I went to open the door, it slammed open, knocking me down and hurting me quite badly, I lived alone so no-one was gonna hear me or help me, I was screwed.

This was some sort of fucked up home invasion.

People that looked like the SWAT team, dressed in all black with machine guns stormed the house, before a man walked in… holy shit.

It was him - the man from the club.

How the fuck did he know where I lived and why was he sending a whole team of operatives to mess me up when he could just do it himself? maybe he was just drunk on the power and instead of losing, targeted what he wanted and had to get it.

In this case ‘it’ was me.

I wished with every fibre in my being that Loki was here.

They picked me up from the ground and dragged me into the living room, and just as I was about to scream, which was futile anyway, they firmly out a hand over my mouth and James shushed me as they put me on a chair and tied me up with ziplocks.

Then they put masking tape over my mouth, and I was horrified… what was going to happen?

Was I going to die?

“You're very stupid Y/N, for pissing me off. Your little ‘friend’ isn't here to save you now… is he?” He laughed darkly.

I tried kicking but it didn't work, it was pointless.

I screamed but the masking tape prevented any noise from coming out except for a muted yell.

“Now, time to see if he's going to come and fall for this little trap” he yelled.

Hopefully the neighbours would've been able to tell that something bad was going on, but I wasn't holding out much hope, they'd probably be as scared as I was.

Plus, it looked like the SWAT team had just come and raided my house.

So maybe no one would come, then what?

They put a gun to my head as there was a giant thud at the door, and gunshots “maybe it is him?” He chortled, as I struggled even more and tried to escape to no avail.

The door smashed into oblivion, as green flashes of light zoomed through the house, hitting each and every member of the group, one by one and sending them flying into the wall with a large THUMP!

James started to panic and began backing up into the wall as he had nowhere to go, he tried to run but the only way out was the front door, so he couldn't go anywhere.

“Scared are we?” Loki asked darkly as he came around the corner and made him freeze right on the spot, and he had a green aura around him.

Multiple Loki's appeared around the room, closing in and getting even closer to James and they were vengeful “this is what you get for being a pathetic piece of rubbish that needs to be disposed of. Properly this time.” He smiled darkly, his green eyes shining in the chaos of the situation.

James swung his arms around trying to hit the multiple apparitions that had encircled and surrounded him, missing every time as his hands went through the illusions.

“This shouldn't be happening” James spat, and Loki moved his arm, sending him into the wall and breaking the drywall.

“Pathetic” Loki quipped, before giving me a concerned look.

“Looks like you'll need to do some renovations” Loki quipped, cocking an eyebrow - trying to make light of the situation.

As James was incapacitated, Loki made his way over to me and undid the zip tie, “I'm sorry Y/N, this is going to hurt” he warned as he ‘ripped the bandaid off’ quite literally with the masking tape.

“Thank you” I sighed in relief.

“Looks like I got a free facial wax as well” I chuckled, trying to distract myself from the previous events that had given me the jitters.

Loki could tell I was quite shaken up and came over, placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and looked at me, asking in a kind voice “are you okay? They didn't hurt you? You seem quite shaken up. This is all my fault” He paused, “here, let's go somewhere safe for now and lay low”.

"this wasn't your fault Loki... It was mine. Yeah that sounds like a good idea" I blabbered, tears filling my eyelids.

"shhhh, it's all going to be okay" he hushed, helping me up and giving me a concerned look.

He was encouraging and made me feel safe, even though I was going to have bad nightmares and thoughts about this for a long time.

Loki seemingly read my mind and tried to calm me down, he grabbed my hand reassuringly before saying “it'll be okay Y/N, I shouldn't have let this happen to you… I shouldn't have left like that”.

He placed a gentle hand on my shoulder in reassurance “I'm not good at this but- I hope you're okay. I won't go. I'll look after you this time, No secrets, I promise” he paused, checking me out for any injuries.

I was fine, a bit shaken up, but more to the point I had a bruised ego.

“Let's go, it's not safe here Y/N. I know a place” he said softly, grabbing my hand with his callused one and leading me into the unknown.

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Hope y'all like part two. Please feel free to send me some ideas for Loki fics that you want me to write 💚

Drunken Mischief | Loki x Reader | Part 1 |

Warning: contains themes of SA and drunkenness

It had been a long day and I had decided that after work I was going to go out into town and grab myself a quick drink to unwind.

My boyfriend had just broken up with me and things weren't the best, even after working non stop to distract myself from it.

I didn't usually go out and party because I wasn't usually into that kind of thing, but maybe tonight would be different, after all I did feel like having a good time, especially after my heart was aching.

We'd been together for a few years and he had just broken things off because I had caught him cheating on me, I wanted to be the one to break it off but he got in first.

It still hurts me, maybe it was just going to be like that and I was destined to be alone for the rest of my life... That's how I felt now anyway.

Making friends could be hard sometimes, but I had met some nice people on the odd occasion I did go out, although some people could be rude or just after a good time - and not in a nice way.

Firstly I went home and put on some nicer clothes and some boots, I wasn't trying to impress anyone but I still wanted to look nice nonetheless.

After that I headed to the bus stop and it was late as usual, but I managed to get to my destination, by that time it was 9pm and I could already feel myself getting tired, but I wasn't going to go home that easily.

I talked to a few people when I got to the venue, but most of them were with big groups who were going to different places and bar hopping and I didn't feel like doing that, maybe I was too lazy or I just liked the sense of familiarity.

Plus sometimes some of the bigger clubs had nasty people and I really wanted to do my best to avoid that.

It felt like my heart had been shot to pieces and I would never be able to put them together again and neither would anyone else, for eternity.

Okay, maybe I was being a bit dramatic; but I was allowed to, this was the first time I was free from all the baggage, all the unwanted love trauma and heartbreak.

No one would ever want to hear about my situation, it was an absolute buzzkill, so I had to keep my mouth shut and try to be sociable and relatively normal.

I started drinking at the bar, first I had a vodka sunrise, then another, and then one more, before I met some nice women in the toilets who I had a really good albeit quite tipsy conversation with and they liked me so we all stayed together.

We talked about how stupid guys were and how some had been so rude and one girl's ex had done the same thing but cheated with her co-worker, ouch.

Unfortunately my story was similar because the person that broke my heart wasn't just my boyfriend, it was my best friend - or who I thought was my best friend.

I wanted to block out all the static and drown out my sorrows, maybe I'd find a nice person to do that with, maybe not.

But here's to hoping, right?

The music that was playing wasn't really my style but I wasn't sober so I could put up with it.

Before I knew it, I'd had two shots with the group and I was out dancing and having the time of my life, it was nice to be able to finally let my hair down and feel like I could relax and unwind a little.

The girls were chatting and then before I knew it they had disappeared from the club, I wasn't too worried really, I just felt a bit upset that I didn't get their contacts and that they had left without saying anything.

Maybe I'd make some new friends again.

I walked up to the bar, sat down and sighed, wondering how long I would drag the night out for, just as I thought about leaving, a semi attractive man came up to the bar and started smiling at me.

At this point I was slurring my words, probably not the best look and I'd definitely attract unwanted attention if I didn't try to tone it down or pace myself a little bit.

But right now, I wasn't feeling like that, I wanted to drink some more.

I wasn't sure how to react so I did a little wave back, but then the bartender bought me a drink and said "that man over there wanted to shout you a drink, here's a shot of tequila. I think he wants to talk to you, maybe you should go over?" Before he headed off to serve another customer.

Still feeling a bit drunk, especially after the last shot, I decided it probably wasn't in my best judgement to go over and talk to a handsome stranger, but he ended up making his way over after a few songs.

"Hi" he smiled, "I'm James. Nice to meet you" he continued.

Oh god here I go "Hey uh, I'm Y/N" I introduced, nervously.

"So what are you doing on a Friday night out here by yourself, surely a pretty girl like you had some friends and knows how to have a good time" he chuckled, making me feel a bit weird.

Was he going to be creepy? I couldn't really tell, especially since I was half plastered, and guys like him usually tried to take advantage of that.

I knew the type all too well.

"Yeah aha. I had some friends come with me but they left to go somewhere else. But I have a friend who's actually coming to meet me soon so I can't really chat much, I won't be here for that much longer" I lied, feeling an ominous feeling creep up my spine, oh god, this was the last thing I wanted.

"Well you can always hang out with me until they get here?" He asked, smiling.

"Uh, no thank you. I'm uh woah" I paused, feeling a bit dizzy.

Did he do something to the drink? No, I think I had too much to drink, I couldn't always put it on other people, I just hated creeps.

He moved closer again, sitting on the stool next to me and tried to put his arm around me and I shook it off, even though I was desperate to escape my heartbreak, I wasn't that desperate.

“Come on Y/N, I bought you a round, don't you want to hang out with me… I can buy you another round if you want” he said slimily.

“No I'm good” I said anxiously, at this point I was jittery.

So I grabbed my bag and tried to get away but he grabbed my arm “you don't want to do that, sweetheart” he said darkly, grabbing my arm so tight that it hurt.

“Ouch! That hurts. He's hurting me!” I yelled and no one did anything.

Fuck, he must have paid the bartender off to look the other way, I was screwed, broken heart or not.

I just wanted a rebound at the worst, not a whole situation with some strange man I didn't know who was likely up to no good.

Maybe all I wanted was a kiss - but not from this lowlife.

“Leave me alone! I squealed, kicking him in the groin and trying to get away but he followed me.

“you stupid girl, you shouldn't have done that. Don't you know who I am?” He growled with animosity.

Fuck.

“She said. She doesn't want you here!” Someone yelled as a flash of green flashed past my eyes, hit the man and made him fly back, causing a mass exodus and people to freak out, but I was more than grateful to whoever it was.

“Thank yo-” I tried to say but was completely taken aback by this handsome man who had come to my aid and obviously was gifted with some sort of magic.

He was tall and had dark flowing hair that was pitch black, ivory skin that looked like it was sculpted from marble and beautiful green eyes that couldn't be compared to anything except maybe the colour of his magic.

He kept his distance but was still polite and holding a conversation with me while respecting my boundaries.

Of course I had to get saved by the only hottest wizard man in this place “you were saying?” He chuckled.

“Ah ahem. Yes. Ah. Thank you Mr.?” I continued awkwardly, not really knowing how to act, especially since I was so drunk.

“Loki, just Loki” he smiled gently “you need to watch out for cretins like that. They're everywhere nowadays. Especially when you're-” he explained, only looking out for my best interests but I interrupted.

“Especially when I'm what? Loki” I asked with a warning tone, but giggled at the end.

“Drunk. You're drunk” he said bluntly.

“Well yeah, you'd be drunk too if your boyfriend cheated on you with your best friend” I scoffed, still admiring his beauty in my drunken haze.

He snickered “sorry. I'm just trying to figure out why anyone would do that. Especially when you seem smart, and put together, and all the rest”.

Well that was a big compliment, that's how you do it.

My favourite song came on and I basically dragged this new and unfamiliar man onto the dancefloor with me “I don't dance much” he admitted before breaking out in a dance and drawing the attention of everyone who stuck around because he was fucking great at it.

Then he started singing to the song, it was: get lucky by daft punk.

Now he wasn't only a magical man, he was attractive, amazing at singing and good at dancing.

Some of the women that were around were showing interest in him and making their way closer to him, and all I could think about was how nice he was to me and how I didn't want to miss this opportunity, if there was one.

They started to flirt and he was talking with his silver tongue and in response the women were now trying to attract his attention, were flicking their hair and all the rest of it; I couldn't look.

I'd had enough, my encounter with that man had pissed me off to no end.

My head was buzzing from the alcohol and I really wanted to kiss this new man.

He had lots of class and was really polite, but maybe it was just a rebound, maybe I was still heartbroken.

I couldn't really tell and that was a problem.

He made his way back and say down next to me “are you alright?” He asked genuinely, giving me a look of concern.

“Yeah I'm… great” I said sarcastically.

“What happened? I never got your name” he asked politely.

I sighed, slurring a bit "I'm Y/N but you probably won't see me after tonight, after all this. But thank you. You seem really sweet".

“You've had a lot to drink Y/N. We should get you home, get a taxi or something” he suggested, looking at me with a concerned look.

“Nooooo. But I want to spend time with yoooooou” I groaned, drunkly.

“However good my company is, it doesn't matter now. You need to look after yourself” he stated, frowning as he moved closer.

“I am looking after myself” I retorted, sticking my tongue out.

“Are you now?” He asked rhetorically.

“Maybe… no? But I don't care” I sighed, sipping on another drink.

“No. I didn't think so” he admitted, as he gave me a look as if to say ‘you’re doing a shit job’.

He moved the drink over to himself and took a swig “that had more than two shots in it, didn't it?” He asked, in a concerned manner.

“Yessss” I slurred, chuckling at him.

“Wow, you need to stop” he ordered with an authority that I couldn't deny.

“I've only just met you, but yes I will stop. Are you using your mind powers on me?” I asked, giggling at his face after he had the drink.

“Now I'm going to be drunk” he muttered, not answering my question.

“And for your information, no, I am not using my quote ‘mind powers’” he admitted, the alcohol probably going to his head.

Do people with powers even get drunk?

“How many drinks did you have before that?” I asked, mocking him.

“Don't mock me… but yes, I've had a fair bit to drink- and no, I wouldn't do that to you” he sighed, massaging his temples.

“I'm a lot to deal with… ask my ex” I murmured sadly, almost as if I was feeling the heartbreak over again.

“Don't dwell on it. He's an arsehole, who doesn't deserve someone as good as you” he breathed slowly, looking at me directly in the eyes and sending shivers though me.

“Whatever trick you're doing, you need to stop it. You're too good at this” I paused, glimpsing away from him as the eye contact made me turn as bright as a beetroot.

He laughed, “if I was doing a trick, you would know about it. I'm now as drunk as you are”.

“Good. We're on the same page then.” I said poking my tongue out.

“You… you're dangerous” he smiled, and grimaced as he took another sip of the drink.

“Wait, I've stopped drinking so shouldn't you?” I joked, being half serious.

“Don't give me orders Y/N” he said rolling his eyes and skulling the drink.

“I. Just. Did.” I pointed out, ignoring his ‘scary’ warning.

“You're a bad influence” he groaned, as he got up.

“Where are you going?” I asked, getting sad as I thought he was going to ditch me like everyone else.

“Let's dance” he smiled, taking my hand as ‘lets dance’ by David Bowie played.

“This is one of my favourite songs” we both said at the same time, as we danced and sang/yelled together.

This was by far one of the hardest times in my life and yet Loki was helping me get through, even though I'd just met him - he had an aura to him I couldn't explain and I trusted him.

“How old are you Loki?” I asked cautiously, knowing the answer would be anything but normal.

“Uh” he snickered, laughing at himself tauntingly.

“Loki?” I asked innocently.

“Yes, yes. A few millennia” he admitted, yelling over the song that we were just dancing to.

“That's kinda hot” I giggled, pulling him closer.

It was just us in that moment, it was like the world was moving slowly around us as we were gazing into each other's eyes longingly.

“I shouldn't be doing this” I sighed.

“Either should I. Whatever this is” he said honestly as he ran his hand through his hair.

“That's what makes it even better” I chuckled, leaning in and giving him a chaste kiss on the lips, he tasted like alcohol.

“Am I a bad influence now?” I asked, tauntingly as I gave him a lustful look.

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Just finished watching Loki and woah man I'm so excited for doomsday

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I became weak at the knees as he kissed me, harder, deeper.

“Y/N i- fuck you're so beautiful” he smiled into the kiss, placing his hand in my hair and tugging with just enough force to make it pleasurable.

“Loki” I moaned, causing him to push me back against the wall.

As our bodies collided, our pleasure and desperation became more and more intense, we had missed each other to no end.

His scent filled my nostrils and just added to the otherworldly sensations I was feeling, he was cold to the touch, but that made it even better.

He paused, panting and pulled away but he was still in close proximity to me “Look Y/N, it's not too late to pull out. You don't have to do this if you don't want to”.

“Pull out? Really Loki“ I groaned, wanting and craving more of him.

“Please, I'm just saying - it's not that I don't want to, I do, but y-” he rambled nervously and I cut him off with another, deeper kiss.

He growled in frustration as I pulled away to entice him further “see what I mean now Loki, it's hardly fair that you pulled away from me and stopped this, electrifying feeling” I mocked, smirking sexily, dragging out my every word to torture him.

“That you have bestowed upon me” I continued, mocking him playfully, knowing it would drive him to dominate me further.

He inched closer slowly, hesitating to make me pay, to torture me “oh? So we're playing that game are we Y/N?”.

He moved his mouth close to my neck and I could feel his chilly breath against the most sensitive part of my neck, especially my erogenous region.

My eyes rolled back in my head as a reflex, and that's when he started whispering sweet nothings in his raspy tone “like that do we?” He rasped, moving his lips ever so closer and higher up, just below my ear.

“You sound like Yoda” I chuckled, just as he slowly and softly pressed his lips to the exactly right spots, taking time to build the sexual tension and chemistry that was flowing.

Fuck, he was so good at foreplay, even if I was being stupid.

He bowed his head down, breaking his dominating façade and laughed. “I don't think you'd want Yoda to do this-” he tsked, moving closer to me and kissing my neck even deeper and flawlessly made me feel so worked up and it's like I was severely dehydrated and I needed him to quench my thirst.

This was new, but good, Loki was so inexplicably good at romance; a part of him you'd never seen before, but no doubt he'd had experience and it was bloody sexy.

His lean form pressed against mine harder now and we were grinding up against each other and the friction felt so good, intoxicating.

“Mind if I use a bit of magic?” He rasped, cocking one eyebrow and smirking.

“Yes, oh god yes. But you were going to do it anyway, weren't you?” I asked cheekily before moaning again as he moved his hands expertly and flashes of green shot out and restrained me against the wall.

“Well… maybe I was, but it doesn't hurt to ask” he smiled as he restrained me against the wall.

I could feel myself growing more aroused, and it was getting more and more heated, as he was kissing my neck, so soft and sensual, his lips were like pillows.

Before he kissed me harder again, provocatively, more needy, we both wanted more.

I was trembling under his gently but passionate touch, he started to speed up, undoing the buttons to my shirt and using his nose to rest upon my clavicle before licking a strip carefully along my chest.

“you taste devine” he growled, moving his hands slowly on my skin, tracing patterns seductively, before kissing me again, nipping at my skin and sending shivers throughout my body, making me feel more deeply engrossed in the moment.

Lust was permeating the air, every touch, every moment, was playing out in slow moments, incrementally and it was pure heaven, for both of us.

My thoughts were running wild and I wanted him more than ever, “Loki please, I need you to do something, anything to make the deep seated, burning desire I was feeling growing deeper, making me feel like I was a wild animal.

I bit my lip as I felt his hands all over me, moving down, further, lower, before he reached the area I needed him most, through my jeans, the friction causing a feeling that rippled throughout my body.

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