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hey guys... long time no see lolll
well, seeing that ive been inactive, i think it's time to bring this journey to a close. this page will still be up don't worry! however, i will be inactive. it's been great friends!
i will be pinning this post so ill also link my works masterlist here!
signing out, wes. 🔮
yay! you made it to my masterlist! this is where i will post a collection of all the things that i write. i love to write tehe but it takes
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- ANGST - Caleb Landry Jones as Dracula - Zoë Bleu as Elisabeta - screen to text adaptation -
an: hello! long time no see nor hear! ive recently been on a Dracula and dark romance kick since watching Dracula: A Love Tale (2025) for the first time last Wednesday. one of my favorite scenes from the movie is the scene where Vlad goes back to Elisabeta's grave, breaks through her coffin, and finds that after nearly 300 years (at this point in the scene its not 400 years yet), all that is left of her is dust. caleb landry jones's performance was so real and painful i wanted to write out the scene. so, this is my screen to text adaptation of the scene. please be kind, im still learning to write!
Elisabeta's black stone tomb sticks out atop the roots of one of the grand blossom trees that bloom with color beyond the castle perimeters.
Vlad stalks forward, his being completely vacant, moving like a ghost with eyes so lost and an expression so terribly grim you’d think he was anywhere but a place he called home. The skin around his glass blue orbs are sunken and creased with dark lines, signs of aging that is promised to be without an end. Hair of white and silver gray lay around his face, long strands swaying to the soft melody of the spring wind. Far too long for a warrior.
300 years, he’s been cursed to exist.
To suffer.
He stops at the last of the green grass surrounding the longer side of the marble, but not for too long. He has waited long enough. Waited far too long to see his Elizabeta again.
His princess. The love of his life. His greatest treasure. His reason for being. The great loss which caused the utter destruction of the man he once was. He will wait no longer. He can’t.
He needs his wife.
He turns to the shorter edge, dropping to his knees. Without hesitation or thought, he leans down and braces both hands against the edge of the top stone, and starts to push. His body trembles with desperate effort, driven by the terrifyingly strong need to see her face just once more. To hold her to him just once more. To whisper the goodbye he was never given the chance to into her skin. Her unforgettably soft skin.
He roars, his hands whitening where his blood flow restricts, pressing against the sharp rock as he budges the opening of the grave just enough for his body to slide through.
Illuminated by daylight, a wooden casket fits snug in between the deep walls of the tomb. He abandons the grass and drops forward into the confined space, knees slamming into the hard wood as he moves to straddle his lover’s coffin.
Elisabeta’s coffin.
His breathing is ragged, plumes of dust fluttering around with every move he makes. He places a stable hand on the top of the lumber as he starts to punch through it, the wood splitting under each relentless blow of his fist.
Crack. Crack. Crack. Like an animal. Like a monster.
He breaks through just enough of the vintage wood that a ray of light expands into the darkness of the coffin. He thrashes away the broken planks that lay scattered atop the lid until the light forms a shape against the-
Dust.
Golden brown textured sand.
The flame of hope died before it had even lived.
He reaches in, to grasp a handful, lifting it to his face and watching as the grains slip straight through his now uncontrollably shaking fingers.
No.
He’s doubled over as his entire body now starts to quake. He can’t breathe, letting the last few grains of his one true love sink past the creases of his hand.
No.
He heaves, searching for air. Searching for her. The air to his lungs.
His body stutters back, hands gripping at whatever he can grab onto as he chokes, fighting to find footing. To find her.
The one who always kept him upright.
Please.
Please.
A sound of pure wrecking grief releases through his body. A sound that mimics a sob, a gag, and the roar of an injured animal on the brink of bleeding out. He can’t speak, any connections from his brain to his body halted, as he propels himself back and to the foot of the lumber box. His blurred eyes stuck to the shape of light brightening the dust, and the dent where his hand scooped what was left of his love after nearly three centuries.
Where her beautiful face should’ve been. Where he should’ve been able to hold her cold silky cheeks, and press his colorless lips against her own. Where he should’ve been able to wrap his arms around her and carry her still body back to the chambers they once shared together. To the bed where they breathed life into each other's mouths, as the sweet pleasure building through their wet and worn bodies crested. The bed where her now bloody dress lay neatly above the silk blankets on her side.
He is limp against the stone wall of the tomb, and continues to wail, his body rejecting efforts of anything but pain. His hand lifts to his mouth, as if trying to fight the urge to vomit as he loses all thought to function.
He wonders if, after being denied death by God for so long, and after being left with a heart but without it’s purpose for beating, he will finally feel what it is to die.
Maybe, finally… hopefully, the pain would finally set him free.
rhea ripley x f!reader fairytale story prompt!
if you write for or know anyone who writes for Rhea Ripley, please share this with them or tag them!
hello! just wanna say im fully aware this is not my usual fandom. LOL however, lately ive really been dabbling into the WWE fandom here on Tumblr, more specifically the Rhea Ripley fandom. ive been reading a lot of fanfiction on here lately and its encouraged me to develop my own plot. however, i don't really write. so, i was wondering if anyone would like to write a story (multi-chapter or small series) with my prompt! again, if you write or know anyone who does write for Rhea (and is possibly experiencing writer's block or wants suggestions) on ANY platform, please share this with em! ive entered the prompt down below. feel free to edit and change, add, or take away things as you choose (even if that means making the reader your own magical OC!)
warrior!rhea ripley x fairy witch!reader
- slow burn, romance, "enemies" to lovers-
prompt (by ai bcs IDK HOW TO WRITE) :
in a realm where superstition runs deep, the villagers fear the “evil” fairy witch who dwells in the enchanted forest, blamed for children gone missing though the rumors are nothing but lies. in truth, she is a gentle yet powerful being, a daughter of fairy and witch blood, who nurtures animals, heals with potions, and lives in harmony with the woods alongside her loyal wolf, barry. rhea ripley, a hardened warrior, is sent to slay the witch and bring back her head as proof of victory. but when she finally finds her, rhea is unprepared for the breathtaking beauty and purity that defies every dark tale. what begins as a hunt spirals into a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers fairytale where suspicion, danger, and desire entwine.
and here is the MUCH longer and detailed summary that i wrote myself!
and please, tag me! please like and repost!
oh! and here is my inspiration board on Pinterest!
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by the way, if you so very kindly do write my prompt/plotline:
you can take full ownership of the story, i do not need my name on it (even though it would be nice)! i have just grown a little attached to this world i created and will do anything to have it written (:
i am going to @ some artists of fanfictions ive really enjoyed in the comments, so hopefully they'll see this and consider it. also so others can discover their accounts if they haven't already and read their amazing writing!
rhea ripley x f!reader fairytale story prompt!
if you write for or know anyone who writes for Rhea Ripley, please share this with them or tag them!
hello! just wanna say im fully aware this is not my usual fandom. LOL however, lately ive really been dabbling into the WWE fandom here on Tumblr, more specifically the Rhea Ripley fandom. ive been reading a lot of fanfiction on here lately and its encouraged me to develop my own plot. however, i don't really write. so, i was wondering if anyone would like to write a story (multi-chapter or small series) with my prompt! again, if you write or know anyone who does write for Rhea (and is possibly experiencing writer's block or wants suggestions) on ANY platform, please share this with em! ive entered the prompt down below. feel free to edit and change, add, or take away things as you choose (even if that means making the reader your own magical OC!)
warrior!rhea ripley x fairy witch!reader
- slow burn, sapphic romance, strangers to lovers, "enemies" to lovers-
prompt (by ai bcs IDK HOW TO WRITE) :
in a realm where superstition runs deep, the villagers fear the “evil” fairy witch who dwells in the enchanted forest, blamed for children gone missing though the rumors are nothing but lies. in truth, she is a gentle yet powerful being, a daughter of fairy and witch blood, who nurtures animals, heals with potions, and lives in harmony with the woods alongside her loyal wolf, barry. rhea ripley, a hardened warrior, is sent to slay the witch and bring back her head as proof of victory. but when she finally finds her, rhea is unprepared for the breathtaking beauty and purity that defies every dark tale. what begins as a hunt spirals into a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers fairytale where suspicion, danger, and desire entwine.
and here is the MUCH longer and detailed summary that i wrote myself!
and please, tag me! please like and repost!
oh! and here is my inspiration board on Pinterest!
Explore a hand-picked collection of Pins about inspo board! on Pinterest.
by the way, if you so very kindly do write my prompt/plotline:
you can take full ownership of the story, i do not need my name on it (even though it would be nice)! i have just grown a little attached to this world i created and will do anything to have it written (:
i am going to @ some artists of fanfictions ive really enjoyed in the comments, so hopefully they'll see this and consider it. also so others can discover their accounts if they haven't already and read their amazing writing!
I'm trying to prove a point to my brain: Reblog if you think fanfiction does not need sex to be good.
There is a trend I’ve noticed that smut fics tend to be much more popular than anything else and honestly I just want to have something to look at to remind myself and that writing doesn’t have to have sex to be worth putting out into the community.
The Servant and The Prince | Master List
One
A dual introduction of one soul split two ways.
Two
A sultry meeting, a desperate goodbye.
Three
A longing for more, so close yet so far.
Four
Fire and ice and something nice.
Sneak Peak , Five
The lightning in her veins sparks little worlds.
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hey guys literally sobbed insanely hard while reading the second chapter you guys should read it bc this is seriously life changing I have no words this is written a little too well like I could never please please I need an ending
All Wet | Loki x Reader
A/N: This was a request from Anon- I’m kinda scared to send in a request. I want to send something about oc being scared to shower with Loki for the first time.
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Summary: You have insecurities about your body and your relationship with Loki. Loki presses the issue and almost makes a mess of things
Warnings: body insecurities, implied smut.
Word Count: 1250
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“Are you coming to bed, my dear?” Loki called across his cavernous bedchambers of Asgard.
You glanced up from your book, huffing as you marked your place. “Once I finish this chapter.”
A flash of light appeared by your side. “But there are much more…” Loki tugged the book from your grip. “… stimulating activities under the sheets.”
“But I would like to finish my chapter.” You lunged for the book, but Loki held high aloft. You pouted on the chaise. “Fine.” you relented.
Loki kissed you. “Aren’t things better when you just do as I say?”
“I’ll get the lights.” You snapped your fingers to extinguish all light in the room.
Loki’s arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you onto the soft mattress.
“I shall never understand when you insist on making love with the lights off. It hides your true beauty.”
You chewed on your lip as you pondered his words. How do you explain your insecurities to a god? Loki interrupted your thoughts by pulling at the straps of your tops.
“Darling…” Loki cooed as he turned your head to press his lips to yours. “… let your mind return to the matter at hand.” His lips trailed along the line of your jaw before sucking along your neck.
You sighed as you let the thoughts fall away from another time.
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jotun.
| loki x reader | smut | angst | fluff |
anon requested. dom!Loki where he goes into a Jotun heat and fucks the reader senseless
cw: slightly dubcon?, aggression, crying, choking, d/s, kind of temp play?, jotun!loki, mentions of burns, bruises, blood etc, basically just super rough sex, Sa STRONG CONTENT WARNING
a/n: I don’t usually write stuff like this, so it’s new to me
“Get out!” Loki’s vicious scream echoed off of the walls.
“No, I’m not going to just leave you!” You ran across the golden floor of his chambers and dropped to your knees. You dragged the god into your arms, and you could feel the warfare tearing him apart from the inside.
He was so cold.
Loki’s body wracked as he tried to breathe, as if just staying alive was exhausting. The tips of his fingers turned blue, and he tried to fight it off, keeping himself in his æsir form. His head tilted back, black waves falling back to reveal scarlet eyes.
You swallowed hard, fear shooting up your spine. His skin slowly turned deep blue, ancient jotun patterns swirling across the skin like scars.
“Please, I’m begging you to go. I don’t want to hurt you,” Loki’s voice was impossibly deeper, dangerous.
“I’m not going to abandon you. I trust you, Loki.”
“It’s not me, it’s a monster!” Loki wept, gripping the shimmering Asgardian fabrics that draped over your body with icy fingers.
You held him tightly, refusing to leave the terrified god. His stamina wore thin, and his icy jotun core seeped through, replacing every godly aspect of him with the blue skin of a monster. His touch was so cold it practically burned you, and very real fear burned like acid in your throat.
Maybe you should’ve listened to him, and run when he’d told you. Now, it was too late.
His clothing was gone in a simmer of fizzing blue magic, baring his entire monstrous form to you. You scrambled backward, looking up at Loki as he towered over you. His red eyes were feral, and he descended on you like you were prey.
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“I already have no pants on-“ “NO!” 😂😂😂
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domestic dad loki topped with a dollop of fluffy breeding kink yeah that’s a thing
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his stories
(loki x f!reader)
author - wes perry @supbeeches
a/n - hi hi hi everyone! sorry for the lng wait. its hard to find motivation out here lol. but i am so so so excited to share this fic with you! i worked quite hard on it (: there will still be some occasional touch ups every now and then. but, other than that, its done! thank you so so much to the person who recommended this topic! unfortunately i think their acc got deactivated so i can’t tag them but they were in my thoughts! ok, ill shut up now! enjoy!
summary - loki and his love look back at his past with the stories of asgard.
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A hibernal winter enveloped the land of Midgard. All around, little souls walk around the towns of the wonderous New York City. Couples are seen holding their freezing lovers hands within their own. Bells attached to the doors of little cafes ring as little souls rush inside in hopes for a warm cup of coffee. House lights shine in all different colors around the city, as pairs found their comfort on such an evening in the warm shelter of their homes. More specifically, Loki and y/n.
“What’s this one?”, the mortal asked.
“Ah, that one. Well, I occasionally enjoy a little ‘fiction’ every now and then. I am quite fond of knowing the tales of the place I once called home,” the prince stated. “This one, embraces the entities of Asgard, and the tales that have brought Asgard wonders of their past to life.”
The two were enveloped in one another; legs tangled, arms draped off the dark velvety couch they practically lived on every evening. The night frigid, leaving the two yearning for each other's warmth. The worries of their minds, swayed by the words on the pages of the book that was in the grasp of the pharaoh.
“Do you miss home?”
Ah... home.
“I find my peace with you, darling”, he replied immediately in a reassuring whisper.
It’s almost as if he has answered that exact question hundreds of times.
The smooth-talker moved his hand toward the side of his lover's face. A swift and papercut thumb glides across her ear toward her jaw. Despite the almost tranquilizing gesture, the girl pops up in curiosity, shifting to face her swain.
“Tell me a story”, the angel pried at her demon.
He smiled, gleaming at her eagerness to learn of his origin. He sighed and looked over her head with a curious look on his face. Silence crowded the room for a moment. He appeared to be searching for something.
He moved her hand off to the side and untangled their legs, placing the half finished book on the vanity next to them.
“Going somewhere?”
He chuckled to himself, getting up and shifting towards the back of the room, behind her.
“Loki?”, she tried again.
“Just a moment, dove”, he assures as he wanders even further behind the couch.
She watches as he moves around their living room library, spreading his fingers across every book he crosses by. Finally, he stops. He stands for a moment.
“Found it,” he whispers to himself.
He turns back around in a swift movement, gliding back to the couch where his lover had been sitting tight in curiosity.
“This… this is something I have been wanting to share with you for a while, flower,” be walks over to her with a bright smile on his face.
He makes his way to his spot next to his love. Their eyes meet; one with wonder and the other with a cunning imbue. Loki sits, groaning as he does so.
What an old man.
He looks over to his lover. Lifting his hand, he cups her chin in a riveting manner.
“I trust you, as well as I wish to share my childhood with you, if you’ll allow me to.”
She nods in her keenness. He nods back in compersion and brings the book to her, letting her hold it. She swifts her hand across the cover, taking in the moment.
A treasure within the hold of another.
The book was compact compared to what he had usually indulged himself in. It had a smooth fuzziness to it, most likely due to it's ancient-ness, with a hard rim on each edge. The front side was displayed with the words-
“Glory of Valhalla…”, the angel said in her fever of excitement.
The god took her hands in his own, as she held his youth in her hands.
“The stories my mother, Frigga, would read to my brother and I before we slept every night. Romance, adventure, magic, honor. Anything, you name it.”
“Which one is your favorite?”
That caused the prince to pause. His brows furrowed as his thumb habitually skated across her hand. He hums in recollection.
He daintily removes the book from her hands. His eyes skimmed the book as he reminded himself of his favorite childhood tale. He knew the perfect one to share with her. The only tale that filled his mind with hope for the future as he aged. The tale of a man, slack and tedious, and his goddess, mesmeric yet reticent, and their treacly longing for one another. The trickster still vividly remembers the day he heard his mother read the lovestruck man's words.
“My heart is so full of you I can hardly call it my own.”
How his brother and him tittered and cheered at the man's cheesily loving words.
Better than I could ever word it, he thought to himself, starting to feel his lover's moving thumb against his thigh.
Cheesy? yes. True? Undeniably so.
Opening the book, his thumb sped through the pages, until it stopped. The woman beside him pressed herself upwards towards him, in an attempt to get a sneak peek at what he was to present to her. He tilted the book towards her, as if he was proving he wasn’t trying to hide something. She takes the book from his giving hands, and dives in.
His fingers find their way into her mane, twirling within a little piece. His eyes monitor hers as every now and then they move from the right, down, and to the left. Loki could not help himself as he rested his head against hers, along with a tap of his lips against her temple.
Beautiful angel. My beautiful Angel.
The library is filled with nothing but two souls, two hearts, two sets of breaths, and occasional rustles of flipping pages. What more could be needed?
Time flows with the sound embers crackling within the chimney, creating a sweet ambience.
The goddess within Loki's arms turns, receiving a lifted eyebrow and hum of question from her god. She has a pensive look on her face. Her eyes then lift up to meet him.
“Have you ever heard of The Great Gatsby?”
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a/n - thank you for reading! please share, like, repost! thank you!
First and Only Love pt 2
Loki Laufeyson x Plus size!reader
Word Count: 1210 words
Warnings: none
Summary: Loki doesn’t know what to make of the reader’s stretch marks, assuming that they’re his brother’s mark on his woman.
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yay! you made it to my masterlist! this is where i will post a collection of all the things that i write. i love to write tehe but it takes me a long time. if you want to suggest a prompt or topic to me, go ahead and message me or leave an anon message! i keep track of all suggestions! i can’t guarantee it will be written right away but i will try my best make it happen! NO SMUT (as of right now).
shelter
here we go! 🫂💟🔓
- loki sees your body as shelter. why can’t you see it that way too?
his stories
- loki and his love look back at his past with the stories of asgard.
I just read a couple fics and spread kudos and comments like a fairy spreads glitter, not expecting any answers because it's not about the answers. The oldest fic I commented on was from 2011. Not five minutes later, I had a reply from the author in my inbox. Twelve years after they posted, and they were happy and giddy because I commented.
Cherish and nourish your writers, fandom. Feed them comments and kudos and reblogs and love.
What if—Loki were a Tolkien Elf? 👀
Watching Rings of Power every week has given me so many Tolkien feels that I just had to design Loki as an Elf! It was fun to kind of merge his Asgardian look with a more organic, art nouveau kind of outfit, but I think it reads well as both Loki and Elven! And since spears are fairly prominent in Tolkien’s writings, and we know Loki can work Gungnir, it felt suitable to give him one here too 👌
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heyyyyy not sure if you’ve ever looked at lowkeyorloki’s ao3 but she has an entire multichapter fic narrated by loki. she talks about it sometimes but it’s not super well known. it’s one of my fav so i thiught i’d tell you
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What Loki Learned For You
Anonymous asked: Could you write a fluffy imagine about Loki helping a reader who is deaf? My hearing aids have been broken for a while and I could really use it. I love your works 💕💕
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It was weird not having Clint with you.
You were happy for him to be back with his family of course- But it left you with little at the Avengers tower. He always had your back, he was someone who actually knew how you felt when your hearing aids didn’t do their job.
Deep down, you knew the team thought of you as an equal. But it was hard to remember when Steve would draw in a breath when you asked him to repeat something, especially with Natasha rolling her eyes in the background.
You had just had a particularly rough sparring session with Bucky (who could empathize with you to some degree- he didn’t have an arm. But he had just kept telling you how he overcame that, so you you could overcome your obstacle, and it was just to much. It wasn’t as easy for you.) when you rounded a sharp corner. You must have been looking down, because you collided with Loki.
You let out a small sound as the two of you fell to the ground, your cheeks burning. You tried to stumble to your feet, but Loki beat you to it, reaching his hand out to help you up.
You took it gratefully. His hand was softer than you would have thought- It had been clenched and bound so many times, but it felt like the inside of a seashell.
You weren’t sure how long you had your hand on Loki’s, and you looked up in a hurry. Loki was smiling, and you could tell you had just missed his sentence.
“I’m not- I can’t” you began to say, but stopped. You looked at Loki for a few seconds and took your hand away. He looked confused, and maybe… Hurt?
You scolded yourself for thinking a god would feel that for you. You pushed past Loki, barely even caring if he was calling after you or not.
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Meetings were the worst.
They were chores to everyone; meaning they were rushed through. You had a lot of trouble understanding them, but today was the worst.
You couldn’t stop thinking about Tony making top-class weapons and suits but not fixing your hearing aids when he was going over some procedure. There he was, lecturing in his state-of-the-art tower, and he couldn’t be bothered to take five minutes for a girl who had saved his life at least three times.
Your gaze settled outside the window, your thoughts wondering (mostly about Loki and his kind eyes…) when you saw Tony snap in front of your face.
You sat there for a moment, dumbfounded, when he did it again.
You looked towards him, around the room, where everyone was watching, waiting, to gauge your reaction.
You scoffed, not wanting to give anyone one. You simply stood up and walked out of the room.
You hugged your chest as you felt the doors slam behind you. You were beginning to walk down one of the long hallways when you felt someone turn you around.
Loki.
You tried to turn back around, but Loki’s grip was strong on your shoulders. You looked at him, and you could see his lips moving. He was saying your name.
“Y/N.” you looked away, not wanting him to see the tears filling your eyes.
Carefully, Loki laced his fingers under your chin so you were looking at him. Your breath caught at the small smile he gave you.
Are you okay?
You stared at Loki in bewilderment: Had he just ?
I hoped I’m doing this at least a little bit right. Loki signed. You laughed, amazed Loki would do something like this. His grin grew wider.
I started learning that day- Loki stopped, seeing your expression. “I just said something wrong, didn’t I?” you saw him say after you snorted. You nodded, and he looked embarrassed.
You felt courage well up in your chest, grabbing Loki’s wrist and leading him to sit on a nearby couch.
You sat as close as you could to him- Shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. He was cool to the touch, and you could feel his breath on both of your hands.
You encased Loki’s palms in your own, and slowly began going through the alphabet.
A. Your fingers guided Loki’s in the correct position.
B.
C.
D.
Loki stopped you at F, pressing your hand over his chest. You could feel his heartbeat, which made your own sped up.
“Y/N.” he said. Loki was so close, you could hear him. “Y/N.”
Loki slips his hand onto your neck and brings you towards him, capturing your lips in a simple, sweet, kiss.
You can swear you hear fireworks.
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Through Loki’s Eyes
i love x reader fics that are narrated from the other person’s point of view (i.e, not the reader) so i decided to do one for loki, as he’s been in my head all day…
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Loki’s first instinct is to gasp when he feels your fingers on the bare skin of his back. You’re always so gentle with him- Something he’s not used to. You touch him as though he’s glass, and you don’t want him to break. Or cut you.
Instead, Loki opens his mouth slightly and lets out a sigh, allowing his head to fall back towards you. He can hear your breathing, light and steady. It comforts him.
Your fingers explore Loki’s back before they wrap around his stomach. He feels your lips against your neck; quickly followed by you burying your face against him. You trusted Loki to protect you from the world- Something he would die to do. And yet, he still had trouble expressing it.
Loki turns around, taking you in his arms. He revels for a moment in the idea that your body fits so perfectly against his. Loki knows every nook and cranny of you, every soft curve and sharp bone. Nothing made Loki more happy than knowing it was only him who knew you in this way, so intimately. However, he found himself frequently doubting if you felt the same. In the moment, Loki was certain you did. He knew you found him attractive. But that was only when you were on your own. What about when you see Loki standing next to his brother, or another warrior? Did you not begin to doubt your choice then?
Loki cups your face, kissing your temple and both eyelids before your mouth. He pulls away slowly, basking in the wondrous, wide-eyed look you’re giving him.
“Tell me again.” Loki murmurs, sucking on your neck. He needs to hear it- Loki can barely admit it to himself, but he craves the reassurance. “Please, tell me again.” his command comes out softer this time, more heartfelt. Of course, everything Loki said to you was heartfelt. Every single thing he did, he always had you on his mind.
You shiver in his arms, and Loki pulls you closer. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea- nakedness in the colder months. But Loki had wanted to feel you, all of you. He wanted to know you were with him.
“I love you.” you whisper. You turn your head against Loki’s hand to catch it in a kiss. The action, for some reason, breaks Loki’s heart. In a good, melancholic way. “I love you.” he hears you repeat. “Loki.”
Loki feels all sense leave his head at that. A warm feeling starts in his sternum, spreading throughout the whole of his torso. A feeling that only you could make him feel. It made him act kinder.
Loki reaches up and takes your hair out of the ponytail it had been in, shaking and smoothing it out around your shoulders. He wanted no reminder of the outside world- No clothes, no phones, no hairties. All of it, he wanted gone. Your focus was to be on him now, and his on you.
“You’re beautiful.” he tells you. It’s true: the very sight of you makes him breathless, and the thought of what you’ll be doing together excites him. “All I can think of is you.” he says, placing your hand on his cheek. “I can never quite shake you from my thoughts. Of late, I’ve stopped wanting to.” All Loki wants is to hold you. To take you to bed and never get back up. To live in your company and your company only, for the rest of time or his time. Whichever came first.
He’s trying to tell you he loves you back. Loki can’t say it, not explicitly. If he did, the power he had over you would be gone. It’s wrong, he knows, to lie, to almost play you like a puppet, but you couldn’t know how much of an affect you had on him. He would tell you sometime, yes, but later. For now, it felt good to just know, and act on that knowledge.
“You don’t need to be thinking of me when I’m right here.” you tell him, pressing your hand over his heart. That was something you did often- Did it soothe you to hear his heartbeat? Did you know you held his heart in your palm?
Loki thinks about your words. Clever girl.
“You entice me.” he says coolly.
He closes his eyes, pressing one last, long, kiss to your temple before picking you up. It’s time for you to distract Loki from… You.
PLEASE WHY IS THIS MAKINGME CRY FUCK IM SITTING HERE ITS THREEAM AND IM SOBBING. THIS IS ALL I HAVE EVER WANTED IN A FIC FUCK BROOOOOOO
