#avenger loki

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Title: Unlikely Allies

Square Filled: America Chavez

Pairing: Gen

Created for @thorandlokibingo

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I need an avenger Loki fic with cowboy like me vibes STAT

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I would do anything for a Loki fic inspired by “Guilty As Sin?” From TTPD

[coldnique]

Carrara Marble | Loki x F!reader

A/N: I'm super excited to finally share my -overly auto-indulgent- addition to this wonderful 14 days of Valentines Collection curated by the lovely @muddyorbsblr who's also doing an incredible work sharing her amazing (and hot af) stories every day of it 🖤

English is not my native language, so please forgive me if you find something weird or misspelled.

Genre: Fluff, smut (oral) and tons of art references sorry 🙃. Please let me know it I missed something!

Word Count: 2.5k

Natasha, Tony, Loki and you had travelled to the Russian tundra to disable another HYDRA lab. The mission went pretty smooth after all, nonetheless you were tired and disappointed because you had your plans for the weekend ruined. Loki insisted it was fine, that you could celebrate your first anniversary any other day but it didn’t help at all to soothe your annoyance. Furthermore, his abnormally cheery demeanor on the last two days had you a bit on your nerves. How could he care so little? 

Now the four of you were back on the Quinjet, ready to leave that spot in the middle of nowhere and finally head back home. You went straight to the back of the jet, letting yourself drop comfortably on one of the seats to sleep your way out of there, definitely not in the mood for Tony’s jokes. Loki followed behind, conjuring a soft blanket to cover you and leaning to press his lips on your forehead.

“Rest easy, my love.” He said with a warm smile, carefully tucking you in. “We will arrive soon” he winked and kissed you once more before heading to the front to join your teammates. It didn’t take long for you to doze off, enveloped by the cozy fabric and his scent, hearing their voices fade with the background noise.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and opened your eyes to see your best friend smiling down at you. 

“Come on, sleeping beauty. Take this and go change.” Nat was swinging a bag in front of your eyes. 

“Where’s Loki?” You asked, stretching your arms over your head. She shrugged playfully. Groaning, you stood up and pried the bag from her hands. You peeked inside and frowned. “What the hell is this, Nat?” She smiled, amused with your confusion.

“I think it’s pretty obvious. Now shut up and go change.” She grabbed your shoulders, turning you around and and shoving you towards one of the cabins. 

You sighed once the door was closed, spilling the bag contents on a ledge to examine it. There was an olive satin dress, your favorite pair of boots and a black leather jacket. Not understanding at all what they had in mind, you peeled off your combat suit and changed, you knew better than argue them. Then you approached the window to mirror yourself in and fix your hair, stopping for a moment when you took in the view outside. 

Thousands of tiny lights twinkling, tracing geometrical lines beneath your feet. It was a city. You couldn’t recognize the pattern of the streets but they were strangely familiar.

Striding out to go and find out what was going on, you almost ran into Loki, who was waiting for you outside with a bright smile. He had changed his clothes too, now wearing a thin knitted roll neck and jeans, all black and wickedly flattering. He bit his smile, eyes sparkling.

“You are a sight to behold, darling” he took your hand in his, making your turn around and blush, before pulling you closer to tenderly kiss your lips.

“What are you up to, Mischief?” You asked confused, a dopey grin pulling at the corners of your mouth.

“Always so impatient” he purred “You have to wait and trust me, will you? You quirked a brown but nodded, making his smile grow even wider. He waved his hand, conjuring a silk tie you knew too well and he put it around your head, carefully covering your eyes, whispering an almost inaudible ‘lovely’ against your neck that made your whole body shiver in anticipation.

You walked for long ten minutes, completely disoriented if it wasn’t for the steady warmth of his hand safely entwined with yours, holding and guiding you through the unknown path since you got out of the jet. The only thing you were able to register was a sudden change on your surroundings; the floor feeling different under your soles and the cold night wind ceasing. You had entered and indoor space, but that was all you could guess so far.

Loki raised your hand and you felt his soft lips briefly pressing against it before letting it go. He positioned himself behind you, one hand resting on your hip while the other skillfully untied the blindfold. 

“Happy anniversary, my love” he whispered in your ear at the time the band fell from your eyes.

It took you a moment to recognize the place. 

Majestic limestone walls raising around you to the ceiling, high and impassive, where they melted into perfect arches and vaults, topped off with round glass domes that allowed the moonlight to seep through. Three floor levels that split up in four different directions, and right in front of you, the egregious steps of the Daru Staircase. The ship’s bow serving as a pedestal to the glorious winged sculpture of the Victory, who watched over you two on that moment.

Your mouth fell wide open, same as your wonder-struck eyes. Loki rubbed your arms from behind, taking you back to reality and you just turned on your heels and jumped into his arms. He was quick to return your hug, letting out a soft laugh when you started to pepper kisses all around his jaw, cheeks and lips. You pulled slightly back to see his face, your eyes shining with excited tears while your hands rested encompassing his neck.

“Loki, I…I don’t even know what to say. I’ve been dreaming to visit this place for ages!” His smile was blinding, fueled by your infectious joy. He grazed your nose with his, letting his forehead rest on yours.

“I know, darling. And tonight it is all ours.” His words, with all the meaning they held, sent electricity down your spine. Standing on your tiptoes, you fastened your lips to his, moving and lightly sucking on them until you left him breathless. You pulled back, wiping a stain of lipstick from his upper lip with your thumb before grabbing his hand to drag him up the stairs.

“I’m going to show you everything”

You wandered from one hall to another for hours; kissing on the Crypt of the Sphinx, running and laughing between the Cariatides, laying tangled on the floor under the golden ceilings of the Galerie d’Apollo where you shared stories about each colorful fresco,…

And finally you arrived to the last room, your eyes flying towards one specific painting.

“Look. This one is my favorite” you lightly squeezed his hand, eyes bright with excitement while scanning the vivid colors displayed on the linen. “La Grande Odalisque.” you breathed out, deeply in awe. 

Loki placed himself behind you, holding your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder in silence, not wanting to disturb this moment for you. He intently listened to every word you spoke, though he couldn’t peel his gaze from your profile; the way your eager eyes studied every stroke, the little crease of your frown, your slightly open mouth. For him, all those details overshadowed the alluring woman framed in front of you.

After a while, you leaned into his embrace, sighing content and raising a hand back to cup his face, turning yours to see him.

“Thank you.” You whispered against his lips when he reached down. “This is the one of the best nights of my life”

“It is not over yet, darling.” You looked confused, spotting the glint of mischief you loved on his eyes. He offered you his hand with a flourish that made you smile. “Allow me”

This time was him who guided you through the galleries until found a simple wooden door, perfectly concealed amongst the opulent surroundings. He opened it for you, leaving you speechless for the second time that day.

The room was fully illuminated by tens of candles scattered on the floor. Plaster casts and exquisite carvings, and tall chiseled figures you couldn’t name decorating every corner, surrounding a lush makeshift bedding on the floor, composed by silky upholstered cushions and the finest fabrics.

“Loki…” Was all you managed to say when you felt his hands caressing your hips, a sudden rush of blood raising to your face. 

“Is it befitting for my queen?” He purred behind you, the tip of his nose traveling up and down your neck. You turned around throwing your arms over his shoulders and pulling him down to you, pressing your chest against his.

“Mm…let’s test it, shall we?” you spoke in an innocent tone, biting your lower lip as looked up to mirror his now lust-filled gaze. You teased his lips with your tongue, quickly withdrawing and lowering to nip on his jaw. Hands traveled to the hem of his sweater, sneaking inside and pulling it up as you caressed his chest greedily. Once you got rid of the fabric barrier you kissed the soft spot below his collarbone making him shudder and press closer into your touch. Your grip on his perfectly defined waist was firm enough to guide him towards the bedstead without him noticing, too entranced with the patterns your lips were drawing on his exposed skin. When you had him where you wanted, you pushed him back, making him fall with a soft thud on top of a mountain of pillows. You smirked mischievously and he met your gaze curious, mocking a frown.

“What are you up to?” He mimicked the question you made him back on the jet, standing on his elbows.

“I’m giving you my gift now” you said matter of factly, gently pushing his chest with your boot to make him lay down, which he answered with a low growl. 

You sank on your knees to straddle him, reaching down to peck his lips before continuing your worshipping, grazing and brushing with teeth and tongue the broad surface while your hands fumbled deliberately with his belt. He was hardening beneath you, the once comfortable fabric of his pants now becoming a suffocating prison as you continued working on his upper body. You loved to see him that impatient, desperate for you, though you you weren’t sure you could take it much longer either. 

He pushed your hair back to search for your eyes, pleading mercy with his dark emeralds, and you were happy to oblige, rushing a bit to undo the fastenings and deftly sliding them al the way down. Loki’s head fell back with a moan as his aching erection sprung free and you couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight.

A dozen classic sculptures surrounded you in the gloomy space, witnessing the hedonic display and paling to the image of his godly frame. His bare skin exposed against the dark silk seemed to be just that, a masterly carving on the most exquisite piece of Carrara marble; immaculate, lavish, regal. The dim warm light of the candles outlining his silhouette like liquid gold as you resumed your path down his body, hands and lips tracing every inch of the taut surface.

Placing yourself comfortably between his legs, you finally wrapped your fingers around his hard cock, parted lips dragging up from base to tip, faintly brushing over it before letting it inside your mouth. He blew out a soft moan, watching through heavy lids and bringing his hand down to your face to tenderly caress your cheek.

“Norns, you are so beautiful..” he breathed out.

You took him further inside, spurred by his praise, sliding your hand and mouth together slow and rhythmically around him. Every one of his lewd sounds pouring like honey and traveling straight to your already soaked core, timing with every hit of his length on the back of your throat and making you clench.

You lowered the free hand from his abdomen to his balls, cupping and carefully stroking the sensitive skin with your nails, pushing him towards the edge.

He was close, tightening more and more with every motion and vibration your own moans created. Holding firmly on the base, you started to withdraw your mouth ever so slowly, hollowing your cheeks until only the tip remained inside and playing with your tongue, stroking and circling it until he couldn’t take it anymore and released with a deep moan of your name. You lapped him clean, tasting every drop of his seed while holding his gaze, driving him absolutely feral.

“Faen, kjæreste…”he growled, pulling you up to his chest and swiftly changing your positions. He kissed you, feverish, recognizing his own taste on your tongue. He was aching to devour you.

The sight of the god kneeling between your legs was worthy to be hanging on those walls; his pupils were blown with arousal, displacing almost all the aquamarine of his irises, disheveled hair framing his sharp jaw and the light beads of sweat resembling a thousand tiny diamonds scattered across his skin. He had you completely spellbound, much so that you didn’t notice the moment your clothes vanished, only able to concentrate on the places his skin met yours.

His hands skimmed up and down your quivering thighs, hot breath brushing your mound. You felt you could burst into flames with just that. 

He stared up at you in the same awe when you gently pushed back his hair, not wanting to miss anything of what was about to happen. “You are truly a masterpiece…” Hi kissed your leg, open lips sliding up your skin, too close to the place you craved him to be. Expert hands caressing and holding your legs in place, nicely spread for him “… all mine” he whispered before sinking his beautiful face into you, his tongue going across your glistening folds slowly, tasting and relishing each drop of your arousal. He pulled one of your legs over his shoulder to reach further, deeper into your heat. Your moans reaching the high ceilings and reverberating on the vast space were the most delightful sound on the Nine Realms, one he could never get tired of.

His hand slipped under his chin to tease your weeping entrance as his lips fastened to your clit, kissing and sucking gently on it. The other laid spread over your stomach, feeling every contraction as you approached your high. He sank two long fingers into your channel, curling them and pressing on the delicate spot that made your eyes roll back. You tried to keep them open, mesmerized as he claimed your pleasure with every expert flick of his tongue. The heel of your boot pressed hard on his strong back, eliciting a deep roar that rumbled from his chest straight to your core, teaming with his movements to push you over the edge, coming undone on his mouth with a loud cry. His strokes became more gentle as you came back from your high.

He rose up to tenderly kiss the soft skin of your stomach before resting his head on top of your chest, his arms still curled around you, legs tangled between yours. You combed his curls with your fingers, making him purr satisfied, his breaths slowing down and his body starting to fall in a comfortable numbness.

“I love you” he murmured against you, holding your tighter as if he wanted to melt into you.

“Me too, my love. Happy anniversary.” You whispered allowing your eyes to fall close, hoping it to be just the first of many by his side.

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✨Taggies: @fictive-sl0th @lokisgoodgirl @peaches1958 @ozymdias @muddyorbsblr @mochie85 @cheekyscamp @simplyholl @currish-rosewolfe @joyful-enchantress @unlucky-number-13 @maple-seed @mischief2sarawr @trickster-maiden

[coldnique]

Alright guys, so this is a complete nonsense that came to my mind and I had to write it down. I have a few other WIP's on queue, waiting for my brain to start functioning properly to finish them.

This is more like a pastime that went out of hand and turned into a longer thing that maybe I'm splitting in two parts. Here's a snippet anyways. Hope you guys enjoy it 🖤

It doesn't have a title because I struggle a lot with that, so any suggestions are more than welcome lol

Genre/warnings: Smut, humor, fluff and teeny-tiny bit of angst.

All was set up for you to not leave the apartment the whole weekend. You had stocked up plenty of food, wine, candles and a few new sets of the finest lingerie. Last month had been restless around the compound and your intimate moments had been reduced to quick clandestine encounters in between the missions, which wasn’t ideal but at least quenched for a while the burning thirst you had for each other. And finally, you were about to spend three long days indulging on him, taking your time and relishing every single minute of it. 

Or that’s what you thought.

You were straddled on top of him, your hands tangled on soft jet curls, and his, roaming greedily up and down the sides of your body, making out like two teenagers on heat.

“How I missed this; you, min dronning…” he moaned softly, your lips descending to follow the angle of his jaw while he held your hips, guiding them to rock slowly against his growing erection.

In that moment, three loud bangs against the main door disrupted your steamy haze.

“BROTHER!” The unmistakable tone of the big blonde oaf reverberated from the hall. Loki sighed bothered. You didn’t even raise your eyes, instead kept your trail of kisses and nips down to his clavicles. After mere seconds of calm, another three thuds, this time harder.

“For fuck’s sake…” you growled against his skin when you felt his grip loosen from your ass. He left his head fall back against the rest of the couch, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Ever the opportunist…I should had left him as a frog.” He sighed longingly and looked into your eyes, pushing back a wild strand from your face, then carefully tracing your lips. Sticking out your tongue, you licked the length of his finger at a deliberate pace, eyes never leaving his when he wantonly bit his lip, breath catching on his throat. Both of you getting back into the game when...

“LOKI! I KNOW YOU’RE INSIDE!” His voice sounded urgent, but since you knew Thor, the case could vary from a real matter of life or death, or just that he ran out of pop-tarts. “IT’S A SNØMUS SITUATION!” Loki’s eyes shot up suddenly at the familiar term. You frowned confused.

“Give me a minute” he pressed a kiss on your forehead while carefully pushed you down from his lap and ran to the door before you could speak a word. You huffed frustrated, but decided to take some advantage of the circumstances and went straight to the bedroom. There, you got rid of your clothes, only leaving a flimsy lace set paired with a leather garter belt that left little to the imagination, and laid on your side seductively, waiting for his return. It didn’t take long, though the reaction wasn’t exactly what you expected.

“Faen, darling...” His mouth fell open at the inviting sight but you could spot how the lust on his eyes was tinged with something else. Guilt.

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Tagging my lovelies : @fictive-sl0th @lokisgoodgirl @peaches1958 @ozymdias ✨

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Knight in shining leather

Request: "Hiiii! 😄 I thought about an idea for a request and well... What do you think of that: Loki being reader's knight in shining armour and rescuing her? ☺️💚 I know, it's pretty cliché - but I love it. 🥰 I'll leave the rest up to you! ☺️Thank you very much! 💚" by the lovely @holdmytesseract

Genre/warnings: humor, fluff and lil spicy hints (nothing graphic). Language Cap dislikes this

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: First of all, I’m terribly sorry for taking so much time to do this, love. The festivities drained my energy to underground levels. At first, I started writing something very different to this but I didn’t like how it was turning out so I did a 180º spin hahaha Also a weekend with my nieces gave me some extra inspiration I needed 😂

I don’t know if I ever tell you, but I love the topic and the one-shot you have on it is absolutely incredible, love. I really hope you enjoy this one💜

“Come on, love…it’s going to be fun!” you cheered him, showing your best smile and lovingly pushing his hair back, the touch making him purr lightly. You leant into him, reaching his ear to throw the knockout punch “In addition, I promise to compensate you with a very pleasant surprise once you are back” he swallowed hard, shaking his head after. He knew your tricks, but it worked anyways.

“Are you sure you will be fine?” Loki tilted his head, thick brows knitted, his gaze studying your expression for any sign of hesitation. You grabbed his hands and chuckled.

“Absolutely.” You said with solemn voice, trying to fight the smile at his concern. It was absurd. “Now, stop looking for excuses and leave. I’m sure they’re already waiting” you briefly kissed his lips and pushed him towards the door. “Have fun! I love you!”

“I love you t-.” He stared dumbfounded at the suddenly closed door, just mere inches from his face, before reluctantly head downstairs to join the guys.

It had been a busy week around the compound. Earlier that month you had gifted all the mom’s of the team a weekend in a luxury spa in the city outskirts for them to enjoy a well deserved break, so they were out for a couple days. Besides, the boys were having a night out to celebrate Sam’s birthday. You had been insistently encouraging your boyfriend to join them, assuring him it was going to be nice and also, a great opportunity to bond with his teammates. To say he was averse was a big understatement, but you used all your secret weapons to convince him and it had worked.

But you…Oh, you had been so naive accepting to take that ‘mission’ alone. It’s going to be the easiest you’ve ever done, you thought. Just a relaxed and fun evening.

And now you were hiding in a broom closet near the living area. From a bunch of kids. 

Hours prior, you had the brilliant idea of offering them some ice cream after their nap. Meep, big mistake. You had turned those adorable toddlers into tiny well-rested and sugar-fueled monsters that were wrecking havoc around the whole building.

You had your back pressed against the door, fumbling in the darkness to find your phone. It was still 10 pm., they weren’t even close to be back. You were fucked up.

In your life, you had made some arguable choices but this was, by far, the worst. You took a deep inhale, trying to think with clarity. You were a self made, strong adult woman. A highly trained super agent that had fought the mightiest and more hideous beings of the world. Damn it, no; villains of the whole galaxy. This should be a walk around the park. Just for a few more hours.

“Come on, I can do this…” you cheered yourself up, though it didn’t sound as convincing as you planned. Turning around you reached for the knob and opened slowly to peek trough a thin sliver. All clear. Exhaling relieved, you pulled a bit more, warily stepping a foot out of your safe haven. You finally were out in the hallway, looking to both sides to check there was not a soul in sight. An uncanny silence weighted in your surroundings. That sudden calm was disturbing.

“FRIDAY, situation.” You required, frowning in confusion.

“There has been a failure on labs security system registered 5 minutes ago due to a contamination of the scans. No serious damages detected so far, agent.” A chill ran down your spine and eyes almost jump out of their sockets. Shit, shit, shit.

You ran down the hall as if your life depended on it. Well, actually it did. Mind already going wild with the possibilities of mutant kids and explosions. You were following the chocolate stains down the stairs as fast as your legs allowed when a giggling flying ball almost crashes into you. The tiny iron clad human dodged you deftly, chased by the rest of the -luckily non flying- kids. 

All things considered, this could have been way worse, but you weren’t pushing your luck further.

You decided to dial Thor; kids adored him and he could be a good reinforcement. In addition, two of the tiny monsters were his, so you didn’t feel so guilty for interrupting his night. Of course, you regretted your decision the moment you heard the deafening voice on the other side.

“SISTARRR! Await…Fellows, here! Say hello to lady Y/n!” You pulled the phone from your ear just in time for the troupe of boisterous drunken men to unintelligibly greet you amongst the thundering background music. “We are having a blast!”

“I see. Allright, have fun guys” you hung up the call, growling frustrated as you would have to do this alone, heading to the living area to attempt regaining some control over the situation. 

You started by picking from the floor and rest over your hip the smallest girl right before she put a communication device into her mouth, throwing it to a side. Instead, she decided your free hand was much more appetizing and sank her awfully sharp baby teeth on it.

"Did you just fucking bite me?” you whimpered, showing the fresh marks to the amused toddler who, obviously, didn’t understand a word.

“I’m going to tell uncle Steve you said the “F” word!” a high pitched exclamation accusing you from behind. You turned on your heels, seething, smoke coming out your ears like a cartoon and pointing your finger to the child.

“Don’t. you. dare.” You narrowed your eyes in a poor excuse of a warning. Before you could continue with your pitiful scold, a loud sound outside cut you. The lovely purring of 575 horsepower. You new exactly what engine did that heavenly sound belong to. You saw the shining of the jaguar’s headlights go off and seconds later the main door was opening. 

There he was, like and answer to your prayers, as handsome as ever with his black leather jacket and those sinfully well tailored pants. His jet locks were slightly messed by the cold wind, framing and falling free over that sculpted sharp jaw. If you weren’t on the brink of a mental breakdown you would be drooling in that moment.

“Your savior is here, darling” he flashed you a perfect smile. He kissed you lovingly before paying attention to the kid on your arms. Loki hummed, stifling a chuckle. “In retrospect, this is not what I had in mind when you mentioned a surprise.”

“Loki…” you chided. He smiled bigger, raising his hands in fake apologizes.

“I love when you look at me like that, did I ever tell you?” you sighed, a mix of relief and guilt was starting to take over you. At least he was still having fun at your deranged self and you couldn’t blame him. “Now tell me, where is the threat?” And as an answer to his inquiry, a ray was shot into the closest wall, scarce inches from both your faces. 

“Right there” you tilted your head to the right, pointing the fresh smoky hole. He nodded, took off his jacket and handed it to you, rolling up the sleeves of the thin sweater and heading towards the chaos with confident, long strides.

The next couple minutes were filled by flashes of green, hysterical giggles and a few more little explosions. Fortunately, the damages were not that bad to fix and he was able to disarm and draw together all the menaces into a controlled space.

“Now sit before me, tiny beasts.” he commanded sternly, circling them as a shepherd with a bunch of crazy lambs. As expected, they ignored his words and kept complaining.

“I said SIT!” He roared and, a bit embarrassed, you could feel your whole body flutter at the sound. Suddenly the room had fell into a peaceful silence, all eyes trained on him. “Well, thank you” he nodded, back to his soft pitch.

“That was rude, mister Loki” scolded the little Stark, earning an audible eye roll from the god. 

“Would you now care to explain why did you commit all those…altercations?” His piercing emeralds went over every little pair staring at him, arms crossed over his chest. Magni, Thor’s youngest son, raised his hand, waiting for permission to speak. “I’m listening”

“Uncle Loki…auntie promised to let us play swords.” Doe blue eyes looking up to his uncle, using his best mournful voice. Son of a…

“Oh no, buddy. Don’t do that. What I said was-” 

“Ah yes, betrayal” a swiftly homesick Loki interrupted your explanation “I am quite familiar with that, little one” he smiled knowingly, resting a hand on the boy’s blonde curls and messing them a bit. “This makes me recall and old story that took place centuries ago, in the faraway and obscure lands of Niflheim. A tale of treachery and revenge that concluded in a gruesome battle…” his voice lowered and darkened, luring the group’s utter curiosity. Your gaze swung from your dark god to the astonished kids, who watched him with mouths agape and scintillant eyes, following each gesture in awe. He was like the Pied Piper of Hamelin. The story probably wasn’t the most appropriate for their young age, but the chaos finally ceased, so you weren’t going to complain. 

In silence, you left the baby on the couch and went to seat on a stool by the bar, propping up your elbows to let your face rest between your hands and allowing yourself to enjoy the narration with as much interest. It was truly mesmerizing.

Little by little, weariness and the descending pace of the tale started to lure them to fall in a deep, smooth slumber. Loki walked quietly to you, a smug smile adorning his lips. He circled your tired frame from behind and pressed a tender kiss on your hair.

“That was incredible. Did I tell you how much I love you today?” you turned around, looking up to him full of adoration and gratitude. He left out a low laugh and kissed your nose.

“I’m here to serve you, my dear. They were some tough foes, I must admit.” He peeked over his shoulder to the snoring pack. You let your head fall to rest against his chest, his hand soothingly stroking your hair back.

“Thank you” you exhaled “Why did you came here? I’m so sorry you had to leave the party” you felt him shrug.

“Well, it is rather hard to not hear my brother. Besides…who said I am not still there?” You frowned but quickly understood the meaning of his words, pulling back slightly to meet his gaze. His signature mischievous grin was creeping in and  winking an eye.

“Scoundrel” you mirrored his smile and playfully pinched his side.

Without a word, he picked you from the stool, carrying you bridal style.

“What are you doing?” you said in a gasp but instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck.

“My lady in distress needs a recess and I am about to claim my reward for such arduous service” he stated matter of factly, already walking towards the elevator.

“Fair enough, my prince”

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✨Tags✨: @fictive-sl0th @peaches1958 @trickster-maiden @mischief2sarawr @lovelysizzlingbluebird @chantsdemarins @lokixryss @eleniblue

[coldnique]

REQUEST TIME BABES 💥

So, since it’s almost Christmas let me tell you how the week before Christmas always is for me: I am baking like crazy, crafting a lot, run through all the shops, the night before Christmas I don’t sleep because I’m still not done with my presents and I I usually cry because of that 😂

I’d love the reader in a similar situation - maybe she is stressed because she doesn’t want to disappoint people, maybe her gift for Loki isn’t done, I don’t know :) that’s for you to decide. It can be angsty, funny (I honestly also laugh about myself crying everytime 😂) or just pure fluff, whatever floats your boat with this request ☺️

Lot of love! 🫶

Omg, I feel you, girl, I honestly do.

I love doing things for my loved ones but my anxiety levels go wild on this time of the year and yes, being a crying mess amongst a pile of wrapping paper and shiny ribbons is definitely a vibe for me too 😂 

I hope you enjoy this piece and wish for you to dodge the mental breakdown and have a peaceful time this holidays, sweetie 💜💜

Genre/warnings: tiny bit of angst and the fluffiest teeth-rotting fluff lol

Word Count: 1.8k

The perfect present

The sound of a bunch of simmering saucepans and pots barely allowed the cheerful festive songs permeate into the kitchen. If not been for Thor, of course, who happily sang along, improvising half of the lyrics but holding high the holiday spirits. 

He insisted in helping you in with the food preparations, so you had him kneading the dough for your traditional King’s cake on the island counter, attired with a bright red Christmas themed apron that looked ridiculous on his godly figure though he wore it as proudly as if it was his regal armor. So it was him, Wanda and you in charge of dinner while the rest of the team remained busy with other activities around the celebration.

A sweet and salty aroma started to fill the space and you ran towards the oven, withdrawing a tray filled with carrots, parsnips and other vegetables. You were about to turn after leaving it on the counter when you felt two strong arms snaking around your waist. It didn’t matter how familiar his touch was at that point, he still managed to give you the wildest butterflies. 

Loki rested his chin on your shoulder, the fresh skin of his cheek feeling so good against yours, that was already burning from the heat of the stoves.

“This looks delicious, darling” he purred nuzzling into your neck. His hands slid down to secure you against the counter, chest pressing gently on your back. “I can’t hardly wait for dinner” his breathy innuendo fanning right behind your ear, the closeness making you feel giddy. You unconsciously leant into his touch when he started peppering kisses along the exposed skin over your blouse. Wanda and Thor’s chuckles on your back sounded far away, both of you floating on your own intimate bubble. The witch cleared her throat loudly after a moment, interrupting the unfolding scene. Since you were officially together you would act like two teenagers, barely keeping your hands off each other, oblivious to anyone who could be around much to your teammates chagrin.

“Something smells like burning over there, Mischief.” She warned in a playful tone, making him pull back reluctantly from his grip to let you turn around. You rested both hands over his chest to keep some distance, a dopey smile coloring your face.

“She’s right, baby. Why don’t you go help the rest over the living area? They’d sure use some of your powers over there” you winked him, knowing the other boys should be having a hard time at this point with the bunch of over excited, sugar-fueled little beasts that invaded the tower due to the celebrations. He rolled his eyes and sighed, warily accepting your point. You giggled and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him, giving his godly ass a smack when he turned to leave.

Wanda approached the place where you stood to help you, an amused expression adorning her delicate features when she playfully hit your hip with her own.

“Seriously, babe. I have no clue what you have done to him, but he’s completely smitten. I wish I could see your face when he gives you his present.” She said nonchalantly while stirring the apple sauce. In that moment you ears pricked up and your smile fell, anxiety taking over you again.

“Have you seen it?” You asked warily, to which she answer with a smug smile and a nod. Without even noticing, Thor had joined your blabbing all of the sudden, standing behind the witch after putting the dessert into the oven.

“Oh, lady y/n. You are going to love it. Jane helped him decide.” He beamed proudly, wiggling his dense brows in a funny way. You bit you lip nervously, the growing expectation making you start to feel insecure about what you got for him.

Your best friend quickly saw the worry settling on your face.

“What is it, sweetie? Don’t you have his yet?” Her voice sounded utterly confused, since they all knew well you usually got your presents months in advance. Always doing your absolute best to get the perfect thing for each one of them. There was nobody on the whole team who put so much time and love into it.

“Yes. I mean, it’s not that. It’s just that…” you stammered, your head already thinking of better things you could have got him, going through all the discarded options.

“Nonsense, sister!” He came closer to reassuringly pat your arm. “I know him well, and he is going to be ecstatic when he opens it. You tilted your head to look up at him and forced a tight smile before resuming your work, now with a whirl sensation settled on your stomach.

These were the first Christmas you’d spent together as a couple, but he had always been thoughtful since you were just friends, he would always remember even the tiniest details. This year it was more special. You had spent months looking for the perfect gift. It had to be something personal, that showed all the love you felt for him, all the beautiful things he had brought into your life. Something as unique as him.

You had managed to spent the day without brooding over it, too busy since you woke up to think about it, but now your friends’ words had you doubting.

You squinted the clock on the wall. Maybe you still had a couple hours to find something as a plan B.

Excusing yourself you left the kitchen hastily, taking a sneak peek into the living area to check if he was still busy so he wouldn’t catch you. Your heart almost melted at the sight when you spotted him in the middle of the room, with a group of toddlers sitting around him on the floor, completely mesmerized. He was a great story teller and his shapeshifting ability had that bunch of tiny terrors completely tamed to everybody’s surprise. And fortunately, he was invested enough on his play to notice your departure.

When you arrived to the compound you were feeling defeated. After two hours running around the city you found nothing, so you had to stick to your first option. You reluctantly took the parcel from the back of your drawer and put it together with the rest to place them under the tree downstairs.

When you were back into the common area you were slowly able to relax a bit, letting the festive atmosphere and warmth engulf you again. He didn’t release your hand throughout dinner more than a minute, his eyes searching for yours as to check if everything was fine. It was incredibly obvious for him the unease you were feeling, no matter how hard you tried to hide it, but as time passed, the flowing group conversation -with a couple drinks- and his reassuring gestures allowed you to enjoy the night. 

As hours passed, you could feel a change in your boyfriend’s demeanor. You were sitting on his lap and his fingers wouldn’t stop playing with your hair, his left foot patting relentlessly on the floor. He was anxious about something too, which was pretty uncommon for the god. 

Once everybody had left back to their apartments, he gently pushed you down on the couch.

“Do not move, darling” he pecked your nose with a smile and stood up, heading to the door just to be back before a minute, with his hands behind his back and eyes glinting in excitement.

“I am aware your tradition says to give the presents in the morning, but you know waiting is not my forte.” He said as he sat again by your side. “Besides, I prefer to have this moment with you alone.” his voice lowered, making you shiver from head to toes, and he flashed his signature mischievous smile while handing you a little black box with a green tie. You opened it with slightly shaky hands, breath catching in your throat when you saw its content. It was the most beautiful necklace you had ever seen; hanging from a delicate chain there was an emerald with a unique cut encased on drop shaped, thin gold plate. You took it out to examine it closely, still out of words when you saw the inscription in the back. Min kjærlighet og mitt hjem. Your eyes shot up to meet his holding a tender expression.

“Loki…this is beautiful. Thank you.” all you could muster was a faint whisper.

“That is what you mean to me, my love” he came closer to press a soft kiss on your lips before helping you to clasp the necklace. “Gorgeous” he admired the sight enthralled, his colors looking beautiful as ever on your skin.

Now it was clear that your gift couldn’t compare to his and your heart felt heavier on your chest. Wordlessly you stood and walked towards the tree.

It wasn’t hard to find despite de mountain of packages that laid under the giant fir. His was different; elegant and simple. A plain paper in a pale shade with a golden ribbon, decorated with a little branch of sage -his favorite. You could see that special glow in his beautiful gaze, the one he saved for you only, lifting from the parcel to your eyes when you offered it to him. 

He carefully undid the wrapping to reveal the black leather cover of the book. The spine had symbols and runes engraved and filled with golden sheets. His long fingers traced the patterns he knew so well, taking his time to appreciate each detail before opening it and go thought the first pages. As he turned the pages his brow started to furrow a bit and his mouth twitched involuntary, his graceful features contorting in an expression you could not fathom. Disappointment, perhaps you thought, not daring to speak until he did.

When he finally lift his gaze from the text his eyes where red and glassy.

“Y/n, these are my mother’s tales…” you nodded biting your lip before he could finish. His hand reached for your face, stroking your cheek, his touch full of adoration. “How?”

“I love the stories, so I noted them every time you told me one to remember them. Talking with your brother I found out they weren’t on any books, so he helped me to translate them and make this. I know it isn’t much, though.” You shrugged, looking down through your explanation. 

“This is the most beautiful thing anybody has done for me. It..It is perfect” The knot in your stomach fade the moment his arms were around you, holding you as close as physically viable. “Jeg elsker deg mye” You melted into the embrace relishing on its warm comfort.

“Me too, love. Merry Christmas, Loki.”

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[coldnique]

Sweet and spicy

A/N: this is my addition for the lovely @fictive-sl0th 's Secret Santa 🖤 I loved writing this and that's why I got carried away with the word count, sorry lol

English is not my native language, so please forgive me if you find something weird or misspelled. I love this wholesome and fun community and really hope you enjoy this!

Word Count: 2k

Cold December night fell over the city, snow starting to pour down outside. It was past 10pm and the last couple of clients had left a while ago, leaving you alone in the cozy space that was your workplace.

You were humming to the song that played softly on the background of the bookstore-cafe, drying and settling the mugs in place for the next morning. You had assured Maya, your co-worker and friend, you could handle it and didn’t mind to shut down on your own so she could reunite sooner with her family that night. It was only some months since you moved to New York, so you didn’t have any social compromise around the Christmas celebrations. Also you love staying longer there anytime you had the opportunity. You would brew yourself a coffee and sit near the fireplace with a book and dive in your lecture while listening to the sounds of the city. And that was exactly your plan for that day. 

Once you finished cleaning the bar, you chose a copy of your favorite poetry anthology and headed to the table closest to the fire, at the back of de place. There, hanging from the armchair, was a bottle-green cashmere scarf and you knew exactly who did it belong to.

Loki was a regular client there. He used to go almost everyday when he wasn’t required for a mission, spending hours in that corner table with his fancy black tea and a pile of books by his side. He usually lost track of time and was still there on closing time. You didn’t mind though, his presence was somewhat calming for you despite most of people was still reluctant to be around the dark asgardian. One day, you decided to join him, enjoying the silent company while reading and soon you started talking and discussing about books. He was kind and sharp-minded, and you found him incredibly attractive, so it was more than a welcome presence.

Eventually, it started to be a routine when you got to close the cafe; you would find him peeking at your direction, waiting for you to end your chores or even standing to help you finish them faster. Then you would brew him another tea along with your drink and sit together. Most days you wouldn’t even read, just stay there talking about your day or listening to him; he was a great story-teller and you loved to learn about the ancient realm. It was easy for him to make you laugh when you had a rough time and he gave you the confidence to talk about anything really. With the time, he became more open too, sharing details about his troubled past and then making sure to show you every single time how grateful he was to be able to do it without being judged. On the opposite, you were glad to understand him better and be the one to comfort him. 

Those moments you shared were the highlight of your days and left you always craving for more. Both of you would secretly count the hours left to your desired encounter. Always hoping that the other would finally make a move.

That day he left hours prior, leaving his mug on the bar counter and saying a quick goodbye to you before hastily parting. Maybe that’s why he forgot this. You decided to leave your book aside, buttoned up your coat and grabbed the scarf, wrapping it around your neck to protect you from the harsh wind outside. It was the softest fabric you ever felt on your skin, and the smell was divine, just like his. Locking the exterior door, you turned around to see the direction of the Stark tower; it wasn’t far, just a few blocks, so walking there would be fine.

One of things you missed the most was being able to see the stars at night, but on this time of the year you couldn’t complain. Streets were decorated with thousands of tiny warm lights hanging from the tall buildings and around the naked trees. The illuminated windows allowed you to see the shadows of their dwellers gathering with friends, family or lovers while the snow kept steadily falling around the city and covering the pavement with a pearly glow. It was truly magical. 

However, the cold air biting your face wasn’t that enchanting, so you rushed your pace on the last meters and up the stairs to the entrance, seeking for shelter inside.

On the elevator ride you found yourself nervously playing with the hem of the scarf. You weren’t sure why you decided to go there uninvited, maybe you should just have waited until his next visit to give it back to him. Deep inside you knew that piece of fabric was simply an excuse to see him since you were deprived of your cherished private reunion that night, and you hoped he would see it that way too and didn’t find your intrusion weird or inconvenient.

The ‘ding’ of the doors opening startled you from your messed thoughts. You walked to the end of the hallway as the receptionist told you to find his door, checking twice the number on the golden plate. Ever so lightly, rosy cold knuckles hit the wood, it opening before you could lower your hand. A crooked grin adorned his chiseled face and you couldn’t help but stare for a bit too long. His usual suit lacked, instead he was wearing a black henley that fitted perfectly and a pair sweatpants. The heat on your cheeks wasn’t anymore to blame on the temperature contrast. Dim lighting and tenuous jazz played on the background, making the whole atmosphere inviting.

“I thought you would not arrive” he chuckled lightly at your puzzled expression “Please, come in.” You nodded as he took a step back, and walked into his apartment.

“I’m sorry to interrupt. Just wanted to give this back to you” you pointed to the scarf, now a little ashamed you were actually wearing it, rushing to untie it when a hand rested over yours, stopping you.

“It is fine, darling. Also, you should keep it; green suits you.” His eyes raised to yours, flashing in a way you hadn’t seen before. You were not sure how to take the compliment so you just smiled fondly. You were shifting on your feet, hesitant to ask about his previous words.

“What did you mean when you said you thought I wasn’t coming?” 

“I had to leave sooner than planned to do an express job today and sadly miss our meeting” he shrugged “So I left that hoping you got the cue.” His smile grow wider, proud that it worked. Then he pointed to your coat, a silent invitation for you to take it off. You shook your head, half laughing, and slid the sleeves down before handing it to him.

“You know, here in Midgard we usually leave a phone number or a note” he laughed at your quip and then turned on his heels.

“Not my style. I prefer to be subtler.” He winked and vanished your coat in a flash of green before siting on the leather sofa. You followed into the living area and let yourself drop by his side. The room was just illuminated by a roaring fire from the corner hearth and a floor lamp. You rested your head back for a moment comfortably as the nice warmth started to ease your muscles from the long day. The god watched delighted the way your body stretched, in awe to see you being able to relax in his presence, on his place. He could get used to that sight.

When you lifted your gaze again, your eyes blew wide noticing the amount of books displayed on the shelves-wall, probably as many as you had on the bookstore, if not more.

“That’s an amazing collection” you said, sight still wandering over the beautifully engraved spines. “I don’t understand why you come to our place having this here” not that it bothered you, quite the opposite, but you wouldn’t be able to leave a place like this, it was like a dream.

“Mmh…you actually have good brews in there” he said reflectively “but the main reason is I am quite fond on sharing space with this lovely mortal” you turned your head to him, clearly flushed in that moment, but decided to mask it playing a bit.

“I wouldn’t call that being subtle at all” that elicited an amused laugh, he loved how witty you were when he attempted to flirt with you, even if you saw it as just bantering. In that moment he was completely honest, he was determined to stop playing around and take that step, just needed to be sure of your feelings towards him, so he decided to test the waters.

“Since today we are switching roles, may I offer you a drink?” He raised a brow, silently wishing to entertain you to stay.

“Sounds perfect” you smiled wide and he mirrored it, trying to hide his excitement.

“I’ll be right back. Make yourself comfortable, darling” he winked again and disappeared into the kitchen. You bit your lip, watching him go. The situation was strangely heartwarming; one of the reasons you loved to stay around your workplace was elongating the way home. Sometimes the big city could feel lonely and it wasn’t easy to make real friends, but since you met him there was this connection you couldn’t explain with words. And in that moment, being there and having him making you a drink at home after a long day was something deeply comforting. You were still staring in his direction, leaning over the backrest of the couch deep in thought when he came back with two steamy mugs. He walked around and, after handing you one, he took his seat, this time closer, legs touching.

You thanked him with a smile and held it between both hands, relishing the warmth of the ceramic cup and taking a deep inhale, the rich cocoa aroma filling your nostrils.

“I expect it is good enough.” Was he blushing? He seemed a bit anxious, eyes trained on you, waiting for your reaction. Loki didn’t have guests often, let alone prepare them something himself.

You approached the mug slowly to your lips, and took a little sip, careful not to get burn. It had the perfect sweetness and you could taste a nice hint of cinnamon and chili, intense but luscious. A treacherous moan escaped you and his ears pricked up at the delightful sound, his mind already wandering far.

“This is absolutely delicious, Loki” you said vainly trying to hide the fire rising to your face. He didn’t miss the opportunity to get closer and collect a bit of chocolate from your upper lip, longingly tracing it to bring his finger to his mouth right after.

“Indeed, darling” he gifted you that wolfish smile you couldn’t resist. You stared again for a bit too long, eyes not willing to leave those rosy lips and the way they twitched, wondering how soft they were, how would they taste. 

He noticed. Oh, of course he did. And he refused to miss the shot, not when it was so clear. With a swiftly movement his left hand rested on your thigh while the other gently cupped your jaw, drawing you closer. Lids fell heavy when his lips pressed against yours. An electric current traveling through your veins and awakening all your senses. You slid your tongue out, begging for entrance and he answered presto, deepening the kiss when your fingers wrapped softly around his neck. 

You couldn’t tell how long you stayed there, but surely it wasn’t even close to enough. Both pulled apart, staggered breaths stroking each others face. He drew a lip between his teeth, dwelling on the question that was burning on his tongue.

“Y/n…would you stay the night?” Voice came out lower than usual but it was tainted with hint of insecurity in it that almost made yourself melt in that moment.

“I though you wouldn’t ask.” You nudged gently your noses, pecking tenderly his lips and smiling against them. “And yes. I would like nothing more.”

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The words I had were hot cocoa - scarf - lights so @mochie85 I really hope you enjoy your gift (: 💜✨

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