#don x loki

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WIP WEDNESDAY

in celebration of Soulless God basically exploding and jumping up by over 200 hits (its now my 2nd most hit fic ever!), here is a clip of Don and Loki (in her fem form in this fic), dancing at Randall’s 55th birthday party (Randall is an OC i created as Don’s boss/friend)!!!

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The music emanating from the tent lilted and swelled, transitioning into an even dreamier melody that made Don physically shiver.

Loki was unfamiliar with earthen favourites, but she could read the nostalgia and enjoyment in Don’s eyes as he cast a look to the tent.

“It’s really the perfect song for dancing with a Lady as ethereal as you,” Don smiled.

“You flatter me,” Loki’s thumb revisited the path she had drawn invisibly across his face.

“I mean it,” Don said fervently, “Prince or Princess of Asgard, monarch or otherwise, you’re just…untouchable.”

Loki pressed herself close to Don, his warmth cradling her nervous system.

They near floated through the grass together, her dress brushing the sleeping flowers that had closed their petals for the night.

Lazily, fireflies dipped and rose around them, a pond on the estate contributing the ambient croaks of content frogs and the chirrups of excited crickets.

“You are doing a very good job of touching me right now,” Loki whispered.

Don’s hands were smoothing the material of her dress against the centre of her back, perfectly gentlemanly and eliciting rushes of an electrical fizz down her spine.

“Irreplacable then,” Don leaned close, brushing his nose against hers, “How ‘bout that?”

Loki let her eyes dip, watching the words leave Don’s lips. She brushed her own elegant nose back against his and brought her arms up from his back, laying her hands at the nape of Don’s neck.

“Irreplacable…I can honestly say no one has described me that way before,” Loki murmured.

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Tagging low pressure x : @elodiah @megglesthegeek @mobiuscutemustache @blackbirdofasgard @lokimobius @distracteddream @ineffablelara @westwardly @pluppleseverywhere @justanotherhopelessgeek (and others! one day ill remember all the names)

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Thank you for all the tags! the twixmas limbo has me atm. but like a silly billy ive started writing more Soulless God instead of finishing the one more chance chappy lol

@westwardly @blackbirdofasgard @distracteddream @megglesthegeek @justanotherhopelessgeek @pluppleseverywhere plus anyone else! brain not working and u may have already shared and I forgot!!

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As he rang the bell, the door practically flung open and Don was standing there, harried and still in his work uniform.

“Hello,” Loki breathed, “I…went out.”

“Where did you go?” Don said, visibly unwinding from the shoulders down, “Loki, I thought you’d…I really thought you’d left.”

“I was waylaid having a moment of reflection just in the woods,” Loki struggled to push out a faint laugh.

“You’ve been gone for hours then because I’ve been home since five and it’s now seven thirty,” Don said.

He stepped out of the way to let Loki back in and closed the door softly behind the both of them.

Dinner was waiting, sadly poised on the table where two places were set and Don’s was half-eaten.

Loki’s plate was there, untouched, but the food was still in the serving dishes.

Loki’s heart tripped.

Don had thought he was gone and yet there was his place at the table, waiting for him should he come back.

Loki’s eyes started to burn.

At one point, he was unsure he would come back.

A strong and sure pull had tugged his feet back towards Don’s home, a silver string of fate leading back to this.

His place in the world.

Loki blinked rapidly to clear his vision and hide the evidence and turned to find Don poised with his hands on his hips.

“What-“

“Please don’t worry me like that,” Don deadpanned, “You could’ve left a note.”

Loki prickled, “A note? Be serious Don-“

“It's considerate. How would I know what had happened to you if you didn’t come back?” Don raised his brows.

Loki’s muscles twitched, fighting the urge to run again.

“I don’t ‘leave notes’. I can handle leaving the house and not getting caught. I’m not a child,” Loki said.

Don sighed through his nose, “I’m not treating you like a child.”

“Then why does it feel like it?” Loki snapped lamely.

Don rolled his eyes at him and Loki’s jaw locked.

“Are you going to argue with me or accept that I was just worried?” Don said.

“That depends on the length of the lecture,” Loki crossed his arms.

Don threw his hands up, “Grow up, Loki.”

Smarted by the barbed response, Loki scoffed, “You grow up! You’re acting like a prison warden!”

“And you’re acting like a spoiled teenager, even though you’re what? Hundreds of years old?” Don snapped.

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ANGST AS THEY GET CLOSER WOOOO

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Long time no see! Still chugging away on my various oneshots from Febuwhump and mu long fics but got strucketh down by writers block!

Thank you for all the tags <3

LATE wip Wednesday!

A sweet lil clip from ch 17 of Soulless God

“Your Midgardian alcohol has a profoundly strange effect on those with Asgardian constitution,” Loki replied.

Don groaned in response, “I’m too drunk to understand what you just said.”

Loki sniggered and flopped to the side, nestling up against Don’s side.

Don was not finished with their verbal sparring, “You gonna just abandon romancing me altogether then, or are you going to come closer?”

“I am literally lying right next to you.”

“Closer,” Don grumbled.

Loki shook with the laughter bubbling up out of him as they cozied up for the night, his nose touching Don’s cheekbone.

Comically, he widened his eyes, staring at his partner intently.

“Does this please you, mortal?” he said.

Don snorted and they dissolved into another round of giggles, as if they weren’t two grown men and instead were school-skiiving teenage sweethearts on the run with a stolen bottle of whiskey.

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Boo

Soulless God hits 40k+ words whilst my other long fics scream from neglect (One More Chance and Do you Know will be updated next <3)

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GUESS WHO UPDATED FINALLY

SOULLESS GOD HITS 51k WORDS AND 73 SUBS

(i literally promise you’ll see my febuwhump fics soon and One More Chance the struggle is real with the plots of those right now)

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Thank you to @westwardly and @megglesthegeek for the tags!

Soulless God just became my hit fic so in celebration, here are 7 sentences (i think) to tease their first kiss!

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Don looked enthralled and the way his eyes glittered happily, Loki’s face in his gentle grasp, made Loki’s own heart sing despite the pounding of his pulse.

Don looked at them as though they were precious.

Banishing his nerves, Loki dipped his gaze to Don’s mouth.

As Don smoothed his thumb along the sharp edge of his jaw, Loki let his eyes close, leaning in blindly to brush his lips gently against Don’s.

Don’s breath caught and he gently pecked Loki’s lips with a delicate, small kiss. The touch sent a zap straight to Loki’s brain, sending his mind spiralling into a mist of dismantled thoughts, dizzying him.

Loki returned the light kiss, chastely touching his lips back to Don’s and pulling back just an inch.

Low pressure tags:

@mirilyawrites @distracteddream @elodiah @ineffablelara @lokimobius @mobiuscutemustache and all others!

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Sentences for Sunday!

Thank you to everyone who tagged me recently! currently running ragged to sort out Christmas stuff and I’m in the Isle of Wight for the weekend so here is a clip from chappy 8 of Soulless God that is almost finished <3

Lokius (Doki) hug!

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What he wanted to do was far more vulnerable, something that - a good few weeks prior - he never would have considered bestowing upon a human.

If he stood there any longer, contemplating his conflicting views and feelings, he would lose the moment.

Loki decided.

He shut off all other precolections and opened his arms, gently wrapping them around Don’s broad but rounded shoulders. To his surprise, he was embraced immediately, Don’s hand patting him gently in the centre of his spine.

Loki grasped at him, tipping his head down onto his shoulder.

“Are you sure you’re okay? What’s all this for?” Don said, the vibrations of his voice gentle as they passed through to Loki, chest to chest.

Loki closed his eyes, fingers shifting subtly to cling to Don’s sleepshirt.

Don could feel his nerves, Loki could tell, as his friend hugged him tighter, securing his arms around his waist.

Loki’s chest burned with the intimacy of the hold, of how it soaked into his veins and made him feel enlivened yet docile and content.

He hummed subtly and prayed Don didn’t hear it. He was warm and he smelt lovely, like coming home after a long and hard battle in a far off world.

“I don’t know,” Loki said quietly.

Don patted him again, a tender hand running across Loki’s shoulder blades.

“I know you won’t hurt me,” Don murmured, “So don’t worry. I’m not going to send you away. You’re my friend.”

Loki’s fingers balled up the shirt he had in his grip, nose pressed firmly into the bone of Don’s shoulder.

It was the longest hug he had received in months.