#glorious life

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Yours (SMUT)

Summary: Loki finds you irresistible as you do the daily chores.

Character(s): Loki & Reader

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You can feel him watching you – your heart fluttering at the seductive smirk on his face. He's trying to hide it with the book in his hands, but you can easily see through him. All is quiet in your new, larger apartment – the four bedroom, four bathroom penthouse more than enough room for Loki, Eloise, you, and the twins who are en route to arrive in eight months. Loki is watching your movements as you wash the dishes – getting the stuck food off them before placing them in the dishwasher. Pregnancy has made you aware of how much your breasts can actually hurt, so going braless around the apartment is something you've been doing whenever you get the chance. You turn away from the sink – bending over to place the last bowl into the dishwasher, and when you stand back up, you feel the god's hands on your hips – turning you around to kiss you deeply. You chuckle against his lips as he playfully thrusts his hips towards you – letting you feel the hard bulge that lies just under the surface of his sweat pants.

"So," he purrs – kissing your neck up and down, "Eloise is fast asleep, and you, my love, look absolutely stunning today."

You giggle at his flirting.

"Babe, if you wanna have sex, just ask," you remind him.

Loki shakes his head. "I don't wanna have sex." You give him a confused expression. "I want to fuck you...right here on this countertop."

You gasp at his words – biting your bottom lip at his ocean eyes growing dark with lust. You give him a nod, and he swiftly picks you up – placing you on the black marble countertop. His hands slowly go up your shirt – massaging your breasts that he knows are getting sore. The faintest hint of a baby bump puts a gorgeous smile on his face as he lifts your shirt off your body. "You're so beautiful," he purrs – kissing your breasts and helping you take your yoga pants off. Loki chuckles when he reaches down to feel you. "No panties, my love?"

You shake your head. "Let's just say I had a feeling you'd want easy access."

"You know me so well," he smiles.

Slowly, Loki goes to his knees and gently spreads your legs apart – his fingers playing with your wetness as you look down at him below. You watch as he licks his fingers clean – moaning at your taste. The moment his mouth is on your heat, your head is thrown back – your lips parted in ecstasy as your breathing begins to shorten. Loki's tongue works wonders on your pussy – taking your little nub and gently biting it before sucking on it.

He certainly knows how to combine pleasure and pain to give you just the perfect mix. His hands grip your thighs so hard you're sure you'll have bruises, but he knows that you love them. You love anything that reminds you that you're his.

Loki enters two of his long, slender fingers into your throbbing cunt – curling them at just the right spot to have you whimpering and begging. Each time he chuckles into your pussy, it causes more vibrations – more pleasure shooting through your body. Needing to ride his face, you grab hold of his long, black, curly locks and hold his face to your sex – the thrill of overpowering a god bringing you even more pleasure.

"Do you like my pussy?" you ask – desire heavy in your voice.

Loki moans against your heat and nods his head. "Yes, my queen," he mutters.

Using your grip on his hair, you move his face around your cunt – using him and riding his face as you need. It doesn't take long for you to feel the tightness in your lower stomach grow to the point of snapping. Unable to keep your hold on Loki, you grip the countertop as he holds your thighs apart and works you into an orgasm. Before the scream leaves your mouth, Loki casts a soundproofing spell over the kitchen – keeping Eloise from hearing any noise being made. He loves to hear your sounds; he loves to know that he makes you feel good. You scream his name – your hips and legs shaking as you come undone on his tongue.

"That's it, baby," he coaches you through – pulling away from your pussy and letting his fingers continue to work. Through the little bit your eyes are open, you can see your slick covering his mouth – his tongue licking at anything he can from his lips. "That's my girl."

Loki stands up and quickly takes his erect cock out – pulling you towards him as he stands in front of you on the countertop. In one smooth motion, the God of Mischief enters your throbbing, sensitive cunt – his hand holding the back of your neck as you lose control of your body. He starts slowly – gently thrusting his cock in and out of your wetness – giggling darkly at how lost you are in the pleasure. "Does my love like her god's cock?"

"Mhm," you manage to hum – your eyes getting heavier each time he moves. "Fuck me, Loki."

You hear him laugh.

He didn't need to be told twice.

"Hold on, my dear," he quietly instructs you – guiding your hands to rest around his neck. Loki takes a few more slow, deep thrusts before stopping and stilling himself – causing you to open your eyes. When you open them, you're met with his blue eyes and a mischievous smirk. "Whose pussy is this?"

"Yours," you breathe out.

The moment the words hit his ears, the god begins to ruthlessly thrust his cock in and out of your cunt – being rough and hitting that spot deep within at the same time. He has you screaming – biting his shoulder as tears of pleasure start to build.

"You like being fucked by a god, huh?" You can only nod your head in response.

You feel your walls clench around him – your orgasm coming fast and hard. Loki can feel it too, and he fucks you into the pleasure and keeps his pace as he guides you through and out the other side. You clutch onto him tighter, and his hands gently rest on your back as he holds you in his arms – it's a different feeling compared to the way he's relentlessly pounding his cock into you. "Norns, your pussy is so tight," he moans.

"Loki," you begin to whine – tears starting to roll down your cheeks as your third orgasm hits you. Remembering that he has soundproofed the kitchen, you let him know just how much he's pleasuring you.

You let out a scream mixed with a moan as he pulls another orgasm from you. You hear him chuckle against your ear – pulling you tighter to his chest.

"Hold on, my love," he pants – his thrusts becoming sloppier and deeper with each one. "Kiss me." Loki leans back and grabs your face with both his hands – roughly devouring your lips as he spills himself inside of your warmth. The clashing of teeth, lips, and tongues drives the two of you even more crazy, and the feeling of his cum coating your walls throws you into yet another orgasm.

Loki lets out a beautiful moan – almost a scream that he uses your lips to muffle.

Before pulling out, he gives one more thrust – making sure that all of his orgasm was spilled into you. When he backs away, he smiles at the sight of his cum dripping from your fucked cunt and the small pool of your juices from when you apparently squirted. With a wave of his hand, the two of you are cleaned up and redressed, and the kitchen is returned to its clean state. Like a gentleman, Loki reaches out for your hand – helping you off the counter and catching you when your legs almost give out from underneath you.

"What do you say we take a nap, yeah?" Loki offers – carrying you into your shared bedroom.

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Trials and Temptations

James 1:12 (CEV) - God will bless you, if you don’t give up when your faith is being tested. He will reward you with a glorious life, just as He rewards everyone who loves Him.

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Pleasure (Loki/Reader) SMUT

After Loki admits he was jealous, you stop being afraid to make a move.

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Those words, the confirmation that Loki, the God of Mischief, was actually jealous, makes your heart race. You have nothing to say – words can't express your feelings anyway. Trusting that Loki meant what he said when he told you that you couldn't do anything to make him uncomfortable, you jump into the deep end and hope for the best.

Your lips connect with his.

At first, he doesn't reciprocate, and you're about to pull away, but then you feel his right-hand move from your shoulder to the back of your neck – the god deepening the kiss as you smile against his lips. Loki's tongue brushes against your bottom lip, and you open up – letting him take control, and his tongue explores your mouth. Realizing how inexperienced you are, the god pauses for a moment, and he lets your tongue explore his mouth as well – letting you dominate him for a second. You feel him shift on the couch, and you shiver at the feeling of his left hand on your hip. You let out a moan as his lips move to your neck – leaving small kisses up and down the side. Your fingers tangle in his hair – holding him to you, so he doesn't pull away.

"What do you want?" Loki chuckles against your sensitive skin. "Hm?" He pulls away, and his hands softly caress your cheeks – his hypnotic eyes capturing yours.

"Please," you whisper – leaning into his touch and kissing the palm of his hand. "Loki."

"Please what, little one?" Loki questions – purposely teasing you and wanting to hear the words come from your mouth. However, the words don't come – instead, you straddle his lap in one swift movement – mashing your lips back down onto his. The god's hands go under your shirt and hold your back – the feeling of your skin making his desire for you grow. He nudges at the hem of your shirt, and you help him remove it from your body. Loki admires the way your breasts look in your lacey black bra, and he begins to trail little kisses on the sides – leaving his mark on the inside of your left breast. Needing more of him, you reach behind your back and unhook your bra – throwing it to the floor and smiling at his moan when he sees your bare chest. "These are...magnificent," Loki whispers against your breasts – one hand massaging your left one, and his mouth gently sucking on your nipple while his other hand plays with your right nipple – pulling and twisting it – reacting to your sounds. You throw your head back in ecstasy – letting him take more control over you. Although your eyes are closed, you are aching for the sight of him – you begin to lift his shirt, and he helps by quickly tossing it across the living room. You sit back up and stare at his chiseled body in awe – wondering what the rest of him looks like. "Like what you see, my dear?"

You nod your head and bite your lower lip as you trace the outline of his abs. Once you get to the bottom two abs, you let your hand go lower – picking at the buckle of his belt. Loki simply smiles at you, and you go to undo his belt. He chuckles against your chest, and he guides your hands to the button of his jeans – helping you to remove the contraption and leave him in nothing more than his black boxer briefs. Before you can help him remove your pants, Loki stands up from the sofa – carrying you like you weigh nothing into his bedroom – closing the door behind him. The God of Mischief carefully places you on his bed and stands above you, smiling at the sight of having you almost completely nude in front of him. You look towards his cock – wondering just how big he'll be when the last bit of clothing is gone. Loki chuckles as you seductively bite your bottom lip.

You want him...now.

Loki gets next to you on the bed and sits up on his knees while you remain lying down – letting his bulge rest inches away from your mouth. He hasn't stopped you from doing anything thus far, so you decide to take it a step further. You reach up and cup his hard cock – smiling when you feel that he's trying to hold himself back. With your other hand, you guide his hands to your jeans – prompting him to unbutton them and slide them off your body. He smiles at your black lace panties – the matching pair to the bra you had been wearing. You bend your legs – making it easier for his hand to go in between your legs, but he moves slower than you want him to. "You let me know if you want to stop, okay, my love?" Again, you nod. You've been unable to speak this entire time, but he insists that you answer him. "Baby, please use your words."

"Okay," you breathe out – immediately going back to getting lost in the feeling of him in your hands. "I will."

That was all the consent that Loki needed before he felt comfortable enough to show you how much you meant to him. His hand makes its way in between your thighs – his hand cupping your soaked, hot mound.

"Is this for me?" he asks – needing to know just how much you desire him. Loki moves and lies down next to you – holding himself up on his left elbow while his right hand explores your wetness. His lips hover centimeters from yours, and the grin on his face is one of the most beautiful things you've ever seen. Once more, he captures your lips, and you grab for his hand – putting him inside your panties – needing him to play with you a little more. "You're soaked, baby girl," he moans against your neck – placing another mark there. His fingers play with your clit – lightly flicking, pinching, and twisting it – relishing in the sounds you make for him. Like all the other clothes, Loki removes your panties and tosses them across the room – quickly making his way in between your legs. He still has his underwear on, so you know he's not going to fill you just yet, so you raise an eyebrow – wondering if he's going to do what you think he's going to do. "May I have a taste?" he smiles. You look away – your cheeks turning beet red, and your heart beginning to burst from your chest. With a worried look on his face, Loki crawls back up the bed – lovingly stroking your cheeks. "You can say no, little one."

You shake your head. "No...it's not...that I don't want you to," you begin – embarrassment starting to fade at the sight of his worrisome expression. "It's just...I've...well, no one's ever done...you know...that."

Loki gives you an understanding smile and kisses you gently. "I understand, darling," he assures you. "If you'd allow me...I'd be honored to be the first to pleasure you in such a way."

"I don't know what to do," you sheepishly admit – your fingers running through Loki's black hair.

The god chuckles at you. "You don't do anything," he tells you. "All you need to do is give in to the overwhelming pleasure that your god is about to give you...let yourself go...don't try to fight it off." You nod nervously, holding onto his hand as he makes his way back down in between your thighs. Determined to make you feel as good as possible, Loki begins nibbling the insides of your thighs – leaving small hickies near your heat but never going to it. He lets his fingers go back to work – playing with your clit enough to make you want to buck your hips, but then it's met with a breath of cold air – an amazing feeling to the heat you feel from your arousal. You feel Loki grab your left leg, and you jump a bit when you feel his lips begin to move from your inner thigh and down towards your knee.

Her skin is soft – softer than should be possible, yet here it is...in my hands. Looking at her pussy makes me hungry – ravenous for her taste, but I know I should go slow – let her enjoy these new experiences – have her beg for me to finish her. Is she aware that she's actually dripping on my sheets? Hopefully, she's too lost in the bliss to notice, but she'll notice by the end; that much is certain.

Soon, you hear Loki's throaty chuckle, and he lets your leg go back to where it was. He moves your hips over so that you're in the center of the bed, and you soon find yourself with your legs spread wide and your knees flat on the blanket.

"You're so beautiful, baby girl," the God of Mischief praises you. "Has anyone ever told you how perfect, pink, and juicy your little pussy looks?" His words are almost enough on their own to get you off, and he knows it. You hear him chuckle against your inner thigh when you let out a moan of desperation. You try to move your hips and close the gap between his mouth and your cunt, but he refuses to let you – he's going to do this his way. "Can I have a picture of your pretty little pussy?" he asks with a smile. You nod – anything to get him to hurry up and place his mouth on you. He conjures his phone, takes his photo, and then conceals it once more – going back to merely admiring your naked form. You hear Loki hum nonchalantly as his fingers go back to play with you, and your desperation only grows more.

By the Gods, does her cunt look so perfect...so pretty and filled with arousal. She thinks I'm teasing and torturing her, which is true, but what she doesn't know is that I'm also teasing and torturing myself. I can't hold back much longer...I need to devour her treasure.

For a moment, his humming stops, and right when you're about to open your eyes, Loki's tongue licks up the wetness soaking your folds. Your hips instantly buck, and the god holds one arm over your lower half to keep you from moving. Loki eats you like a starved man that hasn't seen food in over a year. The way his mouth sucks on your clit and his tongue laps up the juices in between your folds is something you've never felt before – but you know that you want to feel more of it. He pulls away for a moment to admire your expression – letting his left hand continue to finger your entrance. You let out a squeal when you feel his right hand smack your swollen bud – a pleasurable pain you never knew existed. You try to reach down and put his mouth back on your cunt, but he chuckles at your feeble attempt.

"Tell me what you want, baby girl," Loki softly orders. "Tell me what you want, and you shall have it."

"Please, Loki," you beg – your breath panting and hips moving. "Eat me...make me scream."

Loki grins. "That's all you had to say."

Before you can respond, his mouth is on you once more – his tongue breaching your entrance and causing you to throw your head back. Finally, you manage to grab his hair – forcing him to dive deeper into your cunt as his arms wrap under your knees – spreading you as much as possible. He's beginning to sit up – you realize that when you feel his cock spring free from the confines of his boxer briefs. Loki doesn't enter you, however. Instead, he works you closer until your eyes can only see white. You remember what he said, and you try to let yourself go and give in to the strange yet familiar feeling of your lower stomach tightening. Due to your inexperience, you're terrified that you have to pee, but the more you feel it, the more Loki pushes you into the abyss. Let go, you hear his voice in your head. You feel his hand grab onto yours as he gives your clit a few more passes with his tongue. After that, you come undone in his arms – his hands going to your hips and holding you to his face – refusing to miss a single drop of honey that you're giving him. Loki's fingers softly stroke your hips as you ride out your orgasm on his tongue – being spurred on when you hear his moans of satisfaction. When he pulls himself away, you can still feel yourself dripping on the sheets, but before you can think too much about it, his lips are on yours, and you kiss him deeply – tasting yourself on his tongue.

She tastes divine...sweeter than I believed possible. She wants to give in – I can feel her legs beginning to shake, and she's trying to fight off the feeling of coming undone on my tongue. I tell her to let go, and thankfully, she does – I can feel her body relaxing, and her breath evens out as I grab her hand – letting her know that she's safe to let herself go – that I'm there to guide her through the maze of climax – to help her find her way back down. Finally, she lets go – her sweet juices spilling onto my tongue. Terrified to miss a single drop, I hold her hips – pressing her tightly against my face as she rides my tongue. Gods, does she taste heavenly.

"Are you ready?" Loki asks you – brushing your soaked cunt with his cock – waiting for you to give him the go-ahead.

"Yes," you breathe out – wanting the god inside you as quickly as possible. You grab onto his upper arms – squeezing as you feel him line himself up to your soaked entrance. You try to move your hips to get him inside you quicker, but he holds your cheek in his hand and smiles down at you.

"Baby," he purrs against your lips. "I don't want to hurt you...let me go slow."

You relent and nod – trusting that he knows what he's doing. He is, after all, over 1,000 years old, and you're pretty confident that he knows himself better than you do. Finally, you begin to feel his cock breach your cunt – just the head is enough to make you moan in pleasure – squeezing his arms as tightly as you can to keep yourself from finishing already. Loki marks your neck and chest – slowly sliding himself into you – his voice dark and husky as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

She's trying to rush me, but the last thing I want to do is hurt her small, mortal body. As much as I want to pound myself into her, I know I can't...not yet, anyway. Her cunt is so tight – I can feel it milking me already, and I've only begun to enter her. I leave more of my marks on her – never wanting her to forget to whom she belongs. The last thing I want to do is finish so quickly, but her tight, little pussy is so desperate to be filled.

"You're taking me so well, baby girl," Loki purrs in your ear – still slowly sliding himself in. You reach down and feel how much further he has to go, and you're surprised when you find out he's only halfway inside you. "Does my cock feel good?" he chuckles – nibbling on your ear as his voice strains – he's clearly trying to control himself.

"Yes," you manage to sigh. "You feel amazing."

Loki chuckles against a fresh mark on your neck. "Your pussy is amazing, baby girl," he whispers. "It's so tight...milking me for all I have. Tell me, my love...do you want me to fuck you?" You feel the rest of his member enter, and his pelvis is pressed against yours. You're pretty certain that you can feeling the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix, but the pleasurable amount of pain you're in gets rid of any worry you may have.

"Please," you breathe out – tilting your head back – gasping when you feel Loki's large hand wrap itself around your neck. He waits for you to react before tightening his grip, and when he sees the smile on your face, he squeeze a tiny bit more – letting you feel a bit lightheaded as he begins to move in and out of your throbbing cunt. The God of Mischief's grunts and moans are the most seductive sounds you've ever heard – only driving you closer to your orgasm. Feeling like you need more of him, you grab his hand that's around your throat – telling him to squeeze just a little more. He obliges, and you gasp – the ability to breathe almost gone as Loki keeps your head titled back and throws your legs over his shoulders as he drives himself in and out – hitting the spot deep within that has you trying to scream out in pleasure.

Gods, she feels amazing. It's easy to see that she hasn't lain with anyone for quite a while...She wants me to fuck her – she has no idea what's she's getting herself into. Tightening my grip on her fragile, little neck works like a dial – the tighter I squeeze, the more pleasure I give her. She loves my cock – the way I dominate her. I love her...and the way she submits to me.

"Come here, baby," Loki says softly – removing his hand from your neck and pulling you into his arms. "Kiss me."

You kiss him – panting into each other's mouths as he starts to drive the two of you closer to the edge. You can feel him speeding up and getting sloppy – as the kiss you're sharing gets even more erotic. At the same time, your fingers tangle in each other's hair, and you begin to feel your walls clenching him as tight as possible. Finally, you feel the rush of your orgasm washing over you and drowning out your senses – the only other thing you can feel is Loki and his hands in your hair, the only sounds in the room are the moans and screams you're giving him – letting him swallow each one of them. Seconds later, you feel his seed emptying into your womb – wishing it would grow a new life, but then remembering that it's physically impossible. You don't care, though, in that moment. Right now, it's you and Loki – the two of you being as connected as possible, and letting yourselves go – trusting the other to take care of your heart, body, and soul.

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Jealous (Loki/Eloise/Reader)

You and Loki pick Eloise up from the hospital, and Loki realizes that he's jealous when a man in the store starts trying to hit on you.

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You'd never slept so good in your life. The bed you shared with Loki the night before ended up being one of the most comfortable ones in existence. However, when Loki's alarm goes off at 6 in the morning, you're pulled from your sleep. Instead of finding it hard to wake up, you're surprised at how easy it is to open your eyes – feeling well-rested, but once you look over to Loki's side of the bed to see if he was awake, you realize something that makes you jump out of bed like a frightened deer.

You and Loki had somehow gotten your limbs tangled in your sleep, and you wake up with your head on his chest – your arm wrapped around his waist and his arm holding you close to him – resting on your shoulder.

"What's wrong?!" Loki instantly wakes from his sleep when you jump out of bed – feeling around for some sort of weapon in case there's an intruder. "Y/N?!"

You stay standing next to your side of the bed – looking at the god, who you can't deny, has the most adorable bedhead. "I'm...sorry," you say quietly – your eyes widening as Loki tries to wake himself up.

"What happened?" Loki asks – his voice filled with tiredness – the gravelly tone of his voice making you lick your bottom lip.

"Nothing," you lie. "Your...alarm just...scared me. That's all." You try to reassure him with a warm smile, but Loki eyes you suspiciously. However, there's something much more important the two of you need to take care of – picking up Eloise from the hospital.

When Loki picks up his baby daughter from the bed that she had slept in the night before, his happiness and grin on his face was something you had never seen before – you didn't think it was possible for a father to be so excited to have his baby in his arms after just one night. Loki and Eloise had spent nights apart before when he works with the Avengers and may have to go on longer missions, but you had always been there – easing his worry and concern about his daughter. This time, however, neither of you was with her, so you both had to trust that the doctors and nurses knew what they were doing. The three of you leave with a different brand of formula to pick up for the baby, and once Loki loads Eloise in the car, the two of you immediately head to Target to pick up the stock of formula. Originally, you were going to stay in the car with Eloise, but Loki insists that you come in with him. He doesn't want Eloise out of his sight or arms for the next week, and you don't want to stay in the car alone. You oblige. Loki carries Eloise, and you walk by his side – entering the automatic doors and the cold air, a nice contrast from the warm weather outside.

You and Loki reach the baby aisle, and he passes Eloise over to you while he grabs as much of the non-allergenic formula as possible. While he's doing that, you can't help but wander off – looking at all the precious baby toys such as teething rings, crinkle toys, light-up activities, and the little piano that sings the ABCs. Loki turns the corner and watches you playfully dance with Eloise in your arms, and he can't fight back the smile on his face when he watches you hold the baby up in the air and blow raspberries on her tummy. Instead of disrupting the moment you and Eloise are sharing, he goes to purchase the formula. Afterward, he conceals the bags and walks back over to you. A young man approaches you from the other end of the aisle, and the smile he flashes at you and Eloise boils Loki's blood.

"What a precious little girl," the man compliments you – pulling your attention from the giggling baby. "How old is she?"

You smile and rearrange Eloise so that she's comfortable in your arms. "Two months," you answer – not thinking anything of it. "She's the best little girl in the world."

"And she's beautiful...just like her mother," the man says with a wink.

Loki comes up from behind and clears his throat to let you know he's there – placing a hand on your shoulder. You turn around and hand Eloise over to her dad, who smiles when he sees the smile on his baby's face. "You should leave," Loki says flatly to the young man. "As in...right now."

"My bad," the man holds his hands up in a sign of peace – slowly backing out of the aisle the way he came in.

You can't help but feel a bit confused at Loki's actions. Was he...jealous? Or did he just not want a creep to look at his daughter?

A few minutes later, you, Loki, and Eloise arrive back at the apartment, and you and the God of Mischief let out a sigh at the feeling of being back. Eloise, who had fallen asleep on the ride home, is placed into her crib by Loki, and you make your way over to the couch – almost falling down on it. Loki smiles at you when he comes over to join you.

"So," you begin quietly. "What was that back at the store?"

Loki furrows his eyebrows. "What was what?"

"You know what I mean," you chuckle. "That guy...why'd you get so..."

"Angry?"

You avert your eyes to your hands in your lap. "Oh," you nod. "I thought...well, never mind."

"I didn't appreciate some creep looking at my daughter the way he was," Loki explains. "Why?"

You scoff to yourself. "It's nothing," you swear, but you know Loki doesn't believe you. "I just...you seemed a bit...I don't know...jealous?"

Loki begins to laugh – his response breaking your heart a bit. "Jealous?" he questions. "Me? Jealous?"

You force yourself to laugh – refusing to let him see how much you had wished he was jealous of the man hitting on you. "You're right," you agree with a chuckle. "You're a god...you shouldn't be jealous over anyone."

Loki stops laughing, and he rests his arm on the back of the couch – unconsciously scratching your right shoulder lightly. His eyes are on you as you try to avoid eye contact, but he finds your nervousness adorable and can't help but chuckle once more.

"What happened this morning?" Loki finally asks – his voice turning deeper and becoming more lust-filled. "Why'd you jump out of bed?"

"It's nothing," you try to get him to believe. "I promise...your alarm -,"

"Don't try to get me to believe that my alarm scared you," Loki interrupts with a smile.

You look to his hand on your shoulder and decide to just tell him. "When I woke up...we were...our bodies were...what I'm trying to say is that when I woke up...we were...cuddling."

Loki laughs and throws his head back before looking into your eyes – sucking in his bottom lip before speaking. "And that's a bad thing?"

"No!" you practically yell at him – wanting to keep this conversation moving in the direction it is. "I just...like I said last night...I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

Loki's left hand comes up and holds your cheek – his thumb softly stroking it as his eyes look back and forth between your eyes and your lips. "Yes," he speaks out softly. "I was a bit jealous."

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Glorious Life Masterlist

Ready or Not

A Name 

Strength

Issues

Spending the Night

Jealous

Pleasure

Three Weeks

An Innocent Life

Moving In

Know You Better

The Chicago Event

One of Each

Shopping

Yours

Abandonment PART 1

Abandonment PART 2

Diapers & Tickles

The God of Mischief

Audrey Rose & Aidan Ryan

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An Innocent Life (Loki/Reader)

You and Loki open up about the unexpected baby - a true miracle due to your past.

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Silence fills the space between you and the God of Mischief. He places the ultrasound photo on the table in between the two of you, and he's staring down at it with his hands folded in front of his mouth. You keep your lips sucked in and your hands flat on the table – trying to imagine yourself invisible. Unexpectedly, Loki reaches out and holds your hand in his – his eyes softly looking at you.

"I'm sorry," you manage to whisper. "I just...I don't know how this happened, Loki. I only came to tell you because I want to offer you an out...I won't be upset if you decide that this is too much too soon – I'll completely understand. I'll be fine on my own, okay? Just...I don't want you to feel trapped with me...or with our child."

Loki looks offended at your words.

"What makes you believe that I would abandon my child?" he asks rhetorically before letting out a scoff and crossing his arms. "It seems to me that you're the one who is likely to bail...you've already abandoned Eloise once – how can I believe you won't do it again...or you won't abandon this one." He points to your stomach as he says the last words – only stopping when he notices the tears in your eyes. Loki closes his eyes and takes a deep breath – reaching out to hold your hands. "I'm sorry," he apologizes. "It's...this is just – not what I was expecting."

"You're telling me," you say with a chuckle – trying to lighten the mood. "I still don't understand how it's possible."

Loki nods his head – trying to come up with some explanation. "When you were told that you were unable to conceive...was it because of a medical issue? Perhaps the doctors were wrong." Knowing that you'd be unable to explain the past to him, you direct Loki to read your memories from two years ago – the event in Chicago. Hesitantly, he does as you ask, and you bite your lip, look down to the table, and shake your head – trying not to openly sob in front of him, but the memory of the past becomes too much, and you cover your mouth while you gasp for breaths – the flashbacks come rapidly and brutally.

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Two Years Ago

"Are you kidding me?!" Garrett, your boyfriend at the time screams – throwing a knife towards you as you try to hide from him. "Who the fuck did you spread your whore legs for?!"

"Stop it!" you scream – your body flooding with adrenaline. "Garrett! I promise it's yours!"

He shakes his head and grabs another knife – coming at you quickly. As you open the front door and try to leave – he pulls you back and holds you against it by your neck. You look into the eyes of a monster – the sadistic smile on his face as the knife begins to puncture your skin – murdering the fetus inside. Instantly, you pass out from the pain, and he drops you to the floor – going more insane and mutilating your womb – throwing the unborn baby down the garbage disposal before placing you out in the Chicago winter – hoping that a car would run you over and his work would be covered up.

The next thing you remember is waking up in the hospital, the doctor coming in, and receiving the worst news of your life.

Obviously, Garrett had murdered the tiny being that had been growing inside your womb, but he also completely mutilated your uterus – forcing the surgeons to remove it – taking away any chance of you conceiving ever again.

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You get your breathing under control, and Loki is looking at you with tear-stained cheeks and tears in his eyes.

"I'm so...," Loki begins to say – stopping when he realizes that an apology will do no good. "Come here," he says – walking you over to the sofa to sit together.

You follow the god – trusting that he won't react the same way your ex-boyfriend did when you told him you were carrying his child. "I would never treat someone I love in such a monstrous way."

Your eyes look at him – wondering if he heard the words that came out of his mouth. "You...wait – what'd you just say?" you ask breathlessly.

Loki gives you a warm smile – softly places a strand of hair behind your ear – holding your cheek and stroking it lovingly with his thumb.

"I said...I love you," he repeats – flashing you a nervous smile that sends butterflies to your stomach.

You mirror his hold and stroke the side of his face. "And I love you," you whisper with your eyes closed – holding your forehead against his. Suddenly, Loki's lips devour yours – a kiss growing as passionate as it can be. The god's hand makes its way to your womb – something that shouldn't be there, but it is – growing a new, innocent life that you and the God of Mischief unknowingly made yet already love unconditionally.

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Know You Better

Summary: Loki wants to get to know everything about you - good and bad.

Character(s): Loki, Eloise, Reader

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Loki searches for apartments while you and Eloise sleep soundly – lounging on his sofa with his legs stretched out and feet on the coffee table as his laptop sits in his lap. He has a notebook beside him to write down the addresses of the apartment buildings that appeal to him.

A few hours after lying down, you find your eyes opening – a smile on your face when you remember you're in Loki's bed – his child growing inside you. It isn't a dream that your having – this is real life. You reach down to touch your lower stomach – feeling the slight baby bump that's begun to show itself – smiling at the tight feeling.

Once you manage to convince yourself to get out of the bed, you quietly open the door and walk out into the living room, where Loki is focused on his laptop. The God of Mischief doesn't see you approaching until you grab the computer and set it on the coffee table. You straddle his lap and capture his lips as his arms wrap around your waist.

"Hello," Loki smiles. "How'd you sleep?"

"Amazingly," you whisper – still trying to wake up completely. "Let me see your hand."

You grab the god's hand and guide it to where you had felt the small bump and the tight area. Once he feels it, his eyes light up, and the happiness on his face is the most you've ever seen.

"Is that?" he asks with a surprised gasp. "That's..."

"Our baby," you confirm – planting a kiss on his forehead while his other hand joins the one feeling the little area.

"This is...amazing," he grins – finding it difficult to move his hands from your womb. "I hate that I missed watching Eloise grow."

You grab his chin and look into his eyes. "You're the most fantastic father to her, and I know you will be to this one. Honestly, there's no one I'd rather do this with, but I just can't wrap my head around why this was even possible."

Loki purses his lips and shrugs. "I don't care how it's possible," he says. "The only thing I care about is Eloise, you, and our littlest one."

The two of you manage to have a passionate make-out session – holding either side of his face while his hand holds the back of your head – kissing each other as deep as possible – exploring each other's mouths. However, when Eloise begins to stir, you get up from his lap and go to pick up the little girl from her crib.

"Hi there," you coo at the three-month-old girl while you pick her up and place her on the changing table. "Someone's smelly," you joke with her. Loki watches on from the living room – smiling at how much you love and care for his daughter – his heart racing at the sound of both of you laughing while you clean the baby up. "There we go," you announce. Eloise has a fresh diaper on and a new onesie with little bunnies as the feet. You excitedly carry her into the living room, and Loki gets up to get her a bottle – knowing that she's always hungry upon waking up. The little girl begins to rub her face on your shoulder – her tears starting as Loki tries to hurry and make the bottle. You pull Eloise back and hold her up so she's standing on your thighs – chewing on her small hand to control her crying. "Daddy's getting it, sweetheart," you try to comfort her. Seconds later, the microwave goes off, and you look to Eloise with a shocked face. "Look, Ellie!" you exclaim – causing the infant to turn and look for her dad.

"One full bottle, not too cold, not too warm, for one Eloise Annette," Loki says playfully as you hand over the baby to let him feed her.

Eloise immediately stops crying, and she greedily drinks the formula. You watch on in amazement – wishing you were able to breastfeed her, but when you remember that there's a little one growing within, your hand unconsciously goes to feel your baby bump, and you smile at the thought of being able to bond with your baby in such a way.

"So," Loki says – interrupting your thoughts. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

You cock your head and begin to stroke his cheek. "Talk about what?"

Loki gives you a sad smile. "What I saw," he says softly. "The...Chicago event."

"I don't know," you answer quickly and quietly. Upon hearing the words, your anxiety begins to race, breathing becomes hard, and your hands become sweaty. "Why do you wanna know about it?"

"I don't ever want those I love to be haunted by anything," he responds – looking back down to the feeding baby. "I know what it's like to carry a world's amount of weight on your shoulders." Loki extends his left hand, and he holds yours on the sofa in the space in between you. "And maybe...I want to...get to know you better. I wanna know everything there is to know."

You nod your head – your anxiety beginning to subside upon his gentle words and touch. "Okay," you finally agree. "Where do you want me to start?"