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Anagapesis Chapter 13

Anagapesis - Chapter 13 - OlympianWine - Marvel Cinematic Universe [Archive of Our Own]

[stanknotstark]

The first time Loki does it is after 3 months of being teammates. Loki pulls you aside and his eyebrows are knitted.

“Have you taken your medicine today? Did you drink enough water to counter balance the dehydration it causes?”

Ok first of all how did Loki know your meds cause dehydration, even you didn’t know that. Second, did he see you as a baby that couldn’t handle itself, what the fuck. You’re about to tell the God off for being so inconsiderate when you truly see the look on his face. It’s full of genuine concern but otherwise there isn’t a sneer or contempt, just worry and inquisitiveness. 

“Yes, I took my morning pills and I’ll get a bottle of water soon.” You smoothly say to placate the God. He nods and the frown of concern drops to a neutral look. 

“How did you know I take meds by the way?” You ask.

“Stark told me that you take anti depressants daily, what could happen if you missed them.” Loki says flippantly. 

You hum thoughtfully but leave that conversation in the dust. 

The next time Loki asks you it’s in the heat of battle. You’re both fighting off some new bots that Dr. Doom had managed to build. The amount of bots surrounding the area makes you wonder how much free time the man has or if the bots are made in a factory setting, either way both are concerning. 

You had been feeling a little off all day and there was something on the edge of you mind that you knew you had forgot but you couldn’t for the life of you figure out what it was you had forgotten. Feeling off you had made a few remarks depreciating your body and even some vague remarks to the robots about ending your life. You hadn’t noticed Loki’s concerned looks but you had heard Stark’s concern when he asked if the both of you were ok. He was clearly asking about you but included Loki so he wouldn’t single you out. Loki answered positive then when you had taken out the robots in your section pulled you into an alcove and asked, “Did you take your pills today?” 

Bingo! You had forgotten to take your medicine! 

Groaning and face palming you told Loki, “No, I completely forgot, that’s why I feel so weird today.”

Loki hummed then his hands worked his magic and he had two familiar pills in his hand which he offered to you. You looked at him suspiciously but thanked him and took the pills. 

Later on when you were working your way through more robots you grunted from impact of your fist into the robot then asked Loki, “You just carry everybody’s medications on you or something?”

“No.”

“Hmm.” 

Months later you find yourself in a precarious situation. You’re an Avenger so it comes with the title and all but you were kidnapped. Some group that went by The Ten Rings, someone which Tony had dealt with in the past if you remembered his reports correctly. 

You were strong you could handle torture, Shield had prepared you for it, intensively. What thy couldn’t prepare you for was the deep depression that would hit you when you hadn’t taken your pills in a week. 

You’re on day 7 of not having your pills and while you try to stay optimistic you can’t help the small voice in the back of your head telling you the Avengers weren’t going to come for you, that you were alone, that no one liked you enough to save you. You would simply shake your head and think of all your fond memories of the Avengers, of a newfound family that was yours. 

Depression isn’t a reasonable argument though. Trying to argue with clinical depression is like arguing with a brick wall. So your thoughts became dark. The Ten Rings set you up in a room, you alone in a chair, crying, and a video camera in front of you. Most likely the Avengers were going to see this but your hope was dwindling too fast. 

“Please let me die, let me rest, they don’t care, they’re not going to come for me, so just kill me already!” You started softly pleading then it turned to a sobbing yell. Struggling against your bonds but giving up too fast. 

“I can’t-I can’t do this anymore, kill me, please.” You breathed out, closing your eyes tight and letting yourself fall forwards as much as your bonds let you. 

The Ten Rings stopped the recording and took you back to your room where you cried intermittently. You weren’t sure if it was hours or days that passed considering they had left you in a dark room but there was an unmistaken rumble from the ground. Then the walls started shaking and you could hear yelling outside your room. 

“Where is she?” A fevered voiced yelled above everyone screaming. It was only a few minutes longer then the door to your room opened and you squinted at the figure blocking some of the light through the doorway. The figure quickly made their way to you and kneeled next to you, their hand cupping your jaw and bringing your eyes to their green ones. 

You let a sob tear out of you and laid your head on his shoulder as he cut your restraints, your hands automatically curling around him as he picked you up and carried you away. 

Once you were back in the tower, showered, and laying in bed, Loki came and sat at the edge of the bed with a glass of water. Handing you two of your pills and the glass of water, he watched you take your medicine and smiled softly when you nodded to him in thanks, handing him back the water. 

Closing your eyes you sighed and fought the lump in your throat to say, “I didn’t know if-” 

“We never stopped looking for you, the minute we knew you were gone we were all on a hunt.” 

You swallowed and looked up at Loki.

“Did you see...”

“Yes.”

You flinched but Loki laid a comforting hand on your head then began stroking his thumb over your temple. 

“You couldn’t help the thoughts, you had been without your medicine for a week, don’t feel guilty for something you can’t control.” Loki said, his eyes looking over you as if checking to make sure you really were ok. When they came to rest on your eyes you gave a small smile.

“Thanks.” You said with a big yawn.

“Sleep, I’ll come check on you in a few hours.” 

You tried to reply with at least an ‘ok’ but you felt yourself pulled into sleep before you could say anything else. 

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@imagine-loki i forgot to tag you so sorry! Im not sure if this was your imagine or a submitted one but I really liked the idea of it and since im trying to figure out loki I wrote something 😋

[mooncat163]

Things That I Love..Epilogue

Part 1 Here

Several days after Loki had returned home from the mission during which Tony had antagonized him, you decided that it was time to confront him. You’d wanted to be mentally prepared so that you could make your point, but you also wanted to have the perfect opportunity.

The time came when everyone was in the training room. You were in the boxing ring with Happy Hogan, sparring in mixed martial arts. You’d trained for fighting, but an injury had prevented you from pursuing that professionally. It didn’t, however, keep you from training.

So, when Tony walked by the ring, he was startled when a pair of gloves, chest protector and headgear landed in front of him.

“Tony Stark, step into the church.”

He looked up to find you holding the ropes open for him, a set look on your face. The others had stopped what they were doing, and glanced around.

“She’s all yours, boss.” Happy raised his hands.

Tony put the equipment on, then climbed into the ring with you. He backed into a corner when you tossed your protective gear aside, except your gloves. You then started bouncing on your toes, to keep your muscles loose, while waiting for him to leave the corner.

I’m in trouble, yep, he thought.

When he did advance, a kick landed on his chest, and he staggered back until falling to the mat. You’d been careful not to hit the arc reactor but he still felt the impact. He slowly pulled himself up by the ropes and looked over at you.

“I’m not sure what I’ve done, but I’m sorry.”

You sent him to the mat again with a punch and leg sweep, and backed off to wait. He got up a little slower this time. You knew that it was unlikely that he’d try to hit you, but if he could get past your defenses, he was welcome to try.

“See, that’s the thing. The lesson isn’t there if you don’t know what you’re apologizing for,” you told him. “Or who you’re apologizing to.”

Tony’s brow furrowed for a moment, long enough for you to send him to the mat yet again. He glanced at the others, and his eyes met Loki’s briefly. It then dawned on him what you were upset about, and also realized that if he did hit you, he’d have to deal with Loki and possibly Thor. Maybe even the others.

“Okay, I get it, I get it,” he put his hands up. “I may have said things to Loki that weren’t very kind.”

Another sweep of his knee put him down again. He debated staying down, but got up once again. Tony saw stars when you clocked him upside the head, and started to back away as you practically stalked him around the ring.

“And?”

He blocked a couple more punches before catching your hands to keep you from flailing at him again. He tried to soothe you since angry tears had started flowing down your cheeks.

“I, uh, we will start treating him better.”

You swept his knee one more time, and he was prudent enough to roll under the bottom rope to save his hide. He knew from experience that angry tears were the worst enemy, and he didn’t want Loki to join the melee now that you were crying.

“He’s making a genuine effort to...help protect us all, yet no one will acknowledge that!”

“You’re right, you’re right.”

“Dear heart, I think he got the message,” Loki murmured as he slipped his arms around you from behind and held onto you. You hadn’t even noticed when he entered the ring to stop you from pounding Tony into a pulp.

You took a deep breath while you glanced over the others, meeting their eyes for a moment to press your point. Thor nodded slightly when you looked at him, and he had a slight smile for you. Loki then turned you to face him so that he could remove your gloves and check for any injuries.

“Now, go get dressed,” he told you softly. “I’m taking you out to dinner.”

“What?” You asked, a little confused now that your adrenaline rush was abating.

“I told you that I’d pay to see this,” he said. “Well, Stark is actually paying, since I’ll be using his money.”

You couldn’t help but laugh before you leaned into his chest and slid your arms around his waist. He hugged you close, and rocked you gently while thinking about how much he loved you. There were very few people who would stand up for him, and he felt blessed to have you at his side.

“I love you, my prince,” you told him, while tightening your arms.

“I love you, too, my fierce little Valkyrie.”

[campterodactyl]

Imagine : If Loki found the Mask of Loki, and put it on ?!! 

Images used for the shitty photoshop montage below the cut

[dentelle-grise]

No Names (Loki x Reader)

Loki x Reader  NSFW

Summary: Many years ago Loki broke up with you (just as things were getting interesting) and never told you why. Now you live in another realm, far from Asgard. One night, Loki appears there. (5K)

at AO3

No Names

“No names.”

  The stranger pauses a second, then his smile widens, like the two of you just shared some private joke. And so you know you he’s fine with that, more than fine.

You weren’t trying to add mystique, though he’s welcome to think that. No, the fact is you’d all but named him in your head already, in barely moments after seeing his face. in the time it took him to emerge from the colourful dusk of the fairground and approach you, you’d named him from a memory. 

Now, if you knew he had some dull Midgardian name, it would shatter the illusion. Like this, for one night only, he can be Loki. Your Loki.

Yes, it’s better all round with no names.

“Except ones we make up.” He says cheekily. “I can already think if quite a few…” his voice trails off and deepens and he’s looking at your lips. And your eyes fall to the contour of his throat, where that honeyed sound had just come from.

That voice… it could almost be…

He’s got you wanting him to say more,  but you can't think of anything to ask that wouldn’t ruin the illusion.

He reaches towards you, but doesn't touch, and, understanding him, you do the same until you are. You slip from your stool and he catches you and leads you by the arm. It’s so easy to fall in step. He keeps snatching furtive little glances at you as though shy and fascinated, while everything else about him shrieks of confidence and experience. The contrast puts you on edge in the most delightful way.

The county fair is a moment out of time. In small towns such as this one, apart from nights like tonight, it’s always the same old faces. That’s why you don’t stay in any one place too long.  You move on before you yourself become an old face. For that’s the problem, your face doesn’t get old, at least not as fast as the ones of the Midgardians around you. And that would be suspicious.

You’re supposed to be a sleeping agent, watching and listening to this world. In its way, your job is guarding a tiny part of the nine realms. You are the eyes and ears of Odin, for even the gatekeeper cannot look everywhere at once. An important mission for a skilled agent they said, a vital link in the network they said, a key role for Asgard’s intelligence they said…

You’d wanted out and that’s what you got.

Now you know it for what it is. Here, with a thousand miles of rice and cotton fields until the sea, you are truly far from anything that could remind you of home. 

Until tonight.

And tonight can be a moment out of time.

                      You’d spotted him in the arcade earlier as he leaned over a pinball machine, focused on his goal with frantic, but somehow measured movements, so absorbed that you could observe, unnoticed, his denim clad ass and long legs as you passed by. He wore a cap jammed down on his head so that his hair, black and fetchingly long, stuck out from under it, and got tossed about as he played.

It was only later that you saw his face.

You recognised his silhouette as he approached the bar, alone, far from inconspicuous with his height, but not troubling anyone, not making a move. No, more like he was waiting for one. Then a rosy bulb hanging near the cotton candy stand lit up his face. There was no time to hide your own, nor your shock, before he’d turned his head and caught sight of you.

It was Loki!

But …No! it couldn’t be. Not here in the middle of a fairground on Midgard. There was no flash of recognition on his part, only one of appreciation, while you could do nothing but stare and try to hold back your rush of panic and euphoria.

You told yourself it was just a trick of the light, told yourself that if Loki really came to Earth he’d swap his skin before emerging in such a place. He’d have found the perfect disguise. The stranger wasn’t him, couldn’t be. For Loki to come to Midgard undisguised would be madness. But your heart still pounded and couldn’t seem to take your eyes off him. The stranger clearly took this as an invitation and smiled at you, changing his course to join you at the bar, like one who’s found what he was searching for without first knowing what he sought. He must have thought you were giving him the come on.   Perhaps you had been.

So, looking every inch the someone you came here to forget, he bought you a drink while you tried to casually ask how he came to be passing though these parts. He replied blandly that that he liked to travel and meet people, but when he met your eyes fully, he left you with no ambiguity about what he meant by ‘meeting people’. And all the while from behind you came the cries of excitement of people on the rides, enjoying themselves and leaving the two of you in your own bubble.

Your memories of Loki of Asgard had faded into a painlessness with the years, what’d it been?, a century at least, but they hadn’t lost their potency, just slipped underground.

That time in Loki’s chambers so many years ago when Loki kissed you, he started so bold but then pulled away shocked and flustered like it was you who had taken a liberty. You enticed him to resume and didn’t let him pull away a second time, not even to get his tunic off. As you tried to touch him through it, to thumb his collarbones, his sides, then his nipples, he genuinely seemed to relax and accept you. But then Thor barged in on you, clueless he was barging in on anything, and Loki was off the bed and over to the other side of the room in a flash.  He stood looking casually out the window, aiming for unruffled .  You watched him, knowingly, as tried to get his breathing under control and the blush on his neck subsided.

Then he’d gone and let Thor drag him off on some ridiculous pretext like sparing, which normally wasn’t Loki’s thing at all.

The heavy heat of the day has subsided and it’s comfortable to walk close, sensing where you touch, accidentally and then purposefully, as you leave the fairground behind you and come back toward the town. You don’t take him home, but let him lead you to his hotel. It’s the best in town.

Given his attire, that’s a surprise. You would have expected a motel perhaps, or even that he take you to some secluded spot in his truck.  But not this, this is classy.  There is something about him, you see now, something besides his resemblance to Loki. He looks like a local, even moves like one, but he’s clearly not spent a day in his life under the delta sun. His skin is the palest white and almost glows in the growing night. 

You say little, admittedly because you have your own fantasy playing to this, but he doesn’t say much either, except with his eyes and an occasional smirk. In his room you notice a suit-carrier hanging up and a laptop on the coffee table.  Different again from what you expected.

“Where…”.  It slips out but you stop before you can help it, but you hold back the “do you come from?” that you want to say. It’s already a step too far. But before you can backtrack he answers.

“Outer space.” and he waves his hand from his chest to the sky outside the French windows.  Such a ridiculous a way of avoiding the question and your embarrassment that you both laugh. He could be anyone and that suits you perfectly.

From outside, the pool lights catch his face so he’s outlined in blue. You dim the lighting inside and this might as well not even be Earth, were it not for the cicadas.

Yes, you suppose you are using him. There’s no guilt though.  Playing out an old fantasy with this stranger as the star, just because he could so easily be someone else. But you’ll make it worth his while.

For a moment you look out at the pool and garden. There’s no one. The water shimmers its unearthly blue and the sprinklers have started for the night to keep the garden lush by day. An oasis.  

There’s an unmistakable sound of a zipper from behind you and when you turn, your host is already virtually naked.  You’re a little put out as you would have liked to help him undress. You admire him, though he’s little but a shadowy blue outline. Before you can turn the lights up again to get a better look, he makes for the bathroom, only turning at the last minute to beckon before he lets the door close fall closed between you.

You haven’t so much as kissed and he wants you to shower together, not shy this boy!

He’s already under the spray when you enter. The shower - elegantly tiled in black and gold, with jets in all directions - seems to occupy half the room. Behind the glass, he moves and you watch his pale shape against the dark wall. He lets the water run down his body and when he turns his back, you see his hair slicked straight, bottomlessly black. It almost reaches his waist as he flexes himself, sliding his hands down his body.

He knows he’s beautiful and wants to show you.

Not once did you ever see the real Loki unclothed in all the time you were together, though the idea gave your imagination a great deal of exercise. But this, this is something else. The steam surrounds you as you step in with him and water falls in your eyes. His hands find you and, rather than draw you close, they explore you. He takes some soap and starts to lather you until your slippery beneath his touch and surrounded in the scent of monoi. You don’t need to look. You can feel how aroused he is each time he brushes idly against you, never trying for more. He’s hanging back, teasing you. But your moves become gradually less inhibited, your own touches more lingering on his warm wet skin. You don’t hurry him, you know where this is going.

The cool of the air hits you as you emerge into the bedroom; him leading you by the hand and leading you on with that smile. So much like that other smile that once seemed to promise everything, but in the end held nothing but secrets that were not for you to know.

Then Mr No Name, pale, lithe, with his lust darkened eyes and unashamed intent, lays himself out on the bed for you.  

You crawl your way up him and when finally you kiss it’s like coming home. You don’t need to close your eyes and image, you have only to look and keep on looking.

This is going to set you back years.

Only once you’re both breathless do you break off. He nudges you onto your stomach and runs his hands down your back.

“Now let me see.” he’s poking around in a little bag just out of your field of vision.

You smell it before it touches you, another perfumed concoction.

“You like that?”

You hum a yes.  It’s thick, scented and deliciously cool and he’s touching you everywhere with it, hands slick and fast. You rub yourself up into him, experimentally, and his breathing changes, a warm purr comes from his throat, just inches from your face. You turn your head to kiss there, coaxing the sound, pushing yourself against him once more, harder. He shudders. You’re going to forget yourself, forget him, or rather who he isn’t.

That time in the library… Loki, resplendent in the sunlight falling through a window, draped over a choir and smirking at you over the pages of a dusty tome. You taking the book from his hands, running your fingers over his own as you did it and him letting you, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. Him darting his tongue out an instant to wet his lips. Then, book forgotten, kissing you so willingly…

You made out for what seemed like hours that day, almost to the point of indecency, which was narrowly avoided only because, disheveled and panting, you finally remembered where you were.

No one expected the princes to be virgins, you certainly didn’t think that Loki was. He had that suaveness, that assurance which spoke of past conquests. But you just couldn’t get past it. Was it all a front? Did he actually not like sex? You could respect that if it were the case, but you couldn’t believe it, not with his behaviour, his reactions to your kisses, his own ardour and his salacious come hither glances…all of which led absolutely nowhere.

You coax the stranger up to the headboard where you sit astride him, smooth back his damp hair and take his cock firmly in one hand as you kiss him, aiming to gauge how you’re doing from how he responds with his mouth.

You’ve barely begun but he’s so quickly affected he can hardly kiss back. He opens his mouth in a cry and you lean in to swallow it, pushing closer with your mouth, then with the rest of your body. He curses and slams his forehead into your shoulder. He’s oh so sensitive to even the the tiniest touch. And the more you see it, the more you think it's catching.

You’ve imagined Loki in many ways but never like this.  In the depths of your fantasies Loki would bind you with magic. It was always he the more demanding one and you the plaything. This is something else entirely. This man does nothing but give himself up to you. The surprise is a whiplash to your libido.

That very last time in the gardens with Loki you were sure, finally, that he was yours that it was going to happen between you. You had been exchanging heated glances all evening, so when he left the banqueting hall, you followed him outside.

You searched for ages, half afraid he would ambush you and wrestle you to the ground, half hoping he would. You crept quietly down the trellised alleys and under the arches heavy with roses. And that’s how you surprised him.

He welcomed you to him and you kissed passionately, now would come the resolution you were sure. The prize. It was just the two of you and most of the night still lay ahead. You took him to the most secluded part of the arboretum, where the trees had left a soft bed of fir fronds, then went deep among the trees where the final light of the day filtered softly.  There you picked up when you had left off, sitting on a low branch with just enough give to amplify your movements. You knew your intentions were clear and that in here you were quite safe from prying eyes.

But once again, right at the brink, he pulled away and not in a playful manner, but like one who runs from something he fears. It was too dark to see his face or try to understand, though. What made him do that? You never knew. But that night, with all its possibilities that never were very to be, haunted you for a very long time. Asgard had so many secret love-tainted places - the library, the palace, and now the garden.

Shortly after that, Loki broke it off with you, never saying why, however much you begged him.

The man on the bed lets you lead. You caress him with the tip of your tongue and his eyes fly open, full of pleading. How easy it is to uncover the creature he is underneath. Fascinated, you persist with your licking and bathe in his responses. Who would have guessed that once he was unwrapped, this is what you would find.

You give him an experimental nip just under the ribs and he shivers and rumples his brow. So you kiss him gently there instead and he makes a strained whimper and frowns harder.

Is it you or his own want that troubles him so?

“You like that!?” you ask. It’s perhaps a stupid question, but you want to be sure because his reaction verges on one of pain. He gives a quiet ‘yeah’ and when you put your hand to his hardness again, he lies back fully on the bed, stares at you with profound relief and nods. This is what he wants,  and though he makes anguished noises as you stroke him, he does nothing to stop you. So, you ask no more, you move your hand, upping the pressure a fraction, setting a steady pace as he flexes and sighs, then strains and moans, gradually getting louder. You only let up when you hear a sob.

Only one bent on causing pain would continue, given his distraught expression so you halt.

“Go on” he urges.

The look of him is captivating. You only have to see his face, with his eyes, wet and dark and fixed on yours, that he’s taking you with him. His desire pulses under your hands while yours thrums in your ears and heat runs all over you.  He seems so desperate in this state. You want to look after him, but to make it good for him you understand you have to make this worse.

You want to ask all about it, how it works for him, what this does to him, but you know that you can’t, not now. All you know is that you’re giving him extreme, exquisite pleasure. It’s a shock that you can do this. You’re amazed at yourself and at him. Gone is the lightness of flirtation. Blown away too is the distraction of memory. This is something new.

He raises a shaky hand and starts exploring you. You let up on him a minute and let him tease you, going with it, following the feeling as he calms and gets a little control once more. He runs his fingers over you, inside and out, then shifts and you guess he’s slipped on a condom. Time for serious business.  He pulls you down on him until he’s almost inside, your eyes meet and time freezes.

“Yes?”

You nod and push down a fraction, tendrils of heat running up through you as you ease onto him. He feels huge, far larger than in your hand. Then al at once he’s looking at you confused, lost for a moment with the sensation, so you press your advantage and watch his composure disintegrate as you sink down. It pushes the breath out of you. He’s so hard, so thoroughly aroused. You feel sweat break out on your face and your legs shaking. If you feel a little pain, it's nothing to his expression. He’s totally distraught, tears running down the sides of his face and into the sheets, his breath heavy.

However slowly you go, it’s as though he’s on a knife edge, desperate, you run your hand slowly up his chest to calm him but he’s so wound up it just excites him further.

“Am I hurting you?” you ask. That should be his line.

He utters single words, when he can get them out.

“More…….Please.” 

You gorge yourself on his attention and encouragement, losing yourself in the heat of your union, the burning friction  and the growing storm within you. He fills you, completes you and you take and take, moving yourself on him at just the right speed and angle to get the best stimulation, drinking in his sounds that only echo your own.  He is everything and more. Orgasm hits you like a wall, stunning you for a second and leaving you sagged over him, dizzily burning in every inch of your skin while waves of warmth crash over you.

For a long while you don’t have the breath to make words or the sense to think of any.

Finally you focus.

“That was incredible.”

He doesn’t respond, his eyes are closed and he’s breathing shallowly.  Did you go too far?

“Hey.”

His breath hitches. You forgot yourself. Midgardian bodies weren’t made for this treatment and you’ve been far too demanding.

“Are you alright, love?”

The euphoria is fading and fingers of guilt start to claw at you. Did you hurt him? You wonder if, carried away with he fantasy, you’d gone too strong with him.

You move off of him and pull off the condom, but he grabs out and holds you by the wrist and guides you back. So you take him, still rapturously hard, in both hands.

“Can I do this?” you ask.  “Can I help you finish?”

His eyelids flutter and he strains up into your grasp like he was starved, arching his back and biting his lip before throwing himself back on the sheets with a cry. There was nothing wrong, it’s all just part of how he is. You’re relieved and fascinated.

You move you hand gently on his shaft and he lets out another appreciative cry. He’s a sight to see, and it’s all your work. He opens his eyes a fraction. So beautiful.

Never have you seen a man come apart like this for you.  It’s beyond carnal - it’s almost worship.  Although there’s no cruelty in the way you push him relentlessly toward his release, it forces tears from him as though it were a source of pain. From the way he looks at you so earnestly through it all you feel like you’ve won a prize, that he would show you, a total stranger, all this.  He sure has a lot of stamina for a Midgardian.

“Okay?”

He doesn’t answer, just gasps, and then you feel him coming then and there, catching you by surprise. He strains and stretches with it, and it just goes on and on, so you work him through it, pushing his hips down and speeding up with the other hand.

He’s saying something finally but it’s incoherent, words you’ve never heard. But it’s all about want and that you understand.

Until there’s only one word.  A sound repeated that you don’t understand to start with, until though the haze you recognise it.

Your own name!

The shock is so absolute you don’t know what to do.

His eyes have slid closed again but he’s mouthing your name like a mantra. It doesn’t belong here. How could he know?

Only one way your dazed mind tells you. You feel stricken but keep going, automatically.

He’s so wracked with pleasure he doesn’t pay attention to you. He’s too far inside himself now, it’s like he doesn’t notice anything, not even what he’s saying.

Finally he calms, but he’s still incommunicado and shows no signs of coming to himself. Well then…

Loki.

Shakily, you get up. Despite the shock, all your mind keeps telling you is how beautiful he is, lying there naked and spent in this foreign place.

You slip out to the bathroom,  still warm and steamy, and return with warm damp towels. You clean the both of you, methodically, trying to steer your whirling thoughts. You don’t trust yourself to say anything. It doesn’t seem like he’d hear you anyway. His chest rises and falls but he doesn’t react to your touch.

Did he even realise what he said?

You’re mad, overjoyed, frightened of what this could mean…but him, he’s perfect. Too perfect to break the spell.

Now you know, you see him again for the first time.  Not looking for similarities as at the start of the night, but for differences. How has he changed in a hundred years? How hasn’t he?

You say his name in your mind and move in close, matching his shape in the bed.  You long for him to wrap an arm around you and draw you closer, but he’s already asleep.

You hadn’t planned to stay, but here you are. It’s warm here, but not too much, the sun has yet to reach the windows nor start to beat too strongly.  There’s a smell of pancakes and coffee, this is a real hotel after all, and there’s the sleeping form beside you, tucked around you, and all those unanswered questions.

You had imagined you would slip away in the morning – leave the stranger sleeping and go on your way – but now that’s out of the question. And in any case, it’s way too comfortable here.

Loki is sleeping deeply, and your bodies fit together perfectly without hampering each other. The real Loki. You won’t wake him, this moment is all too fleeting and precious – this light, this natural bodily warmth before the heat of the day. 

But your mind wakes gradually and with it the questions. Did he think you were a stranger too? Or did he come looking for you? Did he know who you are all along or was it just a slip of tongue?  If it was, it was a telling one, but will he even remember what he said? Can you hope to hold onto him now? And would you want to now you’ve lived so long like this, an outpost your entire world? The questions come clamouring but you valiantly bar them from your haven, breathe him in deeply and snuggle closer.

Then he rolls sleepily over and hugs you to him saying your name again and the questions flee, banished by his realness.

Softly almost flirtatiously as the light grows you risk you venture out on the ice.

“You knew where to find me?”

His eyes, half closed, reflecting on a spot on the ceiling, fly open.

“No.” He counters, but offers no more explanation. You always thought you could detect his lies.  Before.

You wait, examining him in the cool dawn light. He’s gotten older without ageing a day. You believe him.  Does that make you a fool?

“No.” He repeats looking neither ruffled nor too sure. “But… I nearly asked Heimdall where you’d gone.”

And it just hangs there. So he did regret letting you down, but not enough to turn it around.

He doesn’t say any more. But swallows. Pride? Here he is bared to you, you couldn’t be more intimate.  Yet he can’t share this, can’t spill.

“I couldn’t let you see that. I needed time.” Perhaps that’s what you needed as much as he. To grow up?  To become more patient. “But it didn’t go away.” “When it’s with a stranger there’s no shame.” he says  “But they give you sympathy when it's not what you need. I would always go hunting for someone, only to fall apart. Each time. I suppose it’s the way I am. I hate it.” He sees your incomprehension. “Well I don’t hate that…”

Of course he didn’t hate it.  It was the weakness he hated, the loss of control, the reaction of others. But just thinking of it both stirs you and makes you feel guilty all at once. You’d loved it, all of it. He’d loved it too and but hated himself for it. That last bit wasn’t right. But you could work on that.

“It’s fucking beautiful.” you say.

He looks uneasy, his eyes flicking away from you.

“It’s like I got to see something no one else does. Once I’d got over being afraid I’d hurt you, it’s like I saw a secret.” you say and feel yourself blushing.

“I didn’t want you to see.” However touched you were by it, he was embarrassed by his weakness. “But, I was always half looking for you. People who looked like you.  In quiet places, in the four corners of the realms.”

You get a brief vision of him bedding your lookalikes throughout the universe, and you know it’s egotistical. It’s mind boggling to think of Loki as promiscuous.

“And now?”

It’s a ridiculous idea, given the years passed, that you could just pick up where you left off.

You want to, but how much is nostalgia?  Of the stolen kisses in the maze in Frigga’s garden Of chasing through the castle? Of always longing, anticipating the moments you lived last night? What is Asgard now?

“Come home.” he says.

It’s crazy and perfect and perhaps disaster-bound, but so what. It won’t be boring.  You’ve both suffered enough trying to deny it.

You laugh and give your answer in the way you hug him and then you push your nose though his hair and whisper his name to him, like a secret.

THE END

[meganlpie]

Fic Recs (April 23rd)

Here’s you next fic recs, lovelies! It’s a long one!!! 

“An Owed Debt” written by @iwillbeinmynest. Steve brings May, the granddaughter of one of the Howling Commandos to Bucky’s place so the former assassin can keep an eye on her. (Avengers. The link it to Lady Kate’s Masterlist where you can find links to all 16 parts of An Owed Debt)

“Saerwyn and the 13 Dwarves” written by @princess-of-erebor1992. Saerwyn is the rightful ruler of her realm. However, her sister takes over and locks Saerwyn in a tower. The young ruler escapes and runs into a company of dwarves (Tolkien, AU)

“Not Your Moneypenny” written by @dilly-o-billy. Merlin’s secretary isn’t at all impressed by Eggsy’s flirting. What happens when she has to join him and Roxy on a mission? (Kingsman)

“Mr. Laufeyson’s Ward” 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 submitted to @imagine-loki. Victoria’s parents are killed in an accident and her new guardian, Mr. Laufeyson, is less than hospitable. (Avengers AU)

“Start” written by @justcallmecinammon. The reader is attacked by Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle. Draco comes to the rescue. (HP, angsty fluff)

“Convinced” written by @theinsandoutsofcastiel. Sam and Dean truly believe the reader is in love with one of them. They didn’t realize the reader was already with someone else. (SPN, humor)

“Chick Flick” written by @besslincoln-bruh. After Mick tells the reader about his childhood, they spend the say trying to cheer him up. (SPN, ALL THE FLUFF)

“Can’t Fight the Feeling” written by @kittenwritesstuff. Lucifer Morningstar meets a relative of Chloe. Too bad Chloe’s already warned her relative about him. (FOX’s Lucifer, angsty fluff)

“Comrades” written by @cataract-chalcedony. Harry needs help from the one woman he’d hoped to avoid calling. (Kingsman, angsty fluff)

“First Words” written by @skymoonandstardust. Bruce was confused about the words printed on his skin, until he finally meets his soulmate. (Avengers Soulmate AU, fluff)

“Best Teacher in the World” written by @effie-w. The reader goes to pick up her friend’s son from his kindergarten class where she meets the very handsome teacher. (SPN AU, fluff)

“Blanket Fort” written by @crimindsaspe. The reader makes a fort with her boyfriend Aaron’s son, leading to a PJ party. (Criminal Minds, fluff)

“Khal Drogo” written by @letsasoiaftogether. The reader, new to town, stops at a gas station where they meet the leader of the local motorcycle club, the Dothraki. (GoT, Modern AU.)

“Secrets” written by @readerxcharacter. The reader, Ciel’s cousin, is hopelessly in love…with Sebastian. (Black Butler, angsty fluff)

“Translations” written by @fandoms-writings. The reader is a slave and translator for Khal Drogo. He’s very protective of her. (GoT, angst with a teeny bit of fluff.)

There you have it, lovelies! If you have a fic you’d like me to read, send me an ask/message or tag me! Please no smut :) Happy reading and lots of love!

-Meg

[stanknotstark]

OH do i have experience with this XD bottling up is just so easy you know? @imagine-loki​ thank you for the prompt :D

It had been a calm day, the Avengers were out on a mission (Quest, Loki denies to stoop so low as to say mission) fighting AIM, in California. So the tower was empty save for you and Loki, seeing as Fury didn’t want everyone gone in case something happened in New York. The Fantastic Four were on call with you and Loki being the extra members if an attack did happen. 

Loki figured you’d be happy today, as if you weren’t everyday which is what unsettled him. He has never seen you exhibit another emotion as strongly as you exhibit happiness. He knew somewhere deep down you had to experience sadness and anger just as strongly, right? He was concerned but didn’t necessarily want to break your happy streak. 

He finds you cooking in the kitchen, something is in the oven and you stand with your back to him but by the looks of it you’re staring into nothingness. So he makes his way towards you to make a coffee. It was inevitable, you had thousands of spices littering the counter and a few of them straddled the edge so precariously. He tried to slip between you, who refused to move, and the counter and his shirt nipped a spice causing it to fall. Loki apologized but moved out from between you and the oven but when he looked at you you were furious. He blinked and then you were pulling the pan from the oven with mittens, muttering to yourself. 

Loki raised a brow and watched as you pulled the pan from the oven. The food was clearly not finished so he started to ask what you were doing. Instead, he stayed silent and watched you take the food to the common room and heard you scream and the pan hitting the ground. Loki knew something was wrong as you continued screaming and yelling.

“Can’t believe you would-Fuck-God you’re just so-UGH!” 

When you come back into the kitchen you immediately start opening the drawers and throwing utensils all over the floor, and before Loki can even move you open the cabinets and throw all of Stark’s glassware on the ground, still yelling obscenities.

Finally Loki comes back to himself and wraps his arms around your arms and hugs you to his chest to stop you from flailing around like a lunatic. 

What in the ever loving Norns.

“Sweet, you need to calm your breathing you’re going to pass out of you keep this up.” Loki softly says into your ear. When you continue to kick and try to rip from his arms he decides to just keep talking in a soothing voice.

“Sweetheart I know you hurt right now but you’re going to hurt yourself if you continue and I’ll never forgive myself if I let that happen. Please, calm down. I’m right here, I’m not leaving you, I’ll stay right here until you feel better. Please.” Loki slows his words down as you stop struggling and instead stay in his arms and sob.

When he thinks you’re safe enough from yourself he turns you around and his heart tugs at the tears trailing down your face. He has only known you to be happy, he’s never seen you display another emotion this strongly and it’s affecting him more than he would like to admit. Grabbing your chin he tilts your head so you’ll look him in the eye. His other hand comes up to wipe at your tears. 

“Darling, what’s wrong? What happened?” 

Loki swallows as another sob comes out of your mouth then you’re talking so fast he can’t understand what you’re saying. Loki puts a finger over your lips, “Shhh, slow down.” 

Loki watches as you take a few deep breaths then talk again. 

“My mom died and my dad couldn’t handle it so he killed himself. He didn’t even call to tell me he just offed himself like it wouldn’t hurt me and-”

At this point Loki saw Steve walk into the kitchen doorway with wide eyes but left when Loki leveled him with a glare and shook his head. 

Looking back at you you still babbled on but he got the gist of it. So he pulled you into his arms and hugged you tight, his chin resting on your head. 

“I understand your pain, darling, I lost it when my mother passed away. I cannot imagine what it is like to lose both of them in such little time.” Loki said, one hand rubbing your back and the other coming up to hold your head to his chest. 

Loki just stood there holding you until you had completely calmed down. When you pulled from him he looked over your face. Your eyes were puffy and cheeks bright red. 

“How about,” Loki said letting his arm trail down your arm and hold your hand in his, “We go to my room and you can read my norse myths book.” Loki had known you were dying to read about actual norse myths, and for him to tell you what was true and wasn’t. So he smiled a little when you nodded your head, excitement in your eyes now. 

Passing through the kitchen door Loki saw the Avengers cleaning up the food you had thrown across the floor and walls but no one stopped you both as you passed through the room and to the elevator. Loki hugged you to his chest tighter as you hid your face in his chest in embarrassment. 

[dentelle-grise]

Your Latest Trick - chapter 28

Summary: Long after everyone has stopped talking about Loki and his misdemeanors, his failed attempt to take over Midgard and his punishment, you meet him at a party. (Loki x Reader NSFW)

First chapter here (can be read as a oneshot) All chapters to date at AO3 (69K, NC-17)

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Chapter 28

Sleipnir rounds the corner out from the stable buildings to join the main road, but in a flash there’s another horse in front of you.  You catch a glimpse of the other rider’s fair hair before Sleipnir brings himself to a halt so abrupt that you pitch forward and land your nose in his mane.

You raise you head and there is Fandral, without a care that you almost ran him down on the fastest horse in the kingdom.  This must be who Sif was racing.

“So.“ Fandral hails you. “It’s true!”

What is true? Fandral doesn’t know what is true, but hopes like this you’ll tell him. You don’t rise to the bait. From where you’re sat, you’re even looking down on him slightly from the great horse’s back.  If you don’t know what is true, you muse, what hope has he.

“The truth is precisely what I’m looking for.” You reply and in the back of your head you hear Loki laugh.  Fandral may be slippery but Loki is worse.

Fandral takes you in and smiles a little ruefully.

“If I didn’t know better I’d say you were running away.” He’s blocking your path half-heartedly with his horse, but you know you only have to give Sleipnir a sign to push on past. “But if things in Asgard were as people say,“ he puts his had to his chin and nods as though in thought. “I would have expected to find you running in the other direction. You’ve landed a real catch.”

You can tell doesn’t want to believe the vicious rumour any more than Sif.

“I know you as a woman of…broad and eclectic taste.  But I must admit that I am more than…” and then he stops and just looks and in a terrifying instant you see his expression go serious. Fandral serious is a man you hardly know. Usually, you can read every one of his ruses, you’ve learnt every one of his charming ways, they are a language as obvious to you as an open book.  But this is not charm, this is actual concern.

“Look. You’re not doing this against your will or because of expectation are you?”

Huh? You’re bewildered at his directness and it must show.

“I’m worried about you. First Loki, now Odin.”

Sleipnir dances on the spot, keen to be moving. And Fandral moves his mount away to the side of the track, knowing he cannot hold you.

“If you need to somewhere to get away to, I can help. I know someone.”

“Thank you. I can look after myself.” You say, hoping it’s true

And with that Sleipnir takes the cue and you’re off.

“If you’re running from the King then you won’t get far on his horse.” Fandral calls after you. And in his voice you hear that the joker is back.

You don’t have to direct Sleipnir.  It’s the closest thing you can imagine to flying. The landscape blurs and Sleipnir’s footfalls are so many they blend together making the ride as smooth as gliding.  

What will you say to Heimdall? You’re almost sure that Loki duped him,  but how to be sure without revealing the truth. What will Heimdall think? That you’ve come to reprimand him for an indiscretion most likely?  And he will tell you that revealing your ‘relationship’ to Thor is for the good of Asgard.

What is for the good of Asgard though- in a world where Malekith is still on the loose and nobody seems to care? Had Loki once more in a fit of jealousy decided it was a matter he would deal with without Thor.  And what about Odin, so concerned for the realm’s defences, why hadn’t he told Thor?

This is no time for Loki to be hiding.  You have to make him reveal himself to everyone, preferably before someone else exposes him.  Then you hope your favour with Odin will keep Loki safe and that it wouldn’t have too high a price.

For a few seconds you raise your head and let the wind in your face blow the thoughts far behind you. It’s effortless, riding like this, Sleipnir needs no urging and the world speeds by at such a pace you hardly recognise it.  You feel you are in another. People scurry to get out of your path, but you barely see them.

Soon, the rainbow bridge is beneath you and you listen to the steady rhythm of Sleipnir’s hooves and tuck your head down against the wind, letting him take care of your destination. The observatory is still a mere dot in the distance.

So concentrated are you on the softer sound of Sleipnir’s gallop on the Bifrost that you notice immediately when he starts to slow.  You’re nowhere near the observatory. You’d thought him tireless, but no, he’s definitely slowing down. Not that it’s not a problem. You’ll get there eventually. But you can’t help but feel that somethings off. You look up.

And there, alongside you, you see why. Keeping pace precisely with Sleipnir, is a flying skiff.  You don’t need to ask who is at the helm.

Loki grins down at you.

“Having a spot of bother?”

“No.”

You try to dig your knees in and keep Sleipnir going but nothing happens, you doubt he feels a thing. In fact he slows still further.

“Here let me help you.” says Loki and as Sleipnir finally comes to a standstill he steers the skiff up close and plucks you out of the saddle, tucking you unceremoniously under one arm as he holds the steady with the other hand.

You struggle though its folly at this height and he releases you, letting you tumble into the bottom of the boat.

“I fear there’s been a slight misunderstanding.” says Loki gaily as you turn to face him.

“You bet.” you say. “Thor thinks you’re Odin.”

Loki blanches clearly at that.  You’d expected excuses not stunned silence.

“Heimdall told him…”

“Ah, Heimdall,“ he says with a chuckle, as though this explains everything.

It's the first time you’ve seen Loki in the light for what seems like years, since before he left for Svartalfheim.  Anyone could see him here, if there was anyone that is, halfway down the rainbow bridge, and unless, like Heimdall, they see someone else.

“How could you?” You stand up and look Loki in the eye. His embarassment is rather satisfying even though it won’t help a whole lot.  

“And as for you…” You look at Sleipnir who clearly has no intention of going any further.

“Will you come with me?  It's not really a choice.

“You’d better explain…”

“Of course, but there’s something I need you to see.”

“This better be good.”

“It’s going to be fantastic.” Loki grins and somehow you know that he isn’t talking about an explanation.

He sets the boat off fast, dipping under the bridge and away from the observatory. You’re thrown backwards with the speed and grab for the rail in a panic.

When you start to see the outlines of some craggy islands in the distance, throwing up white of crashing waves, you think you know where you are heading.

Chapter 29