Summary: You ask Loki if he still stabs people when he's bored but the prince of Asgard is more curious about why you want to know.
Warnings: idk... vague mention of a terrible date and overly protective Loki (who doesn't love that? Lol)
A/N: Came up with this idea pretty randomly so hopefully it's good lol enjoy! 💚
"Loki, do you still stab people when you're bored?" you ask as you walk into the common room, interrupting a game of chess the two brothers are playing.
The younger prince stares up at you in confused silence, his attention shifting to his brother when Thor clears his throat.
"I'm sorry Y/N," Thor says politely. "Fury made it abundantly clear to my brother that stabbing people who irritate him is not something that will be tolerated while he is on probation."
"Oh... right," you mumble and look down at your shoes. "We'll never mind then," you turn to leave.
"Why do you ask?" Loki finally speaks when you've taken a few steps away from them.
"No reason," you respond quickly turning to face him.
"Y/N," Loki says in a slightly stern tone.
"My date tonight was awful. He was so handsy," you explain, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Handsy?" Thor repeats the unfamiliar term with a raised eyebrow. Loki looks at you and you can tell he's just as confused as his older brother.
You sigh and make a grabbing motion with both hands towards the princes.
"No stabbing!" Thor shouts at his younger brother as he gets up, knocking over the few remaining chess pieces.
Loki gets up quickly, his favorite dagger appearing in his hand with a green flourish. "You were with the new tech from Stark's team," the God of Mischief states, no hint of a question in his voice. You nod as he walks angrily past you into the hallway.
"I am simply going to talk to him," Loki insists, his pace not slowing.
"With your dagger," Thor rolls his eyes when he catches up.
Loki smirks, "Yes."
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Just a little idea I got and I haddd to get it out.
Is this too long to be considered a blurb? Idk. I don't think im capable of writing a blurb, lol.
Lmk what you think, I'd love to hear it. Enjoy!
Warnings: illusions to smut, arguing?, talk of drugs/drug use,(not by anyone! Just used as a metaphor), Loki being a sarcastic, dramatic king.
"Loki, please! It's not that simple!" I was exsasperated. This is not how I wanted to spend the rest of my night...
"Of course, dear. You're right, it's not. It's horrid, isn't it? Sneaking around with me? It must be so hard for the perfect golden child of the avengers, the world's greatest, most selfless, virtuous heros!" He said waving around his hands dramatically, clearly mocking me. Loki's theatrics were anything but new to me.
I've been sneaking away from the compound, any chance I had, to be with him. I didn't mean for it to happen. He was like cocaine or molly. Something someone offers you at a party to 'party a little harder' and then you just get hooked after one try. And I really did try to be a 'weekend warrior' with him, but before I knew it, I was following him around like a lost puppy dog. Not even just to end up in his bed anymore. Just to be around him. It scared me, but i couldn't stop. And I couldn't admit it to myself. Or him...
After three months, he started having moments like this. He knew I felt guilty just for being with him. Because he was right. I am the golden child. The second youngest on the team, next to Peter. Twenty eight and until two years ago, when I was taken in by Tony Stark himself, I never had anyone. So I wasn't there for the events of New York. Maybe that's why it was so easy to be lured in by him. I've never seen the damage he's done up close.
And if I were to tell everyone on the team I was running around with Loki Laufeyson, I know the looks I'd get. The "talking to's" I'd receive. Wanda would be sweet, but logical. Steve would try to see the good that I saw in him, and even if he didn't voice it, I know he'd be a little disappointed in my flawed moral compass. Bucky would be protective to a fault, but never directly say he cared. And Tony... He'd been like an older brother to me since he found me. On an avengers mission near an abandoned hydra base. Just surviving. Barley understanding the powers I had been given. I'm still not even sure how I escaped hydra after their experiments. It was simply fight or flight. I did both. I was numb.
And now... here I was, sleeping with the enemy, right under everyone's nose.
The arguments had been getting worse as of late. I knew what this was doing to him. I knew he had insecurities, even about being the bad guy, though he seems to revel in it, most of the time. I know that he feels, despite what he would have others, including me, think. "What is it darling? Are you afraid of what your band of heros would think of you, being corrupted by me?" His voice became dangerous. He lowered his tone like a weapon being aimed for my throat. The look in his eye, almost villainous, like he couldn't wait to tear me apart. But I wouldn't believe it. I couldn't.
"Or is it just about the man who saved you, who just happens to disapprove of my, so called second chance, more than most, hmm?" It was so condescending, it almost sounded sweet. Not with Loki Laufeyson, though. I knew better. And I had to admit, that last jab, really hit the nail on the head.
"Loki..." I took a deep breath, gathering my composure. He looked like he'd just won, with that smug smirk on his face. He just loved twisting the knife. And I let him. "You're right." I was going to defend myself out of pure instinct again, but then, as I searched his blue eyes, full of a gentleness that only I could see. Like he had never hurt a single soul his whole life. The dichotomy of this man...
I walked toward him, picking up my coat. "I feel guilty for just looking at you." I sighed out. "But I'm not ashamed of looking at you. Being with you..." I trailed off, fidgeting with my coat's zipper.
Loki stepped that much closer and pinched my chin between his two fingers, tilting my head up, with one hand behind his back. Always walking and talking with the posture and attitude of a prince. "Tsk...stupid girl. I don't know why I tolerate you, dear." He shook his head, then leaned forward. And though his words seem to hold resentment and distaste for me, his lips touched mine nonetheless, with the softness of a dove, landing on a bed of feathers.
It quickly turned into a fierce passionate kind of kiss and all gentleness was forgotten as his hands slapped a firm grip on my hips, startling me in the best way.
"Loki... I still have to go." I scolded him half heartedly. "Oh dear!" He said with fake concern and then his mischievous smile appeared in no time. "...Then we better hurry." His smirk only deepens with that last remark and it's the only warning I get before he lifts me from my feet, carrying me away, like a princess in his arms and back to his bed. All I could do was laugh at his antics and from the genuine joy I always felt around him. And as we kissed more, all I could think was, 'why should I have to feel guilty or hide something- anything- that brings me such pure bliss?.....'
A little Loki blurb for the Marvel fans out there.
Loki’s slender hands cupped my chubby cheeks—his gaze unusually intense. He was quiet this morning. Too quiet. When I finally got around to asking him what his issue was, he stepped into my space and cupped my face.
“My problem,” he murmurs, “is that the more time I spend near you… the less I want to ruin everything. And that is terrifying.”
My breath hitches as his thumb brushes over my sore bottom lip that I’d anxiously chewed to shreds all morning, worrying about him. The room, though vacant, shrinks to just the two of us—like we’re the only two people that matter in this world.
His gaze is intense while my heart clenches as he brushes over a particularly painful spot. I watch his eyebrows knit together in a mix of dark emotions he’s trying to hold back.
“You fret yourself bloody over me, Darling,” he whispers with a tinge of worry in his tone. When’d that get there?
A sharp exhale leaves my nostrils when I finally register the raw emotion in his voice.
“Then, let me worry,” I whisper back in a slightly shaky voice. “You’re worth a little blood, Loki.”
His breath hitched too, as if I’d just said something holy to him.
Summary: It's not easy being in the spotlight as First Lady of the Nation. But your President's Husband knows what to do when your online critics take it too far.
Or "Who did this to you?" with President Loki.
Word Count: 1318 (blurb time)
Warnings: SMUT! 18 + (wall diddling, whee), online bullying and harassment (inspired from my own personal experience, whee) mention of sex. Angst and then fluff and hurt/comfort. I steal ideas from Ana Huang and Sadie Kincaid. Bad grammar. I had writer's block with this one and was stuck so not as revised and polished as I could be bc I just wanted this done, I'm not Shakespeare or Donna Tartt okay? If I miss a warning, please inform me at once. Don't victim blame those affected, Report it! If you see something disturbing or triggering that isn't tagged that I missed, then that is on me to take accountability for it and it is your responsibility to report it!
Dick-Tionary: The exact, more explicit smut begins at “Open wide, my dear.” and ends at "He gently let you down."
Something about the internet gave people anonymity and with that came power. They could say and do what they wanted…even the vilest things.
Comment after comment. Ding after ding on your phone. There were posts about how you were wrong. Irresponsible because they didn’t like your cause of supporting raising minimum wages. Even under posts where you were talking about the importance of your cause, so many people went “Well, to be fair-”
You couldn’t help but look at more about you.
Stupid.
Ugly.
A pig.
And those were the tamer ones.
The constant bullying and demands from these people. You thought you were qualified for this. That you knew your way around tenfold. Dolled up in your nice dress and makeup…and here you were, crying. Wanting to throw a fit. Wanting to scream and call them vile, horrible things. T sob until you couldn’t breathe and crash down, heels, pearls, lipstick and all. No better than a little girl playing dress up. Not an adult who handled everything with strength and grace. Not a First Lady of an entire country.
You should be strong. Thick-skinned. “Don’t take it personally” was the advice everyone gave you. Every single time. Without fail. But at this point, it just numbed in your head. What did that even mean? It meant nothing. Like “thoughts and prayers” maybe at once it could help, and has helped but now…it was just a phrase people threw out that fixed nothing. And how could you not take a comment beneath your post telling you to not take it personally?
You found yourself stumbling onto the Oval Office adn there he was- your husband in folden horns. A crowd of suited men around him.
He noticed your state. You had no time to compose yourself. But he raised a hand and their chatting voices silenced.
“Everyone! Leave- now!” he ordered, snapping his fingers.
They ducked and left. A few careful eyes at your frazzled, pensive state.
He went over and looked at you. Then he put one hand and put it under your cheek so you faced him. His voice was soft, yet subtly angry not at you, but at your tormenters.
“My darling…who did this to you?”
You sniffed. Then you answered him.
“All of the comments…online…I know I have to. It’s part of the platform. A First Lady has to have social media…but…but…”
He wiped a tear. Then you leaned onto him. His cold buttons grazed your cheek and he let you cling to him. Let yourself break down.
“What am I even doing? Why should I say or do anything online? They just want to tear you apart and spit you out! And they just want a lady who looks pretty and does or says nothing. Even when I wear anything, they tell me I look like cat vomit. I can’t win whatever I do, Loki. And the split second I try to do anything, say anything they…they..”
“Give me your phone,” he said.
You handed it to him. From his pocket, he took out a chip and attached it to yours.
“Firstly, I’m taking this away from you for now. You will get a new one for communication. I will not have my wife and First Lady miserable.”
He set the chip in.
“What are you doing?”
“Keeping track of them. We’re going to track them down. They’re going to regret every word of it…here…”
He sat down on the chair in the center and tapped his lap.
“Sit.”
How could you resist?
He set you on his lap. He pulled out his personal phone and immediately was making calls. You leaned into him, snuggling him close.
“Yes, Grant, I want you to hire a Social Media manager for the First Lady. Have the comments filtered and in need of approval before posted. Also, look for security. There are several people we must hunt down. They have threatened the security of the first lady. The tracker is on her phone, we’ll analyze the data on the comments and find each and every one of them- they cannot go on without consequence, don’t you think? Freedom of Speech is overrated anyway…hurry along, do it now- no- Grant, I don’t care if you’re about to get a blowjob from the Black Widow this second, I want you to do it!”
He ended the call.
He held you. And then kissed you. You leaned in more. How handsome he looked- his suit fixed up. His smirk was confident, rakish. You found you were straddling him, his hands on your hips. As you kissed again, he pushed his tongue inside.
“Oh…Loki…”
He raised your skirt some, to feel your bare leg.
“I feel if I make you cum, that would make you feel better…wouldn’t it?”
He slid a hand and saw you weren’t wearing underwear at your hip bone.
He tilted his head, his voice even quieter.
“And you followed my one little rule, too. Good girl.”
He held up the phone one last time, pressing a call.
“Barton, cancel my meeting for this hour. Reschedule it. Emergency, shall we say.”
Before the man on the other end could ask why he hung it up.
He smiled at you.
“Open wide, my dear.”
Keeping your legs open, he adjusted them to wrap around him. He backed you up to part of the wall. Not caring about the curtains of the window. Not caring about the security cameras.
In fact, let them watch if they want.
He kissed you intensely, his tongue inside and out. Tasting you. He lifted your skirt to your hips, backing you up. You hung onto him, shaking with wet, desperate need as he undid the zipper of his trousers.
“I’m going to fuck you. Fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk and live the next week curled up in the lap of luxury, how does that sound?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Please- fuck me, Loki-”
“I’m the President-” he corrected.
“Fuck me, Mr. President-” you quietly begged.
He entered briskly. You let out a loud gasp. But you were already so soaked from him, it was clear. He kissed you again. One hand going to move one of your legs to hook around his waist.
He only slowed down so he could speak, his eyes intense.
“Yes, moan louder. I want them all to hear- I don’t care who hears- or sees. I want them-to- to know you’re mine- My little doll. My little toy. My First Lady- my wife-”
Your breasts bounced lewdly as he picked up speed, thrusting in and out of you. He pounded you so much, the portraits shook. You held onto his shoulders, and then his horns on his head. He was grunting like a madman.
He fucked hard, his hand digging.
“I want you to cry out, say what I am as you cum. I am Loki, I am your president, I rule you- say it- say it, fuck, I’m cumming-I’m going to-say it.”
You cried his title, your throat scratchy. Pleasure breaking on you, as well as on him.
He gently let you down. You adjusted his dark curls. He smoothed your dress, though your legs wobbled. The bliss of ecstasy makes you forget what even happened just an hour ago.
“Now…how do you feel now?” he asked.
You took in a deep breath, the blood still rushing and the world spinning.
“Better…” you replied.
He wrapped an arm around your waist. But he traced a finger down your spine, into your skirt.
“Good. Because I’m going to order some…gifts for you tonight. For you to wear beneath these dresses and skirts and blouses. And I want us to have dinner- just us. And when I rip off your clothes, that lace will be on you. Because, my dear, once this next meeting is done…we are far from over with this.”
Summary: You find yourself in Asgard spending new years eve night with nothing to do. Loki changes that
warnings: None :)
A/N: happy new years!!!! I wish 2025 is nothing but kind to all of you, enjoy this little thing I cooked up. <3 (repost because my app was glitching
my stories never really describe the readers gender so unless stated otherwise all my stories are gn!!
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I had to admit that spending my New Year's in Asgard felt slightly unreal. There were no countdowns, no applause, and no clinking glasses, unlike back home on Midgard. Time seemed odd here, elongated like the stars above us. Perhaps in the palace halls, I had anticipated a peaceful evening when I arrived in Asgard, but Loki had assured me of a surprise. And if I had discovered anything about him, it was that he was always... remarkable in his surprises.
With the light of candles and torches bouncing off the golden ceilings, we strolled through the palace's great corridors. Through the open windows, the aroma of the far-off ocean flooded the crisp, cool air. Loki's mischievous grin crept across his mouth as he guided me through the corridors, his hand brushing mine as if to reassure me that this was just for us—no grand gatherings, no pomp or ceremony.
“I think you'll like this,” he murmured, his voice low and rich with the promise of something thrilling.
We reached a balcony that overlooked the sprawling city of Asgard, the lights from the streets twinkling like stars on the ground. Loki paused, turning to face me. His eyes sparkled with a kind of mischief I had come to adore.
“New Year's isn’t exactly a thing here, is it?” he asked, his voice teasing but with an underlying warmth.
“No, not really,” I replied, glancing at the sky. It was clear, the stars gleaming above us, as though they were watching over the realm. He chuckled, and before I could ask what he meant, his hands raised toward the heavens.
I watched, mesmerized, as he muttered something under his breath. In an instant, his hands began to glow with an ethereal green light, crackling with power. The air around us seemed to hum, and I couldn’t help but gasp as small sparks of light danced between his fingers.
With a snap of his fingers, the first firework exploded into the sky—a brilliant shower of colors that painted the night. Reds, blues, greens, and golds burst into the air, twirling and shimmering like they were alive. I looked at Loki, my eyes wide in surprise, but he only grinned, the faintest glimmer of pride in his gaze.
"Happy New Year, my darling," he said softly, his voice a smooth whisper against the wind.
I stepped closer to him, my heart beating a little faster, not just from the stunning display of colors but from the warmth of his presence. He had always been full of surprises, but this… this was something beyond what I could have ever expected. His magic, his power—he was using it to create something beautiful for me, for us. The fireworks continued, each one more dazzling than the last. The night was alive with bursts of color, filling the sky with wonder. I could hear the soft sounds of the fireworks explosions echoing in the distance, but all I could focus on was Loki, standing beside me, his presence overwhelming in the best way possible.
He turned to me, his eyes softening, and before I could say anything, his lips found mine. The kiss was gentle at first, slow and tender, but as the fireworks bloomed above us, our kiss deepened. The world felt like it was folding in on itself—the only thing real in that moment was him, and the way his lips moved against mine, the way his hand cupped my face as if he never wanted this moment to end. When we finally pulled away, breathless, the sky was filled with the last of the fireworks—multicolored trails of light and sparkles curling into the blackness of the night, as if the stars themselves were bowing in homage to the magic of the moment.
"Do you like it?" Loki asked, his voice soft, almost shy now. I smiled, my fingers tracing the outline of his jaw, my heart still racing. "It's perfect," I whispered. "Thank you, Loki."
He chuckled, his usual mischief returning as he leaned in to kiss me again, his arms wrapping around me. As the final firework lit the sky, we stood there together, wrapped in each other's embrace, watching the colorful lights paint the night above us.
→ premise: loki knew he was rough and mean and yet he also knew that you loved it.
→ pairing: loki laufeyson x fem!reader
→ warnings: smut | 18+, knife play, throat training, oral [m receiving], face fucking, degrading, small amount of praise, nicknames [darling, pet, throat slut, love], small amount of gagging.
→ a/n: 03 kinktober
“Get on your knees pet, gotta train that pretty little throat so you know how to shut up slut” Loki growls and grips the back of your neck to push you to the floor. He was leaning back against the soft plush black couch that sat in the center of the living room, his legs spread. One hand still holding the back of your neck and the other palming over his thigh and moving then to rub over the bulge in his pants. “And what if I don't wanna shut up huh?” You taunt and tilt your head. Yet your hand begins to crawl up his knees and lean closer. His eyes glint down at you and an evil smile forms on his lips before he lifts his hips to adjust. Loki's tongue pokes his cheek and he waves his hand to conjure up his dagger. With one swift motion his dagger is pressed against the crevice between your neck and your collar bone, softly pushing the blade against your neck. Your breath hitches and arousal pools between your legs.
“Pants off, take my pants off now darling” he grins and keeps his dagger pressed against you as his eyes shift between your face and the growing tent in his pants. Your eyes glaze over and your jaw goes slack as you nod your head in obedience, just how Loki likes it. You begin to unbutton his pants, slide them down his slender legs as well as his tight black boxers down and off his body.
He flashes his wicked smile at you for complying and pulls your mouth down onto his twitching cock filling your throat. “Oh fuck such a pretty slut you like me being rough you know it, youre dripping right now with my cock shoved down your thoat and this blade pressed against your pluse.” He chuckles softly as he bucks his hips up, his tip hitting the back of your throat. He knows you can't answer him and that only makes him more excited.
You clench your thighs as your slick and arousal soaks your panties. Your erratic heartbeat booming hard in your ears as Loki digs the blade of his dagger a bit deeper. The hand still holding the back of your neck grips harder and holds you down to the base of his cock, his cock filling your mouth and pushing at the back of your throat causing you to gag around him a bit.
“Hold it darling, hold it deep in your throat and dont gag love. Got it pet?” Loki teases and lets go of your neck to rub his thumb over your cheek under your eye.
You run your tongue over a vein sprawling across his shaft and use the spit slipping down his cock to play with his balls, your jaw relaxes and you hold him deep in your mouth without gagging. Loki lets out a breath and drops the dagger to hold the side of your neck and runs his thumb over the bump caused by his cock. It made his stomach swirl and the knot tighten as your throat squeezes him.
“Such a good slut fuck, my little throat slut huh?” He groans as his head tips back.
→ a/n: this was very short and i meant to post it yesterday but i was gonna write more but im already getting a bit of writers block so some will be shorter yk?
Summary: Loki doesn’t want children because of his past, that’s before he found a box of your things.
Warnings: Fluff, Slight Angst
Word Count: 820
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A/N: This might not be most people’s cup of tea, but I was sure feeling it today lol, enjoy <3
You were going to be moving into his place soon, remants of clothing and accessories scattered across the room. He took a deat at the edge of your bed, glancing at the box before him. Without a second thought he grabbed it, pulling it towards the bed.
He opened the box, the rough cardboard scraping against his skin. The box looked aged and worn, seeming to be pretty used. Lifting each of the flaps he peeked inside. He knew it wasn’t right, he shouldn’t be invading your personal space but it called to him, for some odd reason or another.
At first glance it look like just some old pile of clothes, some neatly folded while others lay in disheveled heaps. There were a few toys, scattered here and there, and what looked like to be bottles. He didn’t know what to think as he reached inside, grabbing out an article of clothing before letting unfurl to its full length before him. It was a tiny thing, no larger than a foot he assumed. The fabric was soft and fuzzy, the design sweet and simple adorned with little bears that decorated every corner. He picked up another one, this time a little bigger with the word ‘princess’ labled on it, then another, and another, and once more. ‘Mommy’s girl’, he stilled, all he did was stare at it, such a small little thing. It hung limply in his hands, he didn’t notice when his palms started clam up or his fingertips tremble, or even the soft creek of the door opening beside him.
“Loki?” Your voice rang out, sweet and gentle, breaking the silence. Loki longed to hear you speak whenever he could, but he didn’t look up, even as he saw you examining him in the corner of his eyes.
With a small gasp you rushed over, snatching the onesie out of his arm’s before tossing it back in the box.
“I’m sorry,” your voice small and distant, “I was supposed to donate those.”
Your hands fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, as you always did when you were nervous.
“I-.”
“Why do you have them?” He was surprised at the sound of his own voice leaving his lips, he hadn’t wished to sound so rough. He knew how timid you could be, especially after everything you’ve been through.
Your voice trembled as you spoke, “I collected them, but,” you hesitated, “but I don’t anymore.”
He nodded, taking in your features. Your brows furrowed and your eyes shone with unshed tears.
“Do you want children?” You had discussed it before, both agreeing that you hadn’t needed them, content with just the two of you.
“I… I do- or well I did, but after you I really don’t need anything else… really.” You exclaimed, sitting at the side of the bed him. You took it his hand in yours, your voice choking up the words you were about to say. “Please… um please don’t leave.”
At first, he wanted to. And for a moment, he thought he was going to do just that. Why would he be with someone, who so obviously wanted something so much that he just couldn’t give, but one glance at your face stole it all away. The way your body shook, and your beautiful eyes poured silent tears, and your voice that pleaded for him stay. God you were gorgeous.
“I won’t.”
“Promise?”
As much as Loki knew the right thing to do was to leave, and let you be with someone that could give you everything you’d ever deserve and want. He couldn’t, he was a selfish god and that would never change. Therefore, he let himself dream. To invision a perfect future with you, where you were both together, settled in a home. Maybe a ring on his left hand, and yours with one too. Maybe he could dream about midnight dances and evening talks. Perhaps, if he thought just a little longer, he could hear the pitter-patter of little feet running around the house, filled with sounds of laughter and joy, and the overwhelming sensation happiness and love that swelled within him.
“Promise,” he said. You nodded meekly. His heart ached at the sight. He pulled you into him, your face nestling in the side of his neck releasing a quiet sob.
“I love you, Loki,” you murmured.
“I love you too,” he replied, kissing the top of your head. He didn’t tell you just yet what he felt. The way you opened him just a little more, when he imagined you with a sweet little bundle in your arms, and the happiest look he’d ever see splayed across your face. He wasn’t ready, not for awhile. He didn’t know if he would ever be, but just the thought of you, with a baby that was his chipped away at the cage around his heart just a little too deep.
Ella, sitting on Loki's chest, raven locks in her tiny hands...
Ella: *tugs at his hair*
Loki, shouting playfully: Ow, Princess! That hurts!
Ella: *looks at her dad with big, blue eyes*
Loki: *lunges forward to blow a raspberry on her belly*
Ella: *giggles uncontrollably, what turns into a sneeze, causing her to suddenly shift into her Jotun form*
Loki, shifting as well: *starts to smile brightly at the fact that every time Ella sneezes, she turns into an adorable blue ice cube, because she can't control entirely the ability to shapeshift yet* Bless you, my sweet little ice cube.
