Summary - Loki is Drunk and when he gets this way, he blends the line of English and Asgardian. Teaching the Y/n something about his native tongue while staring at her like she is his everything.
*Drabble*
Loki gazed at her lovingly playing with her hair, "Håret ditt er så mykt." He whispered leaning in and kissing her ear making her giggle, when he got drunk, or 'full,' enough he started to speak Asgardian. Which she was never mad at, she thought it was the most attractive thing. "What was that?" She asked her voice was so sweet to him, delicious even he could listen to it all day, he thought. "It means your hair is so soft. You are guddommelig." She nodded slowly saying the word, and completely botching it.
"No, no, no, no say it like this goo - dough - mlay." He instructs like a conductor with his orchestra waving his hands at every syllable. She followed his instructions and said every part slowly and then the word all together. Loki clapped for her and kissed her temple, "vakker jobb, min elskede." She looked at him with anticipation, "what does that one mean?" He paused for a second deciding on what he should say but the ale in system is making him almost lose himself. "It means beautiful job, my love."
Her eyes soften, and her breath hitches, "you have never said that" She nodded to him and buries his head back to the crook of her neck. "You make me lose myself," he reasons with a sigh. "Or your drunk." She laughs and playfully glares at her, "kjære, I am not. I am full. Besides any man or Gods for that matter needs some liquid courage when they are dealing with you."
Ok! Here’s my request for Loki. And the lyrics are: “You only love me when the
Whiskey's pouring
Four in the morning
You only love, you only love
You only love me when the
Night is over
No one to hold ya
You only love, you only love
You only love me when the…”
it could be either playful or quite sad tbh
Whiskey's Pouring
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Pairing: Loki x gn!reader
Words: 644
Requested by: @ashamedbigtime
Prompt: -> "You only love me when the whiskey's pouring, Four in the morning. You only love, You only love, You only love me when the night is over, No one to hold ya, You only love, You only love You only love me when the…"
Warnings/Content: Angst; Sad ending, loki love & kisses, alcohol consumption, based after the events of infinity war
Summary: You grapple the sorrow of lost love.
A/n: Thank you so much for requesting @ashamedbigtime!! I chosed a sad genre for this, hope you like it ;)
The morning sun filters through the sheer curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. You stir slightly, feeling the warmth of an arm draped around your waist. With a soft smile, you nuzzle closer into the embrace, inhaling the familiar scent that you’ve come to associate with comfort and safety.
“Loki,” you murmur, half asleep, feeling his soft lips against your temple.
Running his fingers through your hair, “Good morning, my love,” he says soothingly. “Did you sleep well?”
You nod, savoring the feeling of his fingers running through your hair. “I always sleep well when you're here.”
He chuckles and plays with your hair, keeping your head in his lap. You look up at him, a tinge of sleepiness still in you, eyes not opened fully, “I can’t quite see you…”
You get up and drink the liquid kept on your nightstand.
The day passes in a blissful haze of domesticity. You laugh together, share stories, and he listens with that intense gaze that makes you feel like the center of the universe, his gorgeous blue eyes gazing at you tenderly. His touch was a constant reassurance, his presence a comforting shadow that never left your side.
As night approaches, you find yourself drawn to the small bar cart in the corner of the room. The amber liquid in the whiskey bottle glistens enticingly, promising to drown out the lingering sorrow that used to gnaw at the edges of your happiness.
“You don’t need that.” He says, his fingers brushing against yours as you reach for the bottle.
You hesitate, his words pulling at your heart. But the ache inside is relentless, and the whiskey promises a momentary relief. You pour yourself a glass, feeling his eyes on you, a mix of concern and sadness in their depths.
Before you could sip, his hands cupped your face, his face looking down at yours, “You don’t need that to feel happy, you have me, my love.”
You shake your head and pull away from him, tasting the first burning sip that numbed the pain you kept away. It was just enough to keep your tears at bay.
You take another, and another, until the room starts to blur around the edges. Loki was still there, always there. Holding you. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear until it’s over midnight and you two are still sitting in the living room clinged to each other on the couch.
You reach forward to take a sip from your glass, but he puts it away, “Shh, I’m here.”
“But it helps.” You argued. The burn of the alcohol was a welcome distraction from the emptiness that threatened to consume you.
Loki sighed, wrapping his arms around you, putting your head against his warm chest. “You only love me when the whiskey's pouring.”
You buried your face in his chest, the tears spilling over. "Don't say that. You know I love you always."
He held you tighter, his lips pressing against your hair. “Then you don't need to drink that. I'm here, love. Always.”
You drank to keep him close, to keep the loneliness at bay.
He laughed with you, held you, whispered sweet nothings in your ear. It was almost like it was all real, like he hadn't left you.
Until the morning came.
You wake up in a panic, slight effects of the drink you consumed still there. You reach for him, “Loki, don't go. Please, don't leave me.”
He smiled sadly, “Darling, who are you talking to? I'm not even here.”
He wasn't here. He had never been here. You were alone, clinging to the memory of a love that had been taken from you too soon.
The nights of imagined bliss were gone, replaced by the harsh light of day and the aching void in your heart.
Loki was gone, and you were alone.
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ok but what about being stuck in the elevator with loki then he notices the reader cheking him out in the mirror 🥵
Ok, so these two got combined as I wrote this piece. I hope you guys enjoy it.
You were stuck. The elevator wasn't going down or up.
Just stuck in the middle.
It should've reached the nearest floor and opened its doors, but that hadn't happened. Weird.
You weren't complaining, though. The other occupant of the elevator was a sight to behold. And you were beholding, alright!
Loki, the god, the mystery, the former supervillain, the hottest guy you had ever laid your eyes on... was somehow in that elevator with you, just you, and now you two were stuck there together.
What were the chances of that happening?
That too in the boring admin wing of Stark Industries?
Well, actually, the chances of you and him sharing an elevator were high these days, since he had been coming here almost every day for last few weeks. But just him and you? No one else? Along with elevator malfunction? Nah...
You considered yourself extremely lucky, because even though you were stuck, your company was hot as fuck. It didn't even matter that he was simply looking at his phone and frowning most of the time.
His back was to you, but you could gaze at him through the mirror. You were treating yourself to the eye candy, leaning against the elevator handrail to act casual about it.
The best part was that you could admire his posterior at the same time as his front. That all black suit was suiting him all too well.
Up and down, up and down, your eyes were feasting on his whole form... until suddenly you found him looking at through the reflection, his sharp eyes narrowing like a lion's.
You had been caught. Red handed. You were so busy ogling Loki that you forgot to be careful.
Oh shit!
You turned around on reflex, even though it was too late.
Your only hope was that he'd let it slide and go back to ignoring you. It was possible, because that was what he had been doing up till now.
You were an insignificant human, and he was a god...alien... alien god prince... whatever! You weren't anyone important, especially not to him. So it made sense that he'd simply forget that he caught you looking at him... uhh... disrespectfully.
Very disrespectfully.
"Why turn away now. Might as well continue your endeavour, given that we're not going anywhere."
Did he just... did you hear that right?
You turned back around to face him, knowing that your face was on fire.
"I'm sorry." Your voice was barely above a whisper.
He tilted his head slightly. "I didn't quite hear you there. Come closer and then say it."
Ok... so now you were realizing why everyone got so nervous around him. He could change his tone and demeanour in a second, and presently, it was intimidation 100.
You came up to him in a slow step, keeping your head down. "I'm sorry."
"Are you?"
You nodded, swallowing hard. What else did he want?
"For you to be forgiven, I want to be treated to the same fare that you were having."
You looked up at him--damn, he was tall--and simply blinked in confusion. "What?"
He leaned against the mirror, crossing his arms as his eyes scanned you from head to toe. "Turn and face the mirror."
Your eyes widened. "Wh-What?!"
"You heard me," he said, making a turning motion with his index finger. "Go on, show me what you have. All of it."
For a moment, you simply stood frozen in place, too shocked to react. But then, as he ensnared you in his hypnotic gaze, your feet began to move on their own. It was as if you were a puppet to his whims.
You turned slowly, showing him the back of your formal shirt and pencil skirt. It was nothing remarkable, but it fit you well. (Why the hell were you thinking about your clothes' fit right now? There were other pressing matters at hand.)
He hummed deep in his throat, as if dissatisfied. "Bend over."
What... what was happening?
Even though you were totally scandalized by his demand, you complied. Against your best wishes and wisdom... you complied.
You were holding onto the handrail like your life depended on it, your knuckles turning several shades lighter in the process, as you bent over and put on a lewd act for him.
"Good girl," he crooned, coming up right behind you to press against your behind.
You shivered as the praise washed over you, turning your mind and judgment to mush.
"Open your shirt."
Damn... you could've said no, but... you didn't. You simply followed his command, again, unbuttoning your shirt with trembling fingers.
He cupped your bra covered breasts and played with them for a while, pulling you down the path of mindless lust. When he pushed the cups down, you let him, because he whispered 'good girl' in your ear again, dismantling your sense of propriety.
Well, it was already quite close to collapsing anyway, and his touch was simply too knowing and skilful. Soon, your nipples were taut under his fingers, your breasts all too happy to be held in those big, beautiful hands.
"You don't look very sorry now, do you?" His breath tickled the back of your neck as he looked at you in the mirror, pinching your nipples as he spoke. "You look like you're enjoying this. Shall we check?"
With that, he left your breasts alone, only to reach down your legs. You felt your skirt being lifted.
It sent alarm bells ringing in your head... finally.
And yet, you did nothing to stop him. You just kept holding the handrail. Because, well, a part of you was curious as hell. Curious about what was to come.
His fingers caressed your thighs on the way up, taking the skirt along. He didn't stop until it was bunched around your hips.
And when his hands went down your thighs, they took your panties with them.
All this while, you simply looked back at him in the mirror, with your heart beating faster and faster. He had exposed you, completely, and here you were, still obeying him like a trained submissive.
"Very good girl..."
There it was again, the praise, spoken in that voice. It was your undoing.
Part of you wanted to protest it; part of you wanted to encourage it. You knew which part was bigger...
When you heard the sound of a zipper opening, your eyes widened for a second. You knew what was coming.
Suddenly, your warring emotions reached a crescendo and finally toppled to one side, and Loki, witnessing the changing emotions on your face, gave you a wicked grin in the mirror.
"Are you slick for me, sweet girl?" he asked, caressing your ass. His long fingers pressed into the soft flesh, forcing a whimper from you.
You didn't respond. You couldn't respond. It was like your head was empty and your tongued all tied up.
His hands then moved to your hips, gripping you tighter, lifting you up till you were on your tip toes. Now, you were aligned with him perfectly.
"Well, only one way to find out if you're ready for me," he rasped, pressing into you from behind, nudging right at your entrance. "If you receive me without any resistance, then I have my answer..."
He thrust forward, taking your breath away with his sheer length and girth.
And yet, you were so aroused that he went right in.
"Fuck," you cried out, eyes fluttering in both shock and pleasure, with little twinges of delicious pain flowing through your stretched channel.
"And so she speaks again," he said, pulling back and pushing in, repeatedly, setting a rhythm. "Is this what you had in mind when you were undressing me with your eyes?"
"M-Maayybe?"
Well, you had no idea that he'd be into it as well...
"Maybe? Shall I stop then?" He halted deep inside you, enough to pull a needy moan from you.
"No! No... fuck, no."
"Answer me."
"Yes," you replied, taking only a second to hesitate.
"Yes what?"
"Yes... Sir."
Oh god, you were a submissive...
"That's right."
He grinned again, picking up the rhythm of his thrusts once more. He went harder this time, making your breasts bounce with every movement. It looked so obscene; it was shocking, seeing yourself like that.
And yet, you were into it. So into it...
"You like this, no... you love this, right?"
"Yes Sir!"
You weren't even hiding it now, pushing back against him as you were.
"You know, I could've fixed this elevator long ago," he confessed, delivering little bites on your neck, his voice vibrating against your skin. "I have the means. But I wanted to play with you, instead. I'm glad I did."
That's when it hit you... it was possible that you were being watched.
"The... the cams!" you squeaked, suddenly feeling distress over the security cam footage.
"What about the cams?"
"They'll see us!"
"And?"
Oh god...
"What is wrong with you?"
Loki simply chuckled in response, grinding deep inside you now, essentially holding you up on his cock.
His hand came around your waist and cupped you from the front, playing with your clit while you literally rode his hard column of flesh.
"Just think about it. It'll be legendary... they'll all see how well you're taking my whole length inside you. They'll know you belong to me now. My good girl..."
Those words... those dirty dirty words. They broke you.
You came hard, clenching around his girth, your face burning in both surrender and embarrassment.
"Fuck, Sir!"
"That's it, there you go. Keep coming on my cock," he growled in your ear as he kept up his rhythm inside you, incessant and relentless. "Show the cams just how good you are."
"Oh god..."
Another orgasm hit you, right on the tail of the previous one.
It was crazy, how he was effecting you, how he was playing with your body and mind alike, turning you exactly into what he wanted.
And you loved it all, everything, even the risk of exhibition.
By the time he came inside you, you were panting away like you had run a marathon. Your body was still caught up in the string of orgasms he had given you, and honestly, the thought of cams didn't even alarm you any more.
Hell, you were sure that you'd not even utter a peep if the elevator doors opened right now and displayed you to the world in this state. You were that far gone.
It was only when he pulled out and cleaned you up with his handkerchief--he kept a handkerchief?--that you began to feel the wisps of panic again. After all, the possibility of losing your job was very real...
But Loki pulled your from your scary thoughts when when he spoke up, engulfing you into his arms. "I disabled them long ago."
"Huh?"
He grinned, tapping your nose with his index finger. "The cameras. You're safe."
"But... you said..." You were so confused.
"All part of the play, love. Though, the bit about you being mine..." He nudged his nose against yours before going in a for a little kiss. "I meant that."
With that, he pulled away and moved his hand with a flair, righting your clothes and hair in a wave of his world renowned magic.
In the next moment, the elevator began to move.
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"I'm gonna burn this place to the ground." idk about you but to me that sounds like a good prompt for pre-dating idiots 👀
lol remember when the first trailer came out and we collectively lost our shit when loki said this?? aw. simpler times :’)
consider this the next part of pre-dating idiots!! woo!! pls be nice to me it’s been years
warnings: ooc?? I haven’t written for him in two (?) years?? injuries, pain, angst, the usual.
They’re both victims of the same incompetence, in all honesty.
A father who lied to them both, and a mother...
She was complicit.
Thor hates admitting it. Loki can’t decide if it makes things better or worse.
Thor needs to go see him. He knows it’s what needs to be done, and will have to happen eventually, but every time he approaches room 203, he just keeps walking and promises to do it tomorrow.
They have...too much to discuss. It’s intimidating.
Thor finds it too easy to use Loki’s necessary healing as an excuse not to disturb him.
You’re the one who finally make him do it, open the door and actually talk to him.
You’re on a business trip—managing some project on international relations following the attack on New York, from what he gathers—and won’t be back for about a month.
“Don’t let him ruin his progress,” you told him the day you left. “Please.”
At that, Thor dredged up enough conscience to feel bad for letting you think he’s been visiting Loki every other day.
You’re proud of him. It’s a good feeling.
He doesn’t want to lose it.
So he smiled and promised to keep his brother company, keep him smiling and healing and that he’ll be in even better shape when you return.
You’ll be back in a week and a half now, and he has yet to cross the threshold.
It’s only after Cap, Tony, and the others come to a decision with the local authorities and task him with breaking the news to Loki that he finally goes to him.
Even still, he doesn’t know where to start.
Loki is on his stomach when Thor walks in, still bedridden and bleeding with exhaustion in his gaunt eyes when he meets his gaze from the doorway.
“Come to gloat?”
His voice is hoarse—missing the tease, the careless grin and sly plot that used to tinge his words. It makes Thor bare his teeth in a slight grimace, wanting to be angry with him, fingers curled tight around the handle of mjolnir.
“I’ve come to...talk.” He clears his throat and takes the first shaky step towards the hospital bed. “We have much to discuss.”
“Well, consider me intrigued.” Loki’s lips curl into a cruel smirk, even smushed into his pillow. “What could we possibly have to talk about?”
“Stop that,” Thor snarls, taking a few more sudden steps towards him. “Now isn’t the time for–for...for you.”
“Ah. In that case, please, pull up a chair.”
He does, glancing around the room. It’s drab, with just one window and a hint of sunlight peeking through the closed blinds. An untouched tray of food sits on the bedside table.
They sit there in silence for too long before Thor speaks.
“You’re a frost giant.”
Loki just gives a hollow laugh. “That’s where you’d like to begin?”
“He lied to me, too,” Thor says. “I thought you were my—I thought you were Asgardian. My whole life.”
“That must have been difficult for you.”
“I—I knew you were different,” he pushes on, electing to ignore that jab, “I could see that, but you...”
“You trusted Odin completely, didn’t you?”
Thor nods slowly. “He’s my father. I...still do.”
At that, his brother turns his head to stare at the wall instead of him. He cut his hair. It’s choppy against his neck—Loki couldn’t have done it himself, not with his shoulder in that state and still in a sling.
“Odin,” comes Loki’s hiss, “raised us to hunt frost giants.”
Thor straightens in his seat, frowning at the back of his brothers head. “He raised us to be warriors, wary of likely enemies.”
“He raised us to kill. He gave you the power to destroy their entire realm.” His head flips over on the pillow to reveal painfully bloodshot eyes, and he shoves a finger at the hammer in Thor’s hands. “Don’t tell me that was benevolence. He took their lifeforce, held a threat over their heads, and called it peace.”
Swallowing thickly, Thor’s gaze drops to the hammer. His next words are out before he can think better of them.
“And yet I wasn’t the one who tried to destroy their realm.”
Loki falls silent again, gaze burning into Thor’s, glistening, his jaw clenched tight. A vein near his temple bulges, and Thor wishes he could take it back. Wishes Loki hadn’t begged him to fight him, hadn’t let go all those months ago.
“Leave,” Loki chokes.
Thor clears his throat. “I came to tell you that the council has come to a decision on your sentence.”
“Leave,” Loki just says again, gathering the sheets in a shaking fist. “Get out.”
“Stark and the Captain spoke with Midgardian authorities, and they decided you must serve a sentence here before being turned over to Asgard.”
“Just passing me around, are you—”
“You broke the law,” Thor grits out, rising to his feet. “You killed people, you destroyed buildings, you tried to destroy an entire realm—”
“And I killed my true father,” Loki hisses, trying to push himself up on the hospital bed. “I abducted Clint Barton and made him kill for me. I let Jotuns into our palace on your coronation day, knowing they craved blood. I lied to Frigga, I stole the throne, I committed treason, I—”
“Then you see what must be done,” Thor cries, flinging a hand towards him. “You know you’re unstable, you need—you need help!”
“I wake up every single day,” he spits, heaving himself into a sitting position, “disappointed that I’m still breathing. I’ve tried to end it, I’ve tried it myself, I’ve even brought that–that mortal into it, and she couldn’t even kill me.”
“Oh, that’s an entirely different discussion—”
“So what is it?” Hunched forward with his arms hugging his knees, Loki stares at him. Those eyes are empty—Thor hoped to at least see pain in them. “What is my punishment? Am I to be executed, or are we saving that special event for Odin and Frigga?”
“Don’t,” Thor growls. His fist tightens around mjolnir. “They still protected you and raised you as their own. You owe them that much.”
Loki gives a hollow, rattling laugh. “Odin raised me like a prize boar for slaughter. He told me. He wanted to use me to unite our realms. I’m no better than the last empty treaty he wrote.”
“He spoke of us as equals,” Thor quietly argues. “Weren’t you happy? As a child? We...we had fun. I know we did.”
Loki swallows thickly, casting his gaze towards the ceiling.
I know we did. The two of them were inseparable, through every phase of their life. Thor’s friends were Loki’s, and the merry little group had centuries of adventures, victories, parties they shared with him. Frigga and Odin had loved the two of them as their sons, as their sons equally. He knows it.
“Can you even fathom your reality being a lie?”
Thor blinks, wishing Loki would look at him.
“No,” Loki laughs softly, “you can’t.”
Thor stands abruptly, knocking his chair over in the process. “You’ll lead a life of misery and disappointment,” he says, “if you keep thinking the worst of everyone. Especially yourself.”
Loki laughs again—it’s missing all humor. “Oh, fuck off.”
“Fine.” Thor stiffens, his jaw clenched painfully. “On behalf of Midgardian officials, you are sentenced to five years imprisonment and full responsibility for damages caused by your insurrection. After those years, you will return to Asgard with me for your trial.”
“Lovely. Looking forward to it.”
That’s the final straw—that, and how Loki closes his eyes and relaxes back onto his pillow, seemingly unbothered.
Thor surges forward with a snarl and grabs Loki by the shoulders, shoving him back against the pillows.
“You could at least pretend to regret this,” he seethes, giving his brother a good shake. “If you even gave our father half of an apology, an explanation, we could move past this.”
Eyes wide but jaw firmly set, Loki struggles against him, trying to wrench his injured arm from Thor’s grip. “Oh, please,” he grunts, “it’s been nearly a year since I came back from the dead. Neither of my so-called parents have expressed the slightest interest in seeing me.”
Thor’s grip tightens—Loki grits his teeth, biting back a whimper of pain as his fingertips dig into a barely scabbed wound.
“I wanted to apologize to you,” Thor admits, his chest heaving with the effort of holding Loki pinned. “But I don’t know if you even want that. Or deserve it.”
“Let go of me.”
He doesn’t.
Still writhing, Loki’s lips curl back, and he throws his head forward, bracing for the inevitable pain. His forehead hits Thor’s chin with a loud crack, and Thor staggers back with a shout—Loki’s not in much better shape, blinking rapidly to clear the spots that blur his vision.
“Five years,” Loki hisses, “is nothing to you and I.”
“Your true punishment will be from Asgard,” Thor replies harshly, a hand to his jaw as he stumbles towards the door. “Don’t get too comfortable.”
“Well, when we go home,” Loki spits, his hands shaking, “Maybe I’ll burn that place to the ground.”
A request for headcanon sunday: Tiny reader x Loki (anal)
He playfully picks on her because she is small. So she says just because « I’m small doesn’t mean I can’t take you»
I hope this makes sense.
Thank you for your request! I’ve adapted my request guidelines so I won’t be accepting any specificities to the reader from now on (so more people can identify with my writing) so I hope you don’t mind that I adapted this idea for a reader who is smaller than Loki by comparison, so the plot could remain more or less the same and I could still write it!
Sinday is here! Send me your scenarios for headcanons or ideas for drabbles about my fics, I’ll be writing all day!
You’d been trying to convince him for days
“Please, sir. You know I can take it.”
But the problem was, Loki didn’t.
Ever since you two started this little... affair, he’d been infatuated with your eagerness to please him
Always willing to go the extra mile
Or simply try something new
But you were still only human
And not only was he Asgardian, he was also Jotun
His cock was much longer and thicker than anything you’d taken before you met him
And even if you managed to be able to forget how hard it was for him to penetrate you for the first time, he couldn’t keep it off his mind
(if only for the fact that it still got him hard whenever he remembered how long he had to spend slowly inching in and out of you, feeding his cock to your hungry pussy tortuously for what felt like hours)
“But you’re so sensitive, little dove,” he tried to calm you down by brushing the hair away from your face, piercing eyes settled on yours
“Do you remember when you first tried to suck on my cock?”
You could barely fit the head on your mouth
Your frustrated groans were enough to give him the stimulation he was missing from having your tongue on just one part of his member
While his condescending head pats or soft slaps in your cheek were enough to make your panties soaked
“I can do it,” you insisted, voice becoming whinier by the second
“I don’t think you can,” Loki countered, getting off on your persistence
But then you got as close to him as possible, cute little frown on your face, lips pouted, and tested him
“Try me,” you ordered.
And well... Loki was a sucker for a challenge.
That’s how you ended up on your stomach, with his hands softly rubbing your back, his cock slowly but surely stretching your puckered hole.
“See what I meant, little dove?” He’d tease, knowing you were on the edge of your patience from the arousal that slicked down your thighs
“Now it’s too late to back down,” he warned you, taking sick pleasure on your desperate pleas for more.
“I’m only going to stop once I’m buried to the hilt in this perfect ass of yours, so I hope you like the feeling of my cock inside your hole.”
