you: *opens your eyes to see a green snake with a black belly with gold on it's head and other parts of it's body as it cosied up to you* hello you, where did you come from?
snake: *licks your nose affectionately*
thor: *bursts into the room* (name) have you seen- *sees the snake, notices the distinct colour pattern and smiles*
you: seen who?
thor: nevermind, i was looking for loki but i msut be mistaken to think he'd come here. *winks at the snake*
snake: *smacks itself with it's tail against it's head*
you: oookaaayyy...good luck finding him i guess.
thor: i shall! *leaves*
you: *you look down at the snake on your lap* you're not exactly sutble you know.
loki: blame that big oaf for the lack of being subtle my darling, i would've gotten away with it too.
loki would peel the orange, even if you weren’t sick.
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m!loki/gn!reader. sick!fic. no use of y/n. established relationship. self indulgent because i have the immune system of a walnut. reader just wants an orange. loki isn't the worst caretaker. gross overuse of fluff/comfort. wc: 1.1k
the morning starts out slow.
the way you like it, with nothing important on the schedule until after ten a.m.
the ease grants you the opportunity to go through your morning routine slowly, which is nice, considering that the longer you're vertical, the more it feels like you were hit by a bus during the night.
you attempt to ignore it: the lingering scratchiness in the back of your throat and the watering in your eyes. you focus instead on the breakfast you'd been excited for.
but even putting the cinnamon rolls into the oven leaves you feeling as if you need to sit down.
it's just allergies, you tell yourself.
you make it another hour, sluggishly moving about the house, before you finally give in to the temptation of bed.
you bury yourself underneath a mountain of blankets, pulling the extra quilts from the hallway closet. your body feels chilled, but every time you brush a hand against your face there's warmth.
it'll pass, you think, turning closer into your pillow.
sleep comes intermittently.
unsure of the hours, you'd blink your eyes open, thinking it's time to get up.
but you stay, curled into the bed, tangled in sheets. your head felt blurry, and your brain felt like it was wrapped in cotton.
when the door opens, it's so quiet that you're barely aware of it. you don't bother opening your eyes—you know it's loki, would know him with or without your sight.
he moves across the room slowly, with measured footsteps, as if he were aware of the pounding at the base of your skull.
he stops just shy of the bed, dropping to one knee. you shift, the barest offering of proof of life.
"i’ll get up in a moment," you mumble.
"you will not," he answers, voice firm. not disappointed. loki's hand dips underneath the blankets, stopping before he makes contact with your forehead. "can i?"
you hum your consent, then feel the press of his palm against your skin. he's always felt cooler to you, but the contrast between his skin and your skin now is even more obvious with your fever.
loki sucks a breath through his teeth. "you're burning up."
you mumble a reply, incomprehensible, nudging closer to his hand.
"why didn't you call for me?" he asks. he doesn't move away.
"you always come back," you murmur. "i'm fine. just sleepy."
in your mind, you can see loki rolling his eyes.
you feel his thumb stroke across your forehead, hear him speak something in a low voice. then you feel the coolness travel from his hand to your chest without him moving.
"feels nice," you tell him, eyelids cracking open. he's eye-level with you, not bothered by being on the floor still. you can see his brow furrowed, a classic sign of his thinking.
“you’re welcome.” he slides his fingers through your hair, gently combing through the few tangles. when he reaches the end, he starts over. "what do you need?" he asks.
you think on it for a moment.
you wanted a lot of things: for the pressure behind your eyes to ease up. to be able to breathe through your left nostril. for your body to decide between hot and cold.
you settle for something practical:
"an orange," you supply.
"an orange?" he repeats.
in another mood, one sans fever, you would comment on the rise of his eyebrow. in another mood, you would've already gone to the kitchen and perused your refrigerator for your own needs.
but your current-self was buried under a mountain of blankets, unmoved for several hours. you could hardly bear the thought of disturbing the system you had made.
you nod, sleepily, eyes fluttering shut from the effort.
there's a small tut, in response.
then the sound of him shifting, and footsteps that drift from the bedroom, to the hallway, and out of earshot.
he can't have been gone longer than five minutes—long enough for you to burrow back into your blanket pile—before reentering the room.
the smell of citrus blossoms in the bedroom.
you open your eyes again, watching as loki carries a bowl and a chair to the bedside. he sits, bowl in his lap, and your nose crinkles.
"you're gonna get sick if you sit so close."
"i thought you said you were fine?"
you make another small, grumpy noise, pulling the covers over your shoulders. loki laughs, settling into the chair until his knees nudge against the mattress.
“rise, little mortal,” he says fondly. “i brought your sustenance.”
you comply, just barely, pushing yourself into a sitting position. three quilts fall away in the process, pooling in your lap.
“ah. there you are.” loki's hair is pulled back, sleeves pushed up, and he looks completely unbothered by the disheveled look you assume you're sporting.
you hum softly, tiredly, your voice unused from a day of lying in bed. "i could've gotten an orange myself," you say.
"i know," loki replies. the patience in his voice is a tone you're not used to hearing him use—but it's practiced, like he'd been waiting to speak gently. "but i got it for you anyway. here," he says, picking up an orange slice and holding it out to you.
you take his offering, fingers brushing against his.
you notice that the bowl has enough slices to equal two oranges, each one bared of even the pith.
it's clear that loki's taken his time in preparing the bowl for you. the realization outweighs the feeling of congestion in your chest.
"thank you." it doesn't feel like enough to say, but it's all you have. you take a bite of the orange, the juice immediately filling your mouth. it's like heaven in a fruit, exactly what you needed.
"of course." loki's hand finds your thigh, giving it a small squeeze through the blankets. “scoot over.”
you open your mouth to protest, but loki speaks before you can—"my immune system is impenetrable. scoot."
you move, creating room for loki on the bed.
he climbs in, over the covers, boots already kicked off. with one hand he grabs the bowl from the bedside table, lifting his other hand in a gesture meant for you to come closer.
there's no fight left in your body.
you curl into him like you were waiting for an invitation, letting the weight of his arm blanket over you. loki crosses his ankles, leaning into the pillows at his back, making himself comfortable in the disaster of the bed.
the moment is quiet. paused.
then he lifts another slice from the bowl, offering it to you.
you accept with a sniffle, chewing and swallowing before resting your cheek against his chest. with bleary eyes, you ask where he'd gone earlier that morning.
loki replies, speaking in a quiet voice, using silver-tongued words to elaborate his mundane task of errand running.
at some point you drift off, the feeling of his fingers tracing shapes into your spine lulling you into a quiet slumber.
Helloooo one thing first have you seen the art you do, I mean it makes me want to chefs kiss god you are incredible marry me and second could you make a story where his wife prepares dinner for them after a day of being very tired that it is their favorite or from their country of origin that they like and they get sentimental or spicy you can decide with Marc Snuffy, Lavinho, Loki, Chris Prince, Noel Noa, Ego Jinpachi, Barou, Yukimiya, Reo, Nagi, Kaiser, Chigiri and Shidou and Bunny Iglesias (I know it's a long list sorry my life) if you want you can remove my lover and take care, eat well, drink water and sleep well muac muac
⋆˚꩜｡welcome home || snuffy, loki, noa, and lavinho
part 2 -> click here!
゛a/n ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ this is so cute! i got another request silimar to this one so there will be multiple parts<3
゛cw ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ fluff, suggestive, fem reader, established relationship, aged up
Snuffy let out a breath of relief once he made it to his front porch. Bag in hand as he unlocked the door and walked in. Immediately being hit with the familiar smell of home.
“Cuore mio?” He called softly, his eyes looking around mindlessly. His body became more sluggish due to being in the comfort of his home.
You peaked your head out from the kitchen and smiled. Walking over to him after folding your apron and placing it aside.
Snuffy was quick to embrace you, burying his face into your hair, taking in your smell as if he had been away for years and needed a refresher.
“Welcome home honey.” You greeted with a bright smile, your eyes softening at the sight of exhaustion on your husband’s face. “The team worked you over time huh?” You hummed as Snuffy sighed.
“Yeah- hey what’s that smell?” He took notice of the familiar smell once more. Realizing quickly it wasn’t just the normal smell of their home.
He watched your eyes brighten and take his hand in your own, dragging him to the dining room.
“Take a seat, I’ll be right back!”
Snuffy sat at the table, curiously watching you run into the kitchen. Not even a minute passed before you came back, a bowl in hand walking carefully to the table.
“Huh, what did you make?” He questioned looking up at you curiously. You smiled and placed the food on the table, his eyes widening at the nostalgic sight.
“Cuore mio you didn’t…” He muttered as you let out a giggle.
In front of Snuffy was a bowl of stuffat tal-fenek, a dish that was often served back in his childhood home.
You left once more before coming back with unopened wine and a basket of bread to complete the dinner display.
You sat down beside him as he took your hand in his. Raising your knuckles to his lips, keeping eye contact as he looked at you lovingly.
“I love you…” He whispered as your heart melted from his words. His lips grazed over your wedding ring, the same ring he slipped onto your finger only ten years ago.
“Ma chérie, I’m home.”
You turned just finishing with setting the dinner table hearing your husband’s words. Loki had followed the sound of your footsteps, walking into the room and noticing the dinner you had made.
“Ah Julian.” You breathed walking to him and looping your arms around his neck. Your husband’s exhausted eyes looked over the food, taking in the sight of a familiar dish from his home country.
“Boeuf Bourguignon?” he questioned–mainly to himself as you smiled, pulling back from the small embrace, keeping your arms around him. “Your favorite right?”
You thought it would be nice to make the dish considering the two of you hadn’t had it since your wedding night.
Loki turned his attention back to you and kissed you slowly yet lovingly. You melted into the kiss as he pulled you closer to him, your bodies melting together where you stood.
“It must’ve taken you all day… did you rest?” He questioned looking you over as his hand came to rest against your cheek.
Leaning into his touch you nodded, “Yes Julian, I rested. Let’s eat so you can rest as well.”
Listening to your words he brought you to the table, splitting apart to sit in separate seats. Comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you ate dinner. Loki kept his hand on your thigh, caressing your skin gently as he used his free hand to eat.
“This is delicious…” He complimented wiping his face with a napkin as his dish was empty. His wine glass only had around two or three sips left.
“I’m glad, there is plenty left if you want seconds.” You replied with a sweet smile, still eating your first bowl. “I’m good for now, thank you.”
Your husband walked through the door, duffel bag in hand as he slipped his shoes off silently. Soft hums danced through his ears as the smell of food was drawn in by his nose.
The white-haired man walked further into the shared home, his eyes catching sight of you preparing dinner with a warm smile.
He let out a soft sigh, the smell registering in his mind as his heart skipped realizing what dish you were currently making.
“Coq au Vin Blanc…” Noel murmured, wrapping his arms around you from behind. His lips left kisses in their wake around your neck. Being slightly ticklish you laughed and tilt your head to look at him slightly.
“Welcome home Noel.” You greet sweetly as he hummed and pulled you closer to him. Even though he wasn’t much of a people person, the fact he could come home after a tiring day to the sight of his wife cooking for him and waiting for him made most days worth it.
“You did all of this for me?” He whispered as you nodded, your breath hitching from his touch on your hips–the sound of his husky voice echoing in your mind.
“Of course, you’ve been working so hard as of late. I thought you needed a nice meal.”
Your response made the male groan, his grip tightening. He wasn’t sure he would be able to make it through dinner. He needed you so bad already.
You turned looking up at him with innocent, willing love that made it even harder for him to hold back.
“Let’s eat dinner quickly…”
You laughed and just went along with his words not entirely sure what the gleam in his eyes was coming from.
“I’m home!”
You heard your husband’s exclaim making a smile grow on your features. Calling back that you were in the kitchen, Lavinho quickly made his way to you. His long arms slinking around your body as he hugged you tightly.
Rocking the two of you back and forth before he paused, noticing the meal you had made.
“Ah, no way!” He happily stated a smirk forming on his face. He lifted you into the air and spun you around.
“You’re the best.” He groaned as you laughed from his actions. Lavinho and you had quite an energetic relationship. Almost fast pace some would say considering you were childhood sweethearts and got married two years ago.
“So when did you learn how to make feijoada?” Lavinho questioned setting you down on the ground as you plated the food. “I’ve been taking some classes–there’s still so many dishes I haven’t learned yet.”
Lavinho loved you and your passion for cooking. The wedding was small and you made all the food for it. Even though he tried to have you rest and relax on your special day. But he knew the food probably wouldn’t have been as good if you weren’t the one making it.
After dinner Lavinho helped clean up the kitchen and then quickly picked you up and carried you to the bedroom.
You giggled knowing exactly what was about to happen. Your husband loved expressing his affection for you physically. And you knew that was exactly what he was about to do.
Soft!Dark!Loki would be your friend first and not directly confess. His overbearing protectiveness and constant checking in on you would have you questioning his motives.
Soft!Dark!Loki would gaslight himself into thinking that he had a regular crush on you but that all changed the more he’d see you interacting with Mobius.
Soft!Dark!Loki would tell you that he had been "assigned" to every one of your solo TVA missions as backup. However, you found out a few weeks down the line that he was lying.
Soft!Dark!Loki doesn't like it when you start distancing yourself from him and resorts to moving into the room across from your living quarters.
Due to Loki constantly following you everywhere, you left early to one of your missions, deliberately making sure to not go to your normal hang-out spots. You vanish and minutes pass, the worry growing in Soft!Dark!Loki 's mind as he searches for you in multiple places. His heart beat rapidly when he could not find an atom of your presence anywhere. Rushing towards your mission location, Soft!Dark!Loki 's heart broke when he found your unconscious body on scene.
While you were still healing from your injuries, you randomly caught a cold and Soft!Dark!Loki slept beside you all day and night to make sure nothing happened to you.
☆ day twenty-one: loki ☆
— marvel loki x gn!reader with the following prompt: star-gazing and one of them knows all about the constellations above
w/c: 456 words
a/n: i'd say this is a blurb ♡ i made him such a nerd so sorry for ooc behaviors. it's just. yes. also... I used this link here to get a lot of the information used and tried to do a bit of research to correlate the facts. If there's something inherently wrong and you can pinpoint it, please don't hesitate to message me so I can correct it. I did try my best to focus on things visible in early/mid-April and stars/constellations that had significance in actual Norse mythology. :) Of course the link is to a blog post and I know it's not a primary source, but it's fanfiction. We will survive.
click here for the original event post.
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Head tilted just right, eyes focused on the sky, you hardly noticed when he sat down to join you. You had come out here after a long night of no sleep, and of course the one man you were trying to avoid decided to come along. But you say nothing—you do not object. You merely continue on in your search of the stars, observant gaze lacking in true knowledge of what lay before you.
He followed your line of sight.
Loki found the constellation you were looking at and softly huffed in amusement. The chill of the early April night seeped through the fabric of your jacket as he began to speak.
"Are you looking at Orion or the constellation beside it?" he asked, pointing in the direction he believed you to be searching. "Fiskikarlar," he said. "Fishermen. Orion's belt. Look up to the right, where the bright star is? That is Ulf's Keptr. Mouth of the Wolf. I do believe your humans call it Hyades. I also hear they refer to it as a... star cluster."
You had expected him to come to you, crude and as aggravating as he had been the past few weeks, but... ah, hell. Your expectations had been thrown to the wind.
"What makes a star cluster?" he asked, more or less to the wind. He didn't expect an answer. "And then, of course, if you look that way... you have the Ursa Major. The Great Bear."
You tilted your head curiously as it took you a moment to find it. "Huh. It... looks like a bear."
"I do believe that's the point," he snorted softly, looking down at you. "You do not look at the stars often, do you?"
You blinked slowly before shrugging. "I do look at the stars. I just don't know much about them. I wish I knew more."
Loki sat up a bit straighter. He could do that. He knew so much of the stars, and while the rest of the world would never know the secretive love he kept for them, he would tell you in a heartbeat.
"You know the Big Dipper?"
"Of course I know the Big Dipper."
"Karlvagn. Man's chariot. Also a part of the Ursa Major. Many referred to it as Odin's chariot, but not so much anymore."
You turned to face him, raising a brow. "Is there one for you, then?"
"I have no constellation, no, but the humans once deemed me righteous enough to be the star of Lokabrenna."
"It's not ringing a bell."
"Sirius."
"Seriously?"
Loki rolled his eyes, returning his gaze to the stars above. His silence stretched on for a long, tense minute before he relented, allowing your terrible pun to hit home.
Summary: After what happened in New York in 2012, Loki got the punishment that someone has to be by his side all the time. To his luck that person is you. When a party a guy flirts with you, Loki can't handle his jealousy and pull you into his room to claim you as his
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, p in v, unprotected sex, r riding Loki, explicit language (I think that's all)
Word count: 1912
Author's note: I know I'm late with many fics and I'm sorry for that. They're slowly coming, I'm working on them. I don't know whether I hate this one or not. Anyway, hope you'll like this one
Author's note2: not proofread. Also English is not my first language so maybe there will be mistakes.
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After what happened in New York in 2012, when Loki attacked the Earth, and Thor brought him back to Asgard, Odin was quick to decide about his punishment. He can't leave Asgard, and he has to be under watch all the time. This meant that someone will be by his side all the time. Loki wanted to protest, that he doesn't need someone to follow him around, especially not some maid or something. But Odin didn't give him a choice. It was already decided. And for once Loki knew that it was useless to argue. He didn't wanna make his situation worse.
But when he learned who's the person who will follow him around, he realized that maybe this punishment is not that bad. But only because it was you. And you were the only person in the whole universe that he liked. Really liked. Maybe more than he should.
Loki and Thor knew you since you were all kids. But you were always closer to Loki. Maybe because your powers were similar to his. Just like him, you created illusions too to trick people. Maybe, that's why you got close. Because you tricked people together, especially Thor. He was the main victim of your mischief. Until Thor had enough as you all grew up and found new friends.
Then as the ladies started noticing Thor. Always Thor and never Loki. But Loki didn't care. He had you. He always had you. You understand him like no one else. Maybe that's why he slowly fell for you. But he would never admit that to anyone. Especially not to you. Or maybe he thought he never will.
But as the time passed, Loki couldn't help but notice how much you changed. Well, how much your body changed as you grew up. And he wasn’t the only one who noticed how beautiful you're. He didn't like that other men started noticing you two. He downright hated it. He wanted you all to himself. Luckily, you weren’t interested in any of the guys who tried to get your attention.
So, he was happy about this. That he had your full attention. Until one thing changed everything. It was just an accident that you and Loki found out that he's a frost giant. It happened when the frost giant broke into Asgard. You two got attacked and Loki stepped in front of you to protect you from a frost giant. But as the frost giant touched Loki's arm, nothing happened. He didn't get hurt. So, after Odin's and Thor's win against the frost giant, Loki confronted Odin about it. That's when he told you the whole story. That Loki's one of them. That was the day that everything changed.
You still tried to be there for Loki to comfort him, tell him that he's still the person you have known for years. But he didn't believe you. He just pushed you away from him. No matter how hard you tried, he kept pushing you away. But after months you gave up. You can’t be there for him, if he doesn't want you there. So, you stopped seeing him. You knew it's for the better. To give him some space. You knew that if he wants, he'll come to you. And you'll be happily there for him again. Even if it hurts you now.
But that was years ago. So, when you heard that Loki is back in Asgard, you didn't wanna believe it. You only knew that he left and went to Earth. Nothing else. You didn't even bother to ask anyone. That's why you were surprised when a guard showed up at your house and led you to Odin. And the king of Asgard explained to you everything that Loki did. Then he asked you to be the person who watches over Loki because he maybe listens to you and because you can control him in some ways.
You didn't exactly like how he worded it, but you agreed to do it anyway. But not for Thor and especially not for Odin. You only agreed because you wanted to see Loki, because you missed him. That's how you ended up now, in his room.
"Y/n? What are you doing here?" he asked when you walked in.
"I came to keep an eye on you, so you won't get in trouble" you said and flopped down next to him on his bed.
"So, you're my babysitter now? At least, I get someone normal."
"I'll take this as a compliment" you said and turned your face to look at him.
"Are you gonna try to control my every move like they expect it?" he asked as he turned to face you too.
"Do you want me to?" you asked back with a smile. You answer and your smile made him smile too. This was one of the reasons he liked you. You never wanted to control him or change him.
"No" he answered quickly when he realized he was staring for too long.
"You know... I missed you" you admitted.
"You did?" he asked shocked. He didn't expect that you'll say that you miss him. Of course he missed you too. But after he pushed you away, he was sure that you never wanna see him again.
"Yeah" you said.
"I missed you too" he said to himself. He couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.
The next weeks, Loki was actually thankful for this kind of punishment. He didn't mind that you were following him around. It was the opposite. He loved that you spent most of the time with him. He was glad that he finally had you back in his life. Maybe, previously he pushed you away but now, he would do anything to keep you by his side.
Tonight, it was different though. There was a celebration party. For Thor winning a battle again. This meant that you and Loki had to show up too, even if neither of you wanted. But you two didn't stay long. Because when Loki overheard that a man asked you for a dance, he quickly grabbed your hand and dragged you to his room without saying anything.
Once the door shut behind you, you opened your mouth to question him. But before you could say anything he pushed you against the door and pressed his lips against yours. At first, your eyes widened in surprise but then you melted into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to his body while he started taking steps backwards towards his bed, pulling you with him. He didn't break the kiss a second, as he fell back on the bed and pulled you on top of him. As you straddled his hips, your dress rode up on your thighs and he moved his hands from your waist to your bare legs.
You pulled back from the kiss and stared down at him. But after you get some air, you immediately went back to kissing him. Meanwhile his hands inched higher on your legs, moving under your dress. He agonizingly slowly pushed your dress higher, until the fabric settled around your waist and his hands settled on your hips.
His eyes drifted down from your face to your soaked panties, and he had to bite back a groan.
"Fuck" you heard him curse and felt as he got harder under you. You smiled wickedly and grinded down on his hardness just to tease him, to torture him "You know exactly what you doing to me, right?"
"Maybe" you said and pressed down against him more firmly. He even felt your wetness against his hard cock through all the layers of clothes.
His hands moved to your panties from your hips, and with a quick movement he ripped it in half and tossed the pieces aside. You lifted off him a little, only to free his hard cock from his tight leather pants. Then he pulled you back down on him. You rocked your hips back and forth to coat his cock in your arousal to use as lubricant.
"You're so fucking wet, princess. All this for me" he said in a low voice, and you had to bite your lip to stop any sounds that want to escape from you.
You shifted on top of him again and lined up his tip to your folds. You were so wet that the tip slid inside you easily. You slowly wanted to lower yourself down onto him, but he had other plans because he grabbed your hips and yanked you down with one, quick movement. This time neither of you could stop the sounds from escaping. You groaned at how big he was and how he was stretching you out, and he groaned at how tight you were.
"You're tighter than I imagined" he muttered under his breath and your walls fluttered around him at his words.
Once you get used to his size, you started moving. First, just slowly rocking your hips against his, slowly moving up and down on his cock. But when his hands tightened around you, urging you to move faster, you couldn’t help but oblige. You picked up the pace and started riding him faster.
With every move, you felt as the tip of his cock brush your g-spot. His thrusts met your downward strokes, hitting your sweet spot over and over again.
You felt as the knot that was forming in your lower stomach from early, start to get tighter every time he hit your g-spot. Then you felt as one of his hands left your hips and slid it between your bodies. The pad of his thumb found your clit, and he started drawing circles on the sensitive nub. At first, he drew small, slow circles which made you moan his name and ride him even faster. Then as you picked up the pace, you felt that he twitched inside you, signaling that he's just as close to the edge as you're. So, he drew faster, firmer circles on your clit and you walls fluttered around him at the sensation. He was determined to make you come faster.
"I'm close..." you moaned and threw your head back in pleasure. Your movements slowed down and your legs started shaking at his side.
"Yeah... I can feel it, princess. I'm close too" he said breathless and he helped you keep moving. "Cum for me, princess. Cum in my cock"
That was all you needed. The moment those words left his mouth, you moaned and your walls clamped down on him as you cum all over his cock. But he was following soon, your moan pushing him over the edge, and he groaned as he buried himself to the halt inside you, spilling his hot, white ropes of cum inside you, painting you walls with it.
You stayed like that for a while, your legs still shaking at his sides while you were both breathing heavily, hearts racing, your bodies covered in sweat. After your breathing turned normal and your racing heart slowed down you rolled off of him. But he quickly reached out and pulled you to his side.
You both turned your heads towards the other at the same time and leaned in for a kiss.
"I like you" you murmured against his lips.
"Yeah. I guessed that" he muttered "I like you too" he whispered before he kissed you again.
can you guess what musical inspired this lmfao (NSFW)
loki breaks away from the kiss, growling filthy praises as he fucks his cum back into you.
underneath the candlelit chandelier, she's trembling, and he relishes in the shy, dazed look on her face as his cock thrusts in and out of her twitching, dripping hole. shaky hands grab anywhere they can on his chest and back, and while he loves that she's too blissed out to even know what to do with herself, he can't have her losing her mind so early into the evening.
"fuck, you're perfect," he hisses, leaning down to capture her lips once more.
the nobility can't do anything but stare as he pulls her down tighter onto his lap, littering kisses all over her already marked neck as she whimpers out his name like a prayer. he gives them all a terrifying glare that freezes them all in place in spite of the debauchery happening before them.
"you all said she was incapable of giving me an heir," he hisses out. "well, she's doing a good fucking job taking it all right now, isn't she?"
loki flips her over, pressing a little kiss to the side of her hip as a silent apology for being so rough. but rough is all he can be when someone has sullied the name of his bride.
"maybe you rich scum need to remember who you're spitting this nonsense about."
he snakes a hand around her waist, pulling her up to her knees, her back against his bare chest. her eyes widen as she comes face to face with the men of the nobility.
loki smirks at her flustered expression, slowing his thrusts and holding her still against him, leaning in to drawl in her ear softly. "still with me, angel?"
"u-uhuh," she whines softly, trying to close her legs. but loki has none of that and gently traces two fingers over her spread, twitching folds. "ah- loki- they'll see-"
"let them see." he whispers darkly, and the lust in his voice makes her whimper and sink into his touch obediently; he rewards her with a little kiss to her nose.
he turns to their audience, and his voice becomes loud and commanding. "i couldn't care less if you respect me, but i suggest you respect the princess of asgard should you wish to keep your sorry heads."
his finger work their magic on her little bud and the wettest noises echo through the meeting hall along with her song-like sounds of pleasure. her eyes water from the intensity of the pleasure he's giving her with every inch of his being.
"l-loki-" she gasps. "s-so much-"
"i know," he chuckles, groaning in pleasure as her tight cunt milks him for all he's worth.
loki lifts his hand up to his mouth and licks her juices off his fingers. she hears a loud thump-- one of the nobles fainted in shock. and the elder next to him mumbles something about the new royals turning the palace into a brothel. big mistake.
the words are barely out of his mouth before an enchanted emerald dagger flies right into his heart and he doubles over, good as dead. the rest of their audience stares at his bleeding corpse in horror, thankfully not witnessing how for some twisted reason, that made her body warm and her eyes glaze over in lust.
oh gods, he just killed for me.
she scraems his name as her climax rains down on her at that exact moment, her cunt clenching helplessly and her body slumping against loki's as she orgasms for the nth time that night.
loki growls, holding her twitching form still against him as he breeds her full, his cum leaking out of her used little hole. he slips out of her, and pulls her into his lap, kissing her deeply to soothe the aftermath of their passion.
"i think they've seen enough," he whispers cockily, and she hides her face in his neck shyly. "maybe we could continue this without some leering old men in the equation~"
the nobility are snapped back to reality as loki comes down from the throne with her in his arms-- wrapped in his cloak with a dazed, blissed out look on her face, kicking the elder's body as he walks past it without a second thought.
he turns back around, and with a sinister green glow in his eyes, whispers the last words these pathetic men will hear, as the massive chandelier falls just above where the horrified nobility stand.
"this will teach the kingdom not to insult the royal family... especially the princess."
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A/N: yes im still alive im not a healthcare ceo lol
Summary: Loki escapes the TVA for a moment. Desperate and brokenhearted, he looks for you, his wife, in the Sacred Timeline. Even if you saw him die ten years ago.
Word count: 3.9k.
Warnings: LOTS of angst, some fluff, spoilers of Loki series in general. Language. Maybe I'm not getting how the branches work oops. This is right after the end of 2x02 and before 2x03. My English is also a warning, just in case.
Notes: while looking on the tags I checked a post of someone asking for a TVA Loki fic where he finds the reader but her Loki died in IW (not canon in my head btw). So I wrote it because is such a great idea, but I can't find the original post... ;-; anyway hope you like this!
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It's harder to stay...
Wasn't this situation hard enough? Sylvie was right. She had a point. But Loki wanted to do the right thing. Maybe he would find a chance... Again, right? Probably he would make the proper decisions this time.
The TVA was already fucked up, and with it, the thousands of timelines and lives in danger within them. Sometimes, it looked like it didn't matter. In the end, they were trying to fix something that was already broken.
Loki let out a deep breath he didn't realise was holding and walked to talk directly to his partner, Mobius.
"I need a favor," Loki mumbled, so the grey-haired man would be the only person to hear his voice.
Mobius met his eyes. He knew that gaze, it meant he was up to something. "What kind of favor?"
The god motioned Mobius to step away from the newly acknowledged variants and far away from what B-15 was witnessing. The branches were pruned from the whole existence; thousands and millions of lifes lost to the void in just the blink of an eye. Loki knew he had to do something before it got worst. Something for himself.
"I need to go the Sacred Timeline," Loki announced.
"Are you nuts?" Mobius scolded, in the same low voice tone Loki had used.
"Is just- listen, it's something I have to do. I really need to go back there. Need to see someone, make sure everything is okay," Loki insisted.
During all the times Loki showed he was desperate, Mobius was sure this was the peak of all of them. He wasn't explaning more than necessary, he looked serious, and his voice was crisp. Loki knew what he wanted at that moment. Mobius sighed, his hands finding the pockets of his pants, unsure of Loki's request.
"So it's personal..."
"A little, yeah," Loki nodded.
"Promise it'll be quick," Mobius said, taking off the TemPad from his pocket and his hand stopped in the air before the object could lay in the god's grip. "Don't make me regret this."
"I won't."
2029, Sacred Timeline
When Loki arrived to his destination, the nerves got the best from him. New York looked no different from the last time he was there. Shifting his usual clothes he wore at the TVA, he chose a plain suit to go undercover, or at least decided he would try to, considering he was a criminal once in Midgard.
But as he walked through the halls of the familiar building he met decades ago, he didn't really care. He longed for something else. Better say, someone. And it was you.
You, who met him in the past right after Thor's banishment, and even helped him to find the Teseract, only to give up to SHIELD and those idiots that people called 'The Avengers'. Of course his heart hurted for a long time, but Loki tried to deny the feelings blooming inside and instead, he just decided to walk away from you, even if that meant hurting you. It was the best.
At least that was what he believed until he checked further his file; the file that Mobius had prepared for him. His life. Even after what he did to your people and planet, you still held no grudges. And Thor was good enough to seek for yours and the sorcerer's, Stephen Strange, help once Hela appeared in their lives.
Loki would never forget the loving look in your beautiful eyes when you saw him again, after years of parting ways. He really paid attention to you while watching his file, and he found there was only love, protection, and care in you. All for him. Someone who didn't deserve it, he thought.
He felt grateful at least he had the pleasure to enjoy happiness for a moment. Even if that meant Asgard was destroyed. Loki already lost his mother, his father, and he almost lost his brother. He couldn't stand losing you either. The simple idea of living without you - even if he didn't know you further than your Loki did - was unbearable pain.
So while in the ship on the way to Midgard with the asgardians and survivors of the Ragnarok, you held a cozy, small wedding when he asked you to marry him. This was one of the parts Loki would replay again and again from his file, with disbelief that he was actually happy and joyful, enjoying a good time with you, his brother, and all the asgardians who survived. Loki felt full of hope after your wedding, thinking fate had better things to come with you as an oficial part of his life.
Unfortunately, it didn't last long, thanks to the Mad Titan. As his steps got near your door, the memory of his brother and your figure mourning on his lifeless body appeared on his mind. It was an image he couldn't erase that easily. Probably, he would never forget that was his original destiny all the way. That was meant to be. And for now, he could not change it.
Loki stopped outside your apartment. He took a deep breath and raised his shaking hand to reach the doorbell. He waited for a moment, not knowing if seconds or minutes went by, it felt eternal. Until the door opened and he saw you.
The bright smile you had on your lips faded away. Your eyes flooded with tears, your forehead was furrowed, and still, Loki thought you were the most beautiful creature in all the Nine Realms.
"Hi..." Loki barely whispered, his eyes were glossy and a single tear also ran down his pale cheek.
You were clearly in shock. You wanted to get closer and finally touch him, to feel him physically. But even if you wanted to move to take his hand to confirm it wasn't a trick of your ruined mind, your body was stiff and your feet were glued to the ground.
"Is this an illusion?" you trembled.
All Loki could do was shaking his head, before muttering. "No..."
"Loki, I saw you die..."
Tears ran down your face, denying to yourself that this was real. That this was really happening to you. And your mind started to wonder all the possible scenarios and reasons on why him, the god of mischief, the only person you loved dearly with all your mind, body and soul, was standing right in front of your door even if he was gone for you... Long gone now. And that couldn't be undone.
"I know you did, my love."
You tried to smile, even a little bit, as he pronounced those words so dearly. Loki came closer to your figure, carefully placing a trembling hand on your cheek, feeling the tears flowing on your skin. You leaned into his touch, with a simpering smile. Such was the effect you had on him, that a silly smile he also had on his lips.
And you realized Loki was so real... His touch, his heat, his smile, his scent, the way he would hold you... Everything about him was exactly as you remembered. You felt his lips brushing softly against yours, gentle and hesitant, and instantly, you melted into a slow kiss, sure knowing that Loki would taste the salt of your tears running down your face. Leaning in closer as the space between would allow you, you savoured each second your breaths allowed, longing to remain right there for eternity. For all time. Always.
"But now I am here... and I can explain," he whispered once you separated your lips from his in the sweetest way.
You let out a soft chuckle. "Mind to enlighten me, oh, god of mischief?"
Finally you guided him inside your apartment. That old apartment Loki saw his other self visiting a couple of times before you were something. It still had your vibe around it and he loved it. He felt like he was at home after a very long time. Once you closed the door, his arms wrapped around your figure, and you let yourself cry, pressing against his chest and with a tight grip of your hands on his coat.
"You don't have any idea of how much I have missed you all these years," you sobbed and his heart shrank on his chest. "I kept wishing every night and every day to be me instead of you."
"My love," he said softly, separating a little and cupping your cheeks with his warm hands. His eyes were red now because of the tears he was holding back again. "Don't say that... It was supposed to happen."
"What?" you mumbled.
Your hands found his wrists and you pulled his palms away from your cheeks. However you kept the contact with him, you just needed to touch him, to feel he was in the flesh. He was alive right now, wasn't he?
"Look, I am not your Loki. I know what you did, what the Avengers did after Thanos-" his voice broke just a bit but he continued. "I know everything. I just couldn't resist knowing there was someone for me, out there in the Nine Realms, capable to love me for who I am," Loki explained as he watched your face. Was it disappointment? Confusion? He didn't know, but he had to tell you the truth.
Your voice came out as a barely audible whisper. "So... you are saying... you're another Loki? Another him?"
He nodded softly. "I am." Loki thought for a moment on how to explain everything, but he just went for what his heart felt it was right. "It's a little complicated. I did something that wasn't supposed to be, and perhaps will sound like I'm insane, but thanks to that I am kind of trapped in time. With an organization that is not what everyone thought it was, hence a multiverse was created. Sponsored by another me, by the way. You are in what is called the Sacred Timeline, where things flow as how they were supposed to since forever. And I just needed to see you after I found out you were the love of my life."
You took a moment to understand everything he said, wishing that his fate would have been different from what originally happened. Loki gave his best, even in the last worst moments, he was changing for good. For you. For Thor... It wasn't fair.
"Your death was supposed to be then?"
"Yes, it was."
"Oh, Loki," you cried. "You know what, I don't care what's happened. I'm just- I feel happy seeing you here... Please tell me everything you've been through. I want to hear your voice again, to know you're with me right now, to feel you near... I'm not crazy, am I?" you chuckled between tears and Loki curved his lips in a smile, wiping your tears from your face with his thumbs.
Loki granted your wish and explained everything, answering every question you had about the lies of the TVA; the files he found out were his whole life; about Sylvie, Mobius and his variants. He spilled all you wanted to hear, asking like a child, until you understood what was happening. You noticed he truly had changed, just like your Loki did when he reunited with Thor before the Ragnarok took over Asgard. It was a bittersweet feeling however, thinking how much they they seemed to each other. They were the same person after all, but this Loki didn't had the chance to continue his path as it was supposed to.
Taking his hand into yours, you leaned towards him and laid down your head on his shoulder while you both sat comfortable in the couch, just enjoying each others company. Your eyes were dry at this point after crying for what it felt were hours, but his voice helped to soothe you enough.
"I'm glad knowing you have someone like Mobius by your side," you said after a quiet moment. "He sounds like a very good friend," you looked at him, waiting for an answer. "Because that's what he is to you, right?"
"He is a great friend, I'm not alone if that is what is troubling you," Loki affirmed.
You let out a sigh. "That is totally a relief to me."
Loki chuckled softly, leaning to leave a kiss on your hair. "Now you've heard everything about me, would I hear something from you?"
"I'm just a mortal, Loki," you smiled. "Doing the normal shit, not the superhero stuff anymore. I am hating my pretty much normal office job every day; I feed the birds when I go outside at the park, also thinking about adopting a cat or a dog... Maybe a dog."
"Or you could do both."
"Yeah, I might. But my place isn't that big for pets. Sometimes I feel like I'm too alone, very much alone... I would love to have a big farm, or a cabin in the mountains with lots of plants, pets and animals to take care of." The idea did sound good for Loki. Hopefuly you could find peace that way. "Do you remember Pepper?" you said, straighting up on the couch to look at him. He nodded. "Well, after Tony died I still visit her and their daughter, Morgan. She is ten years old, could you believe it?" Loki noticed the sorrow and pain you still carried after all those years of losing your friends, your people... "And I've been missing you and mourning you for ten years as well."
"It's not your fault."
"I know, Loki."
"Do whatever is the best for you, my dear... I would have loved to be here with you now, as the Loki from the Sacred Timeline."
You smiled, but it was a sad smile. "Well, either way, you're here now. It's all that matters to me."
Once again, you shared a loving kiss and took his hand to walk to the kitchen, asking him to take a seat in your breakfast bar, glad he decided to search for you in one of your free days. Otherwise, you would have surely missed his visit. But he was looking for you. Probably Loki would have found you anywhere at this point.
You talked some more while you had some tea and ate some cookies that you saved for special days on the shelfs. The afternoon was pleasant, and this was your turn to speak. Loki, coat long gone, was catching up with you and he asked every single thing about your life now. He smiled more than ever, laughed more than you have ever seen, and it was certainly something you could get used to from now on. Knowing you never continued your life with another person made his heart ache though. However, Loki was no one to blame. He would have done the same thing. No other was like you, no one would have replaced you.
"It's my decision," you finally said, reading his face like an open book. "I have loved you, I love you now and I will love you forever."
He took your hand, lacing your fingers with his. "I know..."
"The day we married you gave me a ring. I always have it with me, today I'm not working, but I use this necklace with your ring," you searched for the necklace hiding inside your shirt and taking it off, you showed him the precious jewel hanging on a fine golden chain. The ring he recognized once was from his mother. "I want you to have it."
"No,I can't-"
"But this is what I want. I know I would have to forget, because you will make me forget about this. About you, coming here, risking everything just to see me. So please, take it."
Loki knew you had made a decision, but then if he left, taking your memories away about this day, what was left for you? He had nothing, and it was okay. He would still know he came to the Sacred Timeline; that he kissed you, that you shared a moment together, that you still loved him. But you will have none of that. And you, as human as you were, would die without the memories and without the ring. You would have nothing and he was sure couldn't bear it.
"Perhaps I can have something else to remember you, I want you to keep this ring as a promise," he closed your hand around the necklace. "My promise that I still love you and I will do it. Forever."
And you sighed, taking the necklace back with a smile. Always so stubborn. "Give me a moment."
Loki saw you leave the kitchen for some minutes. While he was alone, he noticed the sunset through the windows, as it was almost ending to welcome the dark sky around the city. He knew he had to go soon. As much as he didn't want to and the simple thought of runing away was starting to hurt him deep inside.
When you arrived, you stood by his seat on the breakfast bar, putting a small photograph, perfect for a passport, on the surface. It was all in black and white, and you looked what you thought it was nice. Loki took it between his hands, lovingly and with a proud smile on his face.
"I used that when I was taking my Master's degree. Looks pretty decent," you joked.
Loki laughed, tears right at the corner of his eyes. "It's more than that. It's perfect."
His smile faded, knowing this meant he had to leave you again. Loki wasn't supposed to have a happy ending, was he? How he wished to stay there by your side.
You kissed his cheek as a sort of goodbye and comfort at the same time, noticing the sudden change on his face and whispered softly. "So you don't search for me on those files."
"Thank you, love."
Loki got on his feet to put his coat on, like some sort of mental preparation before leaving your apartment and the Sacred Timeline. He saved your photograph on his pocket securely along with Mobius' TemPad, pretending to be strong and swallowing all the pain he was feeling right at that moment. You took his hand, lacing your fingers together one last time and walked until you stood there, in the middle of your living room. He looked at you with loving eyes, trying to save your face and your figure before returning to where he was supposed to be now. And it seemed like time had stopped, as everything Loki could see and feel was you and only you.
"I guess is time now," you began, interrupting his mind.
"I guess it is," Loki nodded, expecting an answer from you. Anything. But it never came. You were also trying to save the moment as much as you could.
So he cupped your cheeks, feeling for the last time your warm, soft skin against his palms. He didn't want to talk, because if he would have said something, it meant you were really saying goodbye forever. What Loki didn't know is that you felt the same thing.
Was there something good to say to your lover, whose destiny was just to bring the best from other people with his cruelty and chaos? To the man who had learn to make things better and, in the end, died trying to protect his people and his wife? Was there anything out there that would bring the god of mischief the happiness and love you always knew he deserved? With these branches and multiverse thing, you hoped deep in your heart there was a universe where he found what he longed for so long. This was just one of many of them. Probably he was happy and living in peace in some others.
"I love you, Loki," you mumbled. He caressed your skin with his thumbs and wiped the small tears that were running on your cheeks.
"I love you too."
Loki leaned to kiss you one last time. You welcomed the kiss with shut eyes, savouring his lips and the taste of your tears, mixing now with his own.
The pain started to bloom; every heartbeat felt like a sledgehammer pounding against his chest. He was not ready to let you go, so this was all he could do. The seidr flowed from his fingers, the green lights covering your body with the help of the spell he casted for you was made to protect you from anything that could get out of hand in the Sacred Timeline, particularly from his own hands, the hands of the TVA, or any other danger that could chase you. Because if something would happen to you due to his stubborn decision, Loki knew he wouldn't forgive himself. What he was sure about though, was that he would still look for you until the end of time.
So when the kiss ended, you fell asleep in seconds. He had to take your sleeping figure with his arms to your bedroom, where he carefully laid you down on the bed. Making sure you were comfortable in your sleep, fixing the pillows and the blankets, Loki remained there, just to take in the serenity emanating from you. It was something you had, the ease and calm your aura projected to everyone in the room. This was the last thing Loki wanted to save from you.
He kissed your forehead and dried the tears on your face before standing up. Once you were to wake up in some hours, you would not be able to know everything was real. Loki made sure you thought it was a dream. So that is what you would have in your head. Something you wished for so long that will only be nothing but thoughts, scenes and emotions that felt absolutely true. As real as life could be.
Loki took the TemPad and opened the timedoor to go back to the TVA, where he knew Mobius would be waiting already since he left for hours. Without looking back to your room, he stepped in and forced to compose himself just in case he would bump into someone else. He sighed, observing through the halls of the headquaters as he made his way back to the room that was assigned to him.
At his door, a worried Mobius was already waiting for him, walking in circles.
"God, Loki I thought you were gone for a second," the analyst breathed out. Loki just handed the TemPad and Mobius took it back. He noticed his weary demeanor and teary eyes. "Thank you. Sorry I doubted you for a second."
"It's fine," Loki shrugged it off, looking for something on his pocket. The photograph slipped from his fingers and fell down to the floor. Mobius was quick enough to pick it up for him, but as he gave it back to his owner he observed it thoroughly.
"So this was the personal thing you did," Mobius said, looking the photograph resting on Loki's hand. He remembered that face from his files.
"Yeah... I guess all set now," Loki sighed.
"Good, I hope you're ready for another trip to the Sacred Timeline." Mobius turned to walk away, deciding it was better to give him some time, but he turned back to Loki before doing so. "And if you're feeling like talking about this any day, only between us, just let me know."
And with that, he walked away. Loki smiled, standing alone outside his door.
