Welp, guess I am going to make this a three parter. The third part will be the last part, I swear!
Summary: You didn't really like Loki, but you lost your memories and Loki takes advantage of the situation by pretending to be your boyfriend. What could go wrong?
Warnings: Some smut if you squint. Also didn't proof read this cuz I'm le tired. Sorry.
Words: ~ 3k
Part one on my master list.
You furrowed your brows at the man in front of you, who apparently was named Loki and was your boyfriend. None of this looked familiar, but something about him being so close to you felt…weird, but also right. You believed every word he said. Loki, or so he calls himself, was rubbing his thumb over your hand and you were thankful that you weren’t here in this hospital bed alone.
“I’m sorry that I don’t remember you.” You continued to look down at your joined hands and you genuinely did feel bad. How horrible must it be for him for his lover to forget who he was? You said so out loud and he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.
“It’s okay, Darling. I am not upset. I am just glad you are okay.” His eyes were glassy, and he looked at you. The love and affection were apparent in his eyes, and you felt obligated to give him a little smile.
“How long have we been together?” It was an innocent question, but Loki seemed thrown off by it. Thankfully, the God of Mischief was good at thinking on his feet.
“It’s relatively new,” He cleared his throat awkwardly, “but we are very happy.” He looked so stiff, but you just assumed it was because his girlfriend forgot who he was and the stress of that.
You laughed and that seemed to perk him up a bit, “I will take your word on it.”
There was a knock on the door and a nurse, followed by Dr. Strange came into your room. The doctor flipped through your chart and smiled at you, “I see you are awake. You hit your head pretty good, Y/N. How are you feeling?”
You shifted a bit, looking to Loki because honestly, you had no idea who this doctor was, but he spoke to you as if you knew him. “I, uh, I don’t remember much. I will be honest; I am very confused.” The more you thought about it, the more upset you got. You had a raging headache, the more you tried to remember, but it was all static. It was so frustrating!
“I don’t know where I am. I feel like I should know, and I feel like I should know who you are too, but I don’t.” By the time you finished, you were choking your words out in between tears. The sympathetic looks from everyone in the room felt like knives to your heart. All you wanted to do was remember, but you couldn’t.
“I know it is so frustrating Y/N. Thankfully, all your tests and scans came back fine. You just have a mild concussion and so, with amnesia like this, your memory will likely come back very quickly and probably all at once. So, you just have to be patient.”
The news was reassuring, but you were never one to be patient. That is something you knew about yourself, at least.
“We can make arrangements for someone to help take care of you. You shouldn’t be alone, and you will need help with your leg.”
You looked to Loki, confused. Maybe the doctor wasn’t aware of your relationship, “Well, I just assumed he would –“
“I will take responsibility for her, Doctor!” Loki interrupted, jumping to his feet with a big smile and a wave of his hand.
Strange looked between you and Loki with narrowed eyes, “Are you sur-“
“Yes, yes, I am her partner. I will be helping her. The rest of the team is busy on missions, and I am here, so it makes the most sense.”
That answer seemed to placate the doctor as he went over discharge instructions with Loki. Though, you wondered why Loki didn’t mention your relationship.
Then, before you knew it, you were making your way out of the Med Bay to your room, or what you were told was your room. You hobbled down the hallway on your crutches and Loki was there to catch you as you found your rhythm. The staples that were in your leg was gruesome, so you were thankful for his help. It was sweet, actually.
Loki took your room key from you and opened the door. He helped you in and started with a barrage of questions.
“Do you need anything? Are you hungry? Thirsty? Are you in pain?” You smiled softly at him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“Did you always worry like this?”
He looked down at your hand on his shoulder and then back at you. “Always. I always worry about you. I just want you to be okay, to be happy.”
“Well, some pasta would make me very happy, Loki.” You shuffled your way over to the couch, with Loki on your heels of course, and sat down.
“Yes, right, of course. Right away, Darling. Whatever you need!” And the tall man made his way into your kitchen. While you heard him banging pots and pans in the kitchen, you took in the apartment around you. There wasn’t very much there. There were a few photos of you with the Avengers, but no family that you could recognize. You remembered your initial training days with the team, but after that it was a blur. The décor in the apartment was quite plain, outside of some plants here and there. Overall, the apartment did not give you many hints about the time you had lost.
You heard whispered yelling coming from your kitchen in a language you didn’t understand. You strained your neck to try and peak and see what was happening.
“Is everything okay in there?” You called out and Loki popped his head out from the kitchen, so you could see him.
“Oh yes, perfect, Darling. It will be the best pasta you have ever eaten. The most magnificent!” Then, as quickly as he appeared, he was gone. Loki seemed very confident, but something was telling you that he was bluffing.
“You don’t know how to cook do you?” You yelled. As soon as you said that there was a giant crash of pots and pans in the kitchen. Frankly, he sounded like he was destroying your kitchen.
Loki scrambled back out to your line of sight again. He wiped chonks of his hair out of his face as he tried, but failed, to keep a cool and collected image. You covered your mouth, trying to stifle your giggles.
“No, what makes you say that?!” You gave him a pointed look, and he all but crumbled under your gaze, “Okay, fine. I am not a great cook, but I want to take care of you. Please let me try.”
Loki towered over you, but here, hanging outside of your kitchen, he looked so small and so unsure. So far, as much as you knew, he was the only one in your life to come check on you. He wanted to make you a meal, even if it meant going outside of his comfort zone and even making a fool of himself. The gesture warmed your heart, so you decided to throw the man a bone.
“Okay, but will you let me help you maybe?” He glared at you, as if he was daring you to get off of that couch, and you laughed, “From the couch, okay? Grab the orange box from the cupboard and come here.” He disappeared for a moment and then was by your side. You were craning your neck to try and look at him.
“Do you mind?” You motioned for him to join you on the couch, but he surprised you by falling to his knees in front of you. You asked him to turn around and he looked skeptical at first before complying.
“The first thing we have to do is put that hair back” You grabbed a stray hair tie that was on your coffee table and ran your fingers through his long, black hair and gathering it in your hand for a low pony. You could have sworn you heard him purr and you smiled. You twisted the tie around his hair and secured it into a neat ponytail for him.
“I like your curls.” You simply said. He turned around to face you and he had a lovely dusting of pink on his cheeks. Loki’s hands gingerly touched his hair and he smiled softly at you before murmuring a whispered ‘thank you’. You wondered if he was always this shy, but either way you thought it was cute.
Picking up the box of pasta, you showed him the instructions on the back. “See this tells you how to cook it. You know how to use the stove, right?” He nodded his head enthusiastically, but really, he had just figured it out not even five minutes ago when he accidentally lit a potholder on fire. The less you knew, the better.
You told him where to find the pasta sauce and assured him it’s hard to mess up a pasta dinner. He made a joke about how anything was possible with him and when he winked at you, you couldn’t help but blush yourself. Loki surprised you, and he seemed genuinely surprised himself, when he reappeared with two plates of perfectly cooked pasta. There was some sauce on his face, so you reach forward and swiped it off with your finger and tasting it on your tongue.
“This is good!” You exclaimed, carrying on and taking a bite from your plate as if you didn’t just cause Loki’s heart to burst with pure joy.
In between bites you continued to talk to him, “I just glad that I remember pretty much everything. I think it is just this last year and a half that I don’t really remember. Like, how did we meet? How did our relationship start?”
He slurped up some pasta and a sauce covered noodle flicked over his nose. The man was huge, but he was so childlike. It was endearing. He sheepishly wiped his face with a napkin and turned to you.
“Well, I came to the Avengers very…reluctantly. I admit, I was sour about the whole situation, and it reflected in how I interacted with others. I wasn’t pleasant to be around,” He smiled tight lips. It was clear he was embarrassed by his behavior. “But you were always kind to me. No matter how rude I was or how I tried to push you away. You always tried to make sure I was included. You wanted me to feel like this was my home.”
He looked into your eyes, and you found yourself getting lost in his. There was so much emotion pooling in those crystal blue eyes, and you couldn’t tear yourself away even if you wanted to, but you didn’t want to, “That is how I fell in love with you. Your heart is so big and so pure, and you are amazing out in the field. Really quite impressive. And you’re stunning. The most beautiful creature I have ever seen. I just want to be around you all the time…and I am rambling.” He put his head in his hands out of embarrassment, but you did hear him laugh a little bit.
“Loki?”
He lifted his head from his hands to look at you. He looked terrified of what you were going to say. “Yes?”
“You love me?” You bat your eyelashes at him as you teased him.
He chuckled, “Yes, I do. It took me a long time to admit it. You actually were the one to call me out on it. You knew before I even knew I was feeling. Of course, you teased me about that too.” It wasn’t a lie.
“And do I love you?” Loki’s eyes locked on you. The God was frozen. He knew the answer, but he didn’t know what to say to you. So, he tried to answer as honestly as he could while still maintaining the façade.
“Honestly? I don’t know. You haven’t said it to me yet, but it doesn’t matter. I am content to just be in your presence. It’s an honor, truly.” The way he looked at you told you that every word he said to you was genuine. He looked at you liked you hung the sun, the moon, and the stars and while you did not remember him, you liked the way he looked at you.
And you liked looking at him.
Your eyes danced over his face, taking in his features. His sharp jawline. His black, long curls that still hung in your ponytail. His impeccable cheekbones and pillowy lips. There was no denying that he was incredibly handsome.
“You’re starring, Darling.” He smirked. That smile, too, oh it was starting to do things to you.
You nudged him playfully with your elbow, “You’re my boyfriend. I can stare if I like.” He smiled back at you and tenderly brushed some of your hair behind your ear.
“You certainly can, Darling.”
The two of you fell into a comfortable silence and now with a full and happy belly, you couldn’t help but yawn.
“Ahh, time for bed then.” You nodded at him, the exhaustion really hitting you hard. You reached for your crutches to help you get to your bed, but he stopped you. With one quick, yet careful movement, he scooped you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing and started to make his way to your bedroom. You wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled in. His arms felt so comfortable, like you belonged there. It felt wonderful and you wondered how often he carried you like this to bed. You wished you could remember.
“Do you always carry me like this? It’s nice.” You murmured into his chest. Loki squeezed you closer to him. He was committing this feeling to memory. He had always wondered what you felt like in his arms, all warm and cozy. The only other time you were in his arms was when he was carrying you to the Quinjet, unconscious. If he could cast out that memory and replace it with this one, he would in a heartbeat.
“Not as often as I would like to.” It was another non-answer, answer, but you seemed satisfied with it. The god knew he was on borrowed time. It was only a matter of time until you remembered everything and realized he was lying about being in a relationship. Typically, Loki was a planner, and he was always three steps or more ahead of whatever problem he was facing. But now, he had no plans. He will face your wrath with pure gratitude that he even got to dream of a life with you.
Tenderly, as if you could break like glass, he placed you on your bed. He tucked you in so sweetly, your heart swelled. You wondered if he always cared for you like this. You missed those memories. Loki wished you a good night and turned to leave, but you called out to him.
“Can you please just hold me?” The god stood awkwardly in your bedroom, bouncing on his heels.
“I am not sure if that is a good idea. You don’t really remember me. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He argued, looking down at his feet that shuffled on the floor. But really, he worried that you would hear his heart beating so loudly just being next to you.
“I am asking you to stay, so I am not uncomfortable. I don’t want to be alone…and I trust you.”
Loki’s eyes shot up to yours, “You-You do?” You smiled up at him.
“Of course. I know it is silly since I don’t really remember you. You could be lying through your teeth,” You laughed at the idea and missed the slight wince that crossed Loki’s face, “I just know I can trust you. You will take care of me. Please? Will you stay?”
You gave him your best puppy dog eyes and you saw him melt into a puddle right in front of you. This man was truly putty in your hands, and you were starting to love it. Without another word, Loki crawled into bed with you. He insisted on being on top of the covers, something about decency, but he still wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to his chest. Over your shoulder, you heard a contented sigh and you fell asleep with a smile.
Sometime, during the night, Loki had made his way under the covers. He had a death grip on your body as he held you so close to him like you might try to escape. You bit your lip, feeling his bulge poke against your back. The man behind you was sound asleep so you boldly wiggled your hips against him. The low, rumbly growl that came from his chest lit your whole body on fire. Part of you felt a bit promiscuous since you still didn’t remember him, so it was like grinding on a stranger. But this stranger was crazy hot and technically he was your boyfriend, so why not right?
You let out a quiet moan of your own when you felt wet kisses under your ear and the back of your neck. And just as quickly this all started, it ended. Loki woke up and registered what was happening. His lips on your neck and his hard on rubbing against your ass. He jumped out of bed, almost tripping on it as his long legs got caught on your comforter. He turned his back to you and quickly readjusted himself in a feeble attempt to hide his obvious erection. The God was blessed, he knew this, but he still wanted to do this right. This was his second chance, after all.
You turned in bed to face him and giggled at his frantic behavior, “I didn’t realize I was so unappealing.” If there was one thing you learned about your relationship with Loki, it’s that you love teasing him.
His brain just about short circuited, “No, no, no, Darling. No. You are amazing. I mean, your face! Your body!” He gestured with his hands towards you, as if you knew exactly what he meant.
You flashed him a sweet smile and it seemed to help ease his panic, “Thanks Loki. So, what’s the plan for today?”
He sat down on the edge of the bed, and he caressed your messy bed head with his hand. The feeling was so nice. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so loved, but a part of you was just blaming the amnesia.
“I was thinking we could do something today that might help with your memory. I wanted to recreate our first date.” He beamed down at you. You thought the idea was so incredibly sweet, and a great way to maybe trigger your memories back. But little did you know that it would, truly, be your first date with Loki.
“I love that idea.” You smiled at him, lost in his sweetness. He offered you his hand and helped you out of bed, careful of your leg.
summary: you're a loki variant who's sucked into the multiverse mess. you meet the famous Peter Parker, as well as two more Peter Parkers, one more annoying than the other. | FEM!READER
NO WAY HOME SPOILERS! : Labcoat Peter is andrew!Peter btw.
Waking up in a pile of sand described your entire life in less than ten words.
One second, you were arguing with Mobius and now here you are, surrounded by trashcans and dirt. Luckily, you still had your knives, which were your only source of comfort. Last week, Sylvie had given you a wide range of choices of weapons to choose from, but you stuck to your daggers. You didn't have the time or patience to figure out machine guns and crossbows.
Besides, the only secret one needs to know about knives was something you had already memorized years ago — the sharper the edge, the cleaner the cut.
You stood up, groaning from the mild pain which was now climbing up your spine. Before you could figure out your next step, a familiar voice spoke from behind.
"Y/N?"
You let out a sigh of relief.
In foreign lands, who wouldn't be happy to see someone friendly? Peter Parker got under your skin most of the time, but he's one of the only few Avengers you didn't hate. You also immediately connected the dots — if there's Peter, you were on Midgard, a place you have been to a lot of times because of Loki.
"What's going on? Didn't you like, die last year?"
"No, that was Loki," you corrected, loosening the grip on your knife.
"No, I'm pretty you both died."
"Gods never really die," you said mysteriously, not wanting to explain how Loki stole the Tesseract and weaseled his way out of this mess. Your words had the intended effect on him, whose mouth fell open like a baby who's been shown card tricks for the first time.
"But how am I here?" you wondered, shivering against the cold. "I was literally winning the argument against Mobius and now I'm in this dump of a planet, no offense."
"None taken. Er, listen I might know something about that."
You groaned. "What did you do now? Are we in another world catastrophe?"
"It's more of an intergalactic problem," he said, pointing to the door behind him, something you haven't noticed before.
Turns out, you were currently standing in the dumpster behind some sort of unused laboratory. Or that's what you assumed by the hazard pictogram on the metal anyway.
Hesitating, you followed the boy inside. He muttered under his breath about something or the other, but you were too distracted to make out the words.
"There are some new faces by the way," he said, sounding exhausted.
Finally stepping into the light, you saw that it indeed was a laboratory, but it definitely wasn't empty. Ned and MJ were people you instantly recognized, but there were two more men — one in a labcoat and another in casual attire.
"Y/N!" MJ smiled, which made you soften inside. It wasn't everyday that someone was happy to see you. "Peter, c'mon did the multiverse thing bring her here too?"
"I think so?" he said, scratching the back of his head. "Uh, meet Y/N everyone."
The one you assumed to be the oldest just gave you a sympathetic smile, as if he could see how confused and worried you were inside. Nice guy, you decided.
The Labcoat looked up from whatever solution he was brewing, web-shooters pointing straight at you already. Not so nice.
"She's friendly, we know her," Peter said quickly, the one who was still standing next to you. You remained unaffected by Labcoat's hostility and decided to clear some things up.
"Wait, wait they're your variants?" you were excited. It wasn't every day you met others of your kind.
"Kind of?"
His hesitation made you raise an eyebrow. "And I'm here because someone tampered with the multiverse?"
"Possibly," he nodded grimly.
"That someone being you?"
"It wasn't his fault!" Labcoat Peter said sharply, though he did lower his hands.
"Charmed to meet you too," you said, tilting your head to one side. "What are you people trying to do anyway?"
"There are monsters we need to cure—" the youngest Peter's voice was cut off by Labcoat.
"Don't tell her the plan, she looks suspicious." He almost sounded like a protective brother, which you found interesting.
You did a quick scan of his face. Kind eyes, but tired ones. He's been pushing himself for the last many years, you could see that. Why he had marked you as untrustworthy was yet to be known, but it wasn't the most unusual thing to happen that day.
"I'm literally the nicest person ever," you shrugged, sitting down on an empty chair.
"Is that why you have a knife?"
"Three knives," you corrected. "Plus one switchblade."
"Okay, we're not fighting when we have things to do," the oldest Peter said, gesturing to all the different books before him. "And you look cold, do you want a blanket or something? I can look around—"
"I'm fine," you interrupted. "I'd rather have a ticket out of this place and you mortals clearly need my help."
You were about to take a bottle of acetone, but webs knocked it out of your hands. Unsurprised, you glared at Labcoat. It was clear that you wouldn't get anything done if he's still being like this.
"I don't care who you think you are," you said angrily, standing up. "But you should think twice before getting on the bad side of a witch and a god."
"You're a god?" Just for a second, he looked genuinely surprised. It definitely caught him off guard. You smiled.
"God is just a title, witch is what you should watch out for," you said, snapping your fingers.
The bottle instantly flew out of his reach and came back to your waiting fingers. That little show did render him speechless, making you oddly proud inside.
"Right so, uh, now that's done, here's our plan," the youngest Peter said, spreading a chart over the table.
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Their idea was well thought out, which also mean it was very boring.
You almost drifted off to sleep while Peter was lecturing on how to make the cures. Being a Loki and convincing others that you wanted to be helpful was no small feat, especially when there seemed to be someone who wanted to see you fail.
But as much as Labcoat Peter was annoying, he was also the one who did his part first, meaning your target of the plan should be him.
Of course you had a plan, you're a Loki. You were not exactly concerned with the well-being of Midgard. Interested? Yes. Not so much worried. You had more pressing issues, none of which could be addressed if you're stuck here.
"Hello," you said smoothly, sliding your seat next to him. Labcoat looked up, suddenly wary.
"I won't do it," he said plainly.
"I didn't say anything—"
"You're obviously in need of something. Why else would you stick around on Earth?" he asked, as though it was clear as the water in front of him.
"Peter's my friend."
"Acquaintances is a better word. If expect me to believe you care about him, then you must think I'm not the smartest."
You frowned. It might have been your fault to underestimate him but that didn't mean you were going to give up. You decided to take a different approach. Heroes were always easily persuadable.
"Fine," you sighed, folding your hands. "I do wanna go back. Is that so bad?"
"If you care about going back more than fixing this, that makes you dangerous," he recited off, taking a solution even though you knew it was ready.
"You're stupid if you think I need a reason to be dangerous," you smiled, leaning your head against your hand and looking up at him. Your playfulness only made him seem more tired.
"Alright then," he said, giving in. "If you're so powerful, what do you want? Why can't you just spin and vanish to wherever you wanna go in a puff of green smoke?"
"Because I don't know where the TVA is," you replied, a little impatiently. "I need a temp pad to go back and it's not something I can make in two seconds."
"And you think I'll make it?" He sounded so amused that you knew he won't agree to it so easily.
You thought for a bit before speaking. "TVA is ruining my life. All Lokis' lives actually. You're a variant of a Peter Parker. You don't know what it's like for us.
You get to be a hero in every universe. What would you do if you spend your whole life running and came to realize that the dumb choices you did weren't your fault but some idiots calling themselves the Time-Keepers?"
"What?"
"You got to be good. I didn't have a choice," you said sharply. "I'd rather go back to my own universe and see my mom, my cat, and my plant — gods, did anyone even water the plant? And you know how long it's been since I've had the pancakes made by my brother?"
"Where are you going with this?" He interrupted, angrily meeting your eyes.
"You can go back home," you whispered, showing just a crack of vulnerability. Just enough that he visibly softened. "I can't. Not ever. The least I can do is burn down TVA and any gods who think they can take away free will. I just need the temp pad and I swear I'll go my own way."
"I haven't even heard of temp pad before! You can't expect me to make it!" he said defensively.
"You're smart and I'll help," you said, your voice suddenly excited. "Please?"
He sighed, making you properly smile. Heroes were always easily persuadable, especially if you made them think they were saving you.
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"Where were you?" MJ asked, seeing you walk back into the laboratory half an hour later.
"Had to take care of something," you winked, then threw a glass rod to Labcoat. He caught it easily, not even looking up from what he was working on.
"This is too short," he said, then instantly added, "nevermind, I'll take care of it."
"What are you guys working on?" the youngest Peter asked, removing his glass goggles. "I thought you finished the cures."
"I did, this is just something for Y/N- AHA!" Labcoat Peter jumped up, and you almost expected him to start tap dancing. "Finally!"
"Is it done?" you asked, alarmed. "Already?"
"I think so, I've done all you told me, and now the chip's properly installed." He showed the small rectangle device, making you almost scream with joy yourself. Just as you were about to reach for it, he raised it over his head.
You groaned. "What now?"
"You are not walking off into the sunset while the rest of us needs help," he said, pointing to the laboratory. "You know magic. If anything goes wrong, it's good to have a god for backup."
"I thought I was suspicious."
"No, you're just annoying. I promise I'll give you the temp pad after this mess is over."
"Or I can just kill—" you stopped when you saw the youngest Peter was staring. No matter how grown-up he may be, he still looked like a wound puppy, or more specifically, like a kid whose parents are always fighting. You also remembered how he just lost his aunt.
"Fine," you muttered bitterly.
"Great!" MJ clapped her hands. "Do we start looking for the monsters now? Are all loose ends tied up nice and tight?"
"Actually, there's still Mr. Strange," the youngest Peter said, frowning. "I did trap him in the mirror dimension but I'm pretty sure he can't stay there for long."
"Don't worry about that, I took care of it," you said quickly.
"You did?" the oldest Peter asked, astonished.
"Why did you think I disappeared a while ago? I knew Stephen was the only one no one thought of so I kinda went ahead and did my own thing. Closed the portals for 24 hours. You're welcome."
"I thought you were out to get glass rods," Ned said, confused.
"I just picked it up from the trashcans on my way back." You shrugged. Everyone still looked surprised. "Seriously? Me helping without any strings attached is such a new concept?"
"It is, but we'll take about that later," Labcoat Peter said shrewdly. "And are we sure that the sorcerer Strange is such a liability? What if we need him?"
"Pfft, we won't," youngest Peter said, waving it off.
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ONE HOUR LATER
"Uh, I think we need Mr. Strange!" he yelled, looking at the sky.
You followed his lead, then immediately wished you hadn't. There seemed to be purple clouds, which wouldn't be alarming if there weren't thousands of silhouettes adorned among them, as if the stars are transforming into millions of people.
You gulped, knowing most of them were probably unfriendly.
"We need to stop this messed up spell now," you yelled, eyes trained on the approaching madness.
"CALL BACK STRANGE!" Labcoat Peter yelled. "Open the portals and bring him back!"
"How the hell do I do that— he's going to be there for 24 hours!"
"Do you want the temp pad or not?"
You bit down your lips, something you did whenever you had to make a choice between what was good for you versus what was good for everyone else.
"Give me the temp pad first," you demanded, holding out your hand.
"No, I'm not stupid," he said, stepping closer.
Cursing, you closed your eyes, trying to think of any incantation which would work, something to break the protective charm you had placed over the mirror dimension. If you somehow did that, Stephen could easily find his own way back.
You decided on a simple reversible spell, one that wasn't too complicated to do or remember. Clapping your hands together, you drew upon the power from any source you could — the air, the earth, the smell of apple trees a mile away — anything and everything you could connect with.
"Now," you whispered, lowering yourself and touching the ground with your hand.
Green smoke peaked out of the pebbles, then a glass-shattering sound echoed through the plane, one that was so strong that everyone stopped what they were doing and stared. You tried to help, but all it seemed to do was bring a ringing to everyone's ears.
"What the hell happened?" an unfamiliar voice said, making you turn in shock. A man in a long red cape was looking upon your small group with exasperated eyes.
"Mr. Strange!" the youngest Peter yelled, running forwards to hug him.
Stephen frowned at this gesture of affection and you would have laughed, but you had more pressing issues at hand. You turned to your Peter.
"Give me the temp pad, Labcoat," you said sharply, pointing at his hand.
"Labcoat? That's worse than Webhead," he scoffed, though he did seem entertained. Too entertained actually.
"I did what you asked!" you snapped. "Now hand it over."
"I said I'll give it to you after you're done with the fight," he said, holding the device close to his heart. "And you're going back to your home, not TVA. Go back to your family and land of pancakes."
"No," you gritted your teeth, angry and exhausted after the spell you just did.
You pounced, trying to get it off his annoyingly sticky fingers. He clawed at it with force, and the two of you were literally wrestling over a device while the universe was falling apart. Not your best moment.
"Let it go," you warned. "I'm saying this one last time, let it go."
"No!" he yelled.
"Then we're doing this my way," you whispered triumphantly, then pressed the button on its screen, the one that had the coordinates of where you needed to be.
Then all turned to dust.
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Pure darkness greeted you when you opened your eyes. You stood up, lighting the nearest lantern with magic, and saw that you were in a cellar of some kind.
"Where the hell am I?" Labcoat Peter yelled, jumping up from the floor at the sudden light.
"Welcome to TVA!" you said smugly. "I told you to let go."
"Huh," he stood up, looking around. "TVA's smaller than I imagined."
"Well, we're obviously in some kind of basement, I just need to find a way out." You squinted your eyes. "Wait, why are you not freaking out?"
"Hm?" He turned to you with a smile he had clearly lost trying to fight. "Oh, that's because we're in Tessa's cafe. In the cellar actually."
"What?"
"See," he pointed to the boxes in the corner, the ones that had a large 'T' printed on their sides. "I recognize the logo."
You were only more confused. "You've been to TVA before?"
He laughed, a full booming laugh that made you want to strangle him. "We're not in TVA, Your Highness."
A god doesn't usually go speechless, but that's sort of what happened with you. Saying "no" repeatedly under your breath, you went to the door, trying to force it open.
"The temp pad didn't work?" you yelled all the while you were pulling at the handle. "Why the fuck didn't it work?"
"Because I don't know how to make a fudging temp pad!" he said, still amused. "I'm smart, but not enough to literally make a portal through universes. I made a random gadget so you would stick around and help us."
"You did what?"
"I don't know how we're back at my universe though. My best bet is Stephen took care of it and fixed the spell. See, I knew he'd be useful!"
You were fuming.
No really, you could feel the anger coursing through your veins, burning everything from the inside out.
"I'm. Stuck. In. Your. Fucking. Universe?"
"With me!" he added joyfully. "Now I know it won't be as good as your pancakes but Tessa's has some excellent coffee. C'mon, it's my treat."
He used his webs to pull the door open, then casually walked past you, oblivious to your glares.
You followed him reluctantly because there wasn't much you could do. After the entire mess in Midgard, coffee didn't sound so bad. You could always just kill him later.
"How about Loki and Y/n?" Natasha offered, a childlike grin on her face.
"Haha, that was a funny joke!" You laughed out loud, expecting everyone else to join in, but instead, they just stared at you intently.
"Are you serious about this? Nothing is going to happen; we'd almost kill each other in there" with an eye roll, you state.
Loki and you were not friends; he used to tease you and pull pranks on you. Unless it was for work, you didn't talk to each other much.
"Come on, you can do it! Get your asses inside the guest room closet, Y/n and Loki" Tony yelled.
"What! No way am I going in there." You politely decline the invitation.
"Are you scared, Y/l/n?" Loki cocked his head and smirked.
"Why would I waste my time with you in there? Instead, Thor, I'm inviting you to join me!" Your self-assurance increasing.
"Umm...I-" Thor was cut by the blue-eyed devil. "Ha! I don't want to be in there with a coward anyway. Miss Romanoff take the lead." he requested Natasha.
'Coward? hmpf' thinking to yourself, you stood up and walked to the guest room.
Loki followed your lead and stood alongside you in front of the large closet door.
"Don't even think of trying anything in there!" you hissed, as you pulled your hair back into a ponytail. "You wish!" he muttered.
"Uff, let's get this Seven Minutes in Hell done quickly, shall we?" You enter the not-that-big-walk-in-closet.
You're both silent, staring at everything but the person in front of you. Loki then turned to face you and remarked, "So you want Thor to be here, huh?"
"At least, he's a better option than you," you sneer. Loki chuckles and then stares at you.
"What?" you inquire. He makes a gesture toward something behind you. Before you can turn around and see "There's a spider behind you," he whispers.
SPIDER? That's the only thing you're afraid of in the entire world.
You yelp and dash over to Loki's side, your back pressed against his front. "Where is it? Where is it?" while you look for the creature, Loki snakes his arm around your waist and draws you close to him.
You gasp as you feel his hot breath on your neck, his hand making patterns on your waist while the other tugs on your gown by the slit. He inhales your scent and growls "fuck...you smell heavenly". He starts lining open-mouthed kisses in the crook of your neck, to which you can't help but moan and shut your eyes. You run your fingers through his silky hair, giving him even more access to your neck to devour. Loki then turns you around and dashes his lips to yours in a very eager lusty full kiss. He slams you against the other wall, causing you to gasp and giving him the opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth.
He moans at your taste and taps on your exposed thigh by the slit, taking his indication you strap your leg on his waist. He then sets you on the counter and attacks your neck, collarbone, down to your breasts with kisses and light bites. You pull your dress strap down exposing your breasts, Loki eyes turn darker with desire and he latched onto your nipple like a baby, making you a moaning mess.
After giving equal attention to both your breasts he removed your panties, ready to give attention you the part that has been throbbing the whole make-out session for some realese. Loki went on his knees, spreading your legs completely "Such a pretty pussy, I can smell your arousal love!" he growled.
"Please!" you whimpered. "Please what darling?" he whispered still staring at your pussy.
Your eyes dart to him 'Fuck he looks so hot just staring at your folds ready to eat them till you dry out'
"Please Loki, I need to feel your tongue on my pussy" you whine in need.
He then looks up and stares at you through his lashes and laps onto your folds for his dear life, slurping every tiny drop you're ready to offer. Your hand grip his hair tight, pushing him as close to your folds as possible. He loved this feeling of getting chocked to your sweet pussy. Gosh he could taste this sweet nectar you offer all his life.
You were on the edge, his tongue lapping every bit of your pussy, giving you pleasure like never before.
"Loki, I'm.....I'm cu.." you couldn't finish your sentence as a very whiny moan left your lips
"Cum for me" he mumbled and you bucked your hips closer to him,
Two licks and you came all over his mouth, exhaling loudly.
He stood back up to face you with a mischievous smirk. As you were about to cup him through his pants.
BANG!
There was a loud bang on the door.
"Did you guys actually kill each other inside?" yelled Banner.
"I want you in my room in 10 minutes, we have some business to take care of" you order referring to the bump in his pants.
"Yes ma'am!" he replied and gave you one last peck before leaving the closet.
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, mention of breeding, loki isn’t really drunk so no dubcon in this
Word count: 2.2k
Y/N’s P.O.V.
I giggled as I watched Loki slightly sway from side to side to the rhythm of a song that was playing from Tony’s very potent sound equipment. I’d never see him like this before. The usually stoic God was almost like a child, easily excited and just as easily distracted by anything and everything around him as the obligatory Friday night party started to die down.
“I can’t believe he’s really drunk,” I commented to Thor, who then let out one of those loud boisterous laughs of his that seemed to come from deep within his chest. It almost startled me - that’s how focused I’d been on his brother, who still almost-danced in front of me.
“It’s not common for my brother to get drunk,” he admitted, and I smiled at the thought of a young Loki just starting to drink and getting like this more frequently. He looked so carefree. So different from how he usually behaved around the other Avengers. It made my heart warm up and suddenly, I wasn’t smiling anymore.
I had been dancing around my feelings for Loki ever since he arrived at the tower. Even when he was still cold and distant, I found myself hypnotized by him and his sharp features, the contrast between the color of his skin and the color of his hair.
That was why I made sure to find whatever way possible to make him warm up to me. I kept my distance and respected his space, but I was still there whenever he wanted some tea, and I already spent too much of my time at the tower’s library, anyway. It was only a matter of time until he started talking to me.
But I didn’t expect that curiosity to become a full-blown crush. He was just too dreamy, I couldn’t help it. The way he spoke constantly reminded me that he was as close to a prince as I’d ever meet, and every time he told me about Asgard or even the books he read I felt butterflies come alive in my stomach.
I could just listen to him for hours. Oftentimes, I did. It’s not like the rest of the Avengers were scrambling to make conversation with him, anyway. Usually it was just the two of us, alone at the library, talking for hours without even realizing…
“Care for a dance?” The hand in front of my face startled me from my thoughts, and I looked up to find a grinning Loki smiling down at me, much closer than I’d originally anticipated, since he actually was curtsying. God, he was cute.
“It would be my pleasure.” I smiled back at him, giving him my hand as I let him lead me towards the dancefloor. If the concern over how he would dance to an electro pop song appeared, it was quickly wiped from my brain as he held me close and gently swayed with me, like what was playing wasn’t in fact a remix version of one of Britney Spears biggest hits, but an honest to God waltz.
I got carried away by his movements, the way my hand fit so perfectly in his. It’s why it took me so long to realize that he was staring intently at me. When I did, a jolt of electricity ran through my body, making me squeeze the hand of his that I was holding.
“What?” I asked, suddenly incredibly self-conscious. He seemed to be trying to memorize this moment, like it was so very precious to him that he couldn’t bear the thought of ever forgetting it. It warmed my heart, and I pressed my lips tightly together to stop my instinct to coo at him.
“There’s something that I’d like to do,” was his answer, and I raised an eyebrow at him. It was a question and an authorization to proceed all at once, but he didn’t seem to get it.
Then again, he was pretty drunk.
“What would you like to do?” I voiced, but Loki hummed, like I’d been the first to speak, and despite my curiosity, I had to giggle. “I said, what would you like to do?” He just stared at me for a while, like he didn’t get it, and I was about to ask him to forget that I’d even spoken when he shook his head.
“Who I would like to do. That is the better question.” I felt my insides freeze as I processed his words, my hand instinctively tightening around his. I don’t think I’d ever realize just how deep my feelings for him ran if it wasn’t for that moment.
“W-who would you like to do?” I asked, hating myself for the way my voice cracked, the way I had to let go of his hand to rub my sweaty palms against my dress. I was blinking quickly, trying to prevent tears from appearing, and so I couldn’t focus my gaze on him when he immediately answered, “You, darling.”
My feet stopped moving, halting our simple dance in the middle of the dance floor. I’d dropped his hands in the shock of his answer, now able to look him in the eye because otherwise I wouldn’t believe him.
“What?” Loki had the most dangerous smirk on his face as he approached me once more, hands immediately taking a hold of my waist to force me to keep moving with him when our hips met.
“I want you, darling,” he whispered in my ear, raising goosebumps as his cold breath hit my sweaty skin. “I want to be inside of you. I want to fuck you until you can’t walk, much less dance.”
I was transfixed, unable to say anything as I stared up into the piercing eyes focused on me and my reactions. My mouth was hanging open, and despite feeling like I needed to say something soon, I couldn’t find the words to speak. Thankfully, Loki seemed to understand that, as he leaned over to whisper in my ear once more.
“You’re such a well-behaved, innocent little dove… on the surface. Would you let me bring out the dark seductress that I am certain is hidden inside of you?” I swallowed despite my dry throat, forcing myself to at least nod.
“Yes,” I finally agree. “Yes,” I repeated because one time wasn’t nearly enough.
Loki’s P.O.V.
In a mist of green, I had her in my bedroom at the tower, arms still tightly wrapped around her back, but now her lips were my prisoners. As the authoritarian ruler that they accused me to be, I didn’t intend to ever let them go.
“Are you as aroused as I am, my love?” I questioned as I made quick work of her dress and my own clothing, eyes drinking in every inch of skin that became exposed to me. “You are a goddess, little dove… and I’ll be sure to treat you as one.”
Finally allowing myself to reach out and explore her body, my hands roamed all over her warm skin as I carefully laid her down on the bed, admiring the scene for a moment before rolling her body over and pulling her hips up, exposing the slit between her thighs to me.
“I want you on your stomach…” I whispered as I adjusted her, brushing the hair away from her back. “… just like this.” The sight of her little cunt exposed to me, the wetness that covered it giving it a slight shine, took my breath away. I stood right there, slowly pumping myself for a few seconds, just admiring her.
“Oh, yes… I’ve imagined you exactly like this so many times, darling,” I confessed, biting my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning. It was almost daunting, how she was able to provoke such strong sensations in me without even touching my body, but I wasn’t scared.
Maybe at first, when I realized I was falling for this little Midgardian. I was terrified then, I remembered. But that was before I considered exactly why it was that I became infatuated with her.
She was something different. And she made me feel different than I was - she made me feel better. I had never expecteded to feel that way before, so I didn’t want this feeling to disappear.
I knew I had to have her. I’d do anything to make her mine. And it was just my luck that it seemed like she wanted me just as much.
“You’ve been such a distracting little temptation, my little dove! Did you know that?” She whined before shaking her head, making me chuckle to myself. “So soft…” I was in love with the feeling of her thighs underneath my fingertips, desperate to own every part of her.
“Do you think you can handle me, my love? Do you think I’ll be able to fit inside this little pussy?” I brushed my knuckles over where she was dripping for me, biting my lip as she tried to convince me that she could take all of me. “Let me explore you with my fingers first,” I tried to reason, “See if you’ll take me nicely.”
My two fingers slid in easily with the overwhelming wetness that had accumulated inside her most sensitive part. “Oh, yes…” I moaned, adoring the feeling of her tight channel contracting around my fingers. “You truly were made for me!”
I was almost clinical in my exploration of her insides, eager to figure out what made her tick. Each new thrust of my digits prompted her to spread her legs wider and wider, her hips jutting up in search of more of my touch.
“Doesn’t this feel just right, my darling?” I asked almost to myself, licking my lips at how her pussy hungrily accepted everything I gave her. “Taking my fingers so well… You’re such a good girl for me, little dove.”
More of her wetness lubricated my fingers. My lips twitched up at the sight. She always did look particularly adorable after being praised. “More, Loki,” she begged, and I shivered at the sound I had dreamed of so many times. “I need you, please.”
I hesitated for just a second, wanting to see her fall apart before I even got inside of her, but my own desire was too hard to resist. Paired with her pleading requests, I felt like a fool for keeping myself from making us both satisfied.
“Hold onto that pillow, little dove,” I urged, leaning over her to bring said item closer to her reach. “Are you ready?” I rubbed the head of my member against her opening, collecting some of the moisture to help me ease it in. She whined at the feeling, a long sound that went straight to my cock before she eagerly nodded.
“There we go,” I chuckled, pushing in and immediately groaning at the tightness that welcomed me home. I couldn’t believe I was inside of her.
My eyelashes fluttered when I closed my eyes to immerse myself in that incredible feeling. “Oh, how perfect,” I moaned, caressing her back while I fed her my cock inch by inch. “You take all of me so well, my love.”
She whimpered, making me concerned for an instant. “Does it hurt, darling?” I made sure to ask, needing to be sure that she was feeling as great as I was. “Do you want me to start slow?”
“No…” She whined, hands gripping the pillow I’d provided her. It was pathetic the impact that single drawn-out word had on me, as I took it as permission to start really fucking her. “Harder…” She begged, and that’s when I lost all control.
I fucked her roughly, desperate to show her all of my feelings, have her believe in them through the arguments my hips presented.
“Let go, little dove,” I ordered once I felt her clench around me, recognizing by her grip on the pillow and the strangled sounds escaping her that she was trying to hold back. “Let go for me, my love. I want to feel you drench my member.”
She gushed around me, and my decision was made before I had a chance to even consider it. I wanted to mark her every way I could so I allowed myself to meet her in bliss - and spilled inside of her tight channel.
“Oh, yes…” I moaned, still gently thrusting in and out of her, milking our orgasms. “Gotta make sure I’ve bred you nicely.” Her body trembled before she at last relaxed against the mattress, sighing in satisfaction.
“Happy?” I asked when she turned her face to the side, leaning over her to rub my nose against her soft cheek. She just nodded, eyes closed and I thought she was about to fall asleep when suddenly she opened them wide.
“Do you want me to stay with you tonight…?” I almost laughed at the question, especially since I was still buried to the hilt inside of her. I adjusted the both of us so I could keep myself there and yet hold her close in a comfortable position where we could fall asleep in each other’s arms.
