Summary: An argument means nothing when there is gossip.
It has been three hours, three hours since the incident. Loki didn't do the dishes, and she came home from work, guess what was still in the sink. She asked him last night and now she is sulking in the living room. Loki is in the bedroom huffing after he turns every other page of whatever book he is reading. She watches the tv not really focusing, she hears his phone ding, and the lockscreen slide open, she hears a sharp gasp. She glances at the bedroom, as he bolts through the door.
"Pause!" He calls, raises a brow, "I need a pause." They have a rule, you can pause an argument to redirect, they live a life that could be short. They live a life that could end at any moment, it's too short to always be pissed. She nods, and he jumps on the couch, "what happened?" He smiles, "I have tea." He hums taking her glass of water and sipping it with a long dramatic pause, "well?" She asks, he takes a breath before he answers, "Rogers, is dating." She gasps loudly and sits up, "what?!" She shouts grabbing his arm, his hand finds her waist, this is normal for these two, they love each other dearly, they bicker, they make up, they gossip. "WHO!" She shouts, not believing it, Steve has been single since the dinosaurs roamed the Earth. "You won't believe it." He hummed and she nods, "yes I am," she inches closer as he shakes his head. "No." He answers simply, sits on his lap their faces inches from each other, "who?"
"Barnes."
She gasped loudly, "WHAT!!" She screams and he laughs, "I know! I know! They finally did it!" She stares at him in disbelief her jaw drops, "I just, I - What? When?" He shrugs, "Wanda sent me a text, as well with a picture, some news sight took it." He shows her the picture, "is it AI?" He shakes his head, "no, look she texted they are now embracing their truth." Her gaze softens looking at the picture, "oh, oh what cutie patooties. I love them." He nods, "Their tolerable." She hits his arm, "I love them. So, do you." He nods, "that is all the tea I have darling, Argument back on?" She nods settling into his embrace. "I just don't understand, there is a machine that cleans the dishes why can't I just toss them in there." He sighs snuggling her, kissing her neck making himself comfortable. "It doesn't clean! It sanitizes, get the major food off."
Summary: Loki tests your limits as he tries one last time to make you scream.
Word Count: 1.9K
Pairing: Loki x Female Reader
Warnings: Explicit. Smut. It's mostly filth with a fluff ending. Pleasure Dom! Loki, bondage, rough oral, use of toys, edging. P in V. Aftercare.
The air was hot and humid from hours of heavy panting. The once cool satin sheets were sweltering against your skin. They no longer held the cold comforts to ease the fire crawling through you.
Loki sat on the settee, facing you as you writhed on his bed. He sat with his legs crossed, an ankle above his other knee. One hand settled on the back of the chaise. The other nursed a hundred-year-old scotch. You could hear the ice-sphere clink with the glass whenever he held it up to his lips for a sip. He looked like an emperor watching a match, a favorite pastime of entertainment, as you battled with your wits to survive his night of debauchery.
How many climaxes has it been? Three? Five? You lost count after Loki decided to suspend your arms above you and tie them to the posts of his bed.
“You look so lovely like this. Do you think you can give me one more, pet?” he growled as he turned the vibrator up using the remote control he had.
With each orgasm, your sensitivity rose. But so did the intensity of his toy. A sweet torture that you agreed to. One that you are now questioning. “I- I don’t…unnhh…” you moaned, arching your back and pulling on the restraints.
“Oh, but I love to see you unravel. Every. Time. You sing so beautifully for me.” Loki said taking another sip of his scotch. His eyes roamed your body. You could feel his stare caressing every inch of your skin. But it wasn’t enough.
“I…I need you, please,” you begged. You needed him to touch you. You needed his firm grip on your body to keep you tethered to this world. Otherwise, you would lose yourself in the haze of lust he was designing. Soft prayers escaped your lips to the god you hoped would hear them. You needed to feel something. Anything other than the soaked sheets beneath you and the unrelenting vibration of his device in between you.
Loki waved his hands and the bindings around your wrist disappeared. The slight rope burn stinging on your wrists. The vibration in between your legs stopped and soon you felt its absence as you pressed your legs together for release.
“I just don’t know what to do with you, bunny,” he admonished you. He stood up slowly, making his way over to the edge of the bed. He placed his hands inside his pockets as the light from the lone lamp behind him outlined his silhouette in rich gold. His hair fell across his face. His tongue roamed over his teeth and lips as he appraised your body. As if you were a morsel of decadence ready to be devoured.
Your eyes raked over him. From his hungry stare to his broad shoulders, down to the growing bulge tightening his pants. You were glad to know that you had affected him somehow.
“I’m sorry,” you apologized, feeling sheepish at the unknown slight you seemed to have caused. You arched your back off the bed, moaning, tempting him for a closer look. Touch me please, you thought as you conveyed your cravings in silence.
“Here I am giving you exactly what you wanted. Exactly what you asked for,” he cooed, crawling over your spent body on the bed. “And yet you still ask for more…you greedy girl.” He caged your head in between his arms. Your eyes followed the veins that flowed from his wrists up to where they hid underneath his rolled sleeves. But he did not stop crawling over you till your head was nestled in between his thighs.
You felt the heat and warmth in between his legs. Your hands involuntarily ran over his steel thighs, feeling the rough texture of his dark jeans. The quick intake of his breath betrayed the cool demeanor he was trying to portray. His hooded eyes and his sharp jaw looked down at you from up above, savoring the view of you underneath and in between him.
“You little minx. Did I say you can touch me?” His thighs closed in on your head below. You placed your hands to your side as you donned your best cherubic look for him.
“I’m sorry, sir,” you apologized biting your lip. Loki pinched his thumb onto your chin and pulled your lip from your bite. He ran his thumb gently over your swollen lips as he unbuttoned his jeans. Your eyes watched his fingers pull his zipper down and your mouth went slack as he stroked himself in front of you. Drool escaped the side of your mouth as your tongue darted forward trying to catch the precum beading off his tip.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Loki smiled. He sat on his knees, dominating over your wrecked body, not wanting to crush you underneath his godly thighs. You wouldn’t mind though.
“You are so desperate. So hungry and greedy for more. Hence, I’m going to use that eager little mouth of yours…” Loki tilted his head to the side. The view of his neck straining to keep control, the tightness in his jaw, made you ball your fist and clench your thighs.
“My greedy little girl.” His voice was low and smooth like the scotch he was drinking. It resonated deep within you, holding you as a captive listener. “I always take care of you. Don’t I?”
“Yes, sir,” you moaned impatiently.
“I spoil you too much. But don’t worry, darling. I’ll feed your greed- inch by inch. You’re going to take me and you’re going to show me how much you want me. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir.” You said meekly, grabbing the sides of the sheets.
“Open.” He commanded and you obliged. He sank himself inside your hot mouth. Slowly at first, savoring the heat and tightness of your lips around him. You twirled your tongue around the best you could given his girth and the restrictions of your head.
“That’s my good little whore,” he praised. His words made you suck harder. It made you want to please him even more. Loki started to dive deeper and deeper towards the back of your throat. The gasping, choking sounds you made only spurred him to go faster.
You squeezed your legs together and held on to the bed beneath you. You were at the mercy of the god who could easily crush you- and it thrilled you. You grabbed a hold of the back of his hips and pushed him further into your throat. Loki whimpered your name and you held onto him tighter, your nails leaving red welts upon his silken skin. Your mouth pulled on his cock harder and he couldn’t stop moaning.
He grabbed the headboard, leaning down for support. His knees had gone weak and his whole body shook with desire. Loki continued to thrust down onto your face, pinning you in between his sharp hips and the firm mattress below. He balled his fists and screamed out your name.
Loki couldn’t take it any longer. His hips thrusted into your tight wet lips. With each pull, with each drag, he would lose a small piece of his sanity- almost bringing him to the brink of his powerful release.
“Stop,” he panted. “Stop!” he commanded himself. He willed himself to stay still. His breath was heavy. His lungs burned. His thick cock was still inside your mouth as he looked down at you.
You had tears running down your red eyes. Sweat plastered tendrils of your hair onto your slick skin. Loki pulled out cautiously and rested his heavy cock on your neck. You took a gasp of air which stung your throat. “You look ruined,” he smiled grabbing your chin and shaking your head left and right.
Loki began crawling backward, dragging his length down your deprived body. Your saliva coating his dick smeared a trail in between your heaving breast and past your navel.
“Still wet, bunny?” He asked as he swiped his fingers in between your pussy. He maneuvered himself in between your legs “I’m going to have fun ruining the rest of your body too.”
“Loki, please…” you continued to beg.
“Awe don’t worry, darling. I know…shh…I know…” he tutted gently. He placed his tip inside your wet folds, stretching you further than his toy did earlier. “Beautiful…” he grunted as he sunk deeper inside of you. Loki watched as you moaned and arched your back. Your beautiful face contorted into a sinful orgasm.
He was close as well. He was edging himself to get there but waiting for you to come again. You felt his thick cock penetrate you completely. “I…don’t know if I can…” you whined in pleasure. You were drained. You didn’t know if you had it in you to give your love another climax.
“Yes, you can. I know you can, pet,” he encouraged. He started drilling faster. Trying to keep his climax on the verge of release. He leaned over you again, trapping your head in between his arms. “I worked this pussy too well. Your next orgasm is mine. Do you understand me?” he grabbed your face to look straight at him. He pushed himself deep into you, “mineee…” he growled onto your quivering lips.
You squeezed around him. Pushing him further and deeper into the haze of bliss. “B-bunny…give it to…fuck…give it to me…” You wrapped your arms around him. Scratches and claw marks littered his back. He reciprocated your passion with bruises from his fingertips and lips.
You looked down to where you both collided and screamed your release. “…Loki…” The sight of his godly cock entering your tight folds… repeatedly… rhythmically… made you give in to his claim. Your body exploded. You felt weightless and heavy at the same time as you yelled his name with the last breath in your lungs.
Loki soon followed. You could feel his thighs shaking in between your legs. He cried your name in a litany, along with Asgardian phrases and degrading curses.
“Oh, fuck,” he repeated as he continued thrusting inside your slick walls eventually slowing down. His teeth grazed against your cheek, whispering sordid words and promises you couldn’t understand.
Panting and drained, Loki dismounted and laid next to you in bed. He watched you breathe deeply and lose yourself in post-coital ecstasy. “Love,” he called out to you.
You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t move.
“Love, can you hear me?” he asked amused. You could only nod your head as you closed your eyes and let weariness take you. You felt a warm towel caress your face and wipe the tears from your eyes. He continued in between your legs massaging life back into your muscles. With a snap of his fingers, you felt the sheets beneath you change into cool Egyptian cotton.
“I think I may have driven you too hard tonight, bunny,” he said with chagrin. You shook your head to try and protest, catching his lips in the process.
“More,” you grumbled. “Never enough…” you nuzzled into his neck, letting his steady heartbeat guide you into slumber.
“My greedy girl. How blessed I am to have an insatiable woman,” he laughed.
“I’ll always want you,” you whispered. Loki smiled at your confession as he pulled you closer and wrapped both of you in a plush duvet.
“Rest then, my love. And when you wake, we can talk about more.”
Male!Loki x Enhanced!Female!Reader: A Place Like Home [Ch. 1]
Summary: Be careful what you wish you for—the clichés might never stop coming.
Challenge: "160 Collective Drabbles" on Lunaescence Archives
Rating/Tags: T (Reader-Insert; Female Reader-Insert; POV Second Person; Not Marvel Cinematic Universe Phase Two Compliant; Canon Divergence - Post Movie: Avengers (2012); Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Alternate Universe; Enhanced!Reader; Redeemed!Loki; Not A Deconstruction; Established Relationship; Panic Attacks; Other Tags Not Added to Avoid Spoilers)
Pairings/Relationships: Loki/Reader; Avengers Team & Reader; Background Canon Relationships
Tag List: @imaginesfire
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Notes: I've been working on this fic for months now. It is, in fact, a prompt-response fic. It was supposed to be just a one shot, but the more I worked on it, the more scenes I needed to add to actually make the point of the story worth the emotional payoff. So here it is in all its (YMMV) glory! That's right; it's done. I finished the entire thing before I started posting it. I'll be posting one chapter a week until it's all taken care of. I hope you enjoy it!
Just an FYI ahead of time: There are a couple of sarcastic narrative asides about clichés in MCU reader-insert fic. These are directed at literally no one but myself. After all, goofy, cliché reader-insert fic is my bread and butter! As the tag indicates, there's no Doki Doki Literature Club!-esque deconstruction here; just good, old-fashioned self-insert fun.
Chapter 1: Things Looked Better Yesterday
The first sign that anything was amiss came swiftly and alarmingly—despite the complete lack of an alarm. One moment, you dozed in blissful unconsciousness. Mere seconds later, your eyes drifted open to the sounds of distant traffic and the accompanying short blasts of car horns. Warm, yellow sunlight filled the room. Your heart lurched at this sight, and you rocketed up from the mattress at once. With that kind of lighting in your bedroom, you had no doubts whatsoever: You were absolutely, definitely late for work.
"Mmm. Unless it's an emergency, let's have five more minutes, shall we?"
More overt warning signs came barreling at you one after another then. You had gone to bed alone, for one, so who on earth did this sleepy male voice belong to? And soon after that thought chilled you to the bone, a long arm draped across your waist to pull your back against a flat, naked chest. As your heartbeat reached hitherto unheard-of speeds, your brain finally registered three more upsetting details: This was not your bed; this was not your room; and these were not your pajamas.
You screamed, lurched toward the nearest edge of the mattress, and tumbled chin-first onto the soft rug below.
Someone—whoever the voice and the arm and the chest belonged to, you guessed—snored themselves properly awake. Now there could be no escape. Though you scrambled to get yourself into a kneeling position, you barely managed that much before the sheets above you shifted to reveal a shirtless man sitting in their midst.
"Was it an emergency, then?" he asked around a yawn. "I didn't hear a siren. Are you sure we need to get up this early when we don't absolutely have to?"
No reply occurred to you. Your entire being felt frozen to the spot.
The man cracked open a single green eye to look at you. The arms he'd risen in a luxurious stretch fell to his sides. "[Name], are you all right?"
There in the bed you'd only just vacated sat Loki Laufeyson, a man you knew only as a fictional character in the MCU. And he wasn't just shirtless either. As the silky sheets slid a few more inches down his sides, you saw that the man had no clothing on at all. You squeaked as you clapped your hands over your face—though what for, you didn't know. All signs pointed to you having seen him naked already, although you could find no memory of the event.
When had you last attended a comic convention anyway? And sure, people teased you about your crushes on fictional characters even as you aged into adulthood, but you weren't this pathetic. Even after being out of any long-term relationship for months, you weren't so desperate that you'd stoop to having one-night stands with random cosplayers!
"I should hope not," said the man. "I suspect many of the cosplayers downstairs don't bathe regularly."
Oops. You'd made that last self-depreciating comment out loud. A deep, shuddering breath preceded the removal of your hands from your eyes. Still, you kept your gaze carefully averted from the man's pale torso as you replied: "I didn't mean to offend you. You smell pretty good, as far as I can tell."
The following pause extended so long that you dared to allow yourself a glance at his face. His sleepy expression faded as the two of you stared at one another. Somehow, this looked movie-accurate, too. If your heart hadn't been thundering in your chest from sheer terror, you might have asked him for a headshot. Then again, probably not. How could you pin up a photograph of a man you'd slept with for no other reason than that he happened to look uncannily like an attractive movie character?
The Loki lookalike opened his mouth, seemed to think better of saying whatever was on his mind, closed his mouth, then threw his legs over your side of the bed. "Is there any particular reason you're sitting on the floor?" he asked.
Mostly because you weren't confident that your own legs would hold you up if you tried to stand. Your head felt fuzzy and light; the curtains shifting in the breeze from the heater sent sparkles across your vision. You really didn't need to add vomiting on a hot stranger's rug in front of said hot stranger to your list of suffered mortifications that morning.
"I don't remember how I got here," you said weakly.
"Well," he patted the empty space next to him on the bed, smirking, "why don't you come back up here, and we'll jog your memory with a little reenactment?"
You surged to your feet. "No!"
"No?"
"Thank you! No, thank you. I appreciate the offer, but this is really not like me at all. I'm late enough for work as it is."
"I thought you had the day off." Now the cosplayer sounded confused.
"I'm sorry that I lied to you." The apology probably would have meant more had you recalled lying to him about such a thing in the first place, or if you'd put in any effort at all to sound sincere. You were too busy craning your neck every which way to give your tone much thought.
"Are you looking for something?"
"My clothes."
"Have you tried the closet?"
Considering your complete blackout of the night before, you sort of assumed anything you'd been wearing would have been haphazardly strewn around the room. Everything around you looked immaculate—no, not just immaculate. Glistening. Gold and green. Grand. The idea that you'd bedded a man serious enough to keep his bedroom in character made the whole place blur as you swayed and groaned.
"[Name], what's going on? Have you fallen ill?"
You hadn't been drunk enough to experience a hangover since your college days. But whoever this guy was, as worried as he sounded, he didn't need to know that this was your first in quite some time. He'd already taken advantage of the situation from the sound of things. No need to give him more ammunition.
"Please just give me my clothes," you begged him. "I can't go to work like this."
"I don't see why not."
"Look, it was sweet of you to lend me these pajamas. They're actually really comfortable. And I promise that I will still take them home, get them cleaned, and return them to you as quickly as possible."
"That might come across as an insult. I believe Mother intended them to be a gift."
"I've never met your mother!"
Panic swept through your veins in one mighty surge. Goosebumps erupted over your skin as your heart beat faster than ever. Your throat clamped around itself. You couldn't breathe. And just as quickly as the cold tingling began, a swift wave of heat crashed over you from head to toe. You heard rather than saw the man leave the bed to pad barefoot in your direction. Perhaps you'd have to reassess your statement about his scent; a sour, acrid smell that burned the back of your tongue arrived alongside him.
Once he reached you, he crouched so that your eyes were level with his. You couldn't recall collapsing. The lookalike lifted an arm to grasp your shoulder, but the moment he touched you, he hissed and drew back as though your skin burned him.
"Darling, I can't help you when you're doing that."
Doing what? Dying? Because that's what a complete stranger calling you "darling" made you feel like you were doing! By then, the fear had grown so overwhelming that you couldn't speak. Frantically shaking your head would have to do to keep him at this short distance.
"I see," he said. "I'll call the good doctor. At the very least, his little green friend should be able to touch you."
The man disappeared from your narrowed field of vision. You could hear faintly, over the noise of your own ragged breathing, him saying something to someone. His absence gave you a little time to think. Surely you could figure out how you'd found yourself in this situation, right? All you needed to do was think hard about what had happened to you the day before.
You couldn't come up with much. You'd gone to work. It had been a particularly long, boring day in the middle of the week. After clocking out sometime after sunset, you went straight home by yourself. A shooting star streaked across the night sky as you unlocked the door to your apartment, and a wish had swiftly passed through your mind: If only your life could be just a little less lonely.
A granted wish? No! That was insane. Wishes didn't come true. And what did people say about the answer to mysteries? Something about the most logical solution often being the correct one? You'd probably gone out to a bar for some socialization after work, met this guy, had one drink too many, and agreed to follow him home. Which only meant that this panic attack—another first in a long time—was completely stupid. Nothing could be more mundane than making enough bad choices of your own to land yourself in some weird guy's bed.
Someone knocked smartly on the door, which in turn knocked you right out of your trance. You could only imagine how embarrassed you would be when another person saw you like this. Being humiliated wouldn't help your current condition; the alien surroundings weren't doing much for you either. Closing your eyes, you tried to focus on the solid details around you: the soft rug beneath your hands; the familiar noise of New York traffic; the clean, almost herbal scent that filled the room; two voices, clear as day from across the room.
"Really? You had to answer the door naked?" asked a new male voice.
"Why, Doctor, whatever are you talking about? We both can clearly see that I am fully clothed."
"You know that I can smell your illusions, right?"
A pause, followed by a sulky: "I'll put on a robe."
"A real one this time, if you don't mind."
This exchange gave you the opportunity to attempt to control yourself. You still didn't feel a whole lot better. If you put any thought into your present circumstances, your breath began to hitch again—but being marginally less convinced of your own impending death counted as a win. How long such conviction would last, you could not say. The sound of two sets of approaching footsteps caused you to seize up once more.
"[Name]?" the new voice asked kindly. When you didn't reply, the man went on, "Is this why you called me?"
The cosplayer answered, "I am utterly at a loss as to what to do. One minute, we were fast asleep in bed. The next, she's flailing about, saying she has to get to work. And when I mentioned my mother, she just crumpled."
"As many mortals might at the mention of the goddess of love and beauty," the second man said wryly.
You felt your first stab of annoyance at this display. In fact, you managed to feel something other than fear long enough to open your eyes and glare at the Loki lookalike. "It's called a panic attack."
He blinked. "A panic attack? You don't have panic attacks."
Obviously, you did, and how would he know anyway after a single night of lovemaking? Before you could say as much, the newcomer sighed:
"You called me for a panic attack? Loki, for the last time, I am not a practicing medical doctor."
"Yes, right now you are practicing being a pain in my ass instead. All I want is for you to fix my girlfriend. Helen isn't here, so you'll have to do."
You really, really wished you hadn't looked at the second man. So many questions filled your mind as you listened to the conversation—who did this lookalike think he was, referring to you as his girlfriend? And he was so committed to the role that he had his friends call him Loki?—but every single one of them fell away as you spotted the man standing next to the cosplayer—another cosplayer, by the look of things, this one shorter and scruffier, with a mop of graying brown hair and a vibrantly purple shirt.
Moaning, you buried your face into your hands. "This cannot be happening."
Unfortunately, everything pointed to it happening. How? Why? You had no idea. But it really did seem as though you were sitting on the floor and trying not to cry in front of Loki Laufeyson and Bruce Banner, two people that, as far as you knew, didn't really exist! It made no sense at all. Nor would it ever, so long as you couldn't pull yourself together.
The two men murmured back and forth during the time you struggled to calm yourself using every ounce of panic disorder-related advice you'd come across during your several years of therapy. You ignored the conversation, breathed deeply in through your nose and out through your mouth, and concentrated on your slowing heartbeat until, at last, you had the capacity to think clearly again.
"Oh, thank Bor," said Loki as you exhaled a final sigh. Then, before you could do anything to prevent him drawing nearer, he threw himself onto the ground and pulled you into a warm embrace. "Stifling" might have been a better word for it. He didn't stink this time, but you stiffened as his soft arms wound around you nonetheless.
Bruce placed his hands on his thighs and leaned toward you. Loki didn't pay him the slightest bit of attention, choosing to focus instead on nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. If you hadn't been so laser focused on simply staying upright, you probably would have squirmed out of his grip.
"[Name], are you feeling better now?" Bruce asked.
"No thanks to you, Doctor I’m-the-Smartest-Man-on-the-Planet," Loki said, voice muffled by your shoulder.
Bruce rolled his eyes and waited patiently for your answer. You hesitated to give one, "better" being a relative term in this situation. But maybe these two would have some idea of what was going on than you did.
"I'm fine now, thank you," you said before rushing on with: "I don't think I am who you think I am, though."
That got Loki to release you, though he didn't move far. "What do you mean? You're [F Name] [L Name], aren't you?"
"Well, yes. But—"
"Then I know exactly who you are."
"Let her finish, Loki," Bruce admonished him. The doctor’s brow crinkled with concern as he watched you chew on your lip in thought.
This might be more difficult than you'd first anticipated. After all, you couldn't just tell them they didn't really exist. Saying something like that would only get you sent to a loony bin. You'd rather skip that trip, much as you might have belonged there.
"Er," you began awkwardly, eyes flicking between both men's faces. "I, um, don't think I'm the right [F Name] [L Name]? I know that probably sounds crazy, but I really don't remember any of this," you gestured at the room at large," "or either of you," you motioned to them," or anything leading up to being here. This isn't my life. I don't know how I would have ended up in a place like this."
Loki and Bruce stared at you. The longer the silence dragged on, the more you shifted in place. They exchanged a look with one another. Then:
"Ah," said Loki.
Relief flooded through your veins. They knew. They believed you. Soon, you would be back home, or on the way there, and—
"Dr. Cho did warn us that something like this might happen," Bruce said.
And the relief vanished. "W-What?"
Nodding, Loki gripped both your shoulders in his hands. He looked far more serious than he had at any other point during that morning. "There was an...incident during a skirmish yesterday. You got overwhelmed. Helen stabilized you before things got too bad, but she did advise us to keep an eye out for any other possible side effects, such as amnesia."
Amnesia? Could that really be? A sharp tingle like that of an electric shock raced up your back. Although you wanted to come across as firm when you said, "No. I remember what I did yesterday. I wasn't here," you didn't manage to keep the quake out of your voice.
"And what do you think you did yesterday?"
"I went to work, and then I went straight home."
"Exactly!" Loki grinned. "See, you do remember. You're just a little confused on the details. I'm sure with a little help from yours truly, you'll be back to normal in no time."
Could that somehow be true? Could the life you recalled up until now be entirely made up? Could you have dreamed up a backstory to explain why you already knew Loki and Bruce despite knowing nothing about yourself? You didn't think so—but the all-too-familiar fatigue following your recent panic attack had started to sink into your bones. Thinking about anything that life-changing that deeply would have to wait until you recovered.
You climbed to your feet. If you could just lay down for a minute or two, perhaps then you could figure things out. Neither Bruce nor Loki attempted to stop your drowsy line in the direction of the bed. Just as you reached to peel the sheets back to slip under them, however, your stomach gave a tremendous gurgle.
Loki's laugh shattered the uncomfortable quiet. "Hungry, are we? Well, that we can fix right away."
He wrapped a hand around your wrist and whisked you out of the room without offering you a chance to protest.
******
Sometime later—your current state made it difficult to pinpoint an exact amount—you found yourself sitting at a huge black table located in front of a massive wall of windows. Outside unfolded a dizzying view of early morning traffic weaving through the streets all those stories below. Inside's view didn't inspire much more confidence; it only served to remind you that this wasn't your kitchen. Your kitchen had clutter, a single skylight, and the occasional dirty dish waiting in the sink gifted to you by your lazy past self. This kitchen looked as though it had never seen a dirty dish in its entire life—even though you had to assume seven or so people used it regularly.
But you couldn't really make that assumption, could you? In your reality (or your memories, if Loki and Bruce were to be believed), Bruce Banner and Loki did not live together, nor did they trade subtly friendly barbs back and forth with one another. Who knew what other differences existed that you hadn't noticed yet?
"And voilà! A breakfast fit for a queen."
Loki placed a plate in front of you with an exaggerated flourish. On that plate sat a slice of toast with butter, scrambled eggs, and a piece of bacon. "Fit for a queen," though? The toast was charred, the eggs runny, and even if you weren't too full of anxiety to eat, you couldn't imagine daring to put that bacon in your mouth. But he looked so pleased with himself that you voiced none of your thoughts; you simply smiled back tremulously.
His own grin softened. "You're very welcome," he said before leaning down to brush his lips against your nearest temple. This oasis of sweetness in a desert of confusion lasted all of a second before he startled you with a light smack on your back.
"Well, then, I'll be off!"
"Off? You're leaving?" you asked.
"Right, you'll have forgotten. Thor has insisted that we visit our parents today. Normally, I'd be begging you to come along, of course, to spare me a portion of the tedium. But I'd hardly be any sort of gentleman if I subjected you to Odin while you're in such a condition. So be a good girl, and I should be back this evening, provided traffic is light on the Bifrost.
"Look after my beloved for me, would you, Doctor?"
With that parting, Loki dashed from the room. Bruce hadn't even replied. He had to still be nearby, however. You could practically feel his concerned gaze boring into the back of your head. Most likely he just wanted to make sure you ate—but if he'd seen the fruits of Loki's labor, he'd know that waiting for that was a lost cause. It took what little energy you had leftover to keep yourself from shoving the food clear to the other end of the table.
Bruce did not say anything as the time stretched on. Neither did you. Just as the thought of asking to be returned to Loki's bedroom dawned on you (at least you knew it would be empty), someone else strutted into the dining room.
"Good morning, Toxic Avenger, Mr. Incredible!"
Whoever this new person was, their level of cheer made your head throb painfully. You turned your head in the direction of the entrance—and felt your jaw drop at the sight that awaited you. There in the room stood none other than Tony Stark—Iron Man—the beating heart of the MCU.
He flinched as your eyes met. "What happened to you? Didn't Dr. Cho tell your boy toy no mead for the foreseeable future? He knows that doesn't treat blunt force trauma, right?"
All you could do in answer was open and shut your mouth repeatedly. Logically, if Bruce and Loki were real, Tony would be, too. But given the complete lack of logic in the entire affair, you thought you could forgive yourself for short-circuiting like that.
Tony's expression grew more worried. "[Name]?"
"She experienced a panic attack this morning," Bruce supplied helpfully from somewhere just out of your line of vision.
"Yeah, yesterday was pretty rough, wasn't it?" Tony approached to pat you sympathetically on the shoulder, then grimaced as he spotted your plate. "And that looks even worse than you do. Let me guess: Prince Charming decided to cheer you up with a little force-fed poison."
You heard Bruce stifle a chuckle.
"And you let him! You know he knows that he's not supposed to waste my food on his disgusting attempts at gaining a culinary education!”
"I offered to help him. He declined."
"Of course he did. Not to worry, [Name]. Real breakfast is on the way."
Your plate of painstakingly- (if not well-)crafted food disappeared. Tony marched it over to a trash can and unceremoniously scraped its contents into the bin. As he went to place your unused utensils in the sink, he said:
"JARVIS, tell the team to meet up in the kitchen. Bruce and I are making waffles."
"I take it that you mean Bruce is making waffles while Tony gets in the way," Bruce remarked, but he didn't look upset. He simply rolled up his sleeves and walked over to the counter. Tony smirked at him while he pulled ingredients out of the fridge and cabinets.
"Hey, did I hear JARVIS right? Breakfast?"
This eager voice belonged to Clint Barton. Tony waved him into room.
"We're gonna have a 'We Survived' party following yesterday. Midgardians only."
Clint clapped his hand together before sauntering inside. "Excellent! Tasha's just finishing up her morning training session. She said she'll be here soon." He, too, joined the commotion in the kitchen. A few seconds later, you heard him call: "Do you want coffee or OJ, [Name]?"
Your tongue remained glued to the roof of your mouth. One after one, fantastical visions you had only seen on the screen entered your life and spoke as though they knew you—as though they cared about you. How could you even begin to respond?
Thankfully, you were spared having to do so by the arrival of Steve Rogers. He'd barely poked his head through the open doorway when Tony said, "Hit it, JARVIS!" and the Star-Spangled Banner erupted from what sounded like speakers hidden in every surface. Wearing a comically serious expression, Tony placed a hand over his heart. Clint saluted. Even Bruce got into things, albeit merely by hiding another smile behind his whisk and a bowl of waffle batter.
"Do you have to do that every morning?" Steve sighed.
"Learning real humor will do you some good, Cap. Think of it as your payment for the otherwise free room and board."
"I'm really starting to miss Brooklyn."
Steve caught your eye as he passed and offered you a nod. Thank goodness he stopped there. Any further attention from Captain America might have stopped your heart completely. You couldn't even manage to squeak in greeting. Then he had moved on to the group busy with food preparation:
"How about I make us some eggs, Dr. Banner."
"I'd appreciate some help from someone who actually understands that setting the stove on the highest dial doesn't simply produce the food faster," Bruce said.
Clint spluttered something about growing up on a diet of circus peanuts and popcorn; how was he supposed to know the finer details of making burgers?
"Thanks, Steve," Bruce added over this added noise of indignation.
Once the national anthem came to a close, JARVIS switched the music. Hard rock played next. At least he kept the volume low. The men continued to bicker and work in alternating bursts, and soon the smell of baking waffles, frying bacon, and percolating coffee filled the air. The thick scents made your stomach turn. You tried to grip your knees to keep yourself in the moment, but no matter how hard your knuckles tightened, you couldn't stop thinking.
Odds were you were just crazy. Now that you thought about it, the real crazy idea was that you'd somehow got sucked into an alternate universe where all your favorite characters were flesh and blood. No. You'd been in an accident, and it wouldn't be much longer before you woke up in a hospital bed. Acquaintances would no doubt react with raucous laughter when you described your coma dream to them.
Most people already thought your passion for certain fictional worlds was strange and oftentimes too intense. This was proof of your very own. Could there be a bigger loser than someone whose subconscious put them straight in the middle of a bad self-insert fan fiction?
"Good morning boys and girl." The chair across from you scraped against the tile floor as someone pulled it back. Into that chair plopped Natasha Romanoff. She took one look at you, then placed her elbow on the table and her cheek on her fist to shoot you a catlike grin. "Jeez, you look like you got hit by a truck—or maybe an Asgardian with a penchant for horned helmets. I think you looked better yesterday."
You couldn't do it. Natasha was the last straw. No one seemed to have noticed you hadn't said a single word since Tony had come in anyway. With nothing more than a vague mutter about needing the bathroom, you shot out of your chair and into the hall. You heard Natasha make a confused noise. No time to answer her. Your pace would not slow until you fully escaped this bizarre nightmare.
******
Night had started to fall when you staggered out of your apartment building on shaking legs. You collapsed onto the empty steps out front, too dazed to so much as hyperventilate. Above you stretched a matte, starless sky with red along the visible edges. All around you swarmed patches of light: warm windows, haloed streetlamps, blinding headlights. How often had you sat in this exact spot at this exact time to wait for taxis? These surroundings ought to have been something you knew. But you didn't know any of it, not anymore.
Your bare feet stung and your back ached from your day of running around Manhattan. Maybe fleeing from breakfast without trying to find proper supplies—like shoes or actual clothing—had not been your smartest plan. You had just been so scared of being stopped and so convinced that you'd soon regain consciousness that figuring out how to get back to the room you'd woken up in felt like a waste of time. Now you had to face the truth wearing someone else's pajamas, alone, with no money, no phone, and no food.
And what was the truth you had to face? That you didn't live here. Oh, no. Worse. You didn't just not live there anymore. You’d never lived there at all. A single chat with the building manager proved that. He refused to let you into your former home. Bursting into tears in reaction only got you so far as an allowance to accompany the manager to knock on the door. Someone did answer, and that someone didn't know you, and you didn't know them.
Probably the only reason either the resident or the manager had been polite enough to let you leave of your own volition was that you were recognizable. A day of wandering the streets had not changed your appearance enough to avoid stares, murmurs, and the occasional request for an autograph.
The same held true outside as well. People walking by came to a complete stop when they spotted you. More than a few phone cameras flashed in your direction. You heard more voices the longer you sat there: "Isn't that Cinnabar?" "What's an Avenger doing here?" "Do you think there's some emergency?"
Great. As if you didn't find your own terror difficult enough to deal with, your mere presence had passersby scared, too. Your disheveled appearance wouldn't help matters. If only you could have opened your mouth and reassured them—not that you had any idea what comfort you might offer someone else just then.
Slowly, you forced yourself to wobble to your feet. It had been December last you knew. The visible puffs of air raising from your lips indicated that that remained true. Without money or a coat, you needed to get moving if you wanted to find somewhere indoors to stay warm overnight. You wouldn't be able to make it back to Avengers Tower before being outside became dangerous, and truth be told, you weren't so sure you wanted to return.
You'd gathered a small crowd of onlookers during your vigil. They backed up to give you space as you made it to the sidewalk. Their mumbling grew so soft that you could no longer eavesdrop. Better for you to focus on taking one step after another. You could do that. One step after—
A tremendous flash of light lit up the sky. Thunder roared so loudly that the ground shook. Your head snapped upward as you pitched forward. Though your knees screamed in protest as they hit the cement, you could only find the room in your mind for one thought:
Hadn't the sky been clear only moments ago?
"Brother, I have found her!" a voice boomed nearly as loud as the thunder itself. Then you were swept up into a pair of huge, unyielding arms. You squirmed fruitlessly in their grasp, anxiety mounting. Your captor only laughed, a sound you could feel reverberating in their chest.
"Thor, release [Name] at once. You're clearly suffocating her."
"Apologies."
The arms withdrew, and you stumbled backwards as you gasped for air. A face above the limbs swan into view: Thor Odinson, grinning broadly down at you.
"We returned to find you missing. We were worried for you," he said.
"Quite," Loki agreed. "But come. Let us move to a more private area before you send the mortals to a hospital."
You allowed him to gently pull you up the street. A quick glance backward showed you the throng from earlier watching your trio leave. Several of them swayed on their feet; one or two held hands up to their heads. Now that you thought about it, Loki and Thor's arrival had brought with it another scent. This one was different from before. Minty, perhaps?
"Lucky for us, Asgardians are immune to this variety of your toxic fumes!" Thor said.
Heat filled your cheeks. Of course it would be that your first discussion with two of your fictional heroes would involve them casually chatting about your gas. Did that mean the stench from the morning had belonged to you as well? But Loki had not been able to touch you then, and as soon as he'd marched you to an empty street corner that evening, he gave you a brief hug. He cupped your face between his palms the moment he drew away.
"What in all the Ten Realms are you doing out here?" he asked.
The sudden softness of his expression made it impossible for you to lie. You opened your mouth, but no words exited it. "I just...needed to know for sure," you said after a moment of struggle.
"And you couldn't have waited for me to join you? Or, Heven forbid I encourage such behavior, but one of the many do-gooders we reside with?"
Tears filled your eyes at the suggestion. Normally you weren't such an easy crier, but it had been a long day, one of the longest in your memory. Refusing to ask for help from a group of people who didn't appear to mean you any harm felt incredibly stupid in retrospect. If these were the real Avengers—and you had mounting evidence that they were—obviously they would have assisted you. Maybe they would not have believed you, but they probably would have agreed to take you to your old apartment.
Loki's thumb caught one of the tears that spilled over your bottom eyelids. After that, he grazed his hands down your neck to your shoulders. "There, there. We'll simply blame your ordeal on Dr. Banner's horrendous babysitting. I swear, once that woman—"
Thor loudly cleared his throat. Loki paused, rolled his eyes, and went on:
"—Natasha enters a room, all his supposedly genius mind can think about is her ass—"
"Ah-hem."
Loki hesitated a little longer this time before continuing, "—her assets." He glared at his brother, who merely beamed in return and gave him two thumbs-up. "Still, one would believe he could remain focused on you for a few hours, given your condition."
"Loki tells me that you are suffering memory loss after yesterday's battle," Thor said.
You were too tired to argue the point any longer. More importantly, you were too tired to run. Thor and Loki would only catch you again in short order. Where you could run off to anyway, you didn't know. So you simply nodded and said, "It looks like it," in a small voice.
One of Loki's hands tightened around the shoulder it rested upon; he pulled you to his side as he took a step forward. "And as you are ill, I refuse to let you wander the streets like this a second longer. Let us retire to the tower, where I will draw you a hot bath and see to it that you are well taken care of until this has passed."
You cringed despite your bone-deep exhaustion. To your surprise, Loki noticed, moved a little away from you, and let you go.
"Or," he said slowly," you can clean yourself up however you see fit and get some rest. I can sleep on the floor."
Another peal of boisterous laughter shocked you awake; you'd almost forgotten that Thor was there. No longer could you ignore his presence when he slung one of his arms around you and then Loki in rapid succession. "Truly proof of the depths of my brother's love for you, [Name]! Never in all my years have I heard him offer to sleep anywhere but on the choicest of beds available."
"Yes, well..."
Were you actually going crazy, or did Thor's observation have Loki blushing? The bad lighting made it difficult to tell for sure. Before you could give the idea much space inside your head, Thor squeezed you tightly against himself.
"Then let us be home!" he cried, releasing Loki to spin his hammer in front of himself.
"Wait! Thor! No! There is a perfectly good subway system just a—"
"Better hold on tight, Loki, or [Name] and I shall make it to the tower long before you will!"
Loki did not need telling twice. He quickly threw his arms around Thor's neck just in the nick of time. Both of your screams were swallowed up by the night sky as the ground zoomed away from your feet.
You awaken and try to move. Your skin is raw. Legs numb from being tied for God knows how long. The only light in the warehouse flickers from a lamp above the table. Loki and Bucky lean on it, their eyes fixed on you studying. Watching.
The silence is thick, broken only by Loki’s voice.
“Hello, Pet…” he purrs his voice like velvet.
He smirks, tilting his head. You know that look it’s the same one he wore the first time he touched you like something he owned. A memory claws its way up: his fingers tight around your throat, him whispering promises and sin in your ear.
You force it down.
“Bit dramatic,” you mutter, nodding around the room.
“We thought you’d appreciate the drama,” Loki replies, his grin widening.
“Cut the bullshit, Loki. Why am I here?” you snap.
Loki feigns a wounded expression. “Oh, come now. Is that any way to greet your lovers?”
Bucky moves behind you, slow and deliberate. His grip tightens on the back of your chair, the wood creaking under pressure. You twist, trying to see him, but the ropes hold firm.
“Ex-lovers,” you bite out. “Remember? You left me. You abandoned me.”
“You mean when we walked away from a rotting organisation that would’ve sold us the second we became inconvenient?” Loki’s laugh is cold.
“No. I mean when you walked away from me.”
Bucky’s breath brushes the side of your neck. His presence is close and your skin prickles with awareness.
“We didn’t want to hurt you Y/N?” Loki murmurs.
Your laugh is sharp and bitter. “Didn’t want to hurt me, you’ve tied me to a fucking chair, Loki. You left me to face SHIELD’s suspicions alone. They interrogated me for months. Treated me like a traitor. I lost everything because of you two."
Loki steps closer. His hand slides beneath your chin, tilting your face up until your eyes meet his.
His voice is sharp. “And yet you stayed with them. The loyal little Pet.”
You jerk your head away. “Someone had to prove you weren’t murderers. I thought I owed you that much.
“And yet… here you are,” Loki says, voice cool. “Tied up. Still loyal to them. Even though they left you to burn when we disappeared.”
“What do you want? Plans? Targets? You already know everything I know,” you say, voice hard.
Loki leans in, a whisper of a smirk on his lips. “We want confirmation. Leaks. Updates. And maybe… to see if the Pet still purrs.”
“What if I don’t know, or… you know, conveniently don’t remember?” You ask, voice thick with sarcasm.
Loki’s smirk falters. His eyes sharpen.
“Oh, we’ll make you remember,” he says, voice laced with promise.
He brushes a thumb across your lower lip. You try not to react, but a slight tremble betrays you. Bucky sees it. Feels it.
He leans in close, his voice a whisper against your ear. “You still react to us, Doll…”
Your eyes snap to his. “Oh, look. He speaks. Was starting to think Hydra rewired your voice box.”
He says nothing. But the tension is thick almost unbreathable.
You swallow hard. “Tell me something did you ever plan to tell me the truth? Or was I just a warm body between missions?”
Loki’s expression darkens. Bucky steps in front of you now, crouching.
“That’s not what it was,” Loki growls. “Don’t pretend you didn’t crave it. What we gave you. What we still could.”
“You mean the control? The games?” you spit. “Yeah. I loved being your favorite toy.”
Bucky’s fingers trace the strap of your top. It slips off your shoulder. His lips follow.
You hate how your body remembers him.
Bucky mumbles in to your skin “Tell us what we need, and we’ll give you what you want.”
Your breath stutters. That familiar heat coils in your core. But you dig in, voice barely audible “No.”
Loki chuckles, dark and low. “That word never meant what you thought it did, Darling. You never used it when we had you under us.”
Rage flares up and snaps you back to yourself
You snap. “You want to play games, Loki? You’re not gods. You’re just traitors.”
His hand tightens on your chin. Bucky’s hands rest on your thighs possessive, unmoving.
“Say what you want,” Loki murmurs, “but you’ll beg before this night is over. Not for freedom but for us.”
You spit at his feet. “I’ll never beg for anything from you. Not ever again. Now just ask your damn questions.”
“Oh, you say that now, darling…” His voice is a warning now, “But you will.”
Bucky snorts softly, his gaze never leaving you as his hands slip into his pockets as he stands up. His stance is casual, almost bored, but there’s something unsettling in the way his eyes track every movement you make. “You’re really testing our patience,” he mutters. “And that’s not a game you’re gonna win.”
Loki’s lips curl. “Such fire,” he says. “But you’re mistaken if you think that’s what we want, Little Agent.”
He leans in. ““Begging isn’t the goal… it’s your resistance that’s going to break.
Bucky’s voice cuts in, sudden and sharp. “Who’s leading SHIELD’s field operations now?”
You tilt your head and smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Loki crouches again, dragging a thumb roughly across your cheek. “We will find out, Pet. With or without your help. But we’d prefer it be with.”
Your voice cracks, but you don’t stop. “Stop calling me that. You left me to rot, Loki. I’ve spent every day since trying to rebuild a life I barely remember how to live. And now you want me to what? Fall in line? Let you hurt me again?”
Your voice drops to a whisper. “Do it. Hurt me. I have nothing left to break that you two didn’t already shatter.” a tear escaping from you.
Silence falls.
You see it just a flicker regret in their eyes. But it passes. Neither of them backs down.
Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader) (Series)
Summary : The year is 2012, Loki picks up the tesseract in an attempt to escape from the clutches of Avengers and his brother Thor only to end up in a tiny studio appartment in Minesotta, the occupant being none other than you. You reluctantly agree to hide and help the crazy god of mischief and terrorism wondering why you were even thinking about helping a fugitive?
Warning: 18+ This series will contain smut in the later chapters, Soft loki alert, Read the warning in every chapter
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Summary: Loki visits you, an Asgardian Healer one evening to relieve his burning ache.
Pairing: Prince!Loki x AsgardianHealer!Reader
Word count: 1202
Warnings: smut, 18+ DNI, mentions of sex etc..
You are one of the acclaimed healers for the Royal Family in Asgard, a feat for someone your age. Most healers you work with were as old as Odin themselves yet you were just a bit younger than Princes Thor and Loki. Your penchant for herbology and healing magic earned Frigga's favor and Loki's attention - both being respective powerful magic welders in the realm.
You were wrapping up a day's work in your own personal greenhouse, you were immersed in the silence of the night, only hearing the sounds of nature - just how you preferred it. You were organizing the manuscripts and tomes for various potions that you were developing that was sprawling on top of the immense oak table when you hear approaching footsteps. Long, light strides crunching the leaves underneath. You peeked and saw a familiar face - Prince Loki. His chiseled face was illuminated by the moon and looking all regal in his emerald, and gold Asgardian garb.
"It's already midnight. Has mother been overworking you again yn?" the prince inquired as he draws closer to you.
"Good evening, Loki. Fortunately not, I was about to retire for the night. What brings you here tonight? You don't seem to look injured for you to need my healing power" you responded as you organized the last tome back into the shelf.
" oh but I ache, the pain rippling throughout my body like bursts of electricity, my core burning with a strong desire waiting to be quenched" he teasingly cooed in your ear, only to receive a naive response.
"Norns, that doesn't sound good, I'll prepare a potion to make you feel better" you gestured for him to sit on the wooden chair, feigning ignorance about what he just said. A blush crept up on your face but you looked away so Loki wouldn't notice.
"You know that's not what I meant yn" he said sternly.
You sighed, you were trying so hard to curb your growing desire for Loki, and him doing this isn't helping your case at all. You love how passionate he is about magic and every time he visits you would just talk about it. But this visit has a deeper meaning than the previous ones.
Did he perhaps like you too? "Tell me, what is it then that you desire?" you wanted clarity - knowing full well he wanted more than just your herbs and potions.
He drew in, his warm hand grabbing you by the waist to pull you closer. You can feel his warm breath as he nuzzles on the crook of your neck making your legs feel like jelly and you start to pool with arousal "I want to claim you - I can't fight this feeling for you any longer. I want you to be mine and mine only.. tonight and forever. Please tell me you want it too"
You tried to process what just happened but your mind had started feeling hazy from arousal, you knew you want it as much as he does, "yes - I want this and I want you"
He crashed his lips to yours in a slow and sensual kiss, tongues intertwining in a sweet dance. His hands roam to undress you without breaking the kiss and you fiddle to unbuckle his belt too. Your clothes drop by your ankle as Loki admires your supple body, glistening in the flickering light of the lanterns. You did free his cock as well, springing out of the tight confines of his trousers and towering angrily towards his belly. You were in awe of this sight and wondered if this could ever fit you.
You kissed again, now his hands roaming around your body, groping both breasts and occasionally flicking your nipples - making you groan. He lifts you up so you sit on the oak table, your legs spreading to show a wet cunt waiting to be filled. He started stroking his cock as he looked at you with his lust-filled eyes.
You started touching yourself as well, lifting a leg up the table as you drew lazy circles on your clit, making you moan in pleasure. Loki can't help himself, he rushes to grip your inner thighs, lifting and spreading both of your legs on the table now and sinking deep into your throbbing wetness. He hungrily devours you, his nose brushing on your engorged nub as he licks and sucks you. Occasionally he darts his tongue inside you.
He then proceeds to wet his digits and carefully burrows them inside you. You bucked your hips and gyrate to match the tempo as he thrust his fingers inside you. His pace quickened as you felt your walls clenching him tightly, you threw your head back as you orgasmed, flooding his fingers. He licked his finger clean from your sweet nectar as he does with your pussy too. Your whole body shuddered.
He moved between your thighs to position himself, moving your butt slightly on the edge. His cock twitched as he guided it to your folds. He teasingly drew a strip across before slowly burrowing the tip inside. You gasped at his girth as he continue to slowly inch inside you until he was balls deep. He felt your wet walls clamping down on him and you dug your nails deep into his back. The pain and the pleasure urged him to take it slowly. He thrust slowly out, only leaving the tip inside before thrusting in again. He started picking up the pace and releasing a feral grunt every time he pushes himself deeper. You responded by moaning his name over and over as he crashes into your sweet spot. The dirty squelching your bodies produce were like an aphrodisiac to your ears. Your toe fingers curled as you slowly ascend to climax.
"Loki... I... I'm about to..." You mustered in between breaths, tears forming on the corners of your eyes
"Cum for me, darling.. let it out." He shakily responded.
You arched your back and pulled him closer as you had your sweet release, flooding Loki's cock inside you.
"I'm cumming to yn... Oh fuck"
It was the last thing you heard before you felt his warm seed spilling inside you. He pulled out and slumped on a chair behind him as he marvels at the mess you both made - your legs still spreading as your pussy drips from your combined cum unto the table, and spilling unto the floor. You lie there exhausted as Loki groggily stands up to help prop you up.
"you did amazing, darling. Far better than all the nights I spent fantasizing about you. I love you" he whispered as he plants small kisses on your forehead.
" I love you too..." You trailed off as you started rubbing your legs together.
"my darling, you're still horny, aren't you? Oh dear, we need to fix that" he teased.
"It was just too good!" You shyly responded, pursing your lips.
"I guess we will be having the greenhouse all to ourselves tonight. You might need your stamina potions, darling" he quips as he takes you in for another kiss before pulling down the table and flipping you over so he could take you from behind this time.
Time changes several things, including a person’s appearance. The reader was once fit and confident about her physique but recent changes in her lifestyle has made her bloated. Ashamed of her current body, she shuns away from Loki, and keeps him at bay whenever he tries to get close to her. That was until our Silvertongue decides to erase her insecurities once and for all.
Warnings: Body issues.
Read time: ~6 mins
Note: The song mentioned in the story is “For All You Give” by The Paper Kites.
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I wanna take you everywhere I go
Have you by my side
Take a walk round in every town
Drive across state lines
Like the sun sends a golden stream
Into our front room
I could be the same old light for you
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“Come on, dance with me,” Loki pulled her out of the couch and flush to his body.
“You mean ‘sway’ with me,” she giggled.
“Whatever you would like to call it,” he rested his cheek against hers.
“I love this song!” She hummed.
“So do I.”
The lyrics floated through the room, and rippled with the movements of the two bodies swaying to the whims of the accompanying music.
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Like the morning is always new
Give it back to you
Like the rain, it just passes through
For all you give
I'll give it back to you
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“You know I love you, right?” Loki murmured on the skin of her shoulder.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Then why do you say things that hurt me?”
An exhausted sigh left her. She pulled herself away ever so slightly, just enough to be able to look into his green eyes.
“I never wanted to hurt you, Loki. It’s true, isn’t it, that I don’t look as I used to. I don’t like this version of me.”
His eyes looked deep into her soul. There was a command in them, as a king would hold while addressing his subject. But it was softened by a reverence and an equally unparalleled love.
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I think about it like a man in need
Every time I'm gone
Wait to see you like a mile-long train
Is passing by your door
And my life is set around you now
Tangled up the same
And I'll be the one who calls your name
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“But I still love you,” Loki declared. “You. How you look has never mattered to me.”
She raised a playful brow at the statement.
The trickster let out a soft laugh. “I mean, I love the way you look. Any time. In any form. You have always mesmerized me, love.”
“But I disappoint myself,” tears had begun to form at the corners of her eyes.
“Why do you let your looks define you?” Loki slipped a slender finger beneath her chin and held it up. “You are a queen! It is not your looks but your attitude and your work that should define you.”
“Easy for you to say, god!”
Loki sighed in defeat. There seemed to be no way he could convince her with his words.
“Come here.” He took her by the hand, and walked to their bedroom.
“Love, I get it. I get your point,” she chuckled, assuming Loki’s “intentions”.
“No, you do not. You say that you have understood, and then I see you hating yourself all over again. Were you not the one who had taught me to love myself no matter what the world says? Were you not the one to tell me to look past my faults, and find the light inside? I did. And I found you. I found us!”
“I still love myself,” she tried to reason, “I just...it’s this mirror that I don’t like.”
“And this is exactly the reason why I need you to look at it.”
Loki positioned them to stand in front of the mirror, with her facing it while he stood behind her.
“What do you see?” He asked her reflection.
“A gorgeous god with a bag of fat,” she laughed, knowing the reaction she’d receive from him.
“You know what I see?”
“A humble god with a ravishing woman?” She jested.
“Partially correct. The woman is ravishing, yes. But the god is gorgeous, too.”
“Narcissist!” She smacked his arm playfully.
“What? One should always appreciate oneself! You are the one who has taught me that.”
“Hmm,” she hummed in agreement, letting a stubborn smile take over her features.
“But I also see a gracious amount of soft skin hidden behind this ugly piece of cloth,” Loki pulled at her t-shirt.
“Don’t you call my baggy tee ugly, mister!” She laughed.
“Shut up. It is ugly because it does not allow me to feel the warmth of your skin. Do you have any idea how much your touch soothes me? How I crave for your skin...any part of it whenever I am feeling anxious?”
“I know,” she whispered.
“Then? I see this ugly thing again, not hugging but clumsily falling over your beautiful, curvy waist,” his hands gently squeezed her waist. “You know how much I love these curves of yours. But did you know that now there is a lot more room for me to dig my fingers into as I make love to you?”
The way he was purring into her ears, and the manner in which his long fingers were slowly gripping her, made her giggle and squirm.
“Ticklish...just the way I like it. See, you do not even allow me to tickle you anymore.”
The more she wiggled under his hold, the more he continued his mischief. Their laughter filled the room until she was panting and begging him to stop.
He kissed her neck before speaking, “And these?”
His palms had now snaked up her body, stopping only when they came to rest on her breasts.
“Do you have any, any idea how much I love these?”
“I guess, I do,” she replied through ragged breaths. Either his hands were exuding magic or she must have lost her senses during the whole tickle-fight, she thought.
“No, you do not,” he breathed in her ear. Yes, it was him and not her, she was sure now.
“If you knew,” his mouth continued with the words while his hands continued with something else, “you would not have left me craving for days.”
“(Y/N)?” He turned her around to face him, “Why are you depriving me of things that I love? Things that I need for survival? I need you. All of you - the good and the bad. Although there is nothing ‘bad’ about your body but only about the way you look at it. Look at yourself the way I look at you. And then you shall see what a marvellous creation you are!”
A tear ran down her cheek. Wiping it off, she tried to laugh but almost choked on her emotions. “I still don’t understand how you can love me so much. You, a god!”
“I am,” Loki kissed her face, “but a simple man with a heart that beats for you. And yes, the most charming man in the entire universe!”
His mischievous smirk made her laugh. Loki stole the moment to pull her flush to him.
“You are my queen,” he ran a hand over her head and down her neck, “my angel. You are…the most beautiful creation that can ever exist. And never ever will you doubt yourself.” He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Or else I shall punish you.”
A pleasant shiver ran up her spine. “Is that a threat from a god?” She whispered back.
“It is a promise from a god,” his breath warmed the shell of her ear, “and a god always keeps his promise.”
Series summary: After Loki was banished from Asgard he landed at some place in midgard. Now that he didn't have his powers and magic he was just like another mortal. After a few years of struggle and rejection he became a mafia boss. A billionaire. Yes, he was a trader ...but of lives. His heart didn't feel much emotions now.Can a girl whom he met accidentally be his remedy ? Will she be able to break the wall he had built around his heart? Will she be able to bring light in his dark world?...
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He couldn't even begin to describe how much he despised seeing you with another man and why. He can't do it. He can't have you. He knows better than to repeat that whole falling in love and dating nonsense.
........Right?
But then why does it feel as if the adrenaline pumping through his veins would burst out even at the thought of you being with another man?
The sound of your echoed laughter pulled him out of his trance as he took in the dreadful sight in front of him - that guy, whoever he was- he didn't see his face as he had his back towards him, had his hands all over you, as you danced in his hands.
He had to do something.Why? He had no clue.
He saw him walking towards the bar as you too went there after a few minutes and he gave you a drink.
"Y/N?" Loki said as he approached you from behind "Oh, hey" "Would you mind if I talk to him for a second" he said referring to Marc "Uh, sure go ahead"
He took Marc and walked away till he was out of sight and as soon he was... "Do you know who I am ?" "Y-yes I do, Mr. Laufeyson" "Good. And know this, if I see you with her for even a millisecond from now, you'll be history. And if you even think about harming her, I'll make you beg for death" he growled. The fear was evident in the boys eyes as he heard this. "I'll count till seven...run. 1...2.." before he could reach till 5 the boy ran for his life.
Then Loki returned to you and sat on the bar stool beside you "Enjoying ourselves, are we?" he said, a tiny smirk playing on his lips "More than I thought I would... Where's Marc ?" "You seem to like him a lot, huh?" he said, controlling his jealousy. "I was just asking cuz he went with you....then he didn't so" you said with a shrug "And he never would." this made you visibly confused "I mean, he received a call and he had to go... who knows when you're gonna see him again" "Hmm...fair enough
Standing up, he offered you his hand to you with a little bow "May I have the privilege of sharing this dance with you, my lady?" he said making you blush deeply. "You may" you took his hand as he lead you to the dance floor.
Both of you swayed in each other's arms, uncaring of the world around you as you twirled and dipped.
Much to your surprise, and not in a pleasant way, you started feeling dizzy and lightheaded after sometime. Your body seemed like it was about to go limp. "Loki ...I ..I feel.." you started "What's wrong? Are you okay?" he said
"I..I sort of...I just.." before you could complete your words you went down like a stone but luckily for you, Loki was your night in the shining armour.... again. He, almost instinctively, picked you up, not letting your head hit the floor as a wave of concern washed his face
"Y/N? Y/N!? Darling, wake up!" he tried but it was to no avail. He signalled one of his guards and then moved out of the crowded hall, picking you up in his arms effortlessly as he carried you to his car with his guard backing you up from close behind.
The chauffeur opened the car door for him as he laid you down in the backseat. His mind was running a hundred miles per second. 'What happened to you?' ; 'Is someone behind it or is it just some deficiency of the body?' ; 'And if someone is indeed there, who could it be?' ; 'Could it be the kidnappers from earlier?' ; 'Could it be .....' then it hit him.
His nostrils flared and jaw clenched. "Darling, please open your eyes. Please" he said, sounding almost desperate. But it was again in vain. Then he turned to the chauffeur "You know where we need to go. There's only one accurate place" he said to him "Yes, sir" the chauffeur said with a nod and started the limo.
Loki tried all he could, from gently patting your cheek to restless attempts of calling you by your name but nothing seemed to he helping.
After sometime, the car stopped in front of what seemed like a lab. Loki stepped out the limo and a man wearing a white lab coat, with short brown curls and specs walked out with a smile on his face
"Laufeyson, after so many days! What's up? Everything okay, I hope?" he said, offering a hand for Loki to shake, which he did. "Hello, Bruce. Everything was okay, a few hours ago, but now ... you'll have to do your job, Dr. Banner" he said forcing a smile on his face as he was visibly tensed because of you. He opened the car door, revealing you.
"Wait, is that ...Y/N?" Bruce said, surprised "Uh, yes? How do you know her?" Loki asked, visibly confused "I will tell you, hut not now. Better if I treat her first, don't you think?" "Yeah, right. Sure, ofcourse. But don't think that I'll drop it." "Obviously. I know you that much by now. Bring her to the lab"
"Hey- watch your tongue! You don't get to order me or boss me around" "I'm not doing either, just performing my job as a doctor" this earned an eye roll from Loki and a "Clearly" which was dripping sarcasm.
You were brought to the lab and laid on the strecher as Bruce took your pulse and did all the essential things needed to be.
