If you are looking for some Loki fluff with a dash of smut, a smidge of brotherly love, and zero toxic family drama this fic might do it for you.
18+ Fluffy and Smutty 18+
Non-canon AU
A Gift For Loki (A Loki FanFic) - Epilogue (on Wattpad)
https://www.wattpad.com/1234061519-a-gift-for-loki-a-loki-fanfic-epilogue?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=November_Rayne&wp_originator=ZNTzZBofyDGymfSIyp%2F1dkuyIgPeoXad44JkKCpdBwWtMxXB%2BkOZS5XTcbf3oi0%2FOKyPqnvbIdyA4mEv8Yw2aZ7mj0lVtGxmbQtyYywClAODZjuAWYDxWo55%2BxR6fdwW 18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT 18+ Loki gets the surprise of his life when he discovers that his parents have betrothed him to the daughter of the most prominent Lord in Asgard. NON-CANON, AU: Thor and Loki are biological brothers. Odin isn't a bad father. 18+ Fluffy & Smutty 18+
A/N: Finally, an update! Sorry for the wait guys, truly, I honestly thought I would have finished this series before the Loki series premiered but I've been struggling with some personal, life-gives-you-lemons shit, and I was burned out--Bad! Anyway, hope you enjoy this little chapter. ♥
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~Y/N
The great hall was filled with boisterous laughter—not prideful, but proud all the same, enamoured with the world in the moment. Clutter of wine goblets after every toast was like music. Fandral had occasionally burst out in song between each meal served, acting like the bard he was. Thor listened intently as Volstagg recounted the last couple of days while Hogun nursed his drink in silence, content.
“I think your dear prince is in need of saving,” Sif leaned closer to you, nudging her chin towards a far corner of the room. You blushed when she called him yours.
Loki was getting an earful from Heimdall. His ears were the faintest bit red—flustered, or perhaps embarrassed—yet, if one didn’t know what tells to look for, his discomfort would be impossible to deduce from simple conversation.
You watched the two of them converse in hushed tones. Loki caught your glance and gave a wink as reassurance.
“Oh, I think he can handle himself,” you said to Sif. Then you saw Loki rub the back of his neck, an awkward laugh leaving his lips. Whatever Loki said had given Heimdall reason for pause. They both stood there, quiet, unsure of what to say, shifting from one leg to the other. “Or not.”
“They look like they’re being tortured, poor sods.” Sif took a sip of her wine, smiling into the brim. “Go. Save them. Again.”
You excused yourself from the table and walked over to the two men. You carried an extra wine goblet as a peace offering.
“Enjoying the festivities?” you handed Heimdall the goblet. Thankful, he swirled the wine around so he’d have something to do.
“Immensely,” Loki said a little too enthusiastically. His toothy smile was forced, out of place. The awkward silence set in again.
“Oh, since the two of you are getting along so well, I’ll head back to the table. Volstagg is on his second boar, and Sif and I placed a bet to see if he’d finish it whole. My money is on half. Sif bet on a third.” You took a step back and both men protested. You had to resist the urge to laugh. Two gods, both immensely power, were terrified of awkward silences.
Heimdall cleared his throat as if he were about to say something. Loki reached for your elbow. “Please, stay,” he whispered.
You pressed your lips together to keep from smiling too wide. His look was pleading, desperate and you found it adorable. You nodded discretely, shooting him a wink of your own. Loki let out a sigh of relief in secret, keeping one step behind you, as if you were his shield. It was subtle, but every time there was a sudden noise, he’d flinch. You reached for his hand. His hand warmed to your touch, so did his disposition
The room was lively, a stark contrast to how tense and unwelcoming the palace had been a few hours ago.
“It’s strange, isn’t it?” you said, toying with your wine close to your lips. “A day ago, this would have all seemed impossible.”
“A day ago I was being hunted by a figment of my mind. Strange is putting it mildly.” Loki’s hand squeezed yours as if he was trying to see if you were real. If everything around him was real. He emptied his goblet in a single swig. “Refill?” Loki took your goblet despite it being half-full and made his way towards the wine casks stacked against the wall.
“Get old enough, and little surprises you anymore,” Heimdall said, eyeing yours and Loki’s handfasting tattoos. “That, however, did. Is it what you wanted?”
You searched your father’s face. There was concern present in his eyes, but his voice was soft. You looked down at your hand and then at Loki, and couldn’t help but smile. A fluttering filled your stomach. It had been a while since you’d been hopeful.
“It didn’t happen how I imagined it would, but, yes, this is what I want.”
Heimdall nodded, “That’s all I needed to know.”
“Really? That’s it?”
He smiled, “We’ve spent most of our time together fighting. Fighting the past, a king, magic. The last thing I want to do is be at odds with you. And, despite my reservations, if Loki makes you happy then I won’t stand in your way.”
“From where I was sitting, it looked like he needed some rescuing. What did you say to him?” You watched Loki make his way back.
“Oh, that’s one secret I’m going to keep to myself.” With a smile, Heimdall kissed your forehead, ready to retire for the night. “Though, I can’t say that making him squirm didn’t amuse me. Now, I think it’s time I turn in for the night.”
“Goodnight, Father,” you said.
He froze, momentarily, getting used to his new role, to the familiarity you were both beginning to find in your new relationship. Then, warmly, he said his goodbyes. His large frame disappeared into the bulk of the crowd and out the large doors.
Loki, more comfortable now that it was just the two of you, placed his hand on the small of your bank. His thumb brushed against the silky material there, his cheeks flush from the wine.
“Still in one piece?” you teased as he handed you your wine goblet.
“Barely,” Loki sighed in relief, shoulders slumping.
You set your goblet on a nearby table so you could run your fingers through his hair. “What did he say?”
He took you in his arms, fingers laced around the small of our back. “What any father would. That I should do my best to make you happy. And if I don’t, he’ll make sure I regret it. And I was very much inclined to believe him.”
Loki searched the room for someone, his eyes serious with thought.
“What is it?” you asked, selfishly wanting all of his attention to be on you.
He practically mumbled his next words, “I don’t see Baldrick anywhere.”
“Ah,” you smirked. “Your mother mentioned something about bribing him with sweets in exchange for a smile. I think she took him to the kitchen.”
Loki’s brow furrowed, but his smirk let you know it wasn’t agitation, it was reverie, the pleasant kind.
You cupped his cheeks to draw his gaze back down towards you, “Is something the matter?”
“N—No, everything’s fine. It’s just…there’s something about him. It’s like…” he shook his head, wisps of hair tickling his jaw. “I don’t quite know how to describe it.”
But you did, “Like you know him from somewhere.”
Loki nodded, that inquisitive look returning slowly. “Yes. Almost.”
A loud rumble, followed by some deafening laughter broke through the hall’s music. Loki flinched again, this time it was harder for him to hide his reaction. You walked towards the large doors, pulling him in tow. He didn’t protest, and from the look on his face, you could tell he was happier away from loud noises.
When the two of you were alone, strolling the hallways, hand in hand, you continued: “We’ve all felt it. It’s like we’re connected. But I don’t know-how, and he won’t tell me.”
“How did you find him?”
“That is a very long, very complicated story.”
Loki looked at the winding hallways, admiring the large columns and amber lighting. “It’s a nice night for a walk. We can take the scenic route.”
As you and Loki walked at a leisurely pace, stopping now and again to take in the sights. And once you started talking, it became easier and easier to keep going. Loki was silent, but you didn’t need him to say anything, you just needed someone to listen. It felt good, like a weight was being lifted, brick by brick. Before you knew it, you were stopped by a door, deep in the palace. It was your bedroom door. The two of you stood there, lost for words, and you could swear the air turned hot and thick. Instantly, you thought of the night by the balcony where you’d shared your first kiss. Suddenly, you felt the urge to close the distance between the two of you. You opened your mouth to say something, but Loki cut you off, his focus drawn to your intertwined hands.
“I wanted to thank you,” he said.
“For what?” you took a step towards him.
“Everything,” he looked you in the eye, squeezing your hand. “For being you. For… for being by my side when I needed you.”
You leaned close, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. At the contact, you felt a sliver of something electric, full of desire and a calmer sensation, close to contentment. Your stomach knotted, and you felt that familiar pull of your magic reaching out for his, anticipating that flutter to fill your stomach. You lingered in the kiss, waiting for his magic to touch yours, but the wait wasn’t ending so you broke away first, half confused, half disappointed. “Well, get used to it. Because it looks like you’re stuck with me.” You raised your intertwined hands to show off your linked tattoos.
The corner of his mouth twitched, that bashful smirk of his threatened to return. He kissed your forehead before taking a step back. “You should go in, rest. It’s been quite the eventful day.”
You couldn’t shake the thought that he was pulling away from you. As he motioned to turn around, you reached for him and said, “Stay with me.”
He tensed, mouth opening with no words behind them.
“I don't want to be alone tonight,” you said. “And, I think, you don’t either.”
“No. I don’t,” he admitted.
“Then why are you shutting me out?”
“Shutting you out?” he said the words as if they were an absurdity, then he laughed. “I could never dream of shutting you out.”
“I can feel this…distance between us, and I—”
A fevered rush filled your belly, the sensation you’d been yearning for and instantly, in a grand, sweeping motion, Loki cradled your face and kissed you. You could feel what he was feeling, and you knew it went both ways. You moaned into the touch and his reaction was equally carnal. His body pressed yours against the door and you could practically taste his desire, his lust. It was sweet and bitter all at once. Powerful. Glorious.
Your body reciprocated to his touch, tangling itself against him, one leg hooked over his hip. He held you steady, pressing the hardness of himself deeper. His tongue tasted of wine and you savoured it. A deep, pleasant rumble left his chest as he angled his mouth so he could further explore your own. Soon you were sharing more than emotions and phantom sensation, you were sharing thoughts, memories, fantasies. First was the memory of your first kiss on the balcony. It was tangled together with fantasy, of you beneath green, velvet sheets, moaning Loki’s name as he entered you. Then your own dreams melded in, the one of the snake and the cave. The rushing images were so potent that you could have sworn the fantasy actually happened.
Loki’s next moan was practically primal. You whimpered when you felt him harden against your lifted thigh. Your body started to ache, desperately. Loki held your tattooed hand against the door, fingers straining from the tightened grip. When the kiss ended, you both backed away, your lungs were so starved of air that you had to place your hand on your chest just to make sure you were still breathing.
“Your eyes are glowing,” he shocked out between breaths.
You placed your palm on your belly and squeezed, stifling a moan as you shut your eyes for a moment. “That was…” you swallowed, dazed by everything that was happening inside your body. “It’s never been this powerful before. This vivid. I can still feel you, feel us.”
“I hope that answers your question then.” Loki cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t shutting you out, Y/N. I wanted to do this right. Everything between us has happened so fast, too fast. But we have time now. Time enough to take things slow, to do this right.”
“Time has done nothing but keep us apart,” you licked your lips, still able to taste him. You shook your head, determined to take the next step. “I don’t want to do this right. I just want you. Besides, you can’t plead modesty now that I’m your betrothed.”
Loki stilled, a spark of mischief to him as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Betrothed? Till today, I never knew how beautiful a word it is.”
You opened your door and tugged at his sleeve, “Stay with me.”
Loki crossed the threshold, one hand undoing the buttons of his coat. He had given you his answer.
~Loki
He had wanted to do things right, not to rush headfirst into a storm of lust and longing. But as soon as his foot was through the door, as soon as he saw that her bed looked warm and inviting, he was a slave to his desire. He had wanted this for so long, even before he met her, he just never knew how to put his feeling to words. He wanted companionship, someone to make him feel like he belonged. And in the chaos of them having known each other, Y/N had given him the one thing he’d been too proud to ask for: a home.
Loki loomed over her, enthralled with the way her heavy-lidded witch eyes were near-closed in anticipation of another kiss. He obliged, eagerly. His fingers deftly worked her corset out of its laces.
“I have wanted this for so long,” he said, fingers brushing against the soft skin of her belly as her gown fell to the floor. He rushed to lift her off the ground and bury his lips at the crook of her neck.
“I’m yours,” she whimpered, locking her ankles around his back. Her own fingers worked on his shirt. Every brush of her fingers against his chest made him shudder, his mind growing blank. He indulged himself in the taste of her skin, loving the way her body felt soft and right in his grip, rubbed flush against him.
“And, I, yours,” he devoted himself to her, with so few words. And then he pressed her into the mattress, felt the firmness of it give in to the weight of them.
Her room was dark, and with a single thought, his magic ignited the candles scattered in the room. It was an instant blaze. White, hot. For a brief second, he thought he’d set them both on fire, but it wasn’t literal, it was the intensity of their passion. He was drowning in her, and her in him.
The candlelight washed over her, making her look ethereal, imagined. Too beautiful with her plump lips, witching eyes and unfurled hair as wild as the forest. He loved how perfect she looked. He loved her. And by all the nine realms, he’d make sure she knew that with each kiss, each whispered, sweet reverence.
Her head was filled with mist, hot, sticky and in a haze. He could feel her spinning under her eyelids. He could feel what he was doing to her nerves, setting them alight, flooding them with pleasure. It wasn’t enough, he wanted to give her more.
His thumb found the mound of her breast. With such simple contact, they grew hard and tight, just like his cock. She let out a soft cry, back arching so they could stay connected. He brought his mouth to her swelling breasts, rolling her nipple between his thumb and index finger. She tangled her hands in his hair, and Loki imagined her doing so when he was buried between her thighs, tasting her, enjoying the power of her surrender.
“Let go,” he said, feeling her fight the tension building insider her. Their magic was completely linked, overpowering, and he knew she was afraid of how all-consuming their bond had become. In truth, he was too. It was a brilliant mix of hedonism and devotion. “Lose yourself to me, like I have to you.”
He pressed her hands flat on the bed as he brought his lips back to hers. She trembled beneath him, not bothered to bite back every moan. Something glorious was brewing in her belly, he trailed a kiss from her lips to the scar on her chest to her navel, admiring how their magic chose specific places to bloom. For her, it was her belly. For him, his chest. Then, gloriously, she came undone, gasping as her eyes blurred over, pupils dilated and dark. He nearly followed after her, gripping the sheets to stay grounded, present. He took a moment to steel himself as she began to remember the world around her. Yet, a part of her was still shrouded, hidden from him. A dark spot in a sea of light. Despite that, Loki had more to give her, and he was glad she wasn’t done either.
He rolled off the bed and discarded the last of his clothes. Y/N reached up for him, eyes just shy of open as she called out to him. He stirred at the sound of his name from her lips, husky.
“Say it again,” he pleaded, spreading her legs wider as he kneeled between them.
“Loki,” she barely managed to finish before her breath hitched.
His tongue was at her core, inside her. He had to keep his left hand balled tightly to keep from touching himself, from alleviating how desperately his body wanted to be joined with her. She rocked against his tongue, fingers knotting in his hair just like he’d imagined earlier. He let out a deep noise that was barely man.
She gasped, head rolling back as she struggled to keep centred, “That feels—”
Loki knew how it felt, he was certain he wouldn’t be able to fight the pleasure of this rush if he brought it on. Slowly, regretfully, he got off his knees and laid over her again. With what strength she had left, he rolled him onto his back and he let her, finding a new shock of delight at her dominance.
The pressure was immense for him now, as she straddled him, slick and ready.
“Are you sure?” he asked with the last shred of his willpower.
She sucked on her lower lip in, responding by wrapping her fingers around his cock, gasping as she guided him into her. Loki’s mind flashed bright with lightning, and he almost rushed to his release a second time. When they were connected, completely, he let her set the pace, bracing her body by the hips, using his strength to keep her shaking legs steady. From there, everything became frenzied. They found a rhythm, and Loki smiled every time she cried out his name. He enjoyed their endlessness. They were both eager, excited to tumble off the cliff together, joined, as one.
“I love you,” he said faintly as he filled her.
Then everything went brilliant. His head whipped to the side, climax sparking in his peripheral like stars. She shuddered, bracing his shoulders like a lifeline. He watched her climax again, swearing to remember this moment forever. Always.
“I love you more,” she whispered back.
Sometime in the night, Loki heard Y/N stir and get out of bed. He spread out over the bed, body seeking her heat. His body and mind were both spent, too spent to even open his eyes. Time moved both fast and slow, and, eventually, he sensed her return to him, curled under his arm, and he felt complete again.
IMAGINES: LOKI x READER - Her risky game (on Wattpad)
themes: drama
sneak peek: She loved testing his patience. She enjoyed making him jealous. The fire that ignited in his eyes whenever he caught her flirting with another man—whether it was a warrior of Asgard, a young lad, or an ordinary Midgardian—was unforgettable, irresistible.
She craved him, Loki. His jealousy, his madness, his love. She thrived on his anger. Every cigarette, the bitter taste of smoke, and his wild eyes revealing every emotion brought her immense pleasure.
IMAGINES: LOKI x READER - Alvita (16 +) (on Wattpad)
themes: drama, strangers to lovers
sneak peek: 🌌 On Sakaar, the chaotic junkyard planet, Loki meets Alvita, a fierce Valkyrie with icy blue eyes and a troubled past. Their fiery connection is instant, turning a rivalry into undeniable chemistry.
🔥 Between thrilling confrontations and passionate nights, Loki finds himself drawn to her in unexpected ways. In a world full of chaos, could this be the spark of something real?
Loki's Epiphany (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/327457770-loki%27s-epiphany?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=MorganSloan215&wp_originator=na7NZknVlOy%2F9Pl6TZSBRQda3PA7lEsPIlVFCS0stJIJPcyEKjkwYh7UXYminA%2FMECRhh0Flfj%2FW4WTiwtWbR4IL%2FYcXEk64HU9dE3rWAHdIhCtVBEgr%2BUtA7bsmjbFt Wounded from the serpent on the rock, Loki has nothing left but Sigyn-and a furious obsession with revenge. Sigyn vows to stay at his side regardless of his transformation, desperate to help him find kindness again for the sake of her secret. Tainted from afar by a new accomplice, Loki charges ahead with abandon until retaliation costs him all he's ever wanted.
