#mortal loki

[lokisprettygirl]

What's Love Got to do with it? (Loki x female reader)

Part 2

Read Part 1 here

Summary : How do you tell a guy you don't love him without telling him you don't love him? Loki doesn't get a hint

Warning : 18+ Smut, Drinking,

Writing this for @not-anotha-loki-fanart-acc

When loki went downstairs, he was mobbed by your family members again, they bombarded him with questions about his life.

"You sound British? Where are you from? Your cousin mark asked

"Uhhh I'm from London actually, born and brought up there" he answered politely

"Why did you leave London?" Your mom asked

"Uhh I came here for further studies, I quite enjoy new york so I just stayed" he answered

"Ever thought of modelling?" Mandy asked him nervously

"umm I beg your pardon, what?" He raised his eyebrows

"So did you have any serious relationship before y/n" your sister Monty asked

"uhh yeah I did ..I guess" he answered nervously

"Oh my goddd let him eat" you snapped and all of them got quiet. What were you thinking bringing him here, he looks like a pig that's about to be roasted.

"There's a party in evening, just barbecue and drinks, I hope you'll enjoy that" your mom told him and he nodded politely

"So loki do you love our daughter?" Your dad asked and you facepalmed

"I do, that's why I proposed her, I really do love her" he smiled as he looked at you with those damn puppy eyes and sunshiny smile, Everyone awwed and you just felt bad for the poor sap.

After lunch, everyone decided to let him breathe for sometimes, you wanted to go mess with him but that love confession made you cringe. In the evening you got ready and went out in the yard where the party was happening, music was loud and you were ready to get drunk and dance. You saw him in a black shirt with a black pant, dancing with your cousin Mandy. Did he dress up to kill her? You could tell she had a huge crush on him, she had her arms wrapped around his neck, he laughed at something she said, you couldn't deny how pretty he looked sometimes. You felt something you haven't felt in a long time, jealousy.

You walked over to them and his pupils dilated as he saw you in your black dress and full make up on "Y/n, you look so gorgeous" he hugged you and you pulled him in for a kiss, your eyes glaring at Mandy. She scurried off as soon as she got the hint. Loki pulled away he didn't want to indulge in pda and make your family members uncomfortable. what a polite loser

You made him a drink and gave it to him, he was sipping on it like a gentleman so you held the glass and made him drink in one go. Maybe drinking would turn off the emotional button in his head "You look good enough to eat loki" you mumbled in his ear and his eyes widened "you do too love, I love you so much" he kissed your forehead then he looked at you "So Pretty, my fiance, all mine" then he kissed your forehead again. You hated moments like this with him, truly hated how sweet he was, it's all just an act though, the moment you would start trusting him he would show his true colours,so why even bother.

You grabbed his arms and took him to a secluded part of the farmhouse, you felt horny and you needed his touch all over your body. You pushed him against the wall and kissed him, his moans filled your ears and his hands wandered all over your back "Ohh love, god I have missed you pretty baby.." he mumbled and you sucked on his neck , making sure it leaves a mark on his gorgeous pale skin "You have missed this" you unbuttoned top two buttons of his shirt and kissed the center of his chest, he whimpered as you did "This tooo..fuck. ..please" he whined and you took him to your room quickly.

"Quick we don't have much time" you unbuttoned his pants hurriedly "Condoms" he mumbled and you told him you were still on pills "against the wall please" you told him and he pushed you against the wall and thrusted inside you quickly "how quickly can you cum babyboy?" You giggled and he looked at you, those damn eyes. "I can cum right now if you want me to, but you won't get much pleasure out of that" he kissed you slowly as he thrusted in and out of you, you moaned into his mouth , he loved your dominating nature, it was one of the reasons he couldn't stop sleeping with you again and again.

But then he noticed little things about you that you tried to hide from him, like how you'd sometimes leave his place with fresh coffee brewing for him or how you took care of him once he got sick, or how he caught you crying your eyes out when he got into an accident a year ago. Little things that you never showed him, little things that made him fall for you but he could never understand why you'd not show him emotions.

"fuckk yess ..right there babbyy...you feel so good" you mumbled and he kissed you again "You were getting awfully chummy with my cousin out there" you said between the kisses and he smiled. Were you jealous? "I don't care but she have her eyes on you sooo" you defended yourself, you knew what he was thinking and you couldn't have him think like that. You were definitely not jealous.

"Fuckk...love..oh love..I'm going to cum inside you" he mumbled as he reached his orgasm and you clenched around him, bringing you both to your release, he was panting and breathing heavily, so were you, he was so close to you as he trapped you with in him.

"That wass good" you chuckled and you could see his eyes were tearing up and you hated it. He was such an emotional sap and you hated it "What's wrong?" You asked him and he smiled

"Nothing, I'm just.. I love you so much"

And you just sighed, then you pulled him out of you and went to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Can't deal with this, won't deal with this.

[astouract]

cottagecore (a loki fic)

Synopsis: Loki Prim leads a simple life. He owns the market down the street, and lives in the little cottage on Pickett Lane (no, not the one with the greenhouse, the one with all of the hens roaming around). He has a garden that he can't quite seem to manage, and a new next door neighbor who can't quite seem to manage much of anything. 

What Loki doesn't know is that his neighbor isn't actually from Earth, and his memories aren't his own, but those of a man from Vermont. Nor is his name actually Loki Prim, but Loki Laufeyson-God of Mischief. 

Erowyn is new to Stuartsville. . . and Earth. An esteemed sorceress on Asgard, she's been sent as Cas Bennet to keep watch over Loki Laufeyson-a war criminal (and literal god) who's had his powers drained and his memories wiped-as he unknowingly carries out his prison sentence on Midgard. 

As a threat from Nilfheim hangs over the nine realms, it's up to Erowyn to protect Loki, should he need it, without getting too close. . . Which wouldn't be a problem, if the universe didn't seem to be pulling them together.

wattpad | ao3

chapter one - yard signs

Sundays were Loki's favorite day. He closed the market every Sunday to allow himself a day off, and those days were usually spent relaxing in the garden, tending to his fruits and veggies.

"Son of a bitch!"

Well, maybe gardening was not so relaxing.

Loki threw down his gloves and got to his feet, cursing whatever retched animal had the nerve to not only eat his strawberries, but completely trample the plants. He'd worked so hard to grow them, too.

With a dramatic sigh, he lifted a hand to run through his hair. A soft cluck came from beside him, and he shook his head at his smallest hen.

"I know, Henrietta. It's such a shame. At least the tomatoes seem unscathed, don't you think?"

Another soft cluck, but this time further away. Loki wiped his palms on his black jeans and turned to head inside, but what he saw stopped him in his tracks.

Just down the road, at the little stone house that had been on the market for months, a woman was struggling with the "for sale" sign. She looked to be about his age, with brown hair just past her shoulders and she was putting up a good fight, but it looked like the sign was winning.

He chuckled to himself and started off down the street, checking behind him to make sure that none of his hens were following.

"Norns!" She hissed, delivering a strong kick to the wooden post. "What the hell do they expect me to do with this?"

Loki waved as he stepped into the property, and the woman took an immediate step back. "Need some help?"

The silence hung in the air, each second more uncomfortable than the last as she just stared at him.

"I live just down there," He paused to point, "and I was working in my garden when I saw you fighting with the sign. If it counts for anything, I think you were winning." He flashed a smile, but she didn't budge.

"I'm Loki." He extended a hand and she jumped, as if just snapping back into reality. "And it looks like we're neighbors."

She shook his hand as if she was afraid of him, and he cleared his throat in an attempt to mask his own discomfort. He hoped he didn't look as put off by her presence as she did his.

"My name's Cas." She offered a fleeting, polite smile, tucking a tuft of hair behind her ear. "Thank you for the offer, but I think I'll just head inside."

"Are you sure? It should only take a moment."

Cas looked from Loki, to the sign, and back again. She visibly released a heavy sigh and nodded in defeat. "All right, I suppose I could use some help."

Loki grinned, taking the few steps over to the yard sign. He crouched down, and in one swift movement pulled the wooden post out of the ground.

"Where should I put it?" He asked, holding the sign tightly to his chest. It was a lot heavier than it looked from over there.

Cas spun on he heels, surveying the area. "I'm actually not sure, I haven't had a chance to see the property yet."

"You bought a house that you haven't—"

"I suppose you could lean it against the house, over here." She led him to the right side of the cottage, and Loki spared a glance into the backyard.

It was rather overgrown, with tens of bees buzzing happily from one cluster of bright flowers to the next. Her shed looked like it could fall apart at any moment, but it did have potential. . . He thought it would make a good henhouse. A little stone path shot off left of the shed, and it led to a greenhouse. He couldn't see inside past the vines clinging to the windows. Flower pots were scattered all over the property, and a yellow bike was lying abandoned in the bushes. The place looked good from the front, but it was actually a disaster.

"Nice place you've got here," Loki offered, "it's. . . Charming."

Cas eyed him and started up the porch stairs. "Thank you for your help."

"I'll see you around, Cas," he called out as she closed the door behind her.

[dangerousenthusiastobservation]

Random Imagine

I just imagined Loki exiled on Earth for whatever reason and he has no magic and is 100% mortal and he hates it at first. So much.

But he’s smart, so he’d figure something out. Probably become a pickpocket until he really learns how to live here, but he’d refuse to get a real job. He’s a prince! Well, then he finds this wonderful thing called the Internet. Probably at a library because that is where he would spend 60% of his day, 20% pickpocketing people in the streets and 10% at a 24/7 dinner where some kind truckers or drunks keep buying him coffee if he bends spoons and bats his eyelashes. The chef likes him, the guy knows how to draw a crowd so sure, you can have some free fries - no it isn’t charity.

Here Loki is, out of interesting books to read and he sees some kids on a computer. He can totally use one of those, can’t be that hard. It takes a bit of work, but he totally figured out how to open different applications and use search engines. That was how he learned about magic on earth - but the thought of praying is against everything in him, so he started searching what they have on himself. Well, the myths are close so he can’t complain too much about those.

Then, there are online games. 

Weeks later, Loki is a high level player of some MMO RPG games. Players fear when he attacks and he is loving it! So what his hands are kind of starting to hurt from playing so much? He is a master at the games, and he is only getting better. But, some things need money...

And then he learns about a world of hacking. Credit card scams, hacking, stealing, it’s all just tricks! He slacks off on the games just to see how far into the US government he can get before they notice him. He’s digging up dirt on rich people, using blackmail to get money and before long he is living in a small apartment with a nice computer, high speed internet and a shit ton of books. Loki has become a force to be reckoned with and they can’t even track him he is so good. 

Where is this going, you ask. Well, Loki sees Stark’s name on the news and how his company is doing great. Stark has higher security than any government Loki has torn into for fun. Jarvis is constantly evolving, constantly up to date with everything. Loki can’t get in too far before he is noticed and has to quickly reroute everything so he can’t be tracked. His fingers cramp trying to get around Jarvis’s watchful system. 

Then, he gets it. He’s got two keyboards set up, his hands are able to move over them while his eyes keep track of all the codes on the three monitors, the computer itself is homemade with torn bits from other devices that runs faster than the most expensive system. Loki is proud, he is certain he can get in this time. Stark won’t even know what hit him. 

The first step is rewriting Jarvis just enough to get past him. The AI will work through the new coding quick, so Loki has to be faster. In minutes, Jarvis is speaking Icelandic and backwards - pure gibberish so he can’t alert anyone of what is happening So, Loki starts rewriting everything. The Tower is all connected and the power is changed, robots are dancing and breaking things (though that’s more accidental) and jobs in the company are suddenly changing. A janitor that worked for Tony’s dad is suddenly in Pepper’s place, Pepper is a cook, everything is chaos. Tony is getting alerts in a gibberish and all the screens are changed to black and green, the sound system is playing the Star Wars death star track and he can’t stop any of it.

But Loki was sloppy; in his chaos he forgot Jarvis could work under the systems and the AI was tracking him before trying to fix the chaos. If Jarvis had started fixing codes, Loki would have known he was good and would have torn him apart again. No, the AI is smart and Loki honestly forgot how smart for a moment and that moment was enough.

So, while his suits are doing a conga line and the elevator is going up and down randomly, Tony gets a single readable message. An address. he can’t take a suit so he has to go all the way down the stairs, from the penthouse to the ground, and then he gets a cab because no one can get into the garage. He’s fuming the entire thirty minute ride to Loki’s small apartment. What kind of super hacker is he about to meet? He’s almost worried, but he has his gauntlets so the hacker isn’t that big of a problem.

Until he kicks the door in and finds Loki sitting there, writing code and humming along to some random angsty teen music with junk food all around. he was expecting a super genius like Arcade or something, but no... Loki’s face was dirty with cheese puff powder and his hair was in a sloppy bun and there were books and pages of blackmail material all over and alcohol bottles empty and it is almost funny. 

After Loki realizes he’s caught, he doesn’t even try to run. He just shrugs and says it was for fun. “I didn’t steal anything. Just made some robots dance and changed codes.” It was child’s play and Tony isn’t sure if he should be angry or impressed because Loki beat Jarvis. No one beats Jarvis! Tony drags him back to the tower so he can keep an eye on what the criminal is up to and Loki just uses the super computer system to play RPG all day - not like he has bills anymore, he’s got a weird sort of sugar daddy that’s paying him not to break any laws.

[frostbitten-silence]

00:00:00

Loki had grown tired of looking at the numbers on his arm since he was a teenager. His older brother and all his friends had found their mates in either their last year of high school or early years of college. He personally had calculated the exact date he'd meet his and he wouldn't meet the person until he was nearly 30 years old.

As he went through school he learned that he had a hand for chemistry. He majored in biochemistry in college hoping to one day work with the great minds of science. He had gotten use to wearing long sleeves everywhere that he was to ignore the still high countdown. After a while he had forgotten it was even there.

Once he had graduated top of his class he moved on to try and score a nice job somewhere. There had been an opening in England's MI6 science department and he jumped at the opportunity to work for the country. He had gotten the job easily and was walking in on the first day to meet with the Quartermaster he was going to work under.

He stopped and stared at the young man. He was a few years younger than himself, but there was something about him that just made him stare a moment before walking up to him. "Good day Quartermaster. They told me I would be working with you. I am Loki Owens." Since he never looked at the numbers he didn't know that they had finally reached 00:00:00.