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Ketchup And Tabasco Chaos
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Sylvie&Pres: We just wanted to make dinner for you. Loki: I appreciate the thought but it would be great if you two could stop trying to m
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"Pass the ketchup."
President Loki frowned deeply, glancing at Sylvie who was stirring the pot of...whatever it was they were making for dinner. President Loki hadn't been paying too much attention when Sylvie suggested they cook for Loki who was still upstairs asleep in their room.
Somehow, Loki had got some Midgardian illness and only Sylvie's assurances that Loki was going to be fine that stopped him from destroying the entire Midgardian population.
"Can I get a please?" President Loki said pleasantly, taking joy in the way Sylvie glared at him. It was no secret to any of them that President Loki desired to cause trouble at any given moment.
"I'll stick this spoon up your ass if you don't give me the ketchup in the next ten seconds," she told him, President Loki scowling at her copy of the pleasant smile he had given her a moment ago.
They both knew she would do it too.
President Loki snatched up the ketchup from the countertop with an aggravated sigh. But then a devious smirk spread across his, glancing at Sylvie who was looking back at the pot, hand held out for the ketchup. "Are you sure you want the ketchup?"
Sylvie clicked her tongue. "Yes, I'm sure. Now give it to me."
President Loki's smirk widened. "Well, if you insist..."
He popped the cap off and just as Sylvie turned to look at him with a frown on her face, he squeezed the bottle, ketchup sauce spraying everywhere. The cabinets, the floor and all over Sylvie's blond hair was covered in a coating of ketchup sauce who gasped, an outraged look taking over her face.
President Loki only smiled, tilting his head to the side. "Oops."
"That's it!" Sylvie hissed, grabbing the nearest ingredient which happened to be spicy tabasco sauce and President Loki's eyes went wide as he got a face full of Tabasco sauce.
He shouted as some got into his eye that felt like it was suddenly on fire and squeezed it shut, resisting the urge to rub it. That would only make it worse, he knew.
Sylvie grinned savagely. "I hope it never stops burning, you stuck up bastard!"
President Loki growled low in his throat but Sylvie didn't back down like Loki would have. She was very stubborn like that. "You have until the count of five to run."
Sylvie stepped closer, right up in President Loki's personal space. Despite her short height, she was still rather intimidating when she wanted to be, so much so that President Loki had to resist the urge to step back.
"Or else what?" She hissed out, deadly quiet.
President Loki glared but Sylvie glared right back and they were both sure a real fight was about to break out any second when a voice cut through the heavy silence.
"What in Asgard is going on in here?!"
President Loki and Sylvie turned their heads towards the sound of the voice in unison just as Loki walked around the corner and froze, staring wide eyed and speechless at the mess of the kitchen. He looked tired though and guilt rushed through both President Loki and Sylvie as they wondered if they'd woken Loki up from all their yelling.
"Well, um..." President Loki bit his lip, glancing at Sylvie.
Sylvie looked at President Loki, having no clue what to say. "We just, uh..."
Loki sighed, crossing his arms over his chest, giving them both disapproving looks. "Can you two please not use ketchup and tabasco as murder weapons?!"
"We just wanted to make dinner for you," Sylvie and President Loki stated at the same time, making them glance at each other again.
Loki's expression softened a little. "I appreciate the thought but it would be great if you two could stop trying to murder one another every minute."
That was fair. The pair did quite literally try to kill each other every other day.
"Well, he/she started it!" Sylvie and President Loki protested at the same, pointing at each other.
"Well, I'm finishing it!" Loki snapped before coughing hard, putting a hand over his mouth. He clearly still wasn't well enough to be up which only added onto the pair's guilt. "I'm going back to bed. Clean this mess up and when you're ready to be civil, come join me. I require cuddles and comfort but I will not deal with you two's banter."
With that, Loki turned and left the kitchen, leaving the pair to stare at the spot he had been standing.
"This is all your fault," Sylvie grumbled, waving her hand and vanishing the mess from all the surfaces of the kitchen and herself though she left President Loki to deal with his own mess himself.
"All you needed to do was say please," President Loki muttered. He was going to need a shower since he knew not how to vanish messes like Sylvie and Loki did.
"And that warrants you spraying ketchup all over me?" Sylvie gritted out.
"Don't act like a saint. You're just as bad, dousing me in tabasco sauce!" President Loki muttered.
Sylvie looked like she was going to strangle him any second now before she sighed, all the fight draining out of her body. "Why do we always have to fight?"
President Loki thought about it for a moment before shrugging. "We're different from one another. We're bound to clash. Though I suppose we could try harder to get along. I'd rather this relationship to not be ruined."
Sylvie nodded, leaning against President Loki who instinctively wrapped his arms around her. "Try harder. I can do that."
President Loki hummed softly, pressing a kiss to her now clean hair. "Let's not leave our god waiting. You know how fussy he gets when we leave him alone for long."
Sylvie had no arguments there.
Once they'd finished making up what President Loki found out to be pasta apparently, they headed up to their room (Sylvie had forgiven President Loki enough to clean the tabasco sauce off him thankfully).
They quietly slipped into the room and smiled at the sight of Loki under a large amount of blankets, very obviously curled up in a ball.
He blinked his eyes open when he heard them come in and narrowed his eyes at them suspiciously. "You two had better be done fighting."
"We've agreed to try harder to get along more often than not" President Loki promised as he sat on the bed and helped Loki sit up who whined and protested but brightened when he saw the bowls of pasta balanced in Sylvie's hands.
"Good. I'm glad," Loki muttered, taking the bowl Sylvie handed him eagerly. "Thank you for the dinner."
Sylvie kissed his cheek. "Just get better for us, okay?"
Loki nodded, putting a forkful of pasta into his mouth and closed his eyes as he hummed in pleasure.
President Loki and Sylvie smiled at each other from either side of Loki who leaned into President Loki's side.
Get along. They could do that.
No problem.
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@murdermuffinloki Those two are going to give Loki a migraine, smh 😂
@girl-with-many-fandoms Hope you like Sylki (I know lots of people don't ship it so I'm like ???) with some President Loki thrown into the mix XD
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Now stop saying I traced it
Technology
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. ▼Fill 1 - Time Travel Where Loki finds a very confused Midgardian in the queen’s gardens. ▼Fill 2 - Illusions Where Loki realizes that il
I See Right Through You
Technology - Where Tony creates a set of mind-reading glasses 😎
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Tony was just finishing up his latest project of the day, a large amount of excitement coursing through him. He'd never made something like this before. Usually it was weapon's for the Avengers or upgrading his Ironman suits.
But a few months ago Clint had come back from a mission with Natasha, beaten and bruised. Clint had flopped down on the couch beside Tony, whining something about 'Wishing I could have read the guys mind'.
And Tony had laughed at the time because the only mind reader he knew was Loki (and Tony's not so secret crush to everyone but Loki himself it seemed) who had become an Avenger a half a year ago after clearing up the whole misunderstanding about the New York attack.
Besides, Loki's power only extended as far as memories, not literally what a person was thinking. Tony had said so to Clint, saying there wasn't such a thing and Clint had only pouted with his arms crossed.
But then Tony started thinking more about it.
What if he could read minds?
It would definitely be handy to the team though in the wrong hands it wouldn't be good at all.
But if Tony could create something like that...
Well, he wasn't called a genius for nothing, was he?
So, Tony had gotten to work. He stayed in his lab for weeks, coming out only when Loki who had grown worried for him had actually grabbed him by the ear and dragged him out or when he ran out of coffee.
It worried the others living at the Tower but Tony didn't care. If he could make this work...
After nearly two months of work, Tony finally hit a breakthrough on his project and whooped in delight. Now, just to find an object he could add the technology into. Something nobody would suspect would be able to read minds.
Well, he always did wear sunglasses when he wasn't in the Tower (mostly because his eyes happened to express too much emotion when he talked).
Another week of work and Tony had created mind reading glasses. He only made the one pair because he really would rather no one get ahold of a bunch of them and only he would be using them for the now.
He spent another day perfecting them before deciding to test them out. That was the only way he would know that they worked for sure. He was nearly bursting with excitement as he raced to the elevator.
So, he headed up to the main floor where he was sure there would be plenty of guinea pigs to test them on.
Sure enough, he found Bruce and Clint in the kitchen, Clint attempting to cook something. Tony says attempting because it was clear whatever was in the pan was burning.
Tony walked over, trying to appear as non suspicious as possible.
Bruce looked up when he approached, smiling gently. "Hey, it's good to see you out of the lab for once. Want something to eat?"
Tony paused as a speech bubble with words appeared almost floating next to Bruce's head though Tony knew it was just displaying on the glasses screen. There weren't actually floating words next to Bruce.
Tony's heart melted a little when he saw what it read.
"I've been so worried about him. He needs more to eat. Maybe I can convince him to have something small to eat."
Tony smiled softly at his science buddy. "Yeah, I guess I have been down there a lot lately. But I thought I could use something to eat."
Bruce looked surprised though also so hopeful that it made Tony feel just a little guilty. He hadn't realized how concerned Bruce had been.
"If you wait, you can have some eggs?" Clint offered from the stove.
Bruce rolled his eyes. "Give it up, Clint. The eggs are burnt to the shithouse."
"Ooh, don't talk like that around Stevie," Tony teased. "He might have a heart attack hearing language like that."
"Look, I've got it all under control," Clint stated firmly as a bubble appeared next to him, making Tony smirk when he read the words.
"I do not have this under control. Someone better get a fire extinguisher."
"Maybe I should get a fire extinguisher just in case," Tony suggested delicately, making Clint whip his head around to stare at him.
"I was just thinking that," Clint muttered before realizing what he said and spluttered. "I mean, the opposite of that. Why would I need a fire extinguisher? Everything is fine."
The eggs suddenly burst into flames making Clint yelp in alarm. "Shit!"
"Help, help, help, help, help!"
Tony grinned to himself when he heard a voice behind him speak, making him brighten.
"Stark, I'm surprised to see you here."
"Loki!" Tony exclaimed, spinning on the spot to look at the god of Mischief.
"I thought you were working on an oh so important project?" Loki asked with a raised eyebrow. A bubble popped up.
"I missed you."
"Yeah, yeah, I missed you too," Tony said, waving a hand dismissively, making Loki stare at him with a rather stunned look. "But I finished the project!"
"Is that so?" Loki asked. "Well, whatever it is, it's going to have to wait. I have other matters to attend to since you seem to want to spend all your time working."
"Aw, come on, Lokes. I know you love me," Tony teased. "Look, see. It's the glasses. Do you like them?"
"You spent all your time working on glasses?" Loki asked, not waiting for an answer as he walked away, towards the hall.
"Not just glasses," Tony said quickly as he raced after him. "Wanna see what they can do?"
Loki rolled his eyes, stopping to turn and look at Tony. "I'm quite busy, Stark. We can test out your new toy later."
Tony went to complain when a bubble popped up.
"Gosh, Anthony looks adorable even with these ridiculous glasses on."
Tony shut his mouth with a click, swallowing hard. Well...that wasn't what he had expected.
"Stark?" Loki asked, seeming to have noticed Tony's shocked expression.
"Oh, no. Is he upset? What did I say wrong?"
"I, um..." Tony wasn't able to form a proper sentence. Loki...Loki cared? Well, Tony knew he cared. He just didn't realize he cared that much.
"Anthony?" Loki asked, switching to Tony's first name like he did when he was concerned. "What is the matter? If it's really that important to you then you can show me."
"I didn't mean to make him upset. I just wanted him to understand how it feels to want someone around like I've wanted him around. I shouldn't have said anything. He'll never love me if I keep acting like this."
Tony's mouth fell open. "What?!"
Loki blinked. "You can show me what they do. I'm...sorry for being so rude."
"No, not that. I just..." Tony huffed. "Dammit, Loki."
"I don't understand," Loki said unsurely.
"I've said something wrong, haven't I? I can't seem to ever get it right. I just keep screwing up. No wonder Anthony doesn't like me."
"Excuse you?" Tony asked, sounding annoyed and grimaced when Loki flinched. "You...you didn't screw up, Loki. I'm just...trying to process...all of that."
"How did you...?" Loki suddenly narrowed his eyes at the glasses. "What exactly do those do?"
Tony managed a weak smile. "They, um...read minds?"
Loki's green eyes grew wide in horror as understanding flashed through them. He then growled before he suddenly grabbed Tony's collar, shoving him hard against the hallway wall.
Tony stared up at him with wide brown eyes as he squeaked out. "I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!"
That's when Loki smirked smugly before leaning down to press his lips against Tony's whose brain short circuited.
Tony took only seconds to respond back, leaning up as much as he could but all too soon, Loki pulled himself away, Tony whining in complaint.
"If you've already seen my thoughts, I guessed there wasn't much else to lose in kissing you," Loki admitted, sounding a little breathless.
"Well, thank fuck. I was going crazy trying to figure out how to ask you out," Tony mumbled, leaning heavily against the wall since his legs felt too weak to stand.
"But if you ever read my thoughts again, I'll ensure you regret it," Loki seethed even as a bubble popped into existence.
"I love you, Anthony."
Tony grinned, leaning forward to kiss Loki's lips lightly. "Love you too, Lokes."
Loki growled, snatching the glasses off of the genius. "Insufferable mortal."
But it didn't matter what Loki called him because now Tony knew the truth.
Loki loved him.
...
@murdermuffinloki Yes, I am still doing oneshots for these. Don't think I've forgotten. I've got five more to go (I think) so you've got those to look forward to as well XD
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Just A Nightmare
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⚠️Warnings: Lokicest, Nightmares, Past Torture, Etc.⚠️
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Loki was in pain. Everything hurt, all the time, every single second. He wanted to scream but he couldn't. It was all too intense, too much pain and hurt. He was suffocating under it.
He wished he couldn't feel, that he could go numb to the whip lashing down on his body, splitting and tearing his skin, blood running down his skin in rivers, pooling at his feet.
Loki was sure he was going to pass out any second. He was sure he was going to die any minute. There was no way he was going to survive this...
...and he didn't want to survive it.
Please, just let him die.
The whip came down again, ripping through skin once again and this time, Loki did scream, begging for it to stop, begging his torturers to end it, begging them to have mercy, for someone to save him—
"Loki! Loki, wake up!"
Someone was shaking him roughly making Loki gasp, air finally filling his lungs as his eyes flew open and sat bolt upright. It was dark for a moment, unable to see anything but then light flooded the room and...and...
He wasn't in a dungeon. He wasn't chained to a wall, waiting for the whip to come down again. He was safe in his room, in bed.
It was just a nightmare.
Loki took some shaky breaths, registering arms wrapped around his shaking form, gentle and soft, not restraining him.
"Loki?" Sylvie whispered, a question in her voice.
Loki shook his head, tears already gathering in his eyes and slipping down his cheeks before he could even think to stop them. His hands were shaking so badly as he brought one to his mouth, sure that he was going to throw up.
Sylvie slipped her hands into his other hand, holding onto it tightly as Loki got his breathing back under control.
"'M s-sorry," Loki mumbled, gripping Sylvie's hand tightly, letting her touch ground him to the real world, something to focus on instead of the horrible nightmare.
If only it was just a nightmare.
More hands were on him, one gently threading through his hair and another wrapping around his waist, Sylvie's arms slipping away as President Loki turned Loki so he could kiss his forehead. "There's nothing to apologize for. You're safe now, Darling."
Tears slipped silently down Loki's cheeks as he shook in the Variant's grasp, trying and failing to not think about the nightmare. He kept repeating to himself over and over again that he was safe, that he wasn't there anymore. Not anymore.
Loki took a shuddering breath, pulling himself away. "I-I'm fine. I'm sorry for waking you b-both."
"Loki," Sylvie sighed but didn't argue. There was no point when Loki was like this because no matter what she said, it simply wouldn't sink in. Not until he was calmer at least. They'd have to talk about it tomorrow. "Would you like to continue resting?"
Loki didn't give an answer besides laying back down between his two lovers, curling up a little as Sylvie drew him back into her arms to hold him tight. He cried silently in her arms, wrapping his arms around her to hold her tight in return.
Sylvie shared a look with President Loki as Loki sighed, letting his eyes fall shut. President Loki hummed as he laid back down even though he looked just about ready to fight someone, pressing himself against Loki's back, sandwiching him between the pair.
Loki drifted back into an uneasy sleep leaving his two lovers still wide awake.
"Were you able to see his dream again?" Sylvie whispered, not loud enough to wake the sleeping god between them.
President Loki was silent for a minute, making Sylvie wonder if he had fallen asleep too but suddenly spoke up. "I did...not voluntarily though. I assume you saw, too."
Sylvie sighed softly, brushing a strand of hair from Loki's face. "We really should tell him, you know."
"What?" President Loki asked though he knew very well what. "About our dreamlink?"
Sylvie nodded. "Yes. He clearly isn’t aware that we can see his nightmares and...I'm not comfortable with keeping this from him any longer."
It had been a while now since they had been able to see what Loki was dreaming about simply by having skin to skin contact with him. They hadn't been sure why it happened, guessing it had something to do with Loki's magic sending out for help when Loki was having bad dreams.
"He’d block us out if he finds out," President Loki stated with a deep frown. "How can we be sure we will be able to save him from drowning in his dreams next time?"
"We can’t," Sylvie admitted, getting a slight frown from the other Variant. "But we shouldn’t protect him by betraying his trust either."
President Loki's frown only deepened at that. "He'd freak out though, knowing that his magic let us in his mind without him knowing."
"And that is the exact evidence of how much he trusts us, consciously or not," Sylvie pointed out, making President Loki roll his eyes though he sighed in defeat.
"Fine, you win. Now hush and go back to sleep," President Loki ordered, making Sylvie roll her eyes this time. "This conversation can wait till tomorrow."
Sylvie hummed in agreement as she tightened her grip on Loki who unconsciously tightened his own hold on her. "Are you going to make pancakes for breakfast?"
"With blueberries, yes," President Loki promised, throwing an arm over Loki and seeking out Sylvie's hand to hold.
Sylvie sent President Loki a cheeky grin. "Can’t wait."
President Loki rolled his eyes for a final time though he had a fond smile on his face. "Good night, dear."
Sylvie yawned, remembering just how late at night it was and let her eyes slip shut. "Night."
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@murdermuffinloki *sigh* I love these three 😘
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Here is the fourth part! A Frostiron Story of Loki and Tony adopting little Sylvie ❤
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"Sylvie! We're going to get into trouble!"
"Relax, Peter. I know what I'm doing."
"You've said that before and look what happened then."
It had been years now since Sylvie had been adopted. She'd changed her name so as not to cause confusion between her and her Mom, picking out the name Sylvie. Nobody really knew why she had chosen the name but in the face of her excitement at choosing the name, nobody ended up questioning it.
Sylvie huffed, clicking her fingers at Peter who gave her an unimpressed look. "Scissors, Peter."
Peter, now nearly fourteen, sighed in exasperation but handed them over. "If mom or dad finds out—"
"They're going to find out eventually, Peter," Sylvie told him, turning to look in the bathroom mirror so she could see what she was doing. "But not before I'm done."
Peter groaned, bouncing on the balls of his feet, constantly glancing back at the bathroom door.
"Stop it. You're going to make me nervous," Sylvie berated him. "Just go stand guard and keep watch."
Peter grumbled under his breath, something about pushy little sisters but did as told.
Sylvie rolled her eyes. She was thirteen now, aging normally in Midgardian years to save other mortals confusion. She would live longer than any other mortals though.
Sylvie stared with a frown on her face at her reflection. It wasn't that she didn't like how she looked. She was pretty for her age as mom always told her but she wanted...something. Just a change.
Sylvie chewed at her lip, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. She knew cutting off her hair herself wasn't a great idea but she could do it. It couldn't be that hard.
Taking a deep breath, she straightened out a length of hair that reached past her shoulders and raised the scissors up.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Sylvie yelped in alarm, the scissors slipping from her hands but they never hit the floor, hovering in the air.
Loki kept his hand up as he walked over with a raised eyebrow, plucking the scissors out of the air when he was close enough. Sylvie caught Peter's guilty looking face peeking around the doorframe, an apologetic look in his cinnamon brown eyes.
Sylvie swallowed. "N-nothing."
Loki was definitely not fooled in the slightest. "Is that so? Because to me, it looked as if you were about to cut your hair."
"Um..." Sylvie looked down at the floor. "I...might have been."
"Why?" Loki inquired. He didn't sound angry or upset. Just curious.
"I just..." Sylvie waved a hand vaguely. "Wanted something...different."
"I see," Loki murmured, looking Sylvie over one before nodding. "Turn around."
"What? Why?" Sylvie asked, always one to question everything first before doing as told. She was rather defiant like that.
"I'm going to cut your hair for you unless you wish to make a mess of it by doing it yourself," Loki stated simply, making Sylvie flush in embarrassment.
She would have argued that Loki wouldn't know if she would have done a bad job or not herself but decided against it as she turned to face the mirror, glancing at Loki's reflection who was looking over Sylvie's hair, humming thoughtfully.
"Did you simply want it shorter?" Loki asked, grabbing the brush on the counter and began brushing Sylvie's hair straight.
"Yes?" Sylvie said unsurely. She had wanted her hair shorter.
"Is that all you want?" Loki asked gently.
Sylvie chewed at her lip. "Maybe...a different color?"
Loki raised an eyebrow. "Which color would that be?"
"Um..." Sylvie hadn't really thought up to this point. She really had only planned up to cutting her hair shorter. Changing her hair color had been a distant thought but now that she was being given the choice. "Blond?"
"Blond," Loki repeated, placing aside the brush in favor of the scissors. "How short am I going to cut to? Ear length, shoulder length?"
"Maybe...maybe just above my shoulders?" She suggested, receiving a nod.
Sylvie stayed stock still as Loki cut her hair, holding her breath each time her hair was snipped off and fell to the floor at her feet.
"I want you to know," Loki spoke up as he set down the scissors and grabbed the brush, Sylvie staring wide at her short hair. "That you can always come to me about anything you want, do you understand? I will not tell you no if what you want doesn't harm you or anyone else."
Sylvie nodded slightly before gasping when her hair went suddenly from her normal black to a golden blond like water was running over her head. "How—?"
"One day I'll teach you how to do that for yourself," Loki promised as Sylvie turned to hug tight.
"Thank you," she mumbled, making Loki chuckle as he reached down and picked her up in his arms.
"Let's go show your father, hm?" Loki suggested, getting an eager nod as Loki carried her from the bathroom.
Sylvie knew she was getting too old to be carried around everywhere but she couldn't care less as she wrapped her arms around Loki's neck, hugging him tightly. "You're the best mum in the world."
Loki smiled. "I doubt that but thank you. I try my best."
Sylvie wrinkled her nose. "Who else could be a better mum than you?"
"Plenty of people, I'm sure," Loki said, kissing her forehead. "But I'm glad you think I'm good enough for that title."
Sylvie only pressed a kiss to Loki's cheek and rested her head on her shoulder. "The best."
Loki only smiled. Everyday he was more and more glad he had Sylvie for a daughter. He would never change the day he saved that scared little girl from the TVA.
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@murdermuffinloki This chapter was shorter but I didn't know what else to write so this is the end for this fic. Hope you enjoyed it though! 😅❤
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President’s Pet
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"These are scarring well."
Loki made a soft noise in the back of his throat. He was laid out of his stomach while President Loki sat on his thighs, spreading some kind of ointment over his back.
The whipping wounds had nearly completely healed over and was slowly scarring. It would never completely vanish, Loki knew that but it would be very hard to see. The only way someone would be able to notice it would be for them to run their hands over his back to feel where the three long scars were.
And nobody was allowed to touch Loki but President Loki anyway so that wouldn't be a problem. No one needed to know what they were from but them.
Loki's head was cushioned in his arms that were crossed under his head, back arched just a little as President Loki rubbed in the ointment. President Loki was being careful not to press down too hard on Loki's skin. His back was still sore from the whole whipping ordeal.
President Loki hummed softly to himself like he did when he was thinking, hands running up to massage Loki's shoulders who melted under the attention. "How are you feeling, Darling?"
"So good," Loki breathed, eyes slipping shut as President Loki rubbed soothingly at his shoulders.
President Loki leaned down to press kisses along Loki's shoulder blades, a smile tugging at his lips whenever Loki made soft noises and sighed in pleasure. It was no secret that President Loki loved to spoil his Pet under his attention.
"I don't believe we should do anything too...extreme while you're healing, understood?" President Loki murmured softly.
Loki frowned deeply. "But—"
"No buts, Pet. I will not have you in more pain. You took your punishment well but now you have to wait until you're healed before we continue as we were," President Loki told him, voice gentle but firm, leaving no room for arguments.
Loki huffed a little, burying his face into his arms.
The gesture made President Loki sigh, grabbing the ointment and rubbed it between his hands before going back Loki's back again, rubbing with slow motions. "You'll be grateful for waiting once you're entirely healed."
"I'm not fragile," Loki mumbled into his arms. "I will not break from a little pain. As I have proven time and time again."
"I know you will not but I like to be careful," President Loki muttered, almost to himself. "It would be disappointing if I accidentally broke you. But then, I suppose I would be able to piece you back together, wouldn't I?"
Loki hummed in agreement, turning his head to the side to stare at the far wall. "How long will this take to scar?"
"Impatient little Pet," President Loki teased, pressing more kisses along Loki shoulders, sucking bruises into the skin as he went. "It shouldn't take much longer than a week. Will you be able to survive that long?"
"Perhaps," Loki mumbled sulkily, knowing how it would make President Loki chuckle in amusement.
"Maybe...maybe if I am very...gentle," President Loki murmured, slipping his hands over Loki's bare round cheeks and squeezing gently to emphasize his point and to hear Loki's soft moan. "Then I can still give you some pleasure. Does that sound nice, Pet?"
"Mm, yes," Loki said breathlessly, biting his lip and pushing his ass up into President Loki's hands. "Please."
President Loki smiled, pleased. "Remember, Darling. Gentle. I don't need you in anymore pain. That is not what I want."
"What do you want?" Loki asked smoothly, gasping softly when President Loki hands dipped between his thighs, Loki spreading them apart on instinct but President Loki tittered in disapproval.
"Keep them together," President Loki instructed, squeezing the back of Loki's upper thighs before smoothing his hand over his ass, still slick with the ointment he'd been using on Loki's back.
Loki frowned a little but did as told, closing his thighs close together. President Loki nodded in satisfaction, his clothes vanishing in an instant, leaving them both bare.
"Mm, good boy," President Loki praised him, a shudder running through Loki at the small praise. Every damn time he couldn't help the reaction. "You just lay there for me. Don't move unless I tell you."
Loki gave a slight nod though he couldn't hold back the pitiful whine he made when President Loki's hands left his skin.
"Hush or you'll get nothing," President Loki warned him.
Loki sighed, pressing the side of his face the bedsheets before gasping in surprise when the ointment President Loki had been using on his back was drizzled over the backs of his thighs, slipping down between them and coating his cock and balls in the liquid. "I-I think you missed my hole—"
Loki squeaked, actually squeaked, when President Loki slid a hand between Loki's thighs, the liquid making the movement a slick slide. A soft moan was pulled from Loki's lips when his balls were lightly brushed by President Loki's fingers, arching up a little for more but instantly President Loki pulled his hand away.
"Feel good, does it?" President Loki inquired, ignoring Loki's quiet whimper in protest.
"More, please," Loki begged quietly.
President Loki smirked as the slight tremble to Loki's voice. He had barely been touched and already he was falling apart.
"Get that ass up in the air for me," President Loki told him, hands helping Loki get up his knees, chest still pressed down to the sheets. President ensured the position caused no strain or pull on Loki's back, wrapping an arm around Loki's waist to support most of his weight.
President Loki smirked as the slick shine to Loki's skin, stroking over his own hard cock to coat it in the ointment leftover. It did well for makeshift lube as President Loki didn't wish to waste his magic to summon some.
President Loki ran both hands down the sides of Loki's leg, easing them together where Loki had instinctively spread them apart again. "Keep them together. Do not make me tell you a third time."
Loki shivered at the hard edge to President Loki's tone, knowing that if he disobeyed again, President Loki wouldn't bother with 'gentle'.
Loki sucked in a breath when he felt President Loki's erect cock slip between his ass cheeks, slick with whatever ointment President Loki had been using before.
Loki moaned when it was rubbed over his hole but President Loki didn't push in like Loki expected him to, instead going lower, pressing between his closed thighs. "What—?"
"Hush, Pet," President Loki shushed him, running a hand down Loki's back, over the whip marks as his cock was squeezed between Loki's thighs when he tensed up. "I told you. Gentle. No sex until you're healed."
Loki couldn't even find it in him to argue, even liking the feeling of having President Loki's hard length trapped between his thighs.
Loki pressed his thighs together, pulling a low groan from President Loki's lips that Loki reveled in. He loved every little noise President Loki wasn't able to contain. Just knowing Loki was the cause of the reaction, that Loki was making President Loki feel so good that he couldn't contain his noises of pleasure, it made Loki feel so warm inside.
President Loki moved his hips slowly, drawing back so Loki could feel the slick slide of his member pulling back, rubbing his skin before just as slowly pushing back forward.
Loki let out a shaky breath, bowing his head down and looked down at his thighs himself, moaning breathlessly at the sight of President Loki's cockhead poking out from between his legs, red and leaking precum already. Loki pressed his thighs even tighter together as he watched the cockhead disappear, leaving a trail of precum on his thighs.
Loki cautiously reached down when the cockhead appeared between his thighs again and slowly rubbed a thumb over the slit, causing President Loki to his in pleasure. "Mm, that's a good Pet. Feels wonderful, Darling. Just perfect."
Spurred on by the encouragement, Loki continued the slow rubbing each time President Loki pressed between his thighs, his member slipping across Loki's slicked skin.
President Loki thought Loki deserved a reward after taking his punishment so well and being so well behaved now. "Would you like to touch yourself, Pet?"
A shuddering gasp left Loki as he nodded quickly. "P-please, Master. 'M so c-close. Just a little more—"
"I do adore how desperate you sound, Darling. You beg so prettily," President Loki murmured, catching Loki's hand where it rested shakily over the middle of his thighs to feel the cock slipping between them bump against his hand and rub down. "Go on, Pet. You have my permission to cum if you need to, whenever you feel like it."
They both knew Loki wasn't going to last long though he tried to even as he jerked himself off, every now and then, squeezing the base of his dick to stave off an orgasm.
President Loki was quick to notice though and quickly stopped moving, smoothing a hand over Loki's hip who whined when President Loki ceased moving. "What's the matter, Darling? Why are you not letting yourself come? What do you need?"
Loki let out a slow, shaky breath, pressing back insistently. "I want...I need you to...to make a mess of me...come all over my thighs...please, Master?"
President Loki bit his lips hard. Oh, his Pet was going to be the death of him. "Of course, Pet. Anything you want is yours."
"I want you," Loki whispered breathlessly, making President Loki swallow hard as he tried not to let the words affect him too much.
He moved again, Loki going lax in his hold as he thrusted slow and easy, his cock slipping between Loki's thighs, brushing over the submissive god's cock and balls with each thrust.
President Loki was already near the edge because of Loki's needy demands and soft moans, Loki's silky soft skin driving him absolutely mad so it wasn't much of a surprise to him that he only needed a few more minutes to bring himself to release. He groaned lowly as he spilled his spend between Loki's thighs, making an absolute mess as it dripped down his legs, dirtying the bed sheets but it was what Loki had asked for, wasn't it?
Apparently the god had come without President Loki's notice as he fell limp to the bedsheets, cock softening already. President Loki checked whether or not he was still awake and found him awake, if not a little delirious but that was to be expected from his Pet.
President Loki rolled Loki onto his side before grabbing a wet cloth to clean up the mess of cum on Loki's thighs, being as gentle as he could so as not to disturb Loki from his little bubble of ecstasy.
One he was cleaned, President Loki moved them both away from the mess on the sheets, reminding himself to change it tomorrow as Loki would surely wish for rest now.
Sure enough, Loki turned onto his side, curling up against President Loki's chest who ensured Loki's back wouldn't be injured in the process.
"Thank you," Loki mumbled, eyes closed and breathing already slowing as sleepiness took over his system. "For being gentle with me."
President Loki nodded though Loki didn't see it, pressing a light kiss to Loki's lips. "I'll always be gentle when you need me to be."
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@murdermuffinloki So, I was at a party at the other night and I was trying to get my friend to go flirt with some peeps as a good friend does. So I pointed out one of the guys at the party and my friend said this;
Friend: He seems like a thigh fucker
Me: A what?
Friend: You know. Fucking someone's thighs. Thigh fucking
Me:
Me, giggling: "Thigh fucker"
(I was drunk, don't judge me) But long story short, I read a bunch of fics and ended up writing this. So I hope you enjoy these thigh fuckers XD
More Than Meets The Eye
Inspiration From This Gorgeous Fanart By murdermuffinloki:
When you finally arrive home only to find that your boyfriend is missing (again) and some weird creature is wearing his skin. Twitter | Pixi
Loki comes home to his boyfriend only to realize it's not his boyfriend at all. Tony is missing and a creature is wearing his skin.
What will Loki do when he learns Thanos has kidnapped his lover and demands Loki to hand himself over in return for Tony's safety?
Or is it already too late?
⚠️Warnings: Violence⚠️
Enjoy 💚❤
(Please Check The Pinned Post On My Tumblr Page To See If There Are More Parts To This Story)
"Anthony, what on Midgard are you doing?"
Tony glanced around from where he was eating what looked to be a tuna sandwich, spotting Loki who had just appeared in the middle of the living room. "Lokes, you're back!"
"That doesn't exactly answer my question," Loki said with an amused smile, glad of Tony's as always enthusiastic reaction when he returned home as he walked over to the genius.
"I'm eating," Tony said with a shrug. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
"But it's only lunch," Loki pointed out, leaning down to peck Tony's lips lightly. They were colder than normal though it was rather cold in the kitchen now that Loki thought about it. Normally Jarvis would keep the floors at a certain temperature. Or perhaps Loki was overthinking again.
"So?" Tony asked, looking very confused as Loki drew away. "What's the problem with that? I'm hungry."
"You never eat until late in the afternoon," Loki muttered, raising an eyebrow at the defensive tone. "And only ever because I need to drag you out of the lab so you don't end up starving yourself."
"Awe, Lokes. You do care," Tony said with a teasing smile, biting into his tuna sandwich without even pulling a face as he would any other time that he ate anything with tuna in it.
"You don't even like tuna," Loki said, wrinkling his nose. "As you've said on countless occasions, anyone who eats tuna has no taste."
"Opinions change," Tony said with another shrug, popping the last bit of tuna sandwich into his mouth.
"Not yours," Loki said, this time with a slight frown. "You're very stubborn like that."
"Come on, Lokster," Tony said, turning to look at Loki under his shades. "What's the big deal?"
Loki's frown deepened, eyes skimming over his boyfriend. The sunglasses were nothing new but usually Tony only wore said sunglasses around people he didn't like or when he was feeling practically insecure. Or on the rare occasion, when he was trying to hide sleepless nights from Loki but they'd worked past such things.
He was also wearing a full suit which confused Loki also. Was Tony going out to meet with someone? It had happened before so it wouldn't be so surprising but it didn't seem to be the case otherwise Tony would have mentioned it by now.
"Are you alright?" Loki asked after a pause, stepping up to Tony to place both his hands on either side of Tony's face, tilting his head up to look him over worriedly. "You're not ill, are you?"
"Why would you think that?" Tony asked with a too sharp grin that only made Loki grow more worried.
"Because you're wearing a full suit as if you're going to a press conference which you haven't yet said anything about which makes me believe there isn't one and you're wearing shades like you do when you're attempting to hide how you feel because you're eyes are far too expressive," Loki stated firmly. "And to top it off, you're eating tuna. You despise tuna with a passion. I only...you seem off, Darling. Is everything alright?"
Tony grinned that too sharp smile again. "You're one to talk. You're still wearing your armor and everything. Besides, I feel fine, Lokes. Nothing to worry about."
Loki huffed, dropping his hand, not able to fault Tony on that. He was still wearing his battle armor though he was too exhausted to waste his magic on changing.
Still, he studied Tony again for a long moment before shaking his head. Something about Tony was just significantly...off. Loki just couldn't put his finger on what. He decided it didn't matter, putting it to the back of his mind for the now.
"Anywho, you're back now. We should celebrate!" Tony exclaimed cheerfully which was much like his usual self. "You wanna watch some movies and snuggle?"
Loki felt himself relax a little and nodded in agreement. He was just on edge, was all. It was fair since he had been helping Thor on Álfheimr which ended up in a minor argument (because Thor didn't know when to shut up as always) which led to a rather unnecessary battle.
But he was home now and he no longer had to worry about all of that. He could simply relax with Tony like he'd been desperately wanting to do for the past week that he was away. Not that he would admit it to his boyfriend because Tony would never let it go but Loki truly had missed him.
"That would be lovely, Anthony," Loki said softly, pressing a kiss to Tony's too cold forehead. "Would you like to get us something to eat? Something that isn't tuna, perhaps?"
Tony sent him that unsettling, too sharp smile again. "Sure thing, Lokes. Go make yourself comfy. I'll be right over."
Loki pushed his worried thoughts to the back of his mind. Yes, Tony did seem off but he wouldn't push. Tony would tell him if something was wrong on his own. Loki trusted him.
Loki turned to head back to the lounge room, flicking his eyes to the blank TV. Now, if he could just find the remote. Perhaps some blankets would be nice too though warming up the room would be a good idea also. Tony was rather cold to the touch.
"Jarvis, could you please put the temperature on a higher setting," Loki inquired as he found the remote hidden between the couch cushions.
He turned towards the blank screen on the TV, pressing the 'on' button on the remote but the TV screen remained blank. Loki frowned, trying again but still, nothing happened.
It was only then that Loki let his worry come back, one thought running through his mind.
Something was wrong.
"Jarvis?" Loki spoke again, waiting for the AI's reply...but it didn't come.
The sense of wrongness only intensified as he stared at the pitch black TV screen, his reflection being the only other thing on it until he saw Tony walking up behind him. He had no snacks with him and he still had that too sharp smile on his face.
That's when it clicked. Tony's strange behavior, the sense of wrongness, Jarvis not replying...
"Lokes?" Tony asked curiously, Loki watching the reflection of Tony in the TV screen reach out a hand to touch him.
Loki whipped around, his hand lashing out like a snake to wrap around Tony's throat, lifting him off the ground. Tony choked as expected, hands reaching up to grab Loki's wrists, attempting to tug it away from his throat but Loki's grip was as tight as a vice.
"L-Loki, wh-what are you d-doing?" Tony rasped, his breaths coming out in choked gasps. "Loki, it's...it's m-me! It's T-Tony!"
Loki's grip only tightened at those words, green eyes flashing dangerously as burning anger rose up in him. "You're not Tony Stark."
This made the struggling hands stop fighting Loki's grip while that sharp smile turned into a wicked grin, the light reflecting off his shades enough to show the hint of red in what should have been chocolate brown eyes.
The burning anger was tinged with fear. But not fear of whatever creature Loki held. No, he was worried for Tony, the real Tony who Loki was slowly beginning to realize with a terrified horror was missing, leaving this creature in his place.
Loki tightened his hold even further but that devious grin on his lover's stolen face, so very out of place on his usually soft features whenever he looked at Loki, never ceased. If anything, it stretched unnaturally wider.
"Who are you?" Loki demanded in a furious whisper.
...
@murdermuffinloki Yes, there's going to be a second part 😉 Maybe even a third 👀 Just have to wait and see 😶
Tagging @just-inside-her until you tell me otherwise ❤