Warning: Spoilers Ahead for Chapter 11 of The Margay
@kenobiwanx has once again brought my two idiots (affectionate) to life in an absolutely gorgeous piece of artwork from a scene in the final chapter of The Margay!
“Trevor?” Audrey starts. “Could you take a picture for us?”
“Of course, sweetheart, of course.”
“You can use that one, right there,” Frankie tips his chin towards his phone where it rests on top of his towel.
“Alright now, smile,” Trevor says, holding the phone up.
Frankie puts his arm around Audrey’s shoulders and she slips hers around his back.
“Oh come on now, you love each other?” Trevor teases.
And Audrey looks up at Frankie, wrapping both arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he holds her against his chest.
“There you go,” Trevor says.
Audrey presses a kiss to Frankie’s cheek right as he snaps the picture.
A big grin plastered to Frankie’s face.
Art after the jump!
Gio, I am once again in absolute awe of your talent. 💚 Those are my babes. 🥹 Happy and in love. I swear I can hear a little laugh at the back of Frankie's throat every time I look at this picture. I cannot thank you enough for sharing your gift with me and this community. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Daemon Targaryen x Elaenya Targaryen (ofc) additional characters and family tree here
Warnings: none yet, slow burn, will be 18+ in future chapters
Prologue: In his 25th year, Prince Deamon Targaryen, with Corlys Velaryon, arranged to take the Stepstones from the Triarchy. Their forces succeeded and by 109 AC Daemon, age 28, styles himself Daemon Targaryen, First of His Name, King of the Stepstones and the Narrow Sea. He is to be crowned by Corlys, the Sea Snake, and then return to the Stepstones to take possession of the island Bloodstone. The coronation is to be held at Driftmark, celebrating both Daemon’s and the Sea Snake’s victory.
The sound of the waves crashing against the cliffside calmed Elaenya when her thoughts wouldn’t settle. She could listen to the raging water for hours, watching the fishing boats in the distance, the gulls swooping and swarming around them. She would slip away at the first opportunity, before her morning studies or while the rest of the castle lunched. She and her older brother had duties and obligations, but were allowed free rein of Driftmark and its shores. Her mother, Maela, was the youngest of Corwyn Velaryon’s four children, and Elaenya and Laerys, his youngest grandchildren. They had fewer expectations thrust upon them. There were times when their station demanded they behave as a prince and princess ought, but that didn’t hinder them from exploiting unsupervised moments.
She thought back to times she and her brother had explored the cliffs and caves along the beach, how they would return to the castle with sand covering them from head to toe, pockets filled with pebbles and shells. She had a fortunate childhood in some ways, though not perfect, and had been spared the boring days at court in King’s Landing and the machinations of the royal family.
She stood up from her seat on the rock and dusted the sand from her breeches. The wind caught her silver hair and lashed it around her. She closed her eyes and relished the salt spray on her face. The sun was low on the horizon and the air had become chilled.
Elaenya turned back to the castle, walking slowly up the beach. She still wore the leather pants and thick tunic from her training that afternoon. Being far from King’s Landing had many benefits, not the least of which was the small glimmer of freedom she was allowed. With a plethora of male cousins and her brother she had fought, quite stubbornly, to learn everything they learned. When her mother had finally acquiesced to Elaenya’s demands to learn swordsmanship, she had been inwardly overjoyed and outwardly unbearable for weeks. She wasn’t allowed to train as frequently as the boys, nor as fervently, but she had a natural talent and practiced on her own. She had held a sword in her hand nearly every day since she was three and ten years of age. She fingered the grip of Elēdrar as she started up the stairs. They were rough-hewn on this cliff face and weather worn and there were many of them. She took her time climbing, enjoying the changing hues of the sky presaging sunset. Well before she reached the top, a screech jerked her attention skyward. Crimson, almost black, against the orange sky, Caraxes dove and announced his arrival. Elaenya bounded up the remaining steps, paying no attention to the exertion.
The stair landing opened onto a flagstone courtyard. She was dizzy from her strained breathing but had room for only one thought. Daemon turned at the sound of her footfalls
“Cousin!” she nearly squealed, sounding much younger than her eight and ten years. He smiled at her as he removed his helmet. He ran a hand through it, mussing it after having his helmet on for hours. Elaenya stopped short.
“Yes, cousin?” Daemon grinned at her.
“Well, you,” she stuttered, then smiled back at him. “You seem to have lost some hair, my prince.” She winked at him. He closed the distance between them and scooped her up in an embrace that lifted her feet from the ground. She hugged him back. Still trying to catch her breath, she looked toward Caraxes. He was eyeing them both passively. The dragon was exhausted.
“Shall we get you both settled?” She took his helmet from him, freeing his hands to unpack his saddlebags. She looked at the soot and blood on it and smoothed the plume down. It too was filthy. She would summon a squire to take care of his armor for him.
Daemon patted Caraxes’s snout as they walked off. Their hair and clothes whipped in the air as the dragon ascended and left the courtyard. He would find plenty of sheep or goats to eat before he rested. Elaenya walked ahead of Daemon as they entered the castle.
She doled out instructions to a waiting maid and requested a squire to assist the Prince with his armor. Daemon watched her with a prideful smile, but his eyes were tired. The journey was two days by dragon.
“I’ve had a bath and supper sent to your room. I trust you remember where it is?” she asked. She beamed upon noticing the way he looked at her.
“You’ve become quite a Lady since I saw you last. It wasn’t so long as a year ago though it seems much longer,” he was genuinely impressed, but teasing Elaenya was something of which he would never tire.
“Lady!” she scoffed. “Hardly.” She grinned and gestured to her filthy clothing. “I suppose I need a bath as well. I forget how to be a Lady unless we entertain guests. And if the rumors are to be believed, we will be having quite a few guests tomorrow.”
“Perhaps.” Daemon’s mouth twitched up at the corner. “I shall see you when we break our fast tomorrow?”
“Of course,” she replied. She kissed his cheek before departing for her chambers.
The fire helped to dispel the chill in the room but not entirely. It must have not been lit long. Steam rose from the bath water. Elaenya undressed impatiently. The evening sea air had seeped into her bones. She loved the way the water felt as if it burned when she first stepped into it. As she sank down into the tub, letting the day slide off her, she mulled over Daemon’s comment. She supposed she had become more confident with the servants and had learned more from her mother about her duties this year. This was inevitably the result of her mother’s intention to make Elaenya a desirable prospect as a wife. She groaned. She glanced to the corner near the hearth where Elēdrar was propped. Her Valyrian steel sword. It had been her father’s. There weren’t many in the family so when her brother had given it to her for her eighteenth name day she had been speechless. By all rights it should be Laerys’s.
It was a bit small for him. It had more sentimental value to him as he could remember more time with their father. However, Laerys had been bequeathed his own. His had come from the Velaryon lineage; Elaenya’s from the Targaryen’s. It fit her perfectly. She could wield hers one-handed if needed and could do great damage with two hands.
She let her eyes close as she rested her head against the back of the tub. She would wash when the water was cooler. For the moment she wanted to feel the heat. She gathered her silver hair behind her head, keeping it from the water and using it as a makeshift pillow. An unbidden memory floated behind her closed eyes...
Elaenya remembered how her sword had stopped midair, striking an unyielding object. She had turned around immediately and almost dropped it.
"Well, what do we have here?" The Dragon smiled down at her. All black armor and silver hair. He let the blade slide down his forearm, then gripped it, keeping it from falling to the ground. It had struck his vambrace when she had swung inexpertly.
She swallowed and was too embarrassed to respond. She could only blink up at him, then down at her sword in his hand and his helmet in his other.
She had been ten years of age the first time she had seen Daemon Targaryen up close. He tossed the sword in the air, flipping it to catch the grip. He turned it, making a show of inspecting the blade.
“They let you train with this, little one?” He flipped it again and handed it back to Elaenya, grip-first.
“Yes, only a bit, my Prince,” her mouth was dry. He seemed overlarge and certainly his reputation contributed to that.
“You’d do well to pay attention to your surroundings, cousin,” he grinned. “Watch where you swing such a deadly blade.” She laughed at this. They both knew it was a training sword with the dullest blade imaginable. “I shall leave you to it.”
He left unceremoniously. Young Elaenya watched him walk away until he entered the castle.
Elaenya made her way to break her fast the next morning. Her excitement propelled her down the corridors. The skirts of her pale blue dress flowed out behind her as she walked.
When she arrived at the hall, Daemon and her uncle weren’t present. She hid her displeasure with a genteel smile and walked toward the table.
“Good morrow.” She greeted her good sister, Rhanora, and brother, Laerys. She took her seat next to Rhanora as a servant brought her meal.
“You welcomed Prince Daemon last night, sister?” Laerys asked as he reached for the bread. He broke a piece off and handed it to his wife before taking some for himself, then handed the loaf to Elaenya. His eyes sparkled with a bit of mischief as they met hers.
“Thank you. Yes, I was on the beach when he arrived.” She gave him an exaggerated reproachful look. “How is the babe this morning?” Elaenya nodded toward Rhanora’s rounded middle.
“He was quite restless last night, but seems to have calmed today. I am ready for the little prince to make his appearance.” Rhanora stroked her belly as she spoke. It would not be much longer. Perhaps only a month’s time according to the Maester.
“Hopefully you may both have some rest before the festivities this afternoon.” Without meaning to, Elaenya rolled her eyes. She immediately flushed, praying neither of them had seen.
“Do you not approve of our cousin’s new title, El?” Her brother graciously winked at her, relieving her of the guilt that had begun to creep in. Laerys chuckled but it was clipped off when he looked up.
Their mother, Maela, had entered the hall. She smiled at them as she approached the table.
“Good morrow, Mother.” Elaenya and Laerys spoke almost in unison. Elaenya giggled. They had acted like they were still children, caught up to no good. Her mother kissed her fondly on the forehead before she sat.
“Good morrow children, Rhanora. Was something amusing, my son?” Maela didn’t look up from her task of buttering her bread.
“Well… yes, Mother, in fact, El thought Daemon’s coronation a bit of a farce.”
“I-“ Elaenya began in a huff, but her mother and brother laughed.
“Perhaps you should keep your opinions of your cousin confined to this dining table, El, lest someone mistake you for an usurper.” Her mother smiled at her.
Maela was a delicate woman but strong and fierce and kind. Her outward appearance and demeanor were every bit as regal as was required to marry a Targaryen prince. Before their father had died, Maela had smiled more often. Since then these intimate moments were the only times she seemed to slip off the twelve years of mourning which she wore like a cloak.
Maela had loved Gaemon Targaryen, their father, regardless of the marriage having been arranged. She was devoted to her two children, often seeing their father in their humor and playfulness.
“You look lovely today, El,” she said as she appraised Elaenya’s hair and dress. “More excited for the festivities than Laerys would lead me to believe?” She smiled mischievously.
Elaenya shot a sour look at her brother. She would find a way to repay him for exposing her to their mother.
“They will be historic, Mother,” she replied, not attempting to hide her smile.
Daemon and Corlys didn’t join them. Elaenya excused herself after she had finished her meal. She decided to go to the terrace to watch the arriving ships and the dragons. They, too, needed to break their fast and could be seen diving in the sea for fish that they rarely had access to at their homes.
She walked the corridors in no hurry. As she passed the library she heard voices. The doors were closed and she didn’t enjoy eavesdropping but she couldn’t help but hear Daemon’s agitated voice interrupt Corlys.
“-to Bloodstone. Tomorrow.”
Elaenya heard boot heels approaching the door. She moved away quickly, on through the corridors.
The ocean breeze was warmer than she had expected. She took a seat on a stone bench near the parapet. The dragons keened above and below her. Caraxes dwarfed her Saelys by half. Saelys’s teal coloring shifted between blue and green as she flew in the morning light. She watched Caraxes dive and reappear. A couple of newcomers circled and dove with them.
Bloodstone. Elaenya thought. She supposed it had not occurred to her that Daemon would go away so soon. Of course he would. Driftmark was not his home and only the war with the Triarchy had caused him to visit during the last few years. He and the Sea Snake would convene here when they needed to regroup or plan a new offensive. Those times were rare. None of the visits were long but she had spent every possible moment she could listening to them discuss strategy and tactics. More than once she had been their cup bearer in these meetings. The years had seemed to pass slowly with nothing remarkable happening between Daemon’s appearances at Driftmark.
He had spent most of his time there focused on his duties but after the councils he would walk on the beach with Elaenya. He would ask her questions about her training or Saelys or walk in comfortable silence. She didn’t prattle like young women were wont to do. Yet in all that time she had never thought about where he would be after the war ended. He had been a constant part of her life for three years and three years could feel like an eternity when your days were monotonous.
Elaenya gazed out at the ocean and let her mind wander. Soon she would be required to attend her mother and brother. Alongside them she would represent the Targaryens at Driftmark. What an odd predicament, she thought, to be loyal to her uncle and cousin and yet claim to be loyal to the Crown. Surely Daemon’s and Corlys’s actions were treason but she would heed her mother’s words and keep these thoughts to herself.
That afternoon, Elaenya took her place next to her brother in the hall. They stood to the side of the dais. Their uncle Corlys Velaryon sat on the driftwood throne. Every Velaryon who resided at Driftmark was present. The hall was buzzing with conversation. A few younger men laughed, the sound echoing through the rafters. The celebratory mood overshadowed the fact that Daemon and Corlys we committing a minor act of treason. Looking at the faces around the hall, she didn’t see any that showed displeasure. Everyone in attendance reveled in the victory.
A voice was heard above the others, asking for silence, and a wave of shushing flowed through the crowd. Heads turned to watch the young prince enter. His short, silver hair was raked to the side. His violet eyes focused directly ahead, not looking at the spectators. He looked smug even without a grin, but surely that grin lay close to the surface, Elaenya thought. She allowed herself a tight-lipped smile.
Her cousin stopped at the dais, not mounting the stairs. Silence fell completely as the Sea Snake stood. He walked to the edge and a servant met him, holding out the crown. The polished bones curved like those of a man’s ribs. Elaenya swallowed dryly at the unsavory thought. Daemon didn’t kneel, only bowed his head slightly.
“Let all present bear witness,” Corlys spoke loudly to the onlookers. “Daemon Targaryen, First of His Name, King of the Stepstones and the Narrow Sea.” The Sea Snake placed the crown upon Daemon’s head. Cheers and applause sprang up from the crowd. Elaenya wondered if it wasn’t a bit forced, overly enthusiastic. Surely not everyone was excited to see her cousin become a king.
Daemon raised his head and began to turn to face the crowded hall. As he did he caught Elaenya’s eye and proffered her a smirk that fell away as quickly as it had arrived. Heat rushed to her face but Daemon had already looked away. That single look had confirmed her suspicions: he knew exactly how much of a farce this had become.
Hello. Yes, I know. Why start a new fic if you have so many to finish. I know, I know. Believe me, I know.
But this won’t leave me alone and since I did post a new chapter for Needs, I decided to start this one.
But first a few things. This isn’t a fix-it fic. Disability isn’t the end of life. To think like that is just... Not cool to put it nicely. There are millions of people who live with disabilities who have long, beautiful, fulfilling lives. Is it hard yes, but only because abled people in power don’t stop to think that maybe instead of chasing the miracle cure, or ignoring said percentage in the population because it’s cheaper, investing the resources with our fellow human brethren in mind would make their lives exponentially easier.
But that’s just me. My opinion. You’re welcome to think and say otherwise.
And yes, I am indeed talking about the whole Pike/Delta Radiation thing going on. I’m not dissing those who write these fics. They are quite good and I read them, but I’m also left feeling a bit off. Life is inevitable and things happen and I’m left wondering how those people feel. Star Trek has always been about representation but the second a beloved abled character is shown to become a Disabled person, there’s an uproar, a shower of discourse, and how dear they’s, a rush to go fix it, once again alienating and ignoring the reality of millions of our fellow humans. Do these people not deserve to be represented as well?
Star Trek has always been about inclusion and representation.
Disability isn’t the end of life.
Having a Disability doesn’t mean you don’t have a life.
Suffering a disability doesn’t mean your life has ended.
And again all the love to those who write and have written Fix-it’s. They are brilliant and for two seconds this fic was almost one of them. It was, I confess.
But then I started thinking about all those people. Real people that have disabilities. These people deserve better. They Deserve to be SEEN and to be REPRESENTED.
These People Deserve More.
Pike Deserves Better than a life lived in an illusion.
And so, I bring you my first Star Trek and F/F Fic. I hope you like it.
Summary: When Loki poofed with the Tesseract after the attack of New York, he desired to go to a safe place, somewhere he could recover and plan his next move. The Tesseract took him to Palampur, India–a sleepy town in the lap of the Himalayas. There, he indeed got the refuge he needed in a British era cottage, but his entanglement with its caretaker caused his plans to change…
Pairing: Loki/OFC(POC)
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Adventure, Drama, Angst, Action, Loki lands in India, Mistaken Identity, False Identity, Magic/Seidr.
[Authors’ Notes: I and @emeraldrosequartz are continuing this story for @allaboardthereadingrailroad ‘s Diversity Challenge. It features a POC Original Female Character (from India) and Loki. There will be many references to the Indian culture, food and Hinduism (since the OFC is a Hindu) throughout the story.]
Vanaheim was so green and beautiful! And not just naturally pretty, but it appeared as though the people there had embraced nature completely. It felt like she had stepped into a big, neverending garden, with everything pruned and perfectly snipped. Even the buildings looked to be a part of the garden landscape, what with their curved walls and facades.
As Loki took her to his aunt's house through numerous groves and around pretty round ponds, her eyes were surely comically wide and dazzled.
"Wow, you weren't joking about it being beautiful," she said, clutching his arm tightly as he led her. "These people are nature lovers on steroids. I can feel the vegetation breathing . The magic here is so intense!"
Loki chuckled and put his hand on hers as he led her down the winding, flower-lined paths, towards the secluded estate where his aunt lived. He truly enjoyed watching Maya's reactions as she took in everything around her - how her eyes went wide and her breath caught, or how her heartbeat quickened. He adored every moment of it.
"It is a place made by magic users, for magic users. And my aunt, Lady Idunn, is one of the best. She taught me for centuries..."
Centuries...Maya doesn't have centuries...
...at least, not yet.
Loki grinned to himself as he approached the organic-looking abode, twisting out of the ground and forming into a verdant, draping tree--a homage to the Yggdrasil itself. He kissed Maya on the head and stepped forward to knock on the door.
When it opened, they were greeted by a beautiful woman in a flowing silver gown, golden hair flowing past her waist with streaks of grey shimmering like moonlight through her tresses. She smiled when her golden eyes landed on them, genuine joy in her expression.
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Here ya go @magellan-88! Also just catching some folk up before I get this new story posted.
Chapters: 4/4
Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Rogers & Original Female Character(s), Tony Stark & Pepper Potts
Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Joanna (ofc) - Character, Carla (ofc), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton
Additional Tags: NSFW, Sex, Reunion, Office Sex, Morning Sex, Humor, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Captain America - Freeform, Nipple Play, Cuddling, Oral Sex, Fellatio, handjob, blowjob, Alternate Universe, Interracial Relationship, PoC, Steve Rogers and poc, Female Character of Color, poc ofc, Captain america and poc, Bwwm, Biracial Character
Series: Part 4 of Steve and Joanna: The Avengers/ ofc fan fiction
Summary: When Loki poofed with the Tesseract after the attack of New York, he desired to go to a safe place, somewhere he could recover and plan his next move. The Tesseract took him to Palampur, India–a sleepy town in the lap of the Himalayas. There, he indeed got the refuge he needed in a British era cottage, but his entanglement with its caretaker caused his plans to change…
Pairing: Loki/OFC(POC)
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Adventure, Drama, Angst, Action, Loki lands in India, Mistaken Identity, False Identity, Magic/Seidr.
[Authors’ Notes: I and @emeraldrosequartz are continuing this story for @allaboardthereadingrailroad ‘s Diversity Challenge. It features a POC Original Female Character (from India) and Loki. There will be many references to the Indian culture, food and Hinduism (since the OFC is a Hindu) throughout the story.]
"Come with me," he said, reaching out and taking her hand without thinking. As soon as he realized what he'd done...he left it, squeezing her hand. "Let me get you out of here. I know where to go next...and it's somewhere you can be free."
Maya’s listless and sad eyes widened at his suggestion.
"Are you... mad?" she asked, surprised and a tad bit suspicious too. "Think of the consequences... What if we get caught? I'll just be a dead weight for you, for I'm just a simple witch with simple potion magic."
In her heart, she wanted to leave with him... it was a great big fantasy. But there were so many complications in its reality.
"I have grandparents back in my village. They don't like me much, but they're dependent on the money I send them. As a Hindu, it's my duty to take care of them, as part of my dharma. I don't want to be negligent towards my duties."
She didn't know if he'd understand where she was coming from. The offer was so tempting, though...
She sighed heavily.
"I'm not even fully sure that I can trust you... I'm sorry if I sound like a bitch. I WANT to trust you, for you protected me from those men, kept me from harm, gave me the euphoric magical melding...and more." Her cheeks heated up as that "more" hung in the air uncomfortably. "But I essentially don't know anything about you. And I don't know if I can handle going to this new place with you..."
"I can fix this for you..." he said, knowing that he probably looked and sounded a bit insane. But his mind was spinning...he realized he may have found a way out, a way to help her and himself. "I can provide your grandparents with all the money they'll ever need. You won't have to worry about them at all. And you don't have to worry about being caught. No one is after you..."
He smiled hopefully, trying to make her see.
"Do you think, now that you know who I am, that none of what we had together was real? I'm still me, I still feel the way I feel about you, Maya. I think you're... incredible. You're such a treasure..."
He reached up and cupped her cheek, unsure whether she would accept his touch or turn away. He allowed himself to hope…
“We’ll leave this world and start anew. Everything will be fine.”
Maya felt so confused. Just a few minutes ago she was running for her life, trying to fight him with all that she had. She didn't even know how many times she had kicked and punched him. Not that it had any impact...
But now, he was offering her a better life. He was offering to take care of her. He didn't want to abandon her...
"I..." Her voice cracked, and she began to cry again. "No one has ever offered to take care of me. I had stopped hoping."
Summary: When Loki poofed with the Tesseract after the attack of New York, he desired to go to a safe place, somewhere he could recover and plan his next move. The Tesseract took him to Palampur, India–a sleepy town in the lap of the Himalayas. There, he indeed got the refuge he needed in a British era cottage, but his entanglement with its caretaker caused his plans to change…[Loki/OFC(POC)]
Authors’ Notes: I and @emeraldrosequartz are continuing this story for @allaboardthereadingrailroad ‘s Diversity Challenge. It features a POC Original Female Character (from India) and Loki. There will be many references to the Indian culture, food and Hinduism (since the OFC is a Hindu) throughout the story.
We’re updating this story on a weekly basis, since most of it is already written. It’s gonna be SAFE SUNDAYS!
"Please don't hurt me," she squeaked, still trembling from whatever he had done to her.
She didn't know anything about him, but here he was, exposing her power like a nerve. And she was terrified.
All her life, she had tried to keep it hidden, and this man exposed her within two days of coming here. She didn't even know what he'd do with this knowledge. She just knew that he was more powerful and capable than her, and that he had just proved it to her.
"Please!" She began to struggle in his arms, wanting to get away from him. He simply held her that much tighter. "No!"
“Wait! Maya, I’m sorry! That’s not what I— CALM DOWN!”
Right as he shouted, she squirmed out of his grip and began to fall. Norns, he was such a fool! He let his enthusiasm cloud his judgement - he should have known that she would be frightened!
But he couldn’t let her be hurt. He couldn’t be the one to hurt her.
And so, before he could think it through or stop himself, he cast his seidr underneath her before she landed on the dirt. With a swirl of wind and gold...he caught her.
She stared up at him, floating several inches over the ground, and he locked eyes with her gravely, hoping she wouldn’t scream.
"Wha...." She stared at him in surprise as she floated in the air.
This was not something that she could do. He really was powerful.
Summary: When Loki poofed with the Tesseract after the attack of New York, he desired to go to a safe place, somewhere he could recover and plan his next move. The Tesseract took him to Palampur, India–a sleepy town in the lap of the Himalayas. There, he indeed got the refuge he needed in a British era cottage, but his entanglement with its caretaker caused his plans to change…[Loki/OFC(POC)]
Authors’ Notes: I and @emeraldrosequartz are continuing this story for @allaboardthereadingrailroad ‘s Diversity Challenge. It features a POC Original Female Character (from India) and Loki. There will many references to the Indian culture, food and Hinduism (since the OFC is a Hindu) throughout the story.
We’re updating this story on a weekly basis, since most of it is already written. It’s gonna be SAFE SUNDAYS!
As soon as Loki was alone, he exhaled heavily and threw the pillow on his bed, putting his hands on his hips and staring down at the straining fabric near his crotch.
“You are going to get us in trouble if you keep this up,” he chastised it in a whisper. “There is no scenario in which this can happen. So stop it.”
Predictably, it did not comply.
With a sigh, he undressed himself and turned the shower on cold , hoping the frigid water would provide him some distraction from the thoughts he most definitely should not be having about Maya - and relieving himself of this pent-up frustration manually was out of the question. The icy water hit his skin and he gritted his teeth, feeling the blood rush away from his troublesome member and back to the core of his body.
But it did nothing to stop his mind from ruminating about her touch…
He stayed in the shower for much longer than his usual reprieve.
By the time Luke came out of the bedroom, Maya had cleaned most of the cottage with her trusty steam mop and vacuum--all bestowed on her by the kind Mr. Raichand.
It wasn’t that she was very quick with those things, it was just that Luke had taken more than an hour in the shower. Rather ridiculous, but who was she to question the royalty, huh?
When he stepped out of the room, Maya simply stepped in without a word, taking her cleaning gadgets with her. She kept her eyes averted from him, for every time she even barely looked in his direction, she was reminded of how aroused he had gotten from her simple shoulder massage.
“How are you feeling now?” she asked as she plugged the vacuum in, just glancing in his direction very briefly. Damn, she knew that she was blushing again, so she quickly turned away. “Better, I hope. Umm, I need to head out again after I do your room. Nothing major, just need to buy some groceries. I’ll make dinner after I return.”
“Yes...good…” Loki tried to turn away, to control himself. He knew this would be trouble if he even began to dabble in the idea of toying with her again as he had before.
Then again...she had been such a gracious host, and he did feel guilty for making her uncomfortable. No...propriety demanded that he address the situation and not let it fester. It was the right thing to do.
Lo and behold, Loki of Asgard, striving to do the right thing…
He took a deep breath.
“Maya,” he said, intentionally trying to be as disarming as he could. “About earlier...my apologies. That was rather embarrassing. I hope it hasn’t upset you - I didn’t intend for it to happen.”
Maya felt her cheeks glowing with heat. He was talking about… about his erection!
She wished for the ground to open up and swallow her whole. This was embarrassing…
