Prompt: “Let’s go somewhere, just you and me.” from this list
Summary: After returning to Asgard following a series of long, hard-fought battles, Y/N avoids the rowdy celebration in favor of spending time with her best friend.
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Raucous laughter rings out from the open doorways behind you. The feast has been going on for hours now, and you’re exhausted. It’s been a long day. You’d been roused early by one of Queen Frigga’s ladies, then put through endless preparations and fittings until she deemed you ready for the celebrations. Once she was satisfied, you joined the rest of the Einherjar in a parade through Asgard. The people you’d sworn to protect cheered for you and your fellow warriors, and while you’d enjoyed the company of your friends and the relief of being home, it was exhausting to be the center of so many people’s attention.
The parade had lasted most of the day. As the sun set, casting liquid gold over all of Asgard, you’d arrived at the doors to the throne room, where King Odin waited. Your friends ascended the steps first, following Thor, and you brought up the rear of the group in silence. You remained silent throughout the lengthy ceremony, only speaking when required, and you caught Thor glancing at you in concern more than a few times. His worry went unnoticed by the rest of the group, however, and he was pulled away from you as the banquet started.
Now, you stand out on a balcony of the palace, staring at the stars. The rainbow bridge glows faintly, illuminating the sky around it, and you hold your mug of ale close. It’s only your first and you’ve barely had any, but it’s so strange to be home where there’s no limit to your food. Months of battle on strange planets has created strange habits that you’ll have to work to break. Your senses are still on high alert and your entire body feels tense, as if you never left Alfheim. While logically you know that you will eventually readjust to being home again, that feeling seems a long way off.
“You are hiding,” Thor says, and you smile a little to yourself, though you don’t turn. He’s always been quick to assess.
“I would never hide,” you reply. You listen to him walk closer. When he’s just behind you, you add, “Though I would avoid.”
He hums and shifts until he’s beside you, his hands resting on the stone railing. He stares at the stars, just as you’ve been doing, but only for a few moments.
“You were quiet tonight.”
“It’s strange to be home.”
“Is it?”
You shrug and stare forward. You can feel his eyes on you.
“We’re safe now, Y/N. There is no danger.”
Inhaling sharply, you tighten your grip on your mug, then force yourself to relax. He’s somehow hit the nail right on the head. Thor has always been excellent at finding the issue at the heart of the matter, most especially when it comes to you.
“I know,” you murmur. Turning toward him, you meet his steady gaze. He does not smile, but there’s comfort in knowing that he understands what you’re going through. He’s always been expected to fight for Asgard.
“I would not let any harm come to you,” he promises, and you nod. You know he means it.
A loud cheer comes from the open doors to the hall and you look over, watching for a moment as Volstagg is lifted up off the ground by a group of rowdy warriors. Golden goblets filled with ale and plates heaped with roast meat cover the tables nearby.
“Come. Let’s go somewhere, just you and me.”
Surprised, you meet Thor’s eyes again. “What?”
“I want to show you something,” he insists. He offers you his arm and after a moment of hesitation, you take it.
You crouch to set your half-empty mug on the ground, then straighten up. “Won’t they miss you at the celebration?” you ask as Thor leads you along the balcony to a corridor hidden in the shadows.
“I’ve celebrated with them enough. I want to celebrate with you now.”
You fall silent, not knowing what else to say. His intentions for coming out to find you are becoming more and more unclear. Thor is your closest friend. He has long been the person that you’ve shared every secret with, and him with you, and yet it suddenly feels like he’s hiding something from you.
The sounds of the feast grow fainter and fainter as you walk, until only the sound of your footsteps on the stone accompany can be heard. All around you, the rest of the palace is asleep. The stars glitter through the open windows whenever you pass by, and a cool night breeze blows through. It smells like rain, too—sweet and fresh. You glance at Thor when you first notice. Is it him? Or is it just a coincidence?
“Here we are,” he says. He’s led you to an empty part of the palace. The air is cooler here, as if fires haven’t been lit in a long while. Thor’s voice echoes a little. There’s a strange sort of reverence in the air, and it feels wrong to hear someone speaking, even if it’s him.
Thor stops walking at the entrance to a dark room. He releases your arm, gently pulling away before gesturing for you to stay where you are. You watch as he disappears into the darkness. Several moments pass before a flame appears. It lights the wick of a candle, and soon Thor is tending to a fire in the hearth of a candlelit room. Even from the doorway, you can see that he’s brought you to a small sanctuary. It’s so tucked away inside the palace that it must be something only him and his family are normally privy to.
“I’ve never seen this room before,” you tell him, a little in awe. “Am I allowed to be here?”
“You are allowed to be wherever I am.” He takes your arm to lead you inside and you step carefully over the threshold, trusting him to keep you from tripping while your attention is elsewhere.
Once inside, you’re protected from the night air, and the chill drops away from you. The tall ceilings above make the warmly lit room feel like a cavern or a cave, but in a good way. You want to sit at the hearth and bask in its glow. All around you, lanterns glow and shimmer as candlelight shines through their clear panes. Shadows dance across the marble floor and colorful walls in mesmerizing patterns. Two plush floor pillows have been set up a few feet from the fire, and an array of food, ale, and wine has been set up on a cloth to their right.
“What is this place?” you ask, completely awestruck. The room is beautiful, and like nothing you’ve seen. You can’t believe that you’ve lived in Asgard your whole life and yet you’ve never seen, nor have you heard of, such a beautiful place. Mosaics cover the walls, chronicling Asgard’s history. The final mosaic, the one closest to the fire, isn’t finished. Thor leads you closer before stopping within arm’s reach of the incomplete artwork.
“This room is one of my mother’s favorites. It’s a sanctuary she shared with me when I returned from my first hard battle. These mosaics are meant to immortalize our past,” answers Thor. “The days of old are shown here. Every loss, every victory… Every king and queen has found a place on these walls.” He’s still holding your arm and you don’t pull away, but he reaches across you to point with his free hand at a mosaic to your right. “There is my father.”
You inspect the artwork for a moment before replying, “And that’s you beside him.”
Thor nods. “It is.”
“You make a beautiful mosaic.” You’re only half teasing.
His chuckle warms you to your core and you pull your arm from his so you can face him, smiling wide.
“The one over there isn’t finished,” you point out, and he nods.
“Nor will it be, until more events come to pass. Come.” He walks closer to the unfinished mosaic.
You follow him, and when you’re within a few feet, the smaller details of the work start to pop out at you. Most notably, the tiny mosaic of you pops out.
“That’s me!” you say, shocked. You carefully crouch down, your ceremonial armor making it almost impossible to move as swiftly as you normally would, to get a closer look. “This is the battle on Alfheim.”
“Indeed it is,” Thor answers. “It has forever shaped Asgard. You have forever shaped Asgard. Your bravery has become part of our immortal history.”
Looking up from where you crouch, you meet Thor’s eyes. He extends a hand to help you up and you take it, but he doesn’t let go once you’re standing again.
“You’re a fine warrior, Y/N. I’m honored to fight at your side.”
“And I’m honored to fight under your command,” you say honestly. “You will make a great king someday, and I will fight under you until I am brought to Valhalla.”
Thor searches your face for a moment. “I could never ask you to stop fighting, not like my father did,” he says, quieter than before, and you frown.
“What?”
“You will always be a warrior. It’s one of the many things that first drew me to you.”
“I— Thor, what are you talking about?”
“If I asked you to be my queen when I am King of Asgard, would you?”
You freeze, staring at him with wide eyes. The question is like a bucket of icy water being dumped over your head. Your heart skips a beat, you inhale sharp and quick, and your stomach flips. All thoughts leave your head as you try to process what he’s just asked. Part of you thinks he is asking you something incredibly serious, but another part is telling you that this is just your friend standing in front of you, tired from a long day and mixing up his words. Or maybe it’s Loki, playing a prank on you.
“What do you mean?” you finally choke out. “Thor, are you—?” You fumble the words, unsure if you should ask what you’re truly thinking. If he’s not sincere, you’ll be making yourself a fool.
“I think I have fallen in love with you,” he tells you.
The world slows around you and you can feel the blood pulsing through your veins for a split-second before you find yourself saying,
“And I’ve fallen in love with you, too.”
Your confession feels like the most natural thing in the world. You don’t think before you speak, and the smile Thor rewards you with makes your stomach flip again, but only in the most wonderful way. You smile back, butterflies coming to life as he pulls you closer by the hand.
“May I kiss you?” he asks, and you nod.
“You may.”
The warmth of the mosaic room wraps around you as Thor’s hands move to your hip and your cheek. His gentle touch pulls you in, and you meet in the middle. You’re still for a moment before your brain catches up and you kiss him back, your lips against his and your arms reaching over his shoulders to wrap around his neck. The sweet smell of rain invades your senses and you breathe in deep before kissing him again, smiling a little against his lips. Somewhere behind you, the fire crackles in the hearth and you swear that the lantern flames dim for a second before flickering back to life.
When you pull away, cheeks hot and hands trembling from excitement, you rest your head against his shoulder and Thor wraps his arms around you, holding you close. All you want right now is to soak in the feeling of being near him, though your ceremonial armor makes it difficult to feel his touch anywhere but your face and hands. You inspect the mosaics as he holds you, and after several moments, you notice an addition to the one you’d been looking at just a few minutes before.
“Look,” you say, smiling.
Thor turns his head, then chuckles when he sees the tiny, tiled versions of you and him standing together.
“It seems we’re meant to be.”
“So it seems.”
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Summary: You, an ex-avenger, visit Thor- who you’ve been crushing on for ages- in New Asgard and he unknowingly breaks your heart.
Warnings: Angst, foul language, avenger!Reader, canon level talks of depression and character death. like... one use of (y/n) (sorry)
Word count: 1k
Authors note: I have a thing for endgame Thor ok? I’m still not over him. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated! Thank you for your support🫶 (ps, I reblog all the dividers and headers I use, search for “dividers” on my blog)
“Take a look in my eyes/ Tell me what you see/ Besides the bright blinking lights/ Stretched out in front of me/ I wonder if you'll notice/ Would you even care/ If I told you my life just isn't fair. // Welcome to hard times/ And feeling low/ Do you like sinning, no?/ Well, you will before you go/ We got lots of gambling/ Oh, and we're telling lies/ You're certainly welcome to hard times.”
New Asgard is smaller than you remember.
The old port town is quiet, almost sleepy, the smell of salt and woodsmoke drifting through the mist. You pull your jacket tighter as you make your way up the hill, ignoring the twist in your stomach. You’ve faced aliens, gods, impossible battles—but somehow facing him like this is the hardest thing you’ve ever done.
King Valkyrie walks you towards Thor’s house. She warns you to brace yourself, that Thor isn’t…himself.
You haven’t seen Thor since the battle. Not really. Not long enough to truly look at him. Not long enough for him to look back.
Val departs quietly upon nearing the doorstep.
You let out a big sigh.
You knock on his door.
It takes a moment. A shuffle. A muffled curse. Something crashes.
Then—The door swings open.
Thors eyes widen in surprise.
“(Y/N)?” he questions. His voice is soft. Disbelieving. A little… hopeful.
Your heart clenches. He looks so different—hair unkempt, beard overgrown, shirt stretched, eyes tired. A beer can clutched in one hand. Behind him, the TV blares some violent video game, Korg shouts encouragement, and there’s a half-eaten pizza on the couch.
But his smile is real.
He pulls you into a bone-crushing bear hug. Oh, how you’ve missed his hugs
“You’re here,” he says, almost like he can’t believe it.
“I wanted to see how you were doing.” You explained, trying not to cringe from the smell that hit you.
“I’m fine!” Thor says too quickly, too brightly. “Never better. Beer? Pizza?” he offers, then turns to Miek and Korg.
“Friends, you remember Lady (y/n), one of Earth’s fiercest warriors!”
Korg and Miek bid you a hello.
You laugh softly, because you don’t know how else to keep from crying
He steps aside. “Come in.”
You spend the afternoon with him. Sitting on his sagging couch, feet on the cluttered floor. He laughs at Korg’s jokes, brags about beating some kid online, pretends everything is normal.
But you see him.
The way he flinches when someone on the game shouts “headshot.”
the tired in his eyes; the kind that sleep can’t fix.
The way he keeps his smile turned on like a light he refuses to let burn out.
And every time he notices you watching him, he straightens. Puts on that brave, too-loud grin.
You’ve loved him quietly for years. Loved the way he fought for everyone, carried worlds on his back. Loved the softness he hid behind thunder and bravado.
Now all you want is to help him carry even a piece of this pain.
But he won’t let you close enough to touch it.
As the sun starts setting, you stand up.
“I should get going. It’s a long journey back.”
Thor springs to his feet like he’s afraid you’re leaving forever.
“So soon? You—you don’t have to go.”
Your heart twists.
“I’ll come visit again,” you promise. “If you want.”
His eyes flicker. Something unspoken, something raw. But then he smiles that same forced smile.
“Of course I want you here. You’re my..” he pauses only for a heartbeat, but it’s too long; you notice. “Friend.”
Friend.
You’re not sure what the hesitation means. You’re not sure what the way he looked at you means. You’re not sure of anything at this point.
You manage a nod, but something in your chest twists sharply.
He walks you outside. The wind off the water is cold, and Thor crosses his arms like he’s trying to hide the slight shake in his hands.
“Thor… you don’t have to pretend with me.”
“Really,” he says softly, “I’m alright. Don’t worry.”
You look up at him.
His jaw tightens. A flicker of panic crosses his face.
“I’m not pretending.”
You hold his gaze. You know he’s lying.
He knows you know.
You shift your weight, unsure if you should try again- push him to talk, but gently.
But something in his posture stops you, he’s hanging on by a thread and you cant be the one to pull it.
“I should go,” you whisper.
He nods too quickly. “Yes. Right. Of course.”
But then his hand twitches—just enough that you think he might reach for you. Might ask you to stay.
Might let you in.
He doesn’t.
His fingers curl back into a fist.
You force a soft smile. “Goodnight, Thor.”
“Goodnight,” he echoes, voice so gentle it nearly breaks you all over again.
You turn away before he can see the shine in your eyes. The gravel crunches under your boots, each step feeling heavier than the last.
You make it down the hill. Past the houses. Past the docks. Past the point where he can see you if he looks out his window.
And then, when the last sliver of his home is out of sight—Your breath cracks.
You stop, hands bracing on your knees, and the tears come fast, hot, relentless. You try to breathe around the ache in your chest.
He’s hurting so much.
And he won’t let you help.
And you don’t know how to reach him.
You cover your mouth, trying to muffle the sob that tears out of you. The salty wind stings your eyes, but it’s nothing compared to the feeling hollowing you out from the inside.
You love him. You came all this way for him. And he still won’t let you in. He doesn’t even know.
You wipe your cheeks, but the tears just won’t stop.
You’ve fought monsters.
You’ve survived wars.
You’ve lost and kept going.
But this—watching Thor break from the inside while insisting he’s fine- hurts more than any battle ever did.
You stand there in the fading light, heart in pieces, wishing he’d let you give him even a fraction of the comfort he’s given to others.
And behind you, in the house on the hill, Thor sits heavily on the couch, staring at the door you walked out of.
Korg says something, but Thor doesn’t hear it.
Because for the first time all day, the smile falls completely off his face. His mind fills with thoughts about you. He should call your name, run after you, something.
But fear roots him in place. Something heavy and unspoken sits in the back of his throat, but he swallows it down the same way he swallows everything these days
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HAMMERED | a thor odinson drabble
note: i love writing this big man as being a horribly lovesick idiot who cannot flirt, who also has lightning-related mishaps when he gets nervous. it's fun. also this gif accurately paints the mood.
pairing: thor/f!reader, a 'we-all-live-in-the-tower' au
tags: drabble, a little blurb, thor is romantic, you're a medic, thor hates needles, helen cho is a wingwoman, mostly a comedic blurb, steve n thor are besties
"Good to know I'm not the only one here with plans to get absolutely hammered—"
Beside you, Helen Cho snorts into her glass of riesling. It's — no doubt — worth about triple your monthly rent. After all, it is coming from the personal stock of the one and only Tony Stark.
That's what the Iron Man did on nights like this in the Tower: he pulled out all the stops.
And so did most of the team. Plus-one's included.
Your comment, however, hadn't been aimed at Helen. Rather, it was muttered in amusement at the swaggering entrance of Thor — and, in tow, his mighty cask of Asgardian mead.
That stuff was treated like liquid gold around here. I mean, you once watched a single shot of the stuff put Clint Barton outta commission for three days. For two of them, he was still drunk.
For men like Thor, Rogers and the recent (brooding and tentatively murderous) addition to the team — Sergeant James Barnes — the stuff was just the right amount of alcohol per volume to produce the usual, coveted effect that normal spirits were unable to supply.
The bottle hanging from Thor's hands is made of a murky, green glass — and it's big. You're a bit ashamed to admit you'd probably purchased one or two Barefoot Rosés in that gargantuan size. The wax seal around the bottle's neck is pitch black. The label is scrawled with the sort of runes you'd usually tap Erik Selvig in on.
But, context clues are context clues.
It's booze.
And Thor, as soon as he makes eye-contact with you across the room, is thanking the Gods he decided to bring this — because really, how else was he going to muster up the courage to walk over there and talk to you?
What, like... Like some sort of... Normal person?
He's a God. And — a-and you're... You're the very funny, very sweet, very kind member of the medical team who is always so gentle when Thor manages to injure himself enough on missions to warrant attention. It's rare, but the worst bit is: he isn't exactly keen on it. No, no. He much prefers healing magic — an admission that to him even seems laughable.
By Odin's beard, he is Thor. The God of Thunder. Generations of viking kin, true warriors, have prayed to him for strength in battle, for guidance in war. He is the Champion of Storms, protector of Midgard.
And here he is: afraid of needles.
Thor shifts awkwardly on his feet, watching you converse lightly with Dr. Cho across the room — and he stalls enough that Steve sees it.
The Captain's usual greeting is met with half-there silence. A far-away handshake-hug. And though maybe Steve isn't looking for his own dance partner tonight, it doesn't mean he isn't keenly aware of his good friend's center-of-attention. The same center-of-attention that's been the center-of-attention for weeks now.
"C'mon," Steve rumbles lowly, gesturing with his chin, "Let's get you a drink, and get you over there."
Thor holds up a hand. He narrows his brows. "I can't simply—"
"What's stoppin' you?" Steve asks, decidedly Brooklyn-esque of him.
"She's... I mean — you can see her, can't you?" Thor grits out, leaning in close, "Oh, Gods, she's looking over here—"
"—I thought you were supposed to be Crown Prince of Asgard—"
"I am," Thor hisses, ducking to seem busy by the entrance to the upper-level of the Tower. There's a table by the elevator. He fiddles with a framed photo of Stark and Parker, "I am and all the... y'know, courtship blah blah blah was handled by advisors. And my mother. I was never very good at it—"
"Hey, you two."
Thor jumps six feet in the air, and in that moment, a zap of lightning touches the tip of your nose. He nearly drops the bottle of Asgardian Mead. Steve catches it. Thor leans, one hand on the table, and the other on his hip.
He tries to seem nonchalant.
You promptly sneeze, and Steve can't help but look wide-eyed at Thor with a semi-panicked expression.
You rub your nose and laugh, a bit stunned — only to find that Steve and Thor are looking at you like you've got three heads.
For a moment, you wonder if maybe you've got something in your teeth. Or maybe the margarita Natasha made has turned your mouth an artificial cherry color. But, no. You see why they're staring when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the elevator's mirror. It opens and reveals a perplexed Scott Lang. Behind him, you see your reflection.
(Scott always looked kinda confused. Nothing new there.)
As the doors close, you realize that all the hairs on your head are standing up straight.
Waiting for a lightning strike.
You laugh — as bright as the sun in the midst of a storm — and Thor swears it will be the death of him.
"Relax, Thunderdome," you chirp, nudging his arm, "We gotta work on the static build-up."
A/n: This is something that kept me up. And yes I am back. Sorry! No Loki spoilers. Mostly bc I still haven't watched it. AFAB reader. She/her pronouns! Smut for smut sake. Unprotected sex.
It all started with a cup of tea.
Actually, it was just an empty cup that (Y/n) was throwing out after her disappointing breakfast. The cafe was cute enough on the outside, but the breakfast was cold, the tea was dull, and overall it wasn't as inspiring as she had hoped. That was until she threw away the paper cup. The cup was covered in what most would consider chicken scratch but a select few may recognize the runes that littered the dampened paper cup.
Truly, they were distractions from the "real" work she was intending to do at the dull and uninspiring coffee shop. Her mind was buzzing as if bees were consuming her few work thoughts and replacing them with music or movie quotes. It hardly registered she almost bumped into someone as she was throwing her trash away.
The bees were swept away by the cold touch of slender fingers that gripped her wrist.
"How do you know those symbols?" a smooth accented voice said.
Her eyes widened, fear filling her soul but she felt as if the cool touch froze her in place.
(Y/)'s eyes connected with his. They were green and sparkled brighter than the most beautiful emeralds in the world. They were enchanting and they called to her.
"They..." she swallowed the lump in her throat. "Are for my patron god."
Fear filled her again, he didn't seem like the type to shout fire and brimstone to the witch but one could never be so sure.
The way his lips curled felt so familiar to her. It both excited her and terrified her. His raven hair tickled her neck as he leaned into her, his voice just above a whisper.
"Then I am your God,"
Her skin burst into bumps and chills as he gently breathed against her. (Y/n) knew it was dumb to believe him. Dangerous.
However, her intuition screamed that he was Loki. He had to be him.
"Now then" he stood up straight, adjusting his inky black tie. "What has my little follow in mind today?"
The flesh on her face burned as if the sun was beating on her and her heartbeat so fast she was sure a god could hear it.
"You see, I had found this nice rock... I was going to go home and put it on your altar." her voice was low, nervous people may find her out of her mind.
Loki's grin widened, eyes gazing over her every feature. His head reached up, thumb gently brushing over her cheek. (Y/n) stared into his face, confusion, fear, and something more primal filled her body. It started at her toes, rising up to the tips of her ears. She felt hot, despite how cold his fingertips were against her skin.
The Norse God's thumb moved, hovering over her lips. He gently blew on the small speck of hair, his breath brushing over her skin cool and sweet.
Mint.
"Would you show me?"
A nod was all it took.
(Y/n)'s hands rattled, her keys clacked like bells, and his eyes. Those eyes watched her. Remembering every detail. The curve of her face, the length of her hair. It was intriguing. What kind of mortal would worship him?
Why would one so beautiful choose him? Of all the Gods in Asgard?
The door slid open, dark things entered the trickster's mind. Imagining this perfect stranger in nefarious positions. Open for his taking.
Would she be so interested?
The click of the door was just enough time for Loki to make a decision.
"(Y/n)" he name danced off his lips.
In an effort to share the feeling, he gently grasped her before pressing his lips against hers. They melted against one another, her arms wrapping around his neck humming with delight as they shared a deep kiss.
He only stopped kissing her when he realized once again she was mortal.
"Yes, this will do nicely," Loki said darkly.
"You wanted to see your alter,"
(Y/n) touched her lips absently, then wrapped her arms around her middle. It felt as if her organs were going to spill from her plush body.
The table sat in her bedroom, she placed the rock perfectly before backing away to await his approval. Loki looked over the trinkets, snakes, gold, greens, and blacks. Herbs. Water. Even a small plastic dinosaur joined the ornate items.
"Is it to your liking?" she asked.
His emerald eyes made her feel as if she was lost in the darkest forest.
"It's missing one thing," he pinched his chin between his finger and thumb. "Yes, just one,"
His grin was almost evil. Loki's hand landed on her hips, picking her up with as much effort as he would have to lift a child. He sat her down carefully onto the table, her eyes match that of a doe. Loki found her perfect, each curve filled her clothes just right.
"Yes, that is much better," he nodded, quickly approaching her. His lips engulfed her's and his slender fingers palmed the thickest part of her thighs.
Loki's icy lips pressed against her lips, down her jaw, and over her called bone. Nipping and sucking. (Y/n)'s breathing was heavy.
"Loki," she cooed.
"Let me have you," Loki whispered. "All of you,"
(Y/n) whimpered, his teeth grazed her earlobe.
"Yes," she hissed. "Please. I'll always be yours."
His fingers began to stripe each layer of clothing off of her body. He continued his ministrations, kissing and biting down her chest. Loki's eyes stared into hers as his teeth grazed over the pert nipple. He bit down gently, tugging before giving it a long suck. He flattened his tongue licking long and gently across the bud.
Then he stopped.
"Darling" he hissed. "Watch me while I pleasure you,"
(Y/n) hadn't any idea she was closing her eyes. They shot open from his demand, however.
His dark hair was soon between her legs, licking from bottom to top at first. Loki pauses, gripping her thighs pulling her so her ass was partially off the table. He locked her with his arms in place, the fabric of his suit gently scraped against her thigh.
Loki slicked and sucked her pussy checking every so often she was watching what he was doing to her.
"Loki!" She shouted, cumming against his tongue. His tongue lapped against her once more, forcing a full-body twitch from her. Loki chuckled darkly, kissing her thick thigh and sucking. When he lifted his head a hard mark was left behind where hickey now laid.
"Beautiful," he whispered. He kissed the spot again. "Can you walk?"
Loki stood straight, tugging off his tie. Words couldn't be formed, she simply weakly nodded. (Y/n) stepped down, losing her footing but before she hit the ground Loki had steadied her.
"Lay on your bed," he demanded.
She did as she was told, laying comfortable. Loki pulled off his jacket and then shirt. Each part of his clothing melted off of him, revealing his slim body. He was hard and the tip was blushed, wet. Ready to take her.
The god climbed onto the bed on his knees, hovering above her. His large and thick cock pressed against her thigh but stayed far from her entrance. Instead, his thin fingers found her clit, squelching against her wetness.
"I bet you've dreamed of this," he kissed her, allowing her to taste the lingering flavor on her lips.
"Ah," she moaned.
"That's not a word, darling," his fingers shifted faster and harder against her clit. "Tell me,"
"Ah. Y-yes. I have," she admitted. Loki smirked, his fingers now gently danced over her clit.
"I'm going to fill you, be everything to you. I'm your only."
"My only?" (Y/n) whimpered, his fingers picked up the pace again. Her stomach knotted and coiled.
"Yes, I am going to keep you," he whispered into her ear.
She came again, on his fingers. With the wave of pleasure, Loki took the opportunity for mischief. His cock entered her as she spasmed from her orgasm.
(Y/n) moaned in surprise. "Loki!" she called.
Loki's hips slapped against her. His hips found their rhythm. Changing pace from slow to fast. Hard then soft. He was driving her insane. He filled her perfectly, not too large. Not too small. It was as if he was made to fill her.
His thumb pressed against the already abused clit.
The sex was new and everything she never received before. The third time cumming was arriving.
"I'm going to fill you," he moaned.
His went faster and faster. He pressed her thighs and hips up going deeper.
"Oh, fuck," he moaned, hot cum filled her pussy. He bottomed out inside her, holding her against him so she could hardly move. He breathed out. "I don't think I'm going to leave any time soon,"
Nebula had been the one to introduce you to him; you knew Asgardian’s weren’t exactly the space travelers your race was, but you were curious about the supposed thunder wielding alien Nebula had mentioned fighting along side.
He’s tall, his hair is blonde and he smiles like he’s known you for his whole life.
“Y/N, correct? Nebula mentioned you like to frequent this place; I hope I’m not catching you at a bad time...”
“Not at all. I’ve just returned from a job..”
“May I get you some food or drink if you partake?” You wonder what creatures he’s met to make hims ask if you want food or drink You don’t ask him, just nodding eagerly. Nebula smirks from the table she’s sitting at; Peter and Gamora are there as well; you know she won’t be bothering you when she can rile them up.
“Y/N I must confess I wasn’t entirely sure if this was a wise decision; trusting Nebula, but after meeting you, seeing how wonderful you are; well I don’t think she could steer me wrong; would you consider going on another date?”
“What’s a date?” He beams at you before explaining.
You tried desperately to push down the weight on your chest as you paced anxiously in the hall. Thor was freeing Loki, to help you save Jane and stop the Dark Elves. You had not seen Loki in what felt like forever. He had betrayed you all, and hurt you, left you behind with a love you now felt had been lost.
Fearing what you would feel when you set eyes on Loki, you focused on your anger at him. It would have to get you through. You needed it too.
As footsteps echoed closer and closer, you held your breath. And when Thor and Loki rounded the corner, you ignored the alarmed look on Loki's face as he saw you, causing him to hesitate in his steps.
Your eyes passed over him as you fell into step along side Thor, leaving a somewhat befuddled Loki watching you from behind. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" You asked loud enough for Loki to hear the doubt and disdain in your voice.
Loki winced slightly as you spoke with an unfamiliar anger in your voice, knowing full well that he had hurt you tremendously.
"I'm not. But its the only idea I have." Thor responded with a glance back at Loki. Thor remained silent, but was surprised at the emotion on Loki's face as he stared at the back of your head.
You thought the meeting of Jane and Loki went well, and by that, you mean you smiled when she slapped him. Something you wanted to do, but could not find the strength for.
When Jane and Thor walked ahead of you, leaving you following, Loki fell in line beside you. There was a moment of tense silence before he spoke softly, with a sparing glance at you. "It's good to see you Y/n."
You did not look at him, but you felt his gaze burning into the side of your face. "I'm sorry I can't return the sentiment." You said coldly as you stepped a bit faster, lengthening the distance between you.
Loki felt his heart pang with guilt and hurt as you pulled even further away from him. And he knew he had no one to blame but himself.
- - -
"This is a horrible plan." You muttered as you watched the Dark Elves ship get closer.
Loki was beside you, Thor preparing Jane for what was about to happen. "Thor is notorious for coming up with bad plans." Loki muttered.
For a moment you felt yourself almost smile, as a familiar nostalgia rushed over you as you stood side by side. His shoulder was brushing yours and you were torn between two emotions that had been growing since you reunited. Anger, willing you to push him away, and the growing desire to embrace him and love him again as you once had.
You spared a glance at him, and almost flinched in surprise when you found him gazing at you. You locked eyes, and you felt a swell of pain flow through you.
“Don’t look at me like that.” You said softly, your voice almost breaking.
He tilted his head ever-so-slightly as he held your gaze and spoke quietly. “Like what?”
A look of sadness and hurt crossed your face, and he felt his heart break as you spoke. “Like you still love me.”
He held your gaze in silent shock before you turned and walked away from him. "Y/n-" He tried to stop you, but you continued on. He followed you with his eyes for a moment before he hung his head.
The worst part of all the decisions he made, was knowing how it would effect you. He regretted it the whole time, knowing full well he must have broken your heart. And when you never came to visit him in his prison, he knew he had lost you.
But he could not push away the hope, that maybe he was wrong. Maybe you still loved him. If his love remained throughout everything that happened, surely there was a chance yours did to?
- - -
You fell onto the ground beside Jane after Loki threw you to the ground. Looking up at Loki with shock, his eyes locked onto yours as he began to be pulled away from you into the black hole. Panic crossed your face as you began to stand, wanting to reach out to him, to save him.
As Thor flew by, tacking him to the ground, saving him, you fell back onto the ground in relief as you watched them roll to a stop. When he and Thor rose, Loki locked eyes with you for a moment.
He saw it, and you felt it. The fear of losing one another again. But pushing it away, you rose and began running to Thor's aid, to stop the Dark Elves from leaving. Suddenly, dark elves were surrounding both you and Loki.
After successfully killing them, you both looked to see Thor losing the battle with the corrupted elf. You ran to his aid as he was being beaten into the ground.
Loki got to him first and you watched as he stabbed the elf through the chest. You stopped in your tracks, watching as the elf turned to Loki. You felt your chest seize as panic took over. Suddenly the elf grabbed Loki and pulled him closer, sending the weapon straight through him.
The air was filled with your's and Thor's pained yells. You felt as though you could not move, as he said something to the elf, before a black hole grenade went off, and he disappeared.
Fining your legs, though as shaky as they were, you ran to Loki's side, and reached him just as Thor did. You both pulled him up, as you rested his head on your lap.
"You fool, you didn't listen." Thor said, voice filled with pain.
"I know. I'm a fool, I'm a fool." Loki spoke, his voice failing as his skin began to pale.
You felt tears well in your eyes as you held his head.
"Stay with me okay."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Loki's eyes passed between you and Thor as you both shushed him.
"It's okay, It's alright." Thor muttered. "I'll tell father what you did here today."
Loki stayed silent as he stared at Thor, before speaking softly. "I didn't do it for him."
His eyes moved up, and landed on yours and he tried to smile, and you saw a tear slide from his eye. "I'm sorry I betrayed you. You did not deserve it. And I never deserved your love. But please know, I never stopped loving you, you know. Never."
You forced a smile, as a tear fell from your face, landing on his cheek, and sliding down. You brushed it away with your hand as you spoke breathlessly. "I know. But it would be easier if you did."
He let out a soft dry laugh. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, before bringing your mouth next to his ear. You whispered softly. "I never stopped loving you either."
Lifting back up, you met his eyes and he attempted a small smile again. His body seized slightly, as his skin grew darker, he let out a ragged breath, before closing his eyes.
"No." You whimpered out, and Thor took a deep breath before yelling out a tormented cry. You rested your head against Loki's, as Thor pressed his face into his chest.
You remained a few moments more, before you both looked at one another, knowing you had to leave him here for now. You needed to stop the Dark Elves, no matter what.
Thor stood silently as he walked away, stopping beside Jane, who rested her hand on his shoulder comfortingly.
Looking down at Loki once more, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, before rising with a shaky breath.
Though your heart was breaking for the loss of love you thought you pushed away, you had to continue on. The fight was not over, you needed to be strong. For him, for Thor, for yourself.
You would win this fight, and you would do so with the knowledge that you were wrong. Loki did not lie to you. He loved you then, and he loved you now. You would never be able to fix what was broken between the two of you, so for now, that had to be enough.
xx End xx
This did not come out as long as I had hoped, but I can do a part two maybe.
Loki doesn’t really know how to properly navigate a relationship with a mortal. So those first months are going to be rocky. Especially with communication and spending time together.
Dating Loki certainly wouldn’t be boring. It’d be impossible to tell what was going to happen next with him. Maybe he’s accompany you grocery shopping, maybe your house would be overrun by intergalactic beings that are trying to blackmail him. Who knows?
He’d come to love the differences between the two of you; your fragile mortality making you appreciate things more, and his ability to... well, do as he pleases with little regard for the consequences.. Those two things coming together would make an interesting combination.
Once the two of you got into somewhat of a groove, Loki would do pretty much anything for you. I mean, his self preservation would be hard to surpass, but he’d always want to make sure you were safe and happy.
NSFW
Loki is down to try anything. And I mean anything. Almost nothing is off limits. He’s a God, so he’s down to mix it up.If you find something he hasn’t heard of, he’ll be very excited to try it.
Degradation/praise kink. He loves to switch between teasing you and praising you in the bedroom. He’ll mock your mortality with small displays of his power and then call you a good girl when you do something he likes.
He’s definitely not opposed to using his powers to morph into others, if you want him to. If you like it, you’ll have to be the one to establish a code word so that he doesn’t just spring it on you.
Huge switch. He enjoys taking control, but also thinks it’s very sexy if you dominate him. Sometimes he’d be pliant, sometimes he’d be bratty. You never really know what you’re going to get with Loki.
as the title says, this is a soulmate story for Thor, where your first words to your soulmate manifest themselves as tattoos
One day, you’d learn not to visit New York. Your first time to the city, there ended up being an alien invasion and you’d been through months of therapy since. You get up the courage to visit the City again and now an extremist group was attempting to claim buildings and overtake the Avengers.
In the way of selfish human beings, the evacuation had been anything but calm and you’d been jostled and knocked aside, landing on your leg and hearing a faint crack. Between the panic and noise, no one noticed you still on the floor and eventually you were left alone. Of course.
You make it down two flights of stairs -why’d you need to go to this department so bad anyway?- before you can’t hold yourself up anymore. You situated yourself enough so that the pain in your leg was only a dull throb and kept trying to use your phone to reach an emergency line, to no avail. You’re not entirely sure how long you’d been laying there, alternately yelling for help and accepting your doom, when a not-so distant explosion rocks the building. Despite your attempt at calming yourself, you could feel true terror boiling up.
That feeling was only amplified when you hear a window in a level above shatter and a loud thud as something - or someone?- lands.Even higher beyond that, you hear more noise, more mechanical. You hear only one set of footsteps bounding down the stairs. You’re not sure what to expect - someone coming to kill you? A terrorist trying to escape? The man that emerges is not anything you’d expected. Thor, of the Avengers, his face slightly pulling in concern.
“You are not meant to be here.” He says. As if you’d decided to just hang out.
“Tell me something I don’t know.” You hiss back at him, flinching as another explosion shakes the building. Any other time you’d be intimidated by the large, handsome man but right now was certainly not the time for you to be fussed at.You could hear fighting above. A slow, wide grin appears on his face.
“I believe I may be your soulmate.” Thor says. You glance at him again, mouth half open to snap at him again, brain slowly processing his former words. He approaches you slowly, giving you a once-over. “You’re injured?”
“Y-yeah, my leg.” You answer, still bewildered. “How did you even know I was down here?”
“Friday said there was another heat signature down here, we wanted to make certain all civilians were safe.” Thor answers, kneeling down and testing your hurt leg. You make a slight choking noise when he brushes against your knee and Thor frowns. “Were you left here?”
“Ah, well, there was a stampede basically and I can’t really get down the stairs.” You reply. Thor’s face is a flurry of anger and calculation, before he reaches up, activating his earpiece.
“Yes, I found them. No, just one, they’re-” Thor pauses, glancing at you and a grin breaking out across his face. “They’re my heart’s chosen.” You can almost hear the response from your position on the floor, your face aflame even as Thor winces at the noise in his ear.
He says something else into the earpiece but you don't catch it over the sound of rumbling and fighting from above. Thor catches your scared expression and kneels back to your side.
“Would you permit me to pick you up, my lamb?” He asks and you manage to nod before he sweeps you up, holding you effortlessly against him. Even with the careful way he’s holding you, your leg pulses in pain and you find the breath knocked out of you. You wince, flinching into his chest and Thor frowns, making sure to hold you as if you were porcelain.
Flying through the air would probably have been more exhilarating if you hadn’t been injured and fearful for your life, during a bad guy invasion.
“Here.” Thor says as he lands. You manage to pry your eyes open and are astonished to find yourself on the ledge of the Avengers Tower. “Friday has alerted a physician to your injuries, they’re waiting to look at you.”
“Is it even safe here?” You ask. Thor carries you through the door where, indeed, a young professional-looking woman is waiting. He gives you a considering glance as he sets you down on the couch, the woman immediately stepping up to take a look at you.
“There is nowhere safer, I can assure you.” Thor pauses, then grins. “Well, besides next to me, my lamb, but it seems I'm required to save New York once again.”
