In Search Of A Glorious Purpose

Incessant rambler and avid fanfic reader. I post my fanfic on my sideblog @domesticloki

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This is late night me, logging off, leaving you with a shower thought. Somewhere, out there, is a set assistant, who showered Tom Hiddleston in his clothes to make this shot happen.

Someone out there can - without lying - have the words

JOB DESCRIPTION: MAKING TOM HIDDLESTON WET

on their resumé.

Sorry and good night

[demilypyro]

I should use Dutch phrases in my English more often, why am I localizing when there’s a perfectly good untranslatable word I could confuse you all with instead

[demilypyro]

Word of the daaaay. Mierenneuker. “Me-ren-nuh-kur”.

Literally: person who has sex with ants.

Meaning: one who makes a big deal out of small differences or mistakes that are not a big deal, specifically in a way that annoys others.

[the-timewatcher]

we need this to get localized

antfucker is a perfect way to call someone like that

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

English-speaking world: He’s making a mountain out of a molehill

The Dutch: He’s having sex with ants.

[home-and-having-tea]

Australian: Must be the same guy here to fuck spiders

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In Finnish the same thing is ”pilkunnussija” which translates to ”the one who fucks the point/comma”.

Pointfucker falls short of antfucker though. You win this round, Dutch!

[domesticloki]

DomesticLoki Masterlist

This sideblog is dedicated to short stories of Loki x fem!reader. I try to write as inclusively as possible, with little to no description on reader. I welcome any comments regarding this, as I do wish to improve! 

And always always send me your requests and your comments, I love to hear it and I love your input!

I write out of order, but try to order them chronologically in this masterlist. 

After the fall of the TVA a Variant of Loki managed to survive Thanos’ attack on the Statesman. After the events of Infinity War, he met you, and finally got his happily ever after. These are the stories of that ever after.

Domestic Loki:

These are short stories from your and Loki’s suburban life.

Flufftober day 1: Wearing each other’s clothes  *new* *fluff*

Flufftober day 2: “You’ve told your brother?” *new* *fluff*

A manic Monday morning *fluff*

Afternoon delight *smut*

Thirsty Thursday *smut*

Finally Friday part one *fluff*

Finally Friday part two *smut*

Memories:

These are memories of your loves first steps, back when it was just you and Loki.

A memory: How it all began *fluff*

A memory: Your first time with Loki part one *smut*

A memory: Your first time with Loki part two *smut*

A memory: A confession one Sunday morning  *smut*

A memory: The story behind the green dress part one of three  *smuff*

A memory: The story behind the green dress part two of three *new* *smut*

A memory: The story behind the green dress part three of three *new* *smut*

Flufftober day 5: “Oh no, you’re a Morning person?” *new* *fluff*

A memory: Screentime *new* *smut*

Entering Parenthood

These are the memories from after your first son was born.

Flufftober day 3: Thick as thieves *new* *fluff*

Late night shorts:

This is madness.

What was that? *smut*

Flufftober 4: Supporting silly hobbies *fluff*

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Be kind, rewind. I write to be read, I adore you when you like, I live for your comments and rebloggers - you get my eternal love. <3

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Reblogging my masterlist with all the recent updates. I have a bit of a hectic week so I haven’t been able to post yet, but the weekend is writing time again, so updates to flufftober and domestic Loki next week! 😘

[lokisgoodgirl]

I have an ask. Well, a request. Nay, a NEED. I simply need you to write a one-shot, because no one writes siblings like you write Thor and Loki. Your Thor/Loki sibling energy is off the charts. Just marvelous epic unequivocal hilarity.

Imagine Thor and Loki...

Comparing notes.

Vanilla AF Thor, who imagines he has a satisfactory love life tries to tell Loki about a new thing that blew his mind. Loki's reply is...

"Let me just get that, brother, before you injure yourself."

Or something to the effect. 🤣

Please 🙈🙉🙊

I may not do "requests" but the bones of this idea has been rattling in my head so I shall comply🤭

BTW I'm totally delighted the last couple of Clandestine F*cks have provided some Loki/Thor sibling mirth. They're my fave 'couple' to write 😆

If you would like to read more Loki /Thor based ridiculousness - these fics/drabbles will provide ❤️

As always thanks for being awesome!

Fics

Pranking the Odinsons

Competitive Advantage (Two Parter)

Drabbles

Sensitive Soul (they can't make fckin tea between them)

Loki's Bachelor Party

An Odinson Halloween

Because I know you like him 💀@xorpsbane @wheredafandomat @mochie85 @muddyorbs @holymultiplefandomsbatman @holdmytesseract @lokikissesmyforehead @tbhiddlestan83 @gigglingtigger

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Oh goody 🤗 i know it’s going to be amazing ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ and thank you for linking all your sibling Thor/Loki! Ah! So good!

[muddyorbsblr]

So… @mochie85 and I were working on something and I needed to download FaceApp for one of the elements of said something and ended up making a bunch of photos of Tom into Loki

And honestly y’all should’ve expected that it would lead to this

I have no regrets and also I have no sanity left ✌️😮‍💨

@lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @fictive-sl0th @xorpsbane @wheredafandomat @gigglingtigger @thedistractedagglomeration @holymultiplefandomsbatman @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @vbecker10 @michelleleewise @mischief2sarawr

[lokisgoodgirl]

💀

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Now. When I first saw this photoshoot, I thought ”cool, but a bit too graphic”

Take away Tom, insert Loki aaaaand

I’ll be slowly dying here in my bed if anybody asks kkthxbye

[lokisgoodgirl]

The Clandestine Council: Clandestine F*cks [Avenger! Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection [Link] A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (19) Loki calls an emergency meeting with you, Wanda & Thor in a place that holds a special (hot) memory. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Language. Smut. Megan. (w/c 3.2k)

You could smell the kit room before you saw it. A tang of leather armour and old sweat hung thick in the adjacent corridor, buried deep in the maze of Stark Tower. There were no fancy gadgets in the kit room. A glorified closet where dirty combat suits were flung after missions, discarded belts, boots, socks and cuffs littering the floor beneath the wooden benches that surrounded the walls.

It was also where Loki had rocked your world for the very first time. A dozen or more cloaks and tunics hung haphazardly inside the door, a testament that ‘I’ll get that later’ extended to superheroes too. Wanda had one folded over her arm as she looked up, watching as you crept in and shut the door. Three pairs of eyes rested on you as an awkward silence hung in the air, each attendee of the impromptu council waiting for another to speak first.

Wanda cleared her throat. “So, you guys are fucking, and no one can know” she said pointedly, clearly wishing she was still in bed. Loki’s brow furrowed, raising a finger. “Actually-” “Sorry-” Wanda continued, scrunching up her face sarcastically, “you guys are in lurve, and no one can know.” Loki huffed. Your stomach twisted as you anticipated the coming storm. Thor was shuffling on his feet, still trying to wrap his head around the complexities, while Wanda’s mission-bruised face angled towards your lover. His eyes were burning. “This isn’t new information, Laufeyson. Y/N told me weeks ago.” she drawled, rolling her eyes towards you. “I just don’t see what all the cloak and dagger of this..’council’ is about.”

“I didn’t tell her…” you muttered, gaze flickering to Loki. Wanda rolled her eyes again. “Oh yes, that’s right Laufeyson. Apologies. I saw you balls deep in my best friend backstage at the Expo. How could I forget.” Thor’s eyes widened, spinning a half circle towards his brother. “Balls-what?!”

Loki shook his head. “There has been a change to the nature of our need for secrecy since your departure to Sokovia, Maximoff. Rogers informed me of a clause added to the by-laws which state that new additions to our little team cannot have intimate relations with another for one year." He paused, as Wanda looked at him incredulously. Thor rubbed his eyes as Loki sighed, continuing. "Discovery now means I void my conditions here and will be imprisoned in Asgard for all eternity.” A moment of silence coated his closing words before Wanda whooped with laughter, covering her mouth too late to conceal the raucous sound. “I don’t think it’s that funny, actually.” Loki hissed, as Thor nodded. “Indeed, this is most serious, Lady Maximoff. We must be vigilant on their behalf.” Wanda’s choked laughter ebbed as your lips twitched. Her amusement was infectious. “I’m sorry- I’m sorry but...it is kind of ridiculous.” She wiped a tear of mirth from her eye as Loki frowned, pursing his lips. Wanda sighed, regaining her composure and turning to Thor. “So how did you find out?” The god’s gaze fell to the floor, kicking a discarded sock to the side. “I found a haphazardly discarded note, and that is all I wish to say.”

“Um, no…” Wanda drawled, wide eyes casting between you and Loki as she sidled closer to Thor. “Tell me. We’re all in this together, right? Y/N didn’t have time to tell me the gory details of this whole situation before they sent me off at a minute’s notice so puh-lease tell me. I am starved. It’s payment for my silence.” A pink blush was rising in Thor’s cheeks as he recalled the contents of the note, desperate not to meet his brother’s eyes. “There was talk of...commanding. Submission, you know...that sort of thing.” Wanda wriggled her eyebrows towards you. She raised them higher as she saw a subtle nod of your head towards Loki, still glaring at his brother.

Wanda's eyes lit up. “Really?” she murmured, clearly impressed. “Loki...Laufeyson.” “What?” he snapped, his eyes still burning into his brother’s reddened cheeks. Wanda shrugged, sitting down on the bench behind her and neatly folding the cloak on her lap.

“Oh, nothing. I just didn’t have you down as the submissive type, that’s all.” She smirked, enjoying the warning look on your face as Loki’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. “I can assure you, Maximoff” he began smugly, making you cringe, “that there is barely an element of your daily life in the past five months that has not been touched by our insatiable, primal lust for one another.” Thor grimaced, wrinkling his nose. Loki paced towards Wanda across the tiny room as she regarded him with innocent expectation, playing him like a fiddle. “...the safe house while you slept, the conference room, the diner while you stuffed your mouth with inferior sausage, the underground car park, the hood of Roger’s car..even against the windows of Stark’s precious panorama. I have brought your friend to rampant ecstasy that you can only fantasise of in each and every one. Multiple times. So do not presume that-” You had begun tugging Loki’s shirt halfway through his impassioned monologue, a sharp final yank signalling him to shut the fuck up. “I take it back. You’re the king, clearly.” Wanda hummed, smoothing the cape in her lap.

“I am a king...” Loki huffed, straightening his tie. Thor cleared his throat. “If we have concluded talking about my brother’s magic phallus…?” he grunted, a thin sheen of sweat forming on his brow.

Loki snorted derisively. “No magic, dear brother. Only expertise.” “Enough!” you hissed, running your eyes around the three members of your council. “Here’s the situation. We have just under five months until this rule becomes irrelevant. Until then, Loki and I will be cautious…” Thor and Wanda looked knowingly at each other. You rolled your eyes. “OK more cautious. We would appreciate if you could support us in that. So, no jokes in public, no comments. No slips in drunken conversations with Natasha…” you said, staring at Wanda as she feigned shock. There was a pause as you slipped your hand into Loki’s.

It felt divine, sharing your affection. A warm blanket wrapped around your heart against the cold winds of secrecy. “And...if it makes a difference. You two were the ones we would have told first, before Rogers...well, you know. We just wanted you to know that before-”

Knock Knock Loki snatched his hand from yours, all four bodies spinning towards the door of the kit room which had begun edging slowly open. Thor’s bulging arm flew to rest on the wall, a picture of forced causality as Megan from Operations popped her head through the gap. “Oh heyyy” she whined suspiciously, “I didn’t know you guys were all here.” Your stomach twisted.

“Lokes, can I speak to you for a mo? It’s important.” She winked, before disappearing from view. “Did I miss something?” Wanda murmured, as Thor shrugged. Your eyes met Loki’s; the silent conversation clear as he nodded softly. “I’ll be right back.” he said.

You watched him leave with a gnawing in your belly, the soft click of the re-enforced door vibrating in your eardrums. Wanda rubbed your arm. She didn’t know the context, but she could feel your anxiety. She looked around the room, new curiosity in her eyes. “Why did Loki want us to meet here? Surely there’s somewhere else...it’s not really his scene.” You looked away from the unforgivingly quiet doorway, silently thanking your best friend for the distraction. “He probably thinks it’s funny. This is where we first...you know..” She nodded with a wink, as Thor’s brow creased. “...Yes? Pray, continue.” he intonated, folding his arms. “Fucked.” Wanda turned to Thor in disbelief, “Jeesh, you really are stupid.” she grumbled. You listened to them bicker as your mind wandered to the first time. The first clandestine fuck of many that would come to rule your every waking moment. Between sarcastic barbs and thinly veiled innuendos, your acquaintance with Loki had grown slowly after his arrival. He was cold, distant...and yet intoxicatingly alluring in his disdain. You found yourself dropping your gloves an awful lot in this kit room after field training, enjoying the visceral feeling of his roaming gaze across your curves as you bent over. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed, Agent…” he had purred as you had unfurled to your full height clutching your wayward glove, “...the way you display yourself for me.” The memory made you shiver. His leather trousers hanging loose around his hips, the ties undone. The lines of his bare, muscled abdomen clenching as he kicked off his heavy boots.

The way his sultry voice had penetrated your core deeper than any lacklustre cock ever had. It had been layered with something new, a tinge of vulnerability that betrayed pure need beneath the haughty words. “Whatever do you mean?” you had said coyly, unbuckling the holster from your thigh as he closed the space between you.

He had stood close to you. Far too close to make denial anything less than awkward. He had known the possibilities of that were nil. You could smell the heat from his skin, the thin lace of cologne gripping the damp hair that hung loose around his cheekbones. His lips had pursed, gaze lowered as your fingers pulled the zip of your combat suit slowly down, revealing the curve of your cleavage. You remembered how he had groaned quietly at the sight, knowing that the thought of this exact scenario had crossed his mind many times with his large palm gripping his leaking cock in the confines of his rooms.

How many times had he cum over the thought of you wrapped around his length? Moaning his name as he pleasured you? The thought had made you dizzy. “I can think of many games we can play together, Agent” he had murmured, his fingers clasping over yours to hasten the descent of your zip, “but this impetuous denial is not one of them.” His lips had crashed to yours, pushing you back against the wall of coats in a mess of tongue and teeth. Unspent passions had overflowed into the air, low grunts and desperate moans mixing between you as the arms of your suit were deftly peeled away. Breathlessly you had pulled apart, stripping yourselves of the lower portions of your inconvenient clothing. You would never forget the awe that rose in your belly seeing Loki’s naked body in all its glory for the first time. The way he stood so confidently in the middle of the tiny, filthy room. His enormous cock as hard as the muscles that rippled across that taunt frame from his ankles to his jaw. He had kicked his trousers aside, those intense eyes blown wide with lust tracing over your body, memorising every inch as he licked his lips. “Agent, you are simply…” he had started, opting instead to take several steps towards you and grasp your ass firmly, pulling your pelvis tight against his hips. There had been no foreplay. Unless you counted the six weeks of teasing every damn day as you scoped each other from afar. Every stolen touch a teasing promise. Loki slammed into you, burying himself to the hilt inside your soaking pussy as you gasped. He was huge. “F-fuck me, Loki” you had stuttered, as he began to do exactly that. The two of you were merciless, your nails scratching down his back as he had growled his approval; powering his cock deeper inside you with every otherworldly thrust. For a moment, you thought it would split you in two. Searing pleasure soared upwards to the tips of your fingers as he forced your hands above your head. He held your wrists with one immovable fist, the other sliding to wrap one of your thighs against his waist. “Is this what you wanted Agent?” he moaned wantonly in your ear as he thrust into you, steadying himself against the coat-hooks as growls of pleasure rumbled in his throat. “More” you gasped, arching your back.

The thick softness of a fine cloak fluttered against your ass as Loki of Asgard fucked you against the mess of tangled kit straggled across the wall. He chuckled. “More, Agent? Greedy girl.” In the blink of an eye, he spun you to face the adjacent wall. Dozens of boots hung carelessly on a rack built against the brick. You fell forward, knocking several to the floor as you gripped the wooden hooks they exposed. “Fuckkk” you had groaned, eloquence leaving you as your teammate’s cock rammed into you from behind. It was even deeper from this angle, his hand pressing on your lower back as he bottomed out with a guttural groan. “Gods, darling…” he moaned, “y-you feel incredible, I-godss...”

You remembered how pride swelled at his pleasure, the needy satisfaction of knowing how he craved your mortal body. The walls of your pussy clenched, making Loki’s knees buckle. He fell forward, the taunt skin of his stomach smacking against your back. Gripping your hands holding on to the boot hooks, Loki rutted into you again and again as he panted like an animal. A primal carnival of pure lust as he took his fill above your rising moans of pleasure. “Give it to me, Laufeyson..I want your h-hot cum dripping down my l-legs” you whimpered, as another set of combat boots were shaken to the floor. A low growl came from behind you, somewhere between a snort and a chuckle as Loki rose up, his hands cupping your hipbones.

He pulled you flush against him with a jolt, making your eyes roll back. “Ladies first, darling” he muttered, rolling his hips, making you whine with need at the new sensation. You had never felt anything like it. The ridges of his length massaged you in places you didn’t know existed, pockets of pleasure lighting up like fireflies, thundering through your veins. “Loki...Lokiii...I’m gonna…” you whispered breathlessly while his fingers tightened their grip against your skin. “Yield to me, Agent…” he had murmured knowingly, growling as the walls of your cunt began to ripple mercilessly around his thick cock. Wanda's fingers snapping in front of your eyes broke you from your nostalgic trance.

Your touch had been tracing the nubs of the wooden boot rack, the memories as clear as spring water.

“Earth to Y/N” Wanda said sharply, as you got your bearings. “Sorry…” you muttered, casting your eyes towards the closed door. – Loki stood with his arms folded in the dim corridor. The bowels of Stark Tower that didn’t feature on the editorial of glossy magazines left a lot to be desired in terms of interior design. He could feel Megan’s eyes crawling over his biceps as he cleared his throat. “So, how may I be of assistance?” Megan slid towards him seductively, trailing her fingers across the wall behind her. “I think you know how you can assist me, Lokes…” she whispered, biting her lip. He rolled his eyes. “If that will be all, I really don’t have time for this-” Loki turned, before feeling the unexpectedly strong grip of Megan’s hand on his forearm. A desperate woman is not to be underestimated, Loki noted, as his eyes narrowed towards her. “I stopped by your rooms a few weeks ago to bring you a little gift. Me.” she giggled coquettishly, making Loki wince. “But what I heard...Loki-baby...it seems you’re very in demand.” Loki’s lip twitched at the memory of your hysterical lust while Megan hovered behind the door to his rooms. He restrained the smile, stoically waiting for her to continue making her flaccid point. “I have no issue with you seeing other women, if that’s what you’re worried about…” Megan murmured, running a finger down his chest as Loki stiffened. “A man with legendary appetites like you...it’s to be expected.” She pulled his tie, yanking him down so his ear was level with her lips. Her cheap perfume stung his nostrils, the jangle of her bangles making him shudder.

“All I ask is I have a slice of what you’re giving out. If I’m honest, the thought of sharing you turns me on...a lot.” Loki came to his senses, straightening as she released her grip. “Think about it.” she winked, he hand edging towards his crotch. “And Loki-baby…” she cooed, “I’ll make you forget that slut’s name in a second once you have a taste of what I can do...” He saw red, ingrained manners gone; pushing her against the wall as she cried out in surprise. The momentary fear in her eyes dissolved to rampant lust as he released heavy breaths above her, restraining himself from bashing her head against the paint. “Loki...save it for the bedroom, baby” she whined, her attempt at a smoulder hissing like damp ash. He growled, gripping the rough chiffon of her blouse into a fist. “How dare you presume that I could feel anything for the likes of you.” he sneered, nostrils flaring as her eyelids batted innocently. “I will say this only once. She is no slut. She is-” He caught himself, the words choking as he looked down at Megan’s overinflated lips stretching in a smirk. She giggled, sliding her hand over his fist gripped tightly to her blouse. “Playing hard to get, Loki...I like it. I like a challenge.” Loki let go with a growl, running his hands through his hair as he spun on his heels in frustration. Damn that Rogers. He turned towards her, finger raised to put her to rights once and for all. Megan caught it between her thumb and forefinger, leaning forward before he knew it and sucking the tip between her bulbous lips. “Enough.” he hissed, swiping his hand away, the venom in his tone poisoning the air. Megan straightened her blouse, a satisfied smile descending on her features. “You’re right, we wouldn’t want to get caught with your friends right next door, would be?” she murmured, licking her lips. Loki strode down the hallway towards the kit room, fury bubbling in his veins as he heard Megan’s shrill voice following him like noxious gas.

“We’ll loop back to this, Laufeyson” she called coyly, a faint air of professionalism returning. “We will not.” Loki hissed, not deigning her with a backwards glance. – You heard his heavy footsteps approaching, the gait betraying that something had happened. But of course it had. It was Megan. Loki slipped inside the door. “I think we should leave now.” he muttered, raising his eyebrows towards you. Thor huffed as he shuffled on his feet. “Shall we not even learn the clandestine nature of the lady’s urgent matter, brother?” Loki clenched his jaw, his stare flickering between the sets of eyes fixed upon him.

“Mischief.” he said grimly, making Thor chuckle. Wanda noted the colour leaving your face with a twitch of her brow, her suspicions proving more correct with every passing second.

The blonde god meandered around the wall of the small room, brushing his thick hand across the line of combat holsters hanging from ageing hooks. He saw a flash of red concealed under one of Barton’s muddy tunics, draped across the edge of the frame. “Y/N mentioned that this was the site of your inaugural lovemaking, brother” he chuckled, swiping the forgotten red cloak and inspecting it, pleased with his find. “Indeed.” Loki grumbled, casting his eyes again to the doorway.

Thor’s eyes widened, seeing a whole stash of his cloaks revealed by the discovery of the first; a veritable buffet of Asgardian finery buried beneath the mess. “I was wondering where these had disappeared to...I thought you had stolen them, actually.” There was a pause before Thor’s turned to you and Loki, a warning flashing in his stare.

“Your amorous activities…not on my cloaks brother, surely?” You felt your cheeks heat, as Wanda began to usher Thor towards the door; a bundle of red fabric balled haphazardly in his bulging arms. “Especially on your cloaks, brother.” Loki said, his lips curling in a satisfied smirk. - Tags

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[muddyorbsblr]

MF'ING MEGAN really gotta be out here ruining an otherwise amazing consecutive moments of pure comedic gold

fine then…guess i gotta start digging a hole w/ her name on it

is it bad that i really want Loki to go not just god mode but full on raging frost giant mode on dis bitch? like you not only can't take a hint, but you also call the person he's in love with a slut? and then you have the full audacity to not be afraid when his rage is showing and just say "save it for the bedroom"??

I'm gonna use the same words I used for Astrid right now: She truly was persistent, wasn't she? I'mma just dig both their holes right now real quick…

In other news

Thor and Wanda bickering like siblings is giving me life. The flashback to the first Clandestine F*ck? ICONIC. That last line that for sure means that Thor's gonna need a vat of bleach to just wash the memories out of his cloaks? Legendary.

[lokisgoodgirl]

Yaaaaas 🤗🤣🤣 you got it spot on. Although never fear...Megan's getting what's coming to her soon. Maybe not full on death but she might wish she was.

I love that you love Thor and Wanda, I've been completely self indulgent and just written in my fave characters to direct because WHY NOT that's what I say. I do enjoy their weird sibling chemistry 🤣

(also this is how I imagine Lokes walking back into the kit room like JFC I gotta get outta here 🤣)

[muddyorbsblr]

The mention of the flashback smut was in between sibling vibes and Thor needing bleach 🤣🤣🤣 Just kinda snuck it in there.

And holy hell that gif has a very specific kind of chokehold on me like Sir I do not know what I did but I could either apologize or be a brat about it, whichever one you want 😳✌️

[lokisgoodgirl]

I actually saw that on reflection and edited my original post 🤣🤣you were too quick!! I missed it between the rampant and (well deserved) visceral Megan induced rage 🤣

The original Clandestine F*ck was indeed a special kind of animalistic and I'm not mad about it. I'm glad it came up organically, because I always wondered how it would go 🤔🤭

[muddyorbsblr]

I gotta be honest, I see the name “Megan” and I fucken FLOOR IT. 🤣🤣🤣 The same is about to become the case with the name Astrid which devastates me because of the show Fringe but it is what it is 🥲

live footage of Megan’s future residence if she doesn’t stop this relentless pursuit of our precious bb:

[gigglingtigger-deactivated20230]

Oh sweet innocent Thor. Of course it was on his cloaks. Loki would peg you with Mojlnir's handle if only he lift it.

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OH you bet your ass he would. Poor Mjölnir!

[ok-dingo]

dear science fiction tv show writers: this will never exist. no one will ever want this. never in a million years will anyone want to see their own fingers while watching a video on their phone, or let everyone in front of them see what's on their screen. nobody will ever want to spend 20 minutes looking for their phone because the goddamn thing has active camo

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they would want it if it had an apple logo on it and it was called the iShatter and it had 0 ports and a 4 hour battery life

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4 hours is very generous though.

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“No need.”

The way I laughed felt very misplaced. But then again, that’s Daemon for you!

I don’t think the show runners really knew where they wanted to bring Daemon, but Matt Smith certainly didn’t let that stop him from slaying. 

Pun accidentally intended.

[lokisgoodgirl]

Safe House :Clandestine F*cks [Avenger!Loki x Female Reader] 18+

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection [link] A Link to my Masterlist is HERE

Relationship: Avenger! Loki x Female Reader Summary: (1) On the final night of a mission, you desperately need the attention of your secret lover. (w/c 2.2k)

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut heavy. Oral sex (F receiving). Face Sitting. Secret relationship. Language.

Your hand felt gingerly across the wall as you navigated through the darkness. The now-familiar corridor of the mission safe house eerily foreboding as adrenaline surged beneath your skin.

You passed the occupied bedrooms where your teammates slept, the sound of your bare footsteps magnified on creaking floorboards. You winced, cursing them silently.

The doorknob you sought turned easily underneath your touch, letting you slide inside undetected. You thought he might have been awake, but the motionless outline underneath the sheets of the bed told you otherwise.

Picking your way across the floor on tiptoe, the traitorous squeak of farmhouse wood documented your route as you reached to grasp the edge of the duvet. You slipped inside the sheets, running an eager hand over the naked skin of the man who lay on his stomach; his face turned away.

A silhouette of dark curls was outlined against his pillow falling across wide shoulders in a cascade of temptation. You had been plotting the arrival of this moment all week. The completion of a successful mission, an opportune moment and the clandestine secrecy of darkness.

A muffled groan hummed in the air as he stirred beneath your touch, the light scratch of your nails against his skin calling him from his slumber.

“You’re not supposed to be here...” he muttered groggily, as he turned on to his back to face you, propped up on his elbows.

Tousled hair hung freely around his jaw, faint slivers of moonlight dancing across the lines of his cheekbones through a small gap in the curtain. Despite his chastising tone, the low embers of his voice vibrated with intrigue; a glint of mischief in his eyes still visible in the heavy gloom.

Before he could say another word, you were on top of him. Your thighs encased his own, straddling his hips on the unfamiliar bed beneath you. “Well, well…” he murmured, lying back on the pillow “it seems you find it extremely difficult to stay away from me. Not even a full week...” he tutted.

You slid your palms wantonly up his torso, the beauty of his smooth skin mellowing the brute force of power that lay beneath. You remembered the enemies that had fallen to his strength this afternoon, the culmination of five days of intense operations. Magic had rolled from the god like a tsunami, relentlessly crushing the mutant hoard by the dozen as the rest of the team merely picked them off one by one. The memory made your stomach clench with need as he lay beneath you, his muscled legs widening as he raised his knees to rest against your ass.

Loki’s wandering hands ghosted up your thighs, meeting the creases of your hips as you leant down to meet him in a ravenous kiss. Your tongue slid firmly into his mouth, softly caressing the wetness of his own as he let out a low moan. His sweet breath invaded your senses. The scent of him so close after being denied his touch almost too much to bear. You felt your hips thrust against the sheets covering his lower body, your instincts begging you to give in to their primal desires.

“We shouldn’t…” he murmured unconvincingly as you began sucking deep kisses into his neck, down towards his shoulder. “They’ll hear us.”

You ignored him, biting gently above his collarbone. The darkness hid a smile forming on your lips as he moaned again beneath your seductions.

“Y/N.” he warned, as you began to rub your pussy purposefully back and forth against his crotch; swelling with pride as you felt his cock harden against your aching core.

“They won’t hear us” you whispered against his cheek, feeling his grip tighten on your thighs. “I’ll be quiet, I promise…”

Loki thrust upwards slowly, pressing the mid-point of his solid girth firmly against your swollen clit. The bedsheet between your bodies was absorbing wetness from between your thighs under the pressure. You were soaking.

“Darling, if you could be quiet I’d have had you every night this week, believe me.” Loki said slowly, his deep voice vibrating the air. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your behind, willing you to bend to him again.

Your lips met in the darkness, the neediness of your breathy kisses growing with every moment. Loki slid his raised knees closer to his body, inching you up his torso with the backs of his thighs until your core grazed his bellybutton through the cotton sheets.

“But let’s see, shall we? A little test.” he purred, the challenge falling from his lips releasing a sharp ripple deep in your channel. “Although I suspect by the time we are finished, our secret will not be such a secret, pet...”

You rolled your eyes as he pulled your hips further towards him; rougher this time. “I saw that, darling” he muttered coyly, “now bring that delicious pussy up here, I’ve missed her desperately.”

Your stomach fluttered, the fruition of your plans tantalisingly close as you considered the logistics of his request. “Who’s next door?” you questioned quietly, ascending his torso on your knees.

“My brother..” Loki murmured absent-mindedly as he slid his hands to grip your hips above him, “now sit down like a good girl, and try to restrain yourself...”

Your fingers gripped around the aged wood of the headboard as you manoeuvred over the god’s beautiful face. It seemed a shame not to be able to see him wholly in the darkness, the way his brow furrowed in intense concentration as he brought you to climax under his attentions; but then – these were desperate times. You needed him, and he knew it.

It hadn’t been long since the relentless flirting and thinly laced innuendos between you and he had spilled over to the best sex you had ever had in your life. Possibly the best sex anyone had ever had. You couldn’t compute there being another level to what was possible from Loki Laufeyson, the thought made you shudder. You had thought it would be easy to maintain the ruse of ambivalent cordiality between you this week in close quarters with the rest of the mission team. But you were wrong.

He had taunted you relentlessly; intentionally or not, as you fought to remain an air of neutrality. The tight t-shirts he’d taken to wearing edged above his hips as he yawned animatedly on entry to the kitchen each morning as breakfast sizzled. The way he brazenly dropped his armour in front of you in the tiny kit room as the others suited up; bending over purposefully to retrieve it. Everything he said sounded like it was designed to make you squirm with desire. You needed him tonight. Now. Like a fix.

With a staggered breath of anticipation you lowered your hips to meet his open mouth; a dark moan of approval humming beneath you like a luxury engine as his skin met yours. God, he was heaven.

His tongue slid gently between your folds, already plumped by flushed, hot blood. It was gentle. Soft. He knew you would be sensitive after a week without his attention.

The tip traced gently around your entrance, lavishing every crevice with its blessing. You sighed against the width of warmth that slid up your centre, his flattened tongue pressing smoothly upwards to rest on your swollen clit.

“Lokiiii” you sighed, as he sucked you gently.

His arms looped underneath your spread thighs, his hands spreading slowly over the tops to steady you. Strong fingertips melded keenly to your flesh, gripping your curves as he pushed you further down to his waiting tongue. Your grip tightened on the wooden headboard, nails digging into the ageing varnish as your lips pressed together to silence a cry.

He vibrated with a chuckle beneath you, enjoying the trap of your own making. A shudder of pleasure rolled low in your belly as Loki licked a thick stripe up the centre of your cunt, returning back eagerly to pull your wet lips into his mouth. “Ahhh, Loki” you moaned quietly, the groan that followed resonating in your sinuses as you stifled your delirium against his work.

Slowly, you began to gyrate your hips against his face; following the instruction of his hands on your ass as he pleasured you religiously. From his open mouth you could hear breathy pants of arousal, every lap of his wet muscle mixing with audible appreciation. He moaned gently as he claimed the nectar given so freely by your body, his hips making soft thrusts behind you in time with his jaw.

Loki slipped his tongue inside your pussy, firing with the first ripples of orgasmic plateau; “Fuuuuck-yesss” you hissed, catching yourself before you screamed it. His nose pressed against your mound as he consumed you leisurely, flickers of moonlight illuminating the lustful concentration on his brow.

Black waves tumbled over the pillow beneath him, his biceps flexing against their tight grip winding against your open thighs and forcing you down upon him. He was relentless. Loki swirled his tongue across your folds, dipping against each centre of pleasure he knew so well in perfect rhythm as he rocked you towards climax at a torturously slow pace.

You were glad it was dark. Expressions twisted your face between awe and excruciation as you fought to hold back the thunders of pleasure building in your throat. Sweat building on your palms made the headboard slide beneath your grip; hands finding the wall above as you grasped for purchase against the coming tide. Low, harsh grunts escaped your lips as Loki’s tongue slipped inside you again. He drew it back out only to press the whole width devastatingly against your fizzing bundle of nerves, enjoying your extended undoing.

You had been on the plateau of orgasm for minutes, teetering addictively between realms. He knew. He always knew. He was biding his time until you couldn’t hold on any more. Until the loud moan of his name building like gunpowder deep in your throat was unstoppably lit. Did he want them all to hear? Or, at the very least, his brother sleeping on the other side of this wall.

“Loki I’m gon-gonna”

He squeezed your thighs knowingly, his eyes fluttering open; crinkling in amusement as you looked down at him desperately. The feeling of his forearms pressed against the backs of your thighs, pulling you deeper into his hungry mouth, was going to make you tip over the edge. You weren’t ready.

You pawed at the wall, trying to focus on any identifying feature on the blank canvas which could distract you while you tried not to tumble into insanity. God how you needed to scream.

With a slip of his palms, Loki raised your hips; scooting himself forward and delving deep into your core with one heavy, mercilessly flattened lick that enveloped you.

You melted against the headboard. The soaring crescendo in your belly howling for freedom as you came deeply into his waiting mouth.

The god's arms encased your thighs, trapping you to him. He owned your pleasure as your hips shuddered above him; seeing stars. Flecks of light crowded your vision as your brow twisted, lips parted in a mercifully silent cry. He drank it in greedily, lapping carefully at your soaking pussy coating him after six nights of absence from his prowess.

Your forearms braced against the wall as the final throes of your release faded. The feeling of gentle laps massaging the edges of your slit fastidiously a reminder of your lover savouring every drop you had to give.

A sigh caught in your throat as you leant back, straddling his chest, catching your breath. The first speckles of dawn had crept through the tight gap in the curtains, the tentative light teasing across Loki’s face. His dimples glowed in the gloom as he smiled knowingly; enjoying the puddled mess you had become under his touch. His lower face glinted with the sheen of cum and saliva spread across his lips, his chin, his nose.

“I’m impressed, darling” he murmured, brushing a strand of damp hair from your forehead, “you hardly made a sound. I must be losing my touch.”

You smacked him lightly on the arm, pleased that you had proved him wrong. A rare moment, indeed.

“You did however, hit the wall quite a few times.” he chuckled, his eyebrow raising as his dimples grew deeper. Your eyes widened before you resigned yourself with a shrug, “You can blame mice.”

“Mice?” Loki snorted, “Even my stupid brother wouldn’t fall for that…”

“He bought that you were performing the heimlich manoeuvre on me in the garages last week so yes...I think he would, actually.” you scoffed, as your secret lover smiled below you.

“Perhaps you’re right, my little vixen” he purred, sitting up to catch you in a kiss; the taste of your cum heavy on his tongue as he leant into you with a firm thrust of his hips.

“Now get out of here and back to bed” he muttered breathlessly, “before I flip you over and irrevocably destroy the clandestine element of our arrangement.”

You slipped off his body, your wet centre clinging optimistically to his hardened cock hidden beneath the cotton sheet which separated you. “I could do it, you know...I’ve proved I can be quiet” you huffed, straightening your flimsy nightdress.

“I wasn’t talking about you, darling. Tis’ I who would not be able to contain my cries of pleasure...” he smirked, turning to rest on his side; one hand raking through his hair as he leant against it.

“Now go. Before I change my mind..." he murmured coyly, fluffing the pillow beneath him.

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Oh goody, glorious piece of fanfiction with loads of entries I haven’t previously stumbled upon. 😍

Darling, you are on another level. Not only are your stories just incredible, I find myself re-reading nearly every paragraph for the shear pleasure of your word choices. The flow, the grip you have of the reader, immaculate. And this one - ah, just *chef’s kiss*. 

[chickenfics]

Let’s forget we were ever broken

Relationship: Loki x GN!reader (SFW)

Summary: It just wasn’t your week. You could feel the tension building – it twisted inside your gut and sent your heart racing, thoughts sparling until you wanted to curl inside yourself or scream so loud that the panic went away. All you knew was that you were one inconvenience away from breaking down. And then you dropped a damn mug.

Or, the reader is having a bad week and Loki is there to pick up the pieces, literally and metaphorically.

Word count: 4.8k

Content warning: magic use (sort of mind control, but in a good/helpful way), anxiety/anxiety attacks, stress, reader is kind of mean to themselves. No use of Y/N and no pronouns are used for the reader

Masterlist  Also on ao3

It just wasn’t your week.

It had started off with an extra difficult job in the lab, which both Bruce and Tony were “confident” you could handle on your own. Apparently, they had much more pressing matters to deal with, being bonafide Avengers and all, and so naturally they’d decided to leave the less important job to one of their most trusted employees. You.

Less important didn’t mean easier, however, and a job that should have had at least three people working on it only had… well, you. It was the first thing to send your anxiety pressing at the backs of your eyes, threatening to fill your chest.

But you pushed it down, convincing yourself that you were fine despite the countless times your own mind had proven that statement very wrong. When would you learn to actually listen to the warning signs your body gave you?

Not this time.

The next nail in the metaphorical coffin was your sleep schedule – or lack thereof. The lab project was draining your energy during the day, and anxiety was keeping you wide awake at night. You tossed and turned into the early hours of the morning, on the verge of panic over the most trivial things.

Keep reading

[lokischambermaid]

Working Theory:

People who find Thor more attractive than Loki are boring in bed. 🤷‍♀️

[wheredafandomat]

OK BUT WHY?

Is it because like aesthetically Thor is just more pleasing to the untrained eye 😂 like he’s muscular whereas Loki looks quite lean. This could mean that Thor doesn’t really need to make an effort especially in the bedroom. Wham bam thank you mam kinda man. Loki though, he seems like he has to use more than his disco stick to make you tick. People expect less from Thor if they find him more attractive which equals boring sex whereas Loki seems like he’d win you over which basically entails foreplay 🤣

Does this make sense? It doesn’t.

Climb into my mind and articulate my thoughts better please 😂

[variant59]

I think it’s partly what you said about being so good looking he’s used to women being wet just by the way he looks, so he never needed to become talented with other things

But mostly, I think it’s a wit thing. Like, you just know by looking at them, that Thor likes repetition and laughs at the same old joke everytime. Which, probably translates to his manuvers in the bedroom.

Where as you just know Loki has spent his 1500 years of excistance, delving into the most imaginative ways of getting your kicks. Like you just know what ever you throw at him, he’s tried it and then some. Hell, he probably invented it.

Also, he gives off a ”i’m bored of coming myself so I’ll get my kicks seeing if I can top my record of how many times I can make you come” -energy

[lokischambermaid]

A wise internet person once said, “Infinity War Loki was the prettiest and for what” and I think about this almost daily 🧐

[variant59]

Literally my thought process watching first minutes of Infinity War

[peachyjinx]

Ok, here goes - my first fanfic. And of course it's Loki smut. It's only 4 chapters, though! Is it still a one shot if it's in 4 chapters and kinda wordy? Anyways, oneshot-ish?

Holding Back [Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader] 18+

Relationship: Loki x female reader

Summary: You are a new mutant recruit in training with the Avengers, and Loki is brought in to teach you how to use your powers.

Note: Reader is horny and has no problems entertaining the idea of sleeping with multiple Avengers (haven't we all?).

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI! Eventual smut, starting in chapter 3.

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Chapter 1 - The Dilemma

Word count: 1,729

Summary: You've been living at Avengers tower for a few months. Your training is going well except for one part- learning to use your mutant powers.

Warnings: No warnings for this chapter.

"I'm not a damn warrior!!", you yelled at Natasha after a particularly bad blow. You laid on the ground of the training room, shielding your stomach, where she had struck you.

"Well you signed up for this hero stuff, so you better start trying harder" she said dryly, reaching out a hand to pull you up.

Training was going poorly. You knew it and the team knew it, though they (mostly) continued to be polite.

It had been grueling and exhausting as a superhero in training. Not only did you need to learn basic hand to hand combat and fighting a combatant with various weapons, you also had to work on controlling and building your powers.

Before you came to the Avengers tower, you had been "yoga a few days a week in shape", not "battle aliens and bad guys in shape”. And the most frustrating part was using your powers. You had the ability to create force fields around yourself and sometimes others, but no one here seemed to understand them, and had less insight than you did into using them. Natasha had kept asking you to push and push, but it clearly wasn't working.

It had been a particularly hard session today. You couldn't manage to make a force field around yourself, and she was then able to subdue you with just a few well placed kicks and a punch to the stomach, sending you to the floor.

After helping you up, she gave you a serious look, while you tried to avoid eye contact, brushing yourself off.

"Look, if you don't think you're up to this, you need to let us know now. I know this life isn't for everyone, and I can tell you're frustrated. But now's the time to leave if you want."

All you could say was, "Okay I'll think about it," as you continued to not look at her, and turned to leave towards the showers. You felt like such a failure, like you let everyone down. You could let yourself down, and that would be fine. But the Avengers? The guilt crept into your chest as you thought about letting Steve down.

Anger at them also seeped into the back of your mind. Steve had been incredibly patient with your slowness to progress. But it was hard having teachers who didn't understand what they were working with. It was like they were setting you up for failure. You groaned as you stepped into the hot water in your shower stall. Were you mad at them or yourself?

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During your shower, your stomach reminded you it was lunch time. You decided the best way to distract yourself from this upsetting situation was to eat something delicious for dinner and have a strong drink.

Your days had become routine in the last few months at the tower. When you were done training in the mornings, you studied as much as you could- Tony had portfolios on alien races, planets, and heroes and villains for you to read.

As you dried yourself off and changed, you thought about what you wanted to eat. You didn't want to order in, you wanted to cook something comforting.

Baked mac and cheese? Oh, and a big glass of red wine to go with it, that sounds amazing.

You decided you were going to go to the store for ingredients, sick of feeling a bit trapped in the tower. It was the end of summer, and for once you would enjoy the heavy New York City heat. It was a break from the cold, sometimes sterile feeling of the inside of the tower.

You threw on a t-shirt and jeans and headed out of the locker room towards the shared space on the tenth floor.

You walked towards the kitchen in hopes of taking inventory before you went out shopping, but were surprised and disappointed to see most of the Avengers gathered in the dining area.

They all looked up from their conversation when you entered, and Steve smiled and said your name, motioning for you to join them. You're sure they saw the look of disappointment and shame across your face.

Guess dinner will have to wait a minute, looks like I'm about to get fired.

You sighed and grabbed a protein bar from the kitchen and headed over to them silently, plopping on the couch with annoyance, surrounded Thor, Tony, and Steve in chairs on all sides of you.

Steve and Tony both had a serious look on their face, while Thor smiled and took a bite out of an apple. Had they talked to Nat? Were they talking about you?

You then focused on Steve, but were momentarily distracted.

Why is Steve looking so good today? He was just poured into that flannel shirt …focus, Y/N. They're here to talk about your career, not for you to ogle Captain America.

"So, Y/N, we've been talking, and we're discussing maybe getting you some more help-" Tony said.

You felt your face contort into worry, and Steve noticed and cut him off.

"Not that your training isn't going great-"

Nice save, Steve.

"- but that maybe we're not the best people to help you with your powers. None of us has any powers like you, and we don't really know how it all works," Steve remarked genuinely.

Tony huffed, and you could tell it pained him to admit he didn't know about something.

Thor sat across from you in a large chair, enjoying his snack. He always had a warm, grounded presence when he wasn't in battle mode.

Thor spoke up, looking at Tony and Steve.

"You should call Loki", Thor recommended with a grin, crunching his apple happily.

Confused, you immediately blurted out, "Your brother? The guy who attacked New York? Why would I ask for his help?". You couldn't believe what Thor was suggesting.

"No, he's reformed!", Thor exclaimed happily with a grin on his face. "After he helped with the convergence, he came to live here in New York, helping to fix things on Midga- well, Earth. Technically he's been banished here, and he's not too thrilled with that. But part of the rules of his banishment are that he is to assist the Avengers, and any other tasks the Allfather or Allmother needs help with in all the realms. He's quite lucky that was his only punishment," Thor trailed off, looking contemplative.

You were in shock and looked at Steve, who nodded. Loki was a sort of good guy now?

Tony looked uncomfortable at the recommendation. "I don't know if we need to go that far. Besides, do we really want to risk bringing him in here?"

"He's visited here before and we haven't had any issues, Tony," Steve responded honestly.

Tony looked at Steve and a silence settled on the room for a moment while he thought.

After weighing his options in his head, Tony finally spoke, "Yea well, maybe you're right, Steve. And I don't want to wait. I already tried Dr. Strange, but he's off-world or off universe or whatever. No offense kid, but you need a tutor. I guess this is our best shot," Tony said, looking at you with a slight look of uncertainty on his face.

"Ha! Then it is agreed, my brother shall teach you how to use your magic, Y/N," Thor smiled. "Tony, ring him on your cellular device".

"Wait, don't I get a say in this?", you asked, concerned. "You guys really think Loki knows anything about mutants or their powers? And you're going to leave me alone with him in a training room? What if he hurts me?".

"Loki has no ill intent- he is trying to become an asset for your planet, and we can trust him. He will not harm you," Thor reassured you.

Steve reached out and put his hand on your knee to comfort you.

"Y/N, I agree with Thor. It's time we all put the past behind us and give him his second chance, like we did with Bucky," Steve pointedly looked at Tony, who rolled his eyes.

Steve continued, "He helped us with another assignment and everything went fine. And even if your powers aren't the same, he's the only person other than Thor who can understand more about what you're going through."

Tony pulled out his phone, and looked at you.

You knew it would be uncomfortable, but you had to trust Steve. He would always look out for you, and you reminded yourself to have faith in him.

"Okay. Let's do it," you nodded to Steve.

Tony dialed up Loki. "Yea, hey Loki, Tony Stark here. We have someone here that needs assistance, we're thinking you could be helpful….uh huh. She needs some help training with her powers, and we thought you could give us some insight…. alright, yup", Tony looked at you and hung up the phone.

"Okay. He'll be here in the morning, 7 am sharp. I don't like inviting the God of Mischief and Chaos over, so hopefully this will work. Otherwise, we'll have to rethink your place on the team. Sorry Y/N, you're good at what you do, but I don't know if it's enough for the big leagues," Tony quipped, patting you on the shoulder as he stood up and walked out of the room.

You pulled your knees up to your chest, feeling like you just failed a test. Thor got up and came to sit next to you on the couch.

"I thought this is where I belonged. I don't really fit in at home. And now I feel like I'm not good enough to be here. This sucks," you thought out loud.

"Do not fret, you will discover your purpose here. It just may not be as you imagined", Thor wrapped his large arm around your small shoulders in comfort. His warmth enveloped you, and you felt a little better.

You looked at Steve, concern painted on his face. When he saw you looking at him, he smiled reassuringly. "How about we go to a movie?", he suggested. This was why he was such a great leader- empathetic, and knew the right strategy for every pitfall.

"Yea, that sounds great, Cap," you faintly smiled back at him. You felt a little warm in your chest. His kindness was almost too much sometimes.

[lolawashere-deactivated20240904]

…because that’s what we want, right?

[multyunervisesuperfan]

@lokischambermaid

@lokisgoodgirl

@vbecker10

@superdcchick

[lokischambermaid]

This is a whole damn fruit stand.

😳

🥭

🍌

🥜🥥🍑

@animnerd @lokisgoodgirl @vbecker10 @superdcchick

[vbecker10]

This was perfect 😳😳🥵🥵

@animnerd @lokischambermaid @michelleleewise @lokisgoodgirl

[lokisgoodgirl]

at the risk of looking like a total pervert can we just talk ABOUT THIS FOR.A.MOMENT

💀SPREAD THIGHS💀

i cant, im done. I’m expired. holy jesus. the cat almost distracted me for a second but I scrolled back in sheer disgust with myself

@lokischambermaid @xorpsbane @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @loopsisloops @thedistractedagglomeration @vbecker10 @holdmytesseract @animnerd @fictive-sl0th @holymultiplefandomsbatman @muddyorbs @lady-rose-moon

[xorpsbane]

Well, I WAS sort of having an existential crisis today. Now… Now I’m no longer sure what my name is… And yeah, I’ll admit I also got excited about that little kitten. But mainly excited about…🥭🥭🥭🥭

Actual footage of me right now…

[variant59]

I was just about to. And then this popped up on my feed.

I have just ONE question. Who… decided on the underwear? Because…

[theaudacitytowrite]

🎉🎉Congratulations on 1k my dear. Well deserved. 🤗 Do you think you can do a fluffy piece with these prompts, please. And thank you. 🥰

6. Move over

99. We can't keep doing this.

You dropped your crown 👑, queen.

Hell yeah I can, especially for you 😘

Hope you like it <3

"Move over," Loki demanded, his stern look never straying from your eyes as he looked down on you.

"We can't keep doing this." you groaned in a huff, rolling your eyes at him, not moving a single inch.

"Why not?" he retorted, patting your thighs with the back of his hands for you to move.

"Because we can't." you dryly replied, standing your ground.

"Because is not a valid reason." he retorted, trying to squeeze himself next to with his body weight.

"Loki, I have to work. I can’t always take breaks just because you need attention." you protested as you pushed against him, trying to keep your seat, “And the chair is way too narrow for the both of us anyway.”

"But I want cuddles, I need them." Loki tried with all his might to sit on your office chair as well but kept slipping off the edge.

“Sounds like a you problem.” you averted your gaze back to the laptop screen in front of you. Loki puffed as he stood next to you again, trying to think of another way to get what he wanted.

“Well if you’re not going to move, then-” 

“Then what?” you raised your brow at him challenging. His eyes narrowed and with a swift hand motion, your chair was pulled back far enough for Loki to seat himself on your lap. He stradled your lap instantly before you could even register what was happening.

“Loki, you’re constricting the blood flow in my legs. You’re too heavy.” you protested as you gasp for air under his weight.

“Sounds like a you problem.” Loki grinned mischievously, as he snaked his arms around your shoulders, nestling his face into the crook of your neck.

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I love this. I too imagine Loki to be a very much like a cat. Stubborn, playful, demanding and all up in your business.

The final line killed me 👏😁

(loving catching up with your writing by the way <3)

[domesticloki]

Flufftober day 2: “You told your  brother?”

Sorry, I’m late to the party, but I ofc need to partake in Flufftober! Because I’m pressed for time, I’ve decided to do short shorts of domesticLoki. If you are unfamiliar with the story so far, you are living a quite suburban life together with Loki and your three two children. 

Flufftober Prompt 2: “You’ve told your parents brother?”

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader 

Word count: 325

Warnings: none. Fluffy fluff fluff.

A/N: After the fall of the TVA a Variant of Loki managed to survive Thanos’ attack on the Statesman. After the events of Infinity War, he met you, and finally got his happily ever after. These are the stories of that ever after.   

Enjoy <3

You were cozied up on the sofa, resting in Loki’s arms. Geir and Frigga were both at slumber parties and you had the house all to yourselves. It was a peaceful moment after a long week, and you had planned to do absolutely nothing for the entire weekend. Who knew, it could be the final peaceful moment before you started the rat race of another baby year. Lounge ware, wool socks and TLC was all that was on the list and you sighed tucked away in Loki’s embrace, brimming with content. Both of you were transfixed to your screens. Loki caressed the tiny little baby bump that was finally starting to show and tapped on the phone.

Suddenly, you were pulled from your relaxation by Loki’s words.

“O-ou…” 

“What?”

Before Loki had the chance to answer, a thundering roar filled the sky and a blinding rainbow protruded through the window. A loud thud from your backyard told you all you needed to know. You rose with a grunt and threw Loki a look.

“You told him, didn’t you?”

“I…” But before Loki could finish a sentence, the door flew open. Thor stormed in, grin shining of joy, with a mountain of plushies in his arms and the house filled with his rambunctious roar:

“Brother! Sister! Nephew!” 

“Thor,” you mustered to exhale happily, rising from the couch just quick enough for the both of you to be lifted in the soon-to-be-uncle’s bearlike embrace as he continued to ramble on excitedly about the newest addition to the family.

“Now, this one, he must be named Thor!” he exclaimed with a roaring laughter, not quite able to disguise a little hope behind his jest. Thor kneeled in front of the belly. “Isn’t that right, little Thor? Little Thory-thor,thor.” 

As Thor continued to babble baby talk at the bump, you and Loki shared a look. 

“You just couldn’t wait until Monday, could you…”  

[theaudacitytowrite]

I mean our boy is excited… can you be mad at him that he finally has his happily ever after?😬😂

[variant59]

In truth, no. Absolutely not 😁😂 and who else better to share in your joy than the easily overexcited uncle Thor ❤

[ripfic]

The moment the show said Loki doesn't know how to enchant people I was like: wut.

Like, I'm not even saying about Odin or Valkyrie, but, come on SELVIG. He enchanted Selvig in the post-credit scene of T1.

[variant59]

While I agree with most discussions about show-Loki being painted far too weak, I find that building up to him ”learning” to enchant actually does make sense (although they could have done a better job at it)

Enchanting Selvig in T1 is implied to be because of his possession of an infinity stone. In Avengers, he uses his staff, when ever he mindcontrols someone. His enchantment skills come into play in Thor Ragnarok, implying that he mastered enchantment somewhere between TtDW and Ragnarok, in order to imprison Odin on Earth. This is my own interpreatation of the events - being in possesion of the mind stone allowed him to experiense mind control and enchantment, which he then taught himself to do using his own powers. Having battled Odin’s mind, using enchantment on Valkyrie is an easy task.

Now, the reason this is more amazing than most people realize, is that Odin is the most powerful being in the nine realms. So had Loki in fact decided to engage Hela in battle, he would have actually stood a better chance at it than his brutish brother. Hela was imprisoned by their father and there is little reason to believe Loki wouldn’t have been able to do the same. Which makes his little knife fighting in the final battle even more heartwrenching. Ofc this can be chaulked up to be his own insecurities, which does make sense, but mostly its a shame to not utilize his character to full affect.

When the series starts, we are joined with a Loki, who had been using enchantment coupled with the mind stone, but lacking the time he had in prison to master it himself. Given that it is something we already know he is inately capable of, joining Sylvie in enchanting the monster at the end of time is right on target for his character. However, I feel the showrunners had done well to prefice this in a completly different way. As it is, it stands as a weird moment where the leap to learning it under pressure just doesn’t feel plausible. Had they instead hung a lantern on this earlier on in the show, eg. In the time theater, it would have made more sense to Loki why he was able to do it, and added to the viewer experience.

But, this is ofc only my take and riddled with opinions.