Hi! I'm Vi (used to go by Blue), a 22-year-old who likes writing. When I'm not making self-indulgent fanfiction, I'm watching horror movies or reading books. If you ask me what my favorite horror film is, it'll vary per day—but my all-time favorite Halloween film is Trick 'r Treat! I write for a couple of fandoms (bts, aib, and fd, though it's erik-focused).
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MASTERLISTS:
₊˚⊹ ᰔ Alice in Borderland Masterlist (Requests: CLOSED)
**note: I do not write for Niragi or Last Boss because they freak me out ; w;
₊˚⊹ ᰔ BTS Masterlist (Requests: CLOSED)
₊˚⊹ ᰔ Erik Campbell (Requests: HC OPEN)
₊˚⊹ ᰔ Kinktober 2025
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I will not write for:
Incest
Human waste
Age regression
Male reader (I am not quite confident here yet!)
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➳ CW: no mention of y/n, not betaed (so potential for mistakes as always), Loki is just very very horny for his wife (just how we like him), Loki is kind of a slut, Reader kind of jokingly making Loki jealous for one minute, Loki being a little shit, Loki being turned on way too easily, dirty talk.
➳ A/N: fully inspired by the humid heatwave hell I have been in for 2 days now. Also I missed husband!loki very very badly. Parts of this being unrealistic? Well yes! But Loki's horniness defies all logic <3 I had sooooo much fun writing the dialogue here I haven't felt that in a while :) hope you enjoy!!
➳ (1.8k words)
➳ Link to my Loki masterlist
(gif by @sakura-haruka !!) (HAD to use this one bc my thirsting for Loki is back)
The heat was unbearable. It was quite rare for Asgard to be dealing with heat this bad this early on in the season. It was a few weeks too early, all because of a storm that had been steadily building for days above the Realm, decidedly fearsome, and yet hesitating to unleash itself onto the people, leaving the air feeling positively stagnant and sticky on everyone’s skin.
Summers in Asgard came with the expectation of a coolness come every nightfall, no matter how hot the day had left the earth, due to the waters surrounding the city. Tonight seemed to be the first exception of this in what felt like centuries. Even now, in the earliest hours of a new, hopefully cooler, day, Loki could not sleep from the incessant humidity leaking into his pores.
With how much his wife was shifting around on her side of the bed, she was feeling similarly. Yes, ever since he had begun calling her his, Loki had stopped believing in ridiculous notions such as there being ‘sides’ to a bed. When he was with her, all that mattered to him was keeping it that way. She could sleep below the bed if she so wished. He would be there, too. But this heat had prevented him from holding her, too. It was torture. He could not hold her close, nor dream of doing so. Another blasted reason to hate this warm weather, and he had quite a long list already.
“My love, are you awake?”
The answering grunt told him enough.
Her back was to him, and she was on her side, in one of her lovely, enchanting silk nightgowns. White silk, as if the colour itself would make the heat more bearable for her. His every instinct had been screaming at him to ravish her from the moment she had put it on earlier in the evening. She tended to remain in her day dress for a while longer upon retiring to their chambers for the evening, but she had not managed to hold out this night. With her first step into the privacy of their rooms, she had asked him to help rid her of her dress. He’d had to hold back his insatiable adoration for her so as to leave only her wishes fulfilled. His were much lewder (and unacceptable in such weather).
Even now, hours later, he craved her. But he knew she would hit him, or worse, berate him, if he tried anything now. It is why he had spent the past few minutes earnestly praying to the Norns for a reprieve from this heat. All in the name of the sanctity of marriage, he’d assured them in his silent prayers.
He heard more than saw one of her hands reaching back blindly for him, smacking their sheets a few times before making contact with the bare skin of his torso. She, and this offended Loki very much, made a displeased sound once she felt him.
“You are not cold.” She said, turning onto her other side, finally granting him a look at her beautiful (currently sour) face.
“No,” He grinned despite his previous offense, he could not help his smiles around her. “I believe that is impossible with the current state of affairs, my darling.”
“You are a Jötunn, husband.”
“Yes, beloved, I am. However, just as any other creature currently rendered to a pathetic state in this weather, my heritage does not seem to matter, as we seem to be suffering together.”
“Should you not be exempt from the effects of the heat?” She continued to riposte with him, propped up on her forearm.
Loki chuckled, truly endeared at how the heat seemed to make his wife even more fiery than her usual.
“Perhaps in my true form, beloved. Or, perhaps, I might tolerate it even less. I could not say.”
“We should try.” She poked the middle of his chest with her index.
“My dearest, I adore you, I truly do, but I shall not risk immolation for the sake of your greater comfort.”
“Then you do not truly love me.” She huffed, flopping onto her back just as he began to laugh at her outburst.
“The heat has rendered you insolent, my love. And forgetful, it seems.”
She turned her head just enough to glare at him, one eyebrow raised in silent question.
“You seem to have forgotten my very being, dearest. I live to love and pleasure you.” He purred lowly, one of his hands lightly tracing her silk-clad side. “Which is why I could not risk dying, even if to refresh you. Who would please you once I am gone?”
“One of the guards, maybe. They do so love to ogle my figure.” She could not hide her amusement at her own words, smirk pulling at her mouth.
“Do not jest, wife. I am in no mood.” Loki leaned over her, his hair falling like curtains around her head.
“And yet when you do it, the Realms must endure it-”
Loki quieted her with a kiss, her tongue gladly meeting his despite her previous complaints of being too close to him to bear. When she got like this, Loki found her both irritating and enticing. Mostly enticing.
She broke the kiss after a few more moments of bliss, and granted him reprieve by letting him lavish her neck with kisses and bites.
“Could we not have Thor force the storm?” She thought aloud, staring up at the ceiling.
The idea had Loki pausing, pulling away from her neck to look at her.
“… I shall discuss with him in the morn, my love.”
“Could we not wake him now? Break his doors down. For the good of Asgard, surely.”
“Nothing could wake him, my love. You know this. The oaf rises when he is ready to.”
She groaned, running her palms down her face in frustration before pushing him off her rather abruptly. Loki could not help but pout slightly, watching her as she stood from their bed and walked to the windows. The curtains were barely moving. Even the usual breeze seemed to have been suffocated by the heat.
“I must go.”
“Go? Dearest, we should not jump to rash decisions such as seeking asylum in another realm from a few days of hotter weather.”
He watched her fan herself with her nightgown, pulling the fabric away from her chest repeatedly in order to create a light breeze for herself.
“Even your unending wisdom seems to have been subdued by the heat, husband.”
Loki watched her. Admired her, really, though it was becoming harder to the more she continued to poke at him with increasingly barbed words.
“I will strongly consider a visit to Jotunheim with you tomorrow, darling, if it means having my wife returned to me. She seems to have been replaced by a cruel woman, whose powers lie in sharpened words.”
She turned back to look at him (maybe glaring was a better description of what she was doing). Loki still found her deeply, impossibly irresistible. “Will you join me for a walk in the gardens, or shall I go it alone?”
It is how they found themselves in the gardens minutes later. Despite her usual affinity for maintaining a good impression in court, she had not bothered to change at all, to put an outer robe on, or even to put a cloak on. Her daring had caused him to harden in his breeches, though he’d been somewhat hard from the moment she’d begun to admonish him in their bed.
Loki himself had remained shirtless, only his leather trousers on. He had some dignity, after all. And an affinity for style. He could not very well go out in his sleep breeches. He wasn’t Thor.
The breeze seemed to have found them now that they were down in the gardens, seemingly eager for some company. His darling seemed plenty happy to be that company. After a few minutes of traipsing through the outer gardens under the hazy moonlight, she linked her arm with his and Loki felt his heart soar.
“My darling… I have missed you.” He cooed, looking down at their arms, touching again after what had felt like an eternity even to him.
“You simply have a flair for the dramatics, my love.”
He grinned, hearing her call him a sweeter name once more.
“You must stop seducing me, my heart. I can only take so much from my perfect temptress.”
“I do not aim to seduce you, husband.” She spoke the words as if she were, funnily enough, recounting the weather, but he could see her amusement plainly on her face.
“No? Then you’ve a natural talent for it, my love.” His body moved of its own accord, stepping in front of her and pulling her into his chest, his arms wrapping around her middle.
“You are incessant, Loki…” Even still, he could see the smile on her lips. The moon seemed to be on his side, its rays illuminating her smile further.
“I am a man in love.” He corrected. “It cannot be helped. I need you. I ache for you. Even this heat was not enough to stop my mind from straying to thoughts of your ambrosial cunt, darling. To thoughts of it around me, wanting me deeper inside it.” He was whispering the words against her temple, feeling her breath on his neck as it quickened.
“You always take me exquisitely well, my darling. Could we not see if that is also the case in the royal gardens?” His grin was saccharine, framing him as an innocent as if he wasn’t a starving, salivating wolf.
“I should have left you in our bed.”
“I would have crawled after you, my love. See what you have made of me? The God of Mischief, happy to be on his knees for someone else.”
“I would have tied you up to prevent you from following after me.” She could act unaffected by his words all she wanted, but he could feel her hands sliding up his chest slowly whilst she spoke her biting words.
“I would welcome any sensation if it came from you, dearest, no matter how restrictive.”
She huffed, turning her head away from him to hide her smirk, Loki using that moment as an excuse to lean in and kiss her jaw.
She tilted her head and looked behind his head.
“That tree.” She said softly.
Loki hummed lazily in reply, senses attuned to her proximity and nothing else.
“Take me against that tree.” She whispered. Loki found himself glad of the heat for the first time in his life because the gardens were completely theirs for the night, no guards to hear her sound of glee when he picked her up and carried her to the tree she’d chosen.
i miss you 2012 avengers. i miss you the avengers tower. i miss you irondad and spiderson. i miss you meme lord shuri and peter. i miss you loki lingering in the tower for no other reason than that he's the main love interest. i miss you poptart-eating thor. i miss you grumpy bucky barnes. i miss you old man, chronically offline steve rogers. i miss you clint in the vents. i miss you girls night with wanda and natasha. i miss you resurrected, shamelessly flirty pietro. i miss you clueless, socially inept vision. i miss you the rare bruce banner feature. i miss you sassy sam wilson. i miss you cheeky reader who always called fury by his first name. i miss you super nanny phil coulson. i miss you christmas avengers blurbs in the middle of the fanfiction written by an autistic 14 year old. i miss you 😔😔😔
Daisy Jones and the Six (2023) dir. James Ponsoldt, Nzingha Stewart, Will Graham
Journey's End (2017) dir. Saul Dibb
The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (2013) dir. Francis Lawrence
Love, Rosie (2014) dir. Christian Ditter
The Riot Club (2014) dir. Lone Scherfig
Me Before You (2016) dir. Thea Sharrock
Enola Holmes (2020) dir. Harry Bradbeer
Adrift (2018) dir. Baltasar Kormákur
My Cousin Rachel (2017) dir. Roger Michell
Their Finest (2016) dir. Lone Scherfig
i can't stop thinking about the post i reblogged last night and talked about erik, christmas eve with him, just gotten back from dinner with erik's family and now you're chilling out together, how it's like all dark in the small living room of the apartment you rent together except for the lights of the christmas tree and the tv with erik's mortal kombat game booted up, and you've got your feet in his lap as you read a book, and your kitty cat in your lap, and erik reaching over to scratch your cat behind the ears between every round, sometimes rubbing your feet (he would lift your foot up and kiss your ankle at times too), and the house still smells like the cookies you baked earlier in the night and erik's got cookie crumbs in his beard that you reach over and brush away as he smiles, wearing the matching pjs that his parents got for you, and it's so domestic and nice and cute, and he decides he's done with the game and tosses his controller to the side and cuddles up with you and whispers that he loves you before he kisses you, and i'm gonna bite drywall i love himmmm
being a humanities major who’s friends with stem majors is so funny because you’ll ask your friends what they’re doing today and they’re like “UGH it’s so stressful i have to stabilize the reactor core for my nuclear power midterm and then i have to build the supercomputer from i have no mouth yet i must scream for my electrical engineering homework :/ what about you” and you’re like “oh well i have to read a fun little book and write an essay about gender.” and they still think you have it worse
Being a stem major who's friends with humanities majors is ALSO funny bc you ask what's goin on with them and they're like "oh yeah my day's pretty good! I only have to read 50 pages for this one class today and half a book for another one. It's much better than last week where I read three books and wrote a 10 page paper about their overlapping motifs for one class while also researching a niche period of time that our library doesn't have any resources on. How's it been for you?" and you're like "oh I have a lil packet of fun math puzzles due tomorrow." and they look at you like you're carrying the weight of the universe on your back
This is your reminder that just because something falls within the skillset you've practiced, so you can do it and you don't find it particularly hard or stressful relative to other things, it doesn't mean it isn't actually hard work you should be proud of yourself for accomplishing!
