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So my partner has a theory…

So we have all seen the photos of Loki’s… gigantic appendage, in Thor 1 before it was removed with the magic of CGI (Gaussian blur go brrrr)

And I told my partner about this and how ridiculous it was that no one said anything before filming and my partner theorises the bulge is so prominent and uhhhh mobile because Loki is not wearing underwear underneath the costumes so the bulge basically has free will to do what it wants.

My partner then proceeded to demonstrate this, a few times actually, and well, I’m convinced.

Loki doesn’t wear underwear.

Side notes:

Yeah my partner gave me permission to discuss this they aren’t ashamed of their body.

Tom is also not ashamed of their body so I can totally see him doing that and being chill about it.

You can see in Ragnarok where the appendage is not totally contained and just flopping about doing it’s thing and nearly taking people’s eyes out.

Y/n, walking into an elevator: *sees Loki* Hi.

Loki: Fancy seeing you here.

Y/n: *awkwardly looking around* So, um, the weathers nice…

Loki: It’s even nicer to finally get some alone time with you.

Y/n, blushing: *mumbles* I think it’s supposed to rain this weekend-

Loki, interrupting you: I’m not a fan of elevators, they tend to be unreliable.

Y/n: I’m sure we’ll be fine-

Loki: It would be a shame if something were to… happen.

*elevator suddenly stops*

Loki: *grinning* What a pity.

Y/n: Did you-

Loki: You know we’ll probably be in here for a while…

Y/n: *blushing* Yea… all alone.

Loki: … just the two of us.

Y/n: *unbuttoning your shirt* Is it warm in here?

Loki: *unzipping his pants* Very.

Y/n: *kicking off your shoes* I should really stop riding the elevator with you.

Loki: *pulling off his shirt* I could think of something else you could ride…

Tony, staring at the security camera: You know what, let’s just leave that one out of order.

Steve, looking horrified: Permanently.

Of Course I'm Here

Characters: Come on you know by now how this goes (Loki x you) (Team x you, platonic)

Warnings: None. And really if you ever see anything that I might need to able as a warning please let me know... I'm the person who forgets there are people out there that get offened by the word F*** if that is an exapmle of anything.

Summary: Mid battle and the avengers keep looking for an answer as to why the God of Lies hasnt showed up yet. Of course you have no idea but at least he proves them all wrong.

ANNOUNCEMENT TIME: hey guys Im back, I know it hasnt been long but I also know I havent been posting every single day like I was, i got into a weird little funk where I didnt want to do anything, I was just feeling completly drained, and I felt bad because I have my little and I didnt even want to play with her because I have just been so TIRED, but I'm feeling better. Work has been kicking my ass here lately and ive been working over 50 hours a week so ive literally been coming in, eatting / feeding the little, getting us ready for bed, and crashing as soon as she falls asleep. But im here now. I will probably be more active on weekends than during the week because I have more time to spend working on stuff but I will be posting also during the week just not daily. At least until after state comes. Thank you so much for the reblogs, likes, comments, follows, and messages please keep them coming! If you would like to be tagged please ask or message, and requests are open. Love you guys so much! 💚💚💚💚💚

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"Y/N, BACK UP I NEED BACK UP! EYES IN THE SKY!" Tony yelled from above, you and Clint stood back to back on a roof top shooting as many bad guys as you could. Clint took aim at another carrier, shooting at the engine causing the entire thing to blow up raining debris and hot metal around you.

"Damnit Clint! Farther away make sure they are farther away!" You yelled popping him on the head with an arrow before aiming it at the thing that was chasing Tony.

"Where is lover boy at? You.sent him the location right?" Nat asked into the com.

"Yes I sent him the location, no I dont know where hes at." You mocked.

"Did you send him the right location?" Sam asked.

"One time, one dam-"

"Language!" Steve chimed in causing everyone to groan. Gun shots where ringing all around you and you could here metal on metal paired with Hulk screams coming from another building over.

"Language." You mocked muting your com son that no one but Clint heard you. "I am a 26 year old woman, I think I'm old enough to cuss if I want." You drew back your bow and sent another arrow flying into another goon that had Nat trapped aginst a wall. She shot you a thumbs up before running off. You hit unmute on your com.

"Jesus, 26? Baby, you sure you don't need to be at a babysitter instead of on a building killing things?" He laughed.

"Dont worry Hawk, when we get done here I've already booked you a nice nursing home to be put into." You put your bow around you and stood on the edge of the building. "I need a better view." You looked round, the top of a taller building caught you eye. "There Hawk, we can cover a better radius from up there, get closer to the action."

"DOES ANYONE KNOW WHEN THE GODS ARE GOING TO BE HERE? WE NEED MORE HELP WERE GETTING TIRED AND OUT NUMBERED!" Tony came over the coms screaming.

"How do we get up there? Or do I even wanna know?" Hawk came to examin where you were talking about.

"Im jumping, you cant tell me that someone wont catch me." You shrug.

"GODS WHERE ARE TH- Y/N DONT YOU DARE JUMP!" Tony stopped and hovered right were you was standing.

"Then take us over there. We need higher ground, we cant cover everyone from down here." You crossed your arms.

"Where are the gods at y/n?" He asked again

"I. Dont. Know. Jesus you guys act like I'm suppose to be there keeper!" A simultaneous you are came from everone through the com causing you to roll your eyes. "Hes gonna be here I swear it! Now take me to the building or I jump. 1.....2....-" Tony grabbed you by the collar of your jacket and flew you to the building.

God these things were everywhere and you were starting to run out of arrows. After shooting another ship and causing it to blow you heard what was unmistakably pounding on the roof top door leading to where you currently was at.

"I have some univited guests about to join my party. Anyone available for some assistance?" You yanked out the two emerald green and silver daggars that your boyfriend had given you not long after you had started dating after throwing your bow around you.

"Buy some time kid, I'm on ground level right now but I can try to get up there as fast as possible." Bucky called over the com.

"Buy some time? Ok. I can do this. I work better from afar but a little hand to hand never hurt anyone, just easier to get stabbed this way." The first of the things busted through the door running straight at you. You jerked out of the way missing his staff by just a few inches. Quickly turning you flipped the dagger like Loki had showed you and stabbed him in his side causing him to fall to the ground before the next one tried to impale you.

"I have two daggers and they have freaking staffs! Back up! WHERE THE HELL AR-" you were interupted by static in the air and a bright light. The bitfrost had just opened up leaving to gods standing in front of you and taking out the remainder ofnthe bad guys. "HES HERE! I TOLD YOU GUYS THEY WERE COMING AND THEY'RE HERE." You pulled two extra coms from you pocket and gave them to Thor and Loki.

"Always a pleasure to battle beside you Lady y/n." Thor smiled takkng the com and putting it in his ear before taking off again.

Loki sauntered over to you and put his arm around you waist, you put the com in his ear as he rolled his eyes. He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss.

"You got a new outfit." You smiled at him. God the way he looked in his battle clothe always did something to you, the horned helment was a plus.

"You like it." He smirked down at you pulling you closer.

"Your wearing your horns to." You reached up and brushed a peice if hair behind his ear.

"STOP. STOP NOW. WE CAN HEAR EVERYTHING AND ITS GROSS." Tony yelled causing you both to roll your eyes.

"Quick run down, bad guys everywhere, no end in sight, and I'm out of arrows pretty sure Hawk is too." Loki waved his hand over your quiver making more arrows appear.

"I see you had to use your daggers. I am sorry for not being here. Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked stepping away from you to examin you.

"Small cut on the side, nothing I havent dealt with before, Ill be fine. You go make sure Hawk is fully stocked up and help the others. I got a birds eye view of you right here." I leaned in kissing him one more time before smiling at him and pushing him away. He kissed his two finger before placimg them over his heart and you did the same, "always." You both said before he disappered.

You could hear Thor laughing at the chaos going on and Steve trying to direct the god of thunder on what to do. You had learned earlier to just let him do his own thing and he would be fine. Tony was still trying to micromanage everything when you heard Loki mumble something in an old language and his com cut out. You had figured it wouldnt have stayed on to long though but at least you had tried. It had calmed down up on your end so you decided to finally go back down to where Clint was at shooting an arrow with heavy duty rope you glided back down next to him to watch what was going on.

"Hello, earth to y/n." He snapped his fingers in front of your face. You had been to busy staring at Loki and that damn helmet. "I dont even understand why were friends." He rolled his eyes propping up on the ledge watching as the rest of the team secured the last of the bad guys.

"Because we both shoot arrows, because we are both the best in the team, or because we both know we are the best looking one on the team so we have to stick together." You laughed jumping up so you could sit on the ledge.

"The birds can come out of their nest now." Bucky called over the coms causing you both to sigh.

When you and Clint had reached the bottom you walked over to Thor theowing your arms around the big goof ball.

"You are amazing during battle as always." He beemed patting you on the shoulder.

"As always? Thor youve only fought with her twice." Steve said beside you.

"I had a week off. Went to Asguard, spent time with the boys. Someone had to keep them in line." You shrugged like it was no big deal.

"She was amazing!" Thor went on telling the story of the fight you had all gotten into.

"Mothers been asking about you by the way dear. Wants to know if you've decided to come stay for a while." Loki leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"I think I'm leaning toward a yes. I can't stand being away from you, you had been gone forever this time." You reached for his hand as you both walked to the quinjet.

"I was making arrangements to have our room redone. I figured you would come with me." He gave you a knowing smirk as he reached up to take off his helmet.

"Leave the horns on. I have a suprise for you when we get home." You pulled his hand away from his head and smacked his butt.

"You are a little minx." He laughed chasing you into the jet while the rest of the team groaned and rolled their eyes.

"Even if you wasnt moving i would be kicking your ass out! I am so sick of the PDA between you two." Tony hollared after you.

"Leave them alone Tony, they are courting. Im just glad my brother is happy and not trying to stab me." Thor clapped Tony on the back.

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ONCE UPON A PSYCHOLOGIST VISIT

Back with the requests! Thank you to the lovely anon who sent this one (hope you like it ❤). Let me know all of you what do you think about this one! It’s my first time writing a threesome lmao ok this is unexpected. How did it turn out? Also, thank you again for being here with me, I love you all T_T  ❤  ❤

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Characters: Loki, Bucky and Reader(Y/N)

Chapters: 1/1

Warnings: smut, threesome

Words: 3k

“So this is a device which if it’s pressed it will let me know immediately that you need help and an Iron Man suit will be sent to yo,”

“Tony, can you chill?” You raise an eyebrow at the man you have been dealing with since 5 years ago.

“Y/N, look, we have agreed to do this only if you’re aware of,”

“All the danger yea, I got it. Trust me, there’s no one more horrifying to consult than you,” you place on the table the files of your new two pacients.

You have been Tony’s psychologist for 5 years and you’re one of the few persons he could trust blindly. You’ve been dealing with his problems for a long time now so you are not unfamiliar with the Avengers and all the things they’ve been doing. He first chose you because you were freshly graduated therefore he could prove to Pepper that he is getting help, and on the other hand, he thought he could have gotten rid of you easily since you were new. But much to his displeasure, your young age and inexperience made you more stubborn and that’s how you became the only person he opened to for professional help. You have dealt with his nightmares about Thanos, the truth about his parents’ death, the fight with Cap and so on. That doesn’t mean, of course, that everything always works smooth. Actually, most of the time you are arguing with him to listen to your advice and you’re always faced with his sarcastic attitude, but somehow, you’ve managed to improve his mental health and he is recently making progress.

And now, you were his only choice to help with this matter. Tony came two days ago in your office, not for a consultation, but with a proposal. He made sure you knew everything you were getting into, with lots of papers and safety procedures. Short explanation, he needed someone whom he could trust and in the same time someone who’s in the psychology field to help the new two “messed up” additions to their team, Bucky Barnes aka the Winter Soldier and Loki aka The God of Mischief. Now, you first laughed in his face because he was actually thinking that those two would accept Tony’s offer to get help from a psychologist but as you saw his serious look you took it granted. You did understand Bucky’s situation, in the end, he was a human before being tortured and manipulated by Hydra, but Loki? A God? To a psychologist? If it wasn’t for Thor who gave you more details in order to understand that Loki is actually emotionally unstable, you would have thought that there must be some tricks behind Loki’s reasons. But then you also found out that he was forced by Thor and Tony in order to stay on Earth to restore Asgard so he barely had any choice to this matter. As for Bucky, he did and did not want to get help. Yes, they’ll be surely a pain in the ass, both of them. Now you got three problematic men with no wish to get better. A great career you’ve got.

“Very funny, Y/N,” Tony rolls his eyes and sits on the sofa in front of you. “I might be annoying but I would never hurt you in any way.”

“Tony, c’mon. I am a psychologist, I am taking a lot of risks with every pacient.”

“I’m sure it’s something trivial for you… to have killers as pacients,”

“Tony!”

“I mean, they are killers if you consider from every point of view,”

“Ok. Bring me those two big bad wolves tomorrow and just let me do my job.”

“Are you sure about this? You can change your mind if you,”

“Yes, I am. Now, anything else you would like to share?”

“See you tomorrow then,” he sits up and before looking worriedly in your direction, he leaves the room.

That’s how you’ve started to work with Bucky and Loki. The first sessions were very awkward and silent. Bucky was barely talking with you and Loki, besides his first three sessions when he did not show up, he was continuously making unnecessary remarks. You’ve then decided to have two sessions per month when you would meet with both of them in the same time, trying to keep them up-to-date with everything trending and “human” (for Loki). You also had the role to make their lives easier since everything around them is new and unknown.

So today, you had to explain to them some slang and “interests” that people have about relationships, including kinky content. You’ve been organizing this session for a long time because you didn’t want to make them feel insulted but you were also flustered especially when you by yourself weren’t very satisfied recently. And you couldn’t deny that these two men are gorgeous. You have never looked at your pacients in that way, but there was something about this two. Are you also idiotically falling for bad boys like the girls you wanted to talk about today? You shudder at the thought, how old are you, Y/N? What the hell are you thinking about? You kept thinking about this and last night had a worrying dream from which you woke up extremely unsatisfied. It was you between two strong lean bodies.

*BEFORE YOU ENTERING THE OFFICE*

“Today’s meeting is going to be interesting,” Loki sits next to Bucky who is looking confused at him.

“There’s something about how humans interact with each other…sexually,” Loki accentuates the last word and Bucky furrows his eyebrows.

“So?” He finally answers.

“I paid her a visit last night and it seems she has another type of lesson in mind for us. Or should I say she wants to practice it?” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Whatever, creeper,” Bucky still tries to analyze Loki’s words.

“Yea, well you aren’t exactly the most normal person out of us,” Loki mutters. “Let me show you,” before Bucky protested Loki’s hand landed on his forehead, showing him the dream he had caught you having last night.

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Eternal

Fandom: The Avengers/MCU

Relationship: Loki/Fem!Reader

Words: 3,778

Summary: Loki tried to live in denial, but he knew it was a reality he would have to face. You would one day die. Loki responds by doing the thing he does whenever he is unhappy with his situation. He schemes. 

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Loki knew objectively that you would one day die.

However, knowing it…and knowing it were two entirely different things.

Loki ran his fingers through your hair and noticed something different about a few of the strands. They were lighter than they had been. They were almost white.

“Love, did you color some of your hair?” he asked, as he gently wrapped a white strand around his finger.

“No, why?”

“It’s white.” he looked down at you with a face of confusion.

You laughed at that, “That’s just something that happens because of stress or age.”

Loki stared down at your head. He had been content to live in denial until that white hair shattered that option for him. He knew that your job was stressful, and that this probably meant nothing. You couldn’t be that old. Not yet. He barely had any time with you.  

But he couldn’t get that word out of his head.

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Late Night's

Loki x Mobius

Summary : Loki and Mobius, overwhelmed with exhaustion, resort to soft touches and a well deserved nap

Working all night, Loki and Mobius had been collecting and examining files for as long as they could remember as of late. When Mobius had told Loki time was different in the Null Time Zone, the God now wished time was predictable. Another file down, Loki consulted to rest his head. Mobius was a humble man, curious and kind hearted, knowing it was time for a well deserved nap...and maybe a shot of whiskey, or two. Using a file, he tapped on the variant's lower arm, catching his partner's attention.

"Come on. It's late and you are going to pass out any second."

"Am not! I'm only resting my eyes, you fool." The God retorted, earning a light chuckle from the agent.

"I'll believe that when I have my jetski."

  Deserting his office chair, Mobius tugged on Loki, helping the taller male up and walk about the halls. This was a reoccurance for the past month. Any worker at TVA would believe the pair would drop from exhaustion, yet they always got up and repeated their days. Not to say they hated it, they loved it. Loki was never a man to sit down and do the actual work, but being able to horse around with Mobius, having the bit of fun they could, it was worth every minute.

Once filled with anger and hurt, Mobius was able to conform Loki into the man he is now. The anger and hurt still there and present, but he had become so much more. Loki knew that somewhere, Thor would be proud of the God he had become.

With their heavy footsteps, they arrived to their shared room, having their eyes dead set on the bed in the next room. Their living quarters wasn't large, but it was doable. It held many artifacts and files, still having the hint of warmth and welcoming mixed into the atmosphere.

"Let's get you to bed. I'll follow you." Mobius muttered, taking off his jacket, tossing it onto a random sofa. Loki did the same, a yawn interrupting his tired thoughts.

  "You sound like my mother, Mobius. You know I can handle myself."

"I know you can, but it is my job to care for you, you know."

"As is mine." Loki responded, his ocean blue's meeting Mobius's own. A comfortable silence fell upon them as they took in each other's presence, soft touches being exchanged. It was moments like these that truly showed how much they cared for one another. They didn't have to speak a word, but they held more conversations in these times than not. Their touches, soft and sweet, were nothing but reassurance, that this wasn't a dream, a wish that would never be granted.

Their lips, rough and cracked, were fit for them. Then they met, it was as if an explosion of emotions arose, leaving a comfortable high resin between the men, almost like magic. Breaths short and heavy, they met gazes once again, the agent breaking the silence, his voice soft, having the roughness of a bad carving, but the smoothness of a rose petal.

 "I love you, Loki." Those four words, so simple, yet so complex, were a mallet to Loki, knocking him to his feet every time. He was a creature that was always told that love wasn't meant for him, a cruel reminder that he was not the same as others. Yet, a mortal had wriggled his way into Loki's life, holding the very emotion Loki wouldn't dream of feeling, shoving it into his face, rubbing it in until the God could see clearly. If Loki had to do it all over again, just to be in this moment longer, he would.

"As I you, Mobius."

As promised, the agent had helped Loki settle into the thick blankets, soon joining his partner, older, but toned arms wrapping around Loki, pushing the God closer to Mobius, just how they liked it. With whispered goodnight's, they drowned themselves in each other's presence, allowing them to return to slumber, work awaiting for them when they awoke.

Broken Mirrors - Chapter 3

Series Summary: On Tony’s request, Loki agrees to help him undo some ancient curses on objects. During his work, he finds a girl trapped in a mirror.

Pairing: Loki x reader

Word Count: 2,369

A/N: Things are progressing! Let me know what y’all think. And please, send an ask if you want to be tagged.

(Series can be found in main masterlist)

The silence in the room was stifling. All around the table, everyone was still, looking at Loki like he’d grown two heads. He tried to not shift, to not let them suspect that he was quite literally holding his breath in anticipation of their response. Nothing happened.

Eventually, Tony cleared his throat and leaned forward with his elbows on the table. He looked at Loki.

“So, for the sake of a recap, let’s go through this again,” he began. “A strange girl that you don’t know, have never met in your life, that you know next to nothing about, tells you a story about how she got tricked into volunteering for HYDRA?”

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Magic and Misfortune (Part One - Loki)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Request:  “I haven’t found someone that writes as well as this for the MCU for a while😂 I’ve seen AUs where gods from different cultures are in one universe and I’ve got a little scenario in my head that sounded pretty cool. Loki x reader who’s a daughter of Zeus. If you could write something like this, that would be AWESOME! Thank you!!😊💕” - Anonymous

Notes: So… I love the idea behind this fic. Not just the request, I love the Greek myth I am reinterpreting and basing it on, and anyone familiar with this particular myth will see how well it fits with Loki. BUT I think my execution here might be a touch lacking, and I’m kinda disappointed in myself and im not sure why really, so if anyone has any opinions, ideas or constructive criticism let me know. I reserve the right to turn this into a series or make this a standalone if I decide not to write part two. It works as both.

*This fic has also not been edited and that’s part of why 

There were more than Nine Realms. A point Asgard, particularly its king, often refused to acknowledge.  

The space between the Nine and the realms beyond was enough to excuse Aesir ignorance for those not amongst the royal court. When one wasn’t dealing regularly with other realms, it was easy to imagine Asgard stood alone, or at least above the rest, and it was effortless to pretend that Odin ruled all of the known worlds. 

He was Odin, after all. He was the All-Father, the Ancient One, the Great King. The stories said he was all seeing and all knowing. The Aesir thought him a man worthy of the crown atop his head. They thought themselves without equal, above all. None held this belief more than Odin.

Tales of his great conquest of the Nine Realms had died on the lips of those few old enough to know them, and many saw him only as their benevolent lord. Few knew the stories of the wars Odin waged. Not the wars against the Jotunns, those were bedtime stories of the Aesir. The subjugation of Vanaheim; the decimation of Alfheim; the destruction of Niflheim: these were stories only for the ears of those most trusted to the King and those so persuasive and cunning that no secret was beyond their reach. 

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Trust Me

Pairing: Loki x reader

Word Count: 1,044

Summary: You are an agent with S.H.I.E.L.D. and are assigned on the case of Loki. What will your final judgment be?

Warnings: N/A, I believe.

A/N: Happy birthday to Tom Hiddleston! <3

Also, this is a bit irrelevant to the events of Thor: The Dark World; my apologies for that.

“I don’t understand,” the clipped, slightly accented and very much annoyed voice of Loki resonated in the empty room, and he fixed his piercing glare on you and his brother Thor, who shifted uncomfortably in his seat yet returned the Trickster’s cool look.

“I have paid my dues. I have understood the weight of my crimes and I have spent a sufficient amount of time in prison, thinking of what I did wrong and doing everything else expected of an inmate like me. Now that you need my assistance, why won’t you just let me out?” he insisted on the same argument he had gone over numerous times but always used slightly different words for. He enunciated every word clearly, as if he was speaking to two rather stubborn children instead of Thor and an experienced S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

“We told you, Loki. You are too dangerous to be trusted. We just need the information,” Thor’s deep, loud, voice boomed and echoed in the confined space of the room you were in.

Loki frowned, his eyes scanning you carefully for anything that might be useful to him, and you allowed yourself to break character long enough to shrug apologetically at him, indicating that it wasn’t in your power to decide about his future.

Loki and you had a rather... interesting relationship that deviated from the usual one between an officer of the law and a criminal. You knew there was good inside him; you knew he had changed, and you knew that well. It had been only last night when, anxious about his interview with you and Thor, he had confessed all of his fears and insecurities to you and kissed you senseless.

There was no hint of the previous night’s desperation and vulnerability in him now. His posture was straight, regal -that of a king’s- and his expression was neutral, almost bored.

“I don’t have the information,” Loki said sharply, the sound of his voice drawing you back to reality. “But I have a way of finding it that would require countless hours of research -and that could only be possible if I were free to go to the palace library,” he said, meaningfully rattling the handcuffs that tied his hands together.

Thor and you shared a look at that and, without a word, you got up and walked out of the room.

“Whatever shall we do, Lady Y/N? I am afraid that Loki is right -we need his help, and it is obvious that the only way to ensure that is to free him. But he is dangerous, and both Asgard and Midgard alike would be enraged if they found out about this. The threat of another of his attacks is too big, and the fear too fresh in the people’s minds. We can’t just cut him loose,” Thor said with a sigh. “I wouldn’t want for my first big and crucial decision to be a failure, but I also cannot let this mission fail, and without Loki’s help, disaster would be imminent.”

You thought for a bit. You, of course, wanted Loki’s freedom. You’d seen a reformed Loki in the cage the previous night, and you wanted the world to understand that he indeed was different.

“Nobody said that the world has to know. And we don’t have to cut him loose either. He asked for a way out of that cage, but any place -if guarded properly- can become a prison. You can convert his rooms into a heavily guarded holding place and you can gradually give him more and more freedom until he either convinces you of his change or gives you a reason to throw him back in jail,” you suggested, and Thor’s frown turned into a smile.

“That’s brilliant -and exactly what we are going to do. But I have to ask a small favour of you. Could you watch him while he does his research? You’re intelligent enough to keep him under control,” he said.

It was your turn to smile. “Certainly. It’d be my pleasure.”

Half an hour later, you were standing near a table inside a vast, seemingly endless, library with Loki next to you. You were so caught up in the mystery and sheer mass of the books that surrounded you that at first you didn’t notice Loki’s piercing gaze.

“What is it?” you asked him, and he continued to look at you in that way that made you feel as if he was reading you. In the end, frustrated, he heaved a sigh.

“It must’ve been you who convinced Thor to give me this -however limited- amount of freedom,” he said, and you smiled, understanding the underlying message. ‘Thank you.’

“I just... I trust you,” you replied, and he chuckled.

“Not a wise decision on your part. I’m a criminal.”

It was your turn to fix him with a piercing glare. “Yes, you are, but I believe you’ve seen that what you did wasn’t right. I believe that a part of you -if not all of you- has changed,” you said firmly, moving closer to him. “I always had my doubts when it came to what everyone said. Last night only helped reassure me. Loki, give me no reason to distrust you, and I won’t,” you told him, and you were happy to see a small, rare, smile appear on his lips.

“Last night... it was good,” you said hesitantly, and his smile turned into a more predatory one. He walked closer to you, backing you up against the table and trapping you between its cold surface and his body.

“But this night can be better,” he muttered, leaning closer to you and pressing his lips on yours. His tongue licked your lower lip and you gave a small moan, opening your mouth to allow him access. The kiss was heated, passionate and needy, very much unlike the previous night’s tender caresses.

“I like the way you trust me,” he muttered as he pulled away, and you barely managed to stifle a whimper at the sight of his heated gaze.

“Always,” you muttered back, and he smirked.

“What do you say we postpone research for a while?” he suggested and, not waiting for a response, leaned closer to capture your lips with his.

betrothed.

request: "You're supposed to marry Thor, but from the first time Loki stole your heart, and one day you decided to take an action which lead you to have sex with Loki and Thor caught both you and Loki, you can add your own idea ☺" -@midnightbarnes97

summary: Set before Thor 1 - you are Thor's betrothed, but you had always preferred his brother.

chapter: 1/?

words: 1,671

warnings: none

next chapter: chapter two.

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      You were only seven years old when you first entered the palace, shimmering from the light reflecting off of the outer walls. You had no knowledge of how Asgard received all the gold, although you certainly would not complain. You also had no knowledge of why you were even there - you were an Asgardian child, not special. Even so, you were excited to find out what was in store for you. You had never met the royal family before despite seeing them, and you had heard of the young princes and hoped to at least make a friendship with one, if not both. You were led in by your mother, who had dressed you in a long sleeved, satin, lavender gown.

      "I love you, my sweet Y/N. We may not see each other for a long time, but it's for the good of Asgard. I will miss you terribly." She presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before looking at you with sorrow and love. Your excitement suddenly shifted to confusion and fear - why would you not see her again for a while? Where were you going? How is it for the good of Asgard?

      "What? Why will I not see you?" You look at her when she takes a step away, making her pause.

      "It depends on if you are chosen."

        "Chosen?! For what?" Your voice becomes frantic as she keeps walking away, unable to look back at you, knowing it'll make it harder for her than it already is to leave her youngest child. She walks out of the front doors that close behind her before you hear a different voice.

        "Chosen to be my son's betrothed." You whirl around to face Odin, four guards behind him. In your current of desperation, you don't notice the two princes hiding behind him, peeking out to look at you.

         "Betrothed? Why me? And if I may ask, to which prince?" You inquire as you take a step back. All you could think was that you'd rather be back home with your family - smiling, laughing, enjoying every moment. Not cooped up to follow specific instructions, to live by a code, to appear perfect - to be a princess, and someday queen. Odin hesitated before responding, realizing he would have to clarify which of the two he meant and that you wouldn't know of Loki's true heritage.

         "Thor. He is your age and has been excited to meet you, I believe you will do well for him." As he speaks, Thor walks out from behind him, smiling broadly as he walks to you, making you tense slightly as he pulls you into a tight hug, practically picking you up off the ground.

          "Y/N, I've heard so much about you! I hope you like being my future wife!" He speaks cheerfully, almost overwhelmingly so, before you hear a light sigh as someone taps his shoulder and he pulls away.

           "Brother, that is no way to touch such a beautiful girl the moment you meet her, she's probably frightened." You watch Loki scold Thor, who rolls his eyes, before Loki's emerald orbs meet your e/c ones. "I'm terribly sorry, Lady Y/N. It's an honor to meet you." You smile softly at his manners as he takes your hand and gently kisses it, not breaking eye contact once, making you blush.

            "That is enough, brother. Remember, she is to be my wife, not yours." Thor huffs and crosses his arms, making you suddenly notice the jealousy in Thor's expression, along with shock that only the brothers would know as Thor being unused to being the ignored one of the two. You don't notice as Odin turns to one of the guards, whispering to him that the prince had chosen his princess, and the guard nods before turning to the other three, the four of them then walking away.

            "I was only trying to be a comforting friend instead of an overwhelming oaf." Loki rolls his eyes and you cant help but giggle at his remark about Thor, making him grin softly at you, glad to have put a smile on your face. You had felt your heart skip a beat, a feeling you had never felt blooming inside your chest that at the time you could only identify as excessive happiness. You hadn't known it then, but the moment he flashed that grin, was the moment you decided you preferred him - and that you always would.

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       As you entered your adolescence, you had grown accustomed to living in the palace. You visited your family one a week, which you looked forward to. You had spent much of your time with Thor since your arrival, not by choice but because Odin wanted you to - not to mention Thor's constantly growing fixation on you. You knew he adored you, he always had. He was proud of you, and like the warrior he was, saw you as an accomplishment.

      You never had liked that, you wanted to be Y/N, not just "Thor's girlfriend", or "Thor's betrothed", or "Thor's accomplishment", or the worst you'd heard - "Thor's trophy". The idea of not being able to choose who you are wed to for the rest of your life, instead forced to with someone you don't even love, sickened you. Every time someone brought up the inevitable marriage and images of you in a white gown, saying your vows to the God of Thunder, made your stomach twist. However, you would constantly find yourself happily daydreaming about being in that gown, saying those vows - to Loki. That made your stomach get butterflies, not a sick feeling.

       And every time you snapped back to reality, whether it was by Thor waving his hand in your face, the sun changing position and requiring you to avert your gaze, or Odin's booming voice giving orders, you found yourself disappointed with reality. Disappointed that one day, the man standing in front of you would have golden blonde hair and blue eyes, not short, raven locks with green eyes that you'd stare into all day if he let you.

       You knew he would, though. You knew Loki would do anything for you, regardless of whether you were to be his brother's wife or not.  You knew the way Loki would look at you when he thought you didn't notice. The way he got heart eyes when you walked in the room, and boiling envy when Thor would walk in moments later, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your head, your lips, and if he was feeling more possessive than normal, your neck. You knew you were the reason that when it came time for him to pick a betrothed, he rejected every single one. You were honestly impressed, given that there was 69 girls he had to turn down, a couple of them ones that had been previously rejected by Thor.

Of course, this didn't bother you, considering you felt the same way about him. You preferred his intelligent, deep conversations to Thor's, where he would joke, show you off like an object, and of course, boast about his latest victory. You preferred Loki's smile - bright, pure yet mischievous at the same time - to Thor's childish grins after he'd killed off enemies in battles. You preferred opening up to Loki, he seemed to be more understanding and thoughtful, because he knew that when he was having bad moments of his own that you'd be there for him. You preferred Loki's body, the grace of it when he'd wield his knives while training, instead of Thor's overbearing presence with biceps the size of your head. You preferred Loki's magic and intellect to Thor's brute strength - when he wielded his seidr it would mesmerize you to watch, but when Thor was fighting viciously, sometimes you couldn’t imagine the softness in his eyes when he looks at you being possible.

Despite how much it annoyed you to hear Thor's tales repeatedly, to hear him boast and laugh, like so much death was something to be taken lightly, Loki made it worth it. He rarely went with Thor, Sif, and the Warrior's Three on their quests. Instead, you would walk with him in the gardens, you would go horse back riding, you would sneak into each other's rooms to chat, read together, and comfort one another, you would go onto the balcony and look at the sunset and stars. Sometimes Loki would even use his magic to entertain you, especially when you were sad - one time, when you were feeling absolutely terrible from stress and sadness, he even created an enchanted rose so that every time you held it, it would project every happy memory of you and Loki together. Of course, you had to hide it whenever Thor came to your chambers, but that was no problem. You loved that rose, with the soft green and gold shimmer encasing it, because every time Loki couldn't be there, it almost felt like he was. 

In all honesty, Loki didn't just make that worth it, he made everything worth it. Watching Thor train, Frigga speaking to you of duties as queen, training with Sif, parties and feasts with Thor, Odin, and his friends, and perhaps the most overwhelming part -  the talk of you bearing Thor's heirs for the future. You never wanted to be in a relationship with Thor, let alone marriage - and now you'll be forced to have his children? Sometimes, you were unsure of whether you'd do it, but then you remembered you had no say in it. The topic always made you want to run and hide, to find Loki so he can hold you and stroke your hair until you calm down, no one visiting or walking into his chambers to catch you. It was during moments like these - where there was silence except for the crackle of firewood, both you and the God content and at peace - where the words were unspoken, but you would both silently know they were true.

I love you.

I love you too.

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I Think He Knows

Summary: You’re suspicious that Loki can read your mind so you decide to test that theory.

Pairing: Loki x reader

Word Count: 2,357

A/N: So this is v v loosely based on I Think He Knows by Taylor Swift, but not really? I just wanted to give the credit that is due before anyone says i didnt. Hope yall like it!

Main Masterlist

He definitely knew.

You were hyper aware of the fact that his stare was on you, his eyes on the back of your head, making your cheeks heat up. You pointedly continued doing what you were doing, though. You nodded along to whatever Thor was saying (you had stopped listening about two minutes ago). Fandral laughed loudly then, followed by Volstagg and Sif, and you forced yourself to chuckle as well, praying you looked believable. You didn’t feel bad about your lack of concentration towards the story at hand. It wasn’t your fault that Loki was burning holes in your head. That every time he did that, it made your heartbeat skip like it was running a marathon. 

He just had that effect on you. And he definitely knew.

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Y/N: If I got killed, would you-

Loki: No.

Y/N: I didn't even finish.

Loki: You don't have to.

Loki: Bold of you to assume I'd let anyone touch you or even think about hurting you.

Intimate Services: Featuring Expenses!Loki

You work in the administration department for Stark Industries in their London office, processing a slew of business expenses for everyone connected to The Avengers. One dismal Tuesday morning, you catch an out-of-policy item that you absolutely cannot let slide. A transaction with the label ‘Intimate Services’ by one Loki Laufeyson.

Words: 5,000 Contains: Fluff, flirting and comfort. Arrogant and mildly defensive Loki, if you squint.

Warnings: Strong language throughout. Sexual references. An ending so sweet it’ll give you tooth rot. A/N: Special special thanks to @lokisgoodgirl​, who not only helped birth Expenses!Loki, but also helped me understand how to write Loki out-of-Asgard and what his demeanour would be like and how we could get him to soften. Thank you LGG, I love you!! 

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Intimate Services. Fucking hell. This guy’s literally hiring escorts on the company’s dime.

You closed the spreadsheet with Loki Laufeyson’s transactions for the past month, and reviewed the email in your drafts.

You proof-read your words for what was surely the 46th time, eyes flitting across the screen rapidly from left to right, before returning to the top of the email to once again scrutinize your introduction.

Dear Loki,

No, too romantic.

Loki Laufeyson.

With a full-stop? As an intro? Too aggressive. I’m way too British for that.

Good afternoon Sir,

Too impersonal. And Sir? What is it, 1893?

Hi Mr. Loki,

Fuck it. That’ll do. He’s probably not even awake, it’s the middle of the night in New York.

Right. Fine.

Just fucking send it.

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can you please do a plus size reader that has an eating disorder and he helps her see her beauty? It would mean alot to me. it doesnt have to have smut. if not its ok really!

This is my longest drabble till date, all because I couldn't make myself stop! Get ready for some major FLUFF!

It was a hot summer day, and everyone was enjoying a nice pool party at Tony Stark's vacation home.

Well, everyone but you.

As one of his assistants, it was your job to be there. Because despite the vacation mood, Tony Stark was always working.

He had invited you over as well, but since the theme was swimwear, you stood out like a sore thumb in your loose summer dress.

Why the summer dress? Because you felt terribly self-conscious among all these 'god bods,' given how you were a plus sized individual.

Needless to say, your mood was off and you were not really involved in the party. You just hung out in the shade, away from the pool itself, and busied yourself with making perfunctory adjustments to Stark's schedule and project related orders.

So you were genuinely startled when someone slid into the chair next to you and offered you a bowl of fruit.

Looking up, you discovered that it was Loki, mischief personified. Just like you, he wasn’t dressed for the pool either--wearing a simple charcoal t-shirt and pants instead (still looked smoking hot, though).

Immediately, you were on high alert, wondering if some kind of trick was up his sleeve. Why else would he approach you? Because despite your inherent attraction to him, he had never really shown interest in you. Hell, he hadn’t interacted with you beyond whatever was required for his involvement in Stark's various pet projects. Why now?

“Umm… hi?” you began awkwardly, giving him a small smile as you straightened up, brushing the folds of your dress to smoothen it.”May I help you with something?”

“Hello dear,” he said, tilting his head a bit, his handsome face inscrutable. “Always so professional and to the point. What are you doing here, all by yourself?”

The fruit bowl was still on offer, and honestly, you didn’t know what to do with it. So you ignored it.

“I’m still working,” you tried to explain.

“No, you aren’t,” he countered quickly, not letting you go on any further. “Stark’s affirmations aside, I’m pretty good at detecting deception. You’re not working, you’re hiding. I’m curious as to why.”

That was… too on the nose. And it made you feel as though you were a bug and he had you under a magnifying glass.

You didn’t like that. So you showed him your tablet with the scheduling app open in it.

“You’re far too confident about your observations, good sir.”

He chuckled, picking a grape from the bowl he was still holding out for you. “Hmm, I quite like the sound of that.”

“The sound of what?”

He popped the grape in his mouth and chewed slowly, gazing into your eyes all this while. “Nevermind.”

The fruit bowl was pushed at you again. This time, more insistently. You sighed.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You never really are, are you?”

You narrowed your eyes. “What do you mean?”

“We are on our third day of vacation, and I haven’t seen you eat much up till now. During meal times, you’re either not present at the table, or you simply eat like a wee bird. And even now, you’re resisting.”

His observation wasn’t wrong at all. You were just too anxious about food, especially around other people, and it messed with your appetite in a big way. You ended up skipping your meals a lot, even though you knew that it wasn’t healthy.

Still, it rankled that he was pointing it out so openly.

“It isn’t your job to watch my eating habits.”

“But what if I make it so?”

What did that even mean?

You frowned as you set the tablet aside and turned towards him fully, still ignoring the fruit bowl. “There’s no need. I’m fine. I… ate earlier.”

He sighed, giving you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes this time. “As I said, I can detect deception. Try again. How about actually eating one of these with me?” He nodded at the fruits again.

Seriously, what was his problem? Was he hazing you? Trying to tease you about your weight or something?

“I don’t feel hungry.”

“Is that an honest answer?” he asked, grasping your hand.

What happened next startled you enough to make you yelp.

He freaking teleported you!

“Loki! What the hell?!” Instinctively, you grabbed his arms and held onto him, having lost your sense of balance as you whooshed through the air. “Why did you do this?”

“I thought it convenient,” was all you got in response, much to your growing annoyance.

“Cut it out! Stop this… prank…trick… whatever it is that you’re trying to pull on me!” you cried out, pushing away from him finally.

As you looked around, you discovered that he had brought you to your suite. For unknown, likely stupid reasons.

“Prank?” He grasped your hand again, much more gently this time. “No. That’s only reserved for the individuals wading in the waterhole outside.”

“Then what is the meaning of… all this? Why the fruit bowl? Why bring me here? What do you want?”

“You aren’t taking care of yourself; I noticed,” he replied, sounding earnest this time, even though you still had your doubts about why he was so focused on you. “I know that you don’t trust me, because of my notoriety and past actions, but I promise you, my intentions are honest and my concern genuine. Till date, I have observed you from afar, because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with my presence, for obvious reasons. But I couldn’t take it anymore…”

You still couldn’t quite believe his words. “Why do you care?”

He looked away for a bit, out the window of your living room, as if contemplating what he’d say next. Then, his gaze sharpened as it turned back to you. “You’re sweet and kind, sharp of wit, knowledgeable and resourceful in ways that are lost to me, ethereal in your beauty and full of quiet grace; I feel drawn to you. Why shouldn’t I? Is there a rule that stops me from caring about someone like you? Or is it that you think me incapable of doing so?”

You just stared at him in disbelief. Did he actually mean all of that? But…

“That’s not it, Loki. I’m sorry.” You shook your head, prying your eyes away from his intense gaze. It was making you hot all over. “The unspoken societal norms say that you shouldn’t. I’m just Mr. Stark’s tubby, lowly assistant. Technically, you don’t even know me. I don’t actually belong here; I’m only here because of my job.”

He took your name then, softly, in a lilting tone that made you feel… special, somehow. Like you were the centre of his universe. It was unnerving as much as it was flattering. It made you freeze like a deer in headlights.

“Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps I don’t know you that well. One can only do so much from afar, after all. But I want to know you. Will you turn me away? And even when you do… do you think that I will stop caring about you? Do you think that the heart works on such cold logic?”

His hand framed your cheek then, drawing you in even as you desperately tried to make sense of and accept what he was saying.

You didn’t have the answers to any of his questions. You simply watched him in mute surprise and growing nerves, your lips parting slowly as he caressed your face in tender supplication.

“Please, let me take care of you. Let me prove to you that I’m not tricking you. I want to see you happy and thriving.”

You blinked several times as you tried to absorb his confession. It still didn’t make sense, but his eyes held an honesty to them that couldn’t be denied. Yes, he was the trickster who everyone was wary of, but at present, he wasn’t playing that role.

There was no benefit to be had in playing tricks on you, after all. You had always treated him with respect; he had no reason to be antagonistic towards you.

“I… I don’t feel comfortable eating around other people,” you admitted finally, looking down in shame. “I feel like a fat pig who’s gorging on food, that everyone is judging me for simply existing. I’m sorry I was so standoffish about it.”

“You needn’t apologize. I may not know exactly how it feels to be in your position, but I do know how it feels to be uncomfortable in one’s own skin.” He pressed his forehead to yours, just holding you close as he said that.

The simple intimacy of it was a great comfort, one you didn’t even know you needed.

Slowly, you let go of the tension you had been holding in your shoulders, wrapping your arms around him.

“You really think I’m beautiful?” you whispered, too afraid to ask aloud.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” he asked rhetorically, tracing your lips with his thumb. The sensual touch was utterly disarming. “You don’t see yourself as I see you, sweet one. I think I’ll make it my mission in life to make you believe it. Will you allow me?”

Your whole face was on fire. “Are you asking me out?”

He chuckled, nudging your nose with his. “That is exactly what I’m doing.”

When he kissed you, your whole body felt electrified. This had to be a dream… and you were about to wake up. You wanted to wake up, because this would otherwise be horribly cruel on you.

But you didn’t wake up… because, you discovered, as he backed you up against a wall, that you weren’t dreaming. This was real. His coaxing lips on yours was very tangible and alluring.

You shivered and gasped as he deepened the kiss, his tongue playing against yours, dominant but still tender. For the next few moments you were completely lost to the world, being held by the dreamiest guy you had ever met.

No, he wasn’t a mere ‘guy,’ he was an otherworldly being, a god… and he had chosen you.

“So, do you want to eat with me? I’m feeling quite famished now,” he murmured when your lips parted, breathing heavily.

He asked you so sweetly… How could you say no to that?

“I’ll try.”

“Good girl.” Taking your hand, he took you to the sofa and sat down, pulling you onto his lap. “Let me feed you.”

Soon, you found yourself all wrapped up in him as he fed you the fruits, one bite at a time. After each bite, he kissed you, letting you feel the pure desire he held for you. Surprisingly, it helped you in keeping the food in, for he took your anxiety away with every little kiss he bestowed on you.

The fruit bowl was empty in no time at all… much to your amazement. All thanks to Loki… who had made you feel beautiful, who had pried your worries away with his sweet words and loving gestures.

And kisses. Lots of kisses.

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can you please do a plus size reader that has an eating disorder and he helps her see her beauty? It would mean alot to me. it doesnt have to have smut. if not its ok really!

This is my longest drabble till date, all because I couldn't make myself stop! Get ready for some major FLUFF!

It was a hot summer day, and everyone was enjoying a nice pool party at Tony Stark's vacation home.

Well, everyone but you.

As one of his assistants, it was your job to be there. Because despite the vacation mood, Tony Stark was always working.

He had invited you over as well, but since the theme was swimwear, you stood out like a sore thumb in your loose summer dress.

Why the summer dress? Because you felt terribly self-conscious among all these 'god bods,' given how you were a plus sized individual.

Needless to say, your mood was off and you were not really involved in the party. You just hung out in the shade, away from the pool itself, and busied yourself with making perfunctory adjustments to Stark's schedule and project related orders.

So you were genuinely startled when someone slid into the chair next to you and offered you a bowl of fruit.

Looking up, you discovered that it was Loki, mischief personified. Just like you, he wasn’t dressed for the pool either--wearing a simple charcoal t-shirt and pants instead (still looked smoking hot, though).

Immediately, you were on high alert, wondering if some kind of trick was up his sleeve. Why else would he approach you? Because despite your inherent attraction to him, he had never really shown interest in you. Hell, he hadn’t interacted with you beyond whatever was required for his involvement in Stark's various pet projects. Why now?

“Umm… hi?” you began awkwardly, giving him a small smile as you straightened up, brushing the folds of your dress to smoothen it.”May I help you with something?”

“Hello dear,” he said, tilting his head a bit, his handsome face inscrutable. “Always so professional and to the point. What are you doing here, all by yourself?”

The fruit bowl was still on offer, and honestly, you didn’t know what to do with it. So you ignored it.

“I’m still working,” you tried to explain.

“No, you aren’t,” he countered quickly, not letting you go on any further. “Stark’s affirmations aside, I’m pretty good at detecting deception. You’re not working, you’re hiding. I’m curious as to why.”

That was… too on the nose. And it made you feel as though you were a bug and he had you under a magnifying glass.

You didn’t like that. So you showed him your tablet with the scheduling app open in it.

“You’re far too confident about your observations, good sir.”

He chuckled, picking a grape from the bowl he was still holding out for you. “Hmm, I quite like the sound of that.”

“The sound of what?”

He popped the grape in his mouth and chewed slowly, gazing into your eyes all this while. “Nevermind.”

The fruit bowl was pushed at you again. This time, more insistently. You sighed.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You never really are, are you?”

You narrowed your eyes. “What do you mean?”

“We are on our third day of vacation, and I haven’t seen you eat much up till now. During meal times, you’re either not present at the table, or you simply eat like a wee bird. And even now, you’re resisting.”

His observation wasn’t wrong at all. You were just too anxious about food, especially around other people, and it messed with your appetite in a big way. You ended up skipping your meals a lot, even though you knew that it wasn’t healthy.

Still, it rankled that he was pointing it out so openly.

“It isn’t your job to watch my eating habits.”

“But what if I make it so?”

What did that even mean?

You frowned as you set the tablet aside and turned towards him fully, still ignoring the fruit bowl. “There’s no need. I’m fine. I… ate earlier.”

He sighed, giving you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes this time. “As I said, I can detect deception. Try again. How about actually eating one of these with me?” He nodded at the fruits again.

Seriously, what was his problem? Was he hazing you? Trying to tease you about your weight or something?

“I don’t feel hungry.”

“Is that an honest answer?” he asked, grasping your hand.

What happened next startled you enough to make you yelp.

He freaking teleported you!

“Loki! What the hell?!” Instinctively, you grabbed his arms and held onto him, having lost your sense of balance as you whooshed through the air. “Why did you do this?”

“I thought it convenient,” was all you got in response, much to your growing annoyance.

“Cut it out! Stop this… prank…trick… whatever it is that you’re trying to pull on me!” you cried out, pushing away from him finally.

As you looked around, you discovered that he had brought you to your suite. For unknown, likely stupid reasons.

“Prank?” He grasped your hand again, much more gently this time. “No. That’s only reserved for the individuals wading in the waterhole outside.”

“Then what is the meaning of… all this? Why the fruit bowl? Why bring me here? What do you want?”

“You aren’t taking care of yourself; I noticed,” he replied, sounding earnest this time, even though you still had your doubts about why he was so focused on you. “I know that you don’t trust me, because of my notoriety and past actions, but I promise you, my intentions are honest and my concern genuine. Till date, I have observed you from afar, because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with my presence, for obvious reasons. But I couldn’t take it anymore…”

You still couldn’t quite believe his words. “Why do you care?”

He looked away for a bit, out the window of your living room, as if contemplating what he’d say next. Then, his gaze sharpened as it turned back to you. “You’re sweet and kind, sharp of wit, knowledgeable and resourceful in ways that are lost to me, ethereal in your beauty and full of quiet grace; I feel drawn to you. Why shouldn’t I? Is there a rule that stops me from caring about someone like you? Or is it that you think me incapable of doing so?”

You just stared at him in disbelief. Did he actually mean all of that? But…

“That’s not it, Loki. I’m sorry.” You shook your head, prying your eyes away from his intense gaze. It was making you hot all over. “The unspoken societal norms say that you shouldn’t. I’m just Mr. Stark’s tubby, lowly assistant. Technically, you don’t even know me. I don’t actually belong here; I’m only here because of my job.”

He took your name then, softly, in a lilting tone that made you feel… special, somehow. Like you were the centre of his universe. It was unnerving as much as it was flattering. It made you freeze like a deer in headlights.

“Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps I don’t know you that well. One can only do so much from afar, after all. But I want to know you. Will you turn me away? And even when you do… do you think that I will stop caring about you? Do you think that the heart works on such cold logic?”

His hand framed your cheek then, drawing you in even as you desperately tried to make sense of and accept what he was saying.

You didn’t have the answers to any of his questions. You simply watched him in mute surprise and growing nerves, your lips parting slowly as he caressed your face in tender supplication.

“Please, let me take care of you. Let me prove to you that I’m not tricking you. I want to see you happy and thriving.”

You blinked several times as you tried to absorb his confession. It still didn’t make sense, but his eyes held an honesty to them that couldn’t be denied. Yes, he was the trickster who everyone was wary of, but at present, he wasn’t playing that role.

There was no benefit to be had in playing tricks on you, after all. You had always treated him with respect; he had no reason to be antagonistic towards you.

“I… I don’t feel comfortable eating around other people,” you admitted finally, looking down in shame. “I feel like a fat pig who’s gorging on food, that everyone is judging me for simply existing. I’m sorry I was so standoffish about it.”

“You needn’t apologize. I may not know exactly how it feels to be in your position, but I do know how it feels to be uncomfortable in one’s own skin.” He pressed his forehead to yours, just holding you close as he said that.

The simple intimacy of it was a great comfort, one you didn’t even know you needed.

Slowly, you let go of the tension you had been holding in your shoulders, wrapping your arms around him.

“You really think I’m beautiful?” you whispered, too afraid to ask aloud.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” he asked rhetorically, tracing your lips with his thumb. The sensual touch was utterly disarming. “You don’t see yourself as I see you, sweet one. I think I’ll make it my mission in life to make you believe it. Will you allow me?”

Your whole face was on fire. “Are you asking me out?”

He chuckled, nudging your nose with his. “That is exactly what I’m doing.”

When he kissed you, your whole body felt electrified. This had to be a dream… and you were about to wake up. You wanted to wake up, because this would otherwise be horribly cruel on you.

But you didn’t wake up… because, you discovered, as he backed you up against a wall, that you weren’t dreaming. This was real. His coaxing lips on yours was very tangible and alluring.

You shivered and gasped as he deepened the kiss, his tongue playing against yours, dominant but still tender. For the next few moments you were completely lost to the world, being held by the dreamiest guy you had ever met.

No, he wasn’t a mere ‘guy,’ he was an otherworldly being, a god… and he had chosen you.

“So, do you want to eat with me? I’m feeling quite famished now,” he murmured when your lips parted, breathing heavily.

He asked you so sweetly… How could you say no to that?

“I’ll try.”

“Good girl.” Taking your hand, he took you to the sofa and sat down, pulling you onto his lap. “Let me feed you.”

Soon, you found yourself all wrapped up in him as he fed you the fruits, one bite at a time. After each bite, he kissed you, letting you feel the pure desire he held for you. Surprisingly, it helped you in keeping the food in, for he took your anxiety away with every little kiss he bestowed on you.

The fruit bowl was empty in no time at all… much to your amazement. All thanks to Loki… who had made you feel beautiful, who had pried your worries away with his sweet words and loving gestures.

And kisses. Lots of kisses.

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can you please do a plus size reader that has an eating disorder and he helps her see her beauty? It would mean alot to me. it doesnt have to have smut. if not its ok really!

This is my longest drabble till date, all because I couldn't make myself stop! Get ready for some major FLUFF!

It was a hot summer day, and everyone was enjoying a nice pool party at Tony Stark's vacation home.

Well, everyone but you.

As one of his assistants, it was your job to be there. Because despite the vacation mood, Tony Stark was always working.

He had invited you over as well, but since the theme was swimwear, you stood out like a sore thumb in your loose summer dress.

Why the summer dress? Because you felt terribly self-conscious among all these 'god bods,' given how you were a plus sized individual.

Needless to say, your mood was off and you were not really involved in the party. You just hung out in the shade, away from the pool itself, and busied yourself with making perfunctory adjustments to Stark's schedule and project related orders.

So you were genuinely startled when someone slid into the chair next to you and offered you a bowl of fruit.

Looking up, you discovered that it was Loki, mischief personified. Just like you, he wasn’t dressed for the pool either--wearing a simple charcoal t-shirt and pants instead (still looked smoking hot, though).

Immediately, you were on high alert, wondering if some kind of trick was up his sleeve. Why else would he approach you? Because despite your inherent attraction to him, he had never really shown interest in you. Hell, he hadn’t interacted with you beyond whatever was required for his involvement in Stark's various pet projects. Why now?

“Umm… hi?” you began awkwardly, giving him a small smile as you straightened up, brushing the folds of your dress to smoothen it.”May I help you with something?”

“Hello dear,” he said, tilting his head a bit, his handsome face inscrutable. “Always so professional and to the point. What are you doing here, all by yourself?”

The fruit bowl was still on offer, and honestly, you didn’t know what to do with it. So you ignored it.

“I’m still working,” you tried to explain.

“No, you aren’t,” he countered quickly, not letting you go on any further. “Stark’s affirmations aside, I’m pretty good at detecting deception. You’re not working, you’re hiding. I’m curious as to why.”

That was… too on the nose. And it made you feel as though you were a bug and he had you under a magnifying glass.

You didn’t like that. So you showed him your tablet with the scheduling app open in it.

“You’re far too confident about your observations, good sir.”

He chuckled, picking a grape from the bowl he was still holding out for you. “Hmm, I quite like the sound of that.”

“The sound of what?”

He popped the grape in his mouth and chewed slowly, gazing into your eyes all this while. “Nevermind.”

The fruit bowl was pushed at you again. This time, more insistently. You sighed.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You never really are, are you?”

You narrowed your eyes. “What do you mean?”

“We are on our third day of vacation, and I haven’t seen you eat much up till now. During meal times, you’re either not present at the table, or you simply eat like a wee bird. And even now, you’re resisting.”

His observation wasn’t wrong at all. You were just too anxious about food, especially around other people, and it messed with your appetite in a big way. You ended up skipping your meals a lot, even though you knew that it wasn’t healthy.

Still, it rankled that he was pointing it out so openly.

“It isn’t your job to watch my eating habits.”

“But what if I make it so?”

What did that even mean?

You frowned as you set the tablet aside and turned towards him fully, still ignoring the fruit bowl. “There’s no need. I’m fine. I… ate earlier.”

He sighed, giving you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes this time. “As I said, I can detect deception. Try again. How about actually eating one of these with me?” He nodded at the fruits again.

Seriously, what was his problem? Was he hazing you? Trying to tease you about your weight or something?

“I don’t feel hungry.”

“Is that an honest answer?” he asked, grasping your hand.

What happened next startled you enough to make you yelp.

He freaking teleported you!

“Loki! What the hell?!” Instinctively, you grabbed his arms and held onto him, having lost your sense of balance as you whooshed through the air. “Why did you do this?”

“I thought it convenient,” was all you got in response, much to your growing annoyance.

“Cut it out! Stop this… prank…trick… whatever it is that you’re trying to pull on me!” you cried out, pushing away from him finally.

As you looked around, you discovered that he had brought you to your suite. For unknown, likely stupid reasons.

“Prank?” He grasped your hand again, much more gently this time. “No. That’s only reserved for the individuals wading in the waterhole outside.”

“Then what is the meaning of… all this? Why the fruit bowl? Why bring me here? What do you want?”

“You aren’t taking care of yourself; I noticed,” he replied, sounding earnest this time, even though you still had your doubts about why he was so focused on you. “I know that you don’t trust me, because of my notoriety and past actions, but I promise you, my intentions are honest and my concern genuine. Till date, I have observed you from afar, because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with my presence, for obvious reasons. But I couldn’t take it anymore…”

You still couldn’t quite believe his words. “Why do you care?”

He looked away for a bit, out the window of your living room, as if contemplating what he’d say next. Then, his gaze sharpened as it turned back to you. “You’re sweet and kind, sharp of wit, knowledgeable and resourceful in ways that are lost to me, ethereal in your beauty and full of quiet grace; I feel drawn to you. Why shouldn’t I? Is there a rule that stops me from caring about someone like you? Or is it that you think me incapable of doing so?”

You just stared at him in disbelief. Did he actually mean all of that? But…

“That’s not it, Loki. I’m sorry.” You shook your head, prying your eyes away from his intense gaze. It was making you hot all over. “The unspoken societal norms say that you shouldn’t. I’m just Mr. Stark’s tubby, lowly assistant. Technically, you don’t even know me. I don’t actually belong here; I’m only here because of my job.”

He took your name then, softly, in a lilting tone that made you feel… special, somehow. Like you were the centre of his universe. It was unnerving as much as it was flattering. It made you freeze like a deer in headlights.

“Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps I don’t know you that well. One can only do so much from afar, after all. But I want to know you. Will you turn me away? And even when you do… do you think that I will stop caring about you? Do you think that the heart works on such cold logic?”

His hand framed your cheek then, drawing you in even as you desperately tried to make sense of and accept what he was saying.

You didn’t have the answers to any of his questions. You simply watched him in mute surprise and growing nerves, your lips parting slowly as he caressed your face in tender supplication.

“Please, let me take care of you. Let me prove to you that I’m not tricking you. I want to see you happy and thriving.”

You blinked several times as you tried to absorb his confession. It still didn’t make sense, but his eyes held an honesty to them that couldn’t be denied. Yes, he was the trickster who everyone was wary of, but at present, he wasn’t playing that role.

There was no benefit to be had in playing tricks on you, after all. You had always treated him with respect; he had no reason to be antagonistic towards you.

“I… I don’t feel comfortable eating around other people,” you admitted finally, looking down in shame. “I feel like a fat pig who’s gorging on food, that everyone is judging me for simply existing. I’m sorry I was so standoffish about it.”

“You needn’t apologize. I may not know exactly how it feels to be in your position, but I do know how it feels to be uncomfortable in one’s own skin.” He pressed his forehead to yours, just holding you close as he said that.

The simple intimacy of it was a great comfort, one you didn’t even know you needed.

Slowly, you let go of the tension you had been holding in your shoulders, wrapping your arms around him.

“You really think I’m beautiful?” you whispered, too afraid to ask aloud.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” he asked rhetorically, tracing your lips with his thumb. The sensual touch was utterly disarming. “You don’t see yourself as I see you, sweet one. I think I’ll make it my mission in life to make you believe it. Will you allow me?”

Your whole face was on fire. “Are you asking me out?”

He chuckled, nudging your nose with his. “That is exactly what I’m doing.”

When he kissed you, your whole body felt electrified. This had to be a dream… and you were about to wake up. You wanted to wake up, because this would otherwise be horribly cruel on you.

But you didn’t wake up… because, you discovered, as he backed you up against a wall, that you weren’t dreaming. This was real. His coaxing lips on yours was very tangible and alluring.

You shivered and gasped as he deepened the kiss, his tongue playing against yours, dominant but still tender. For the next few moments you were completely lost to the world, being held by the dreamiest guy you had ever met.

No, he wasn’t a mere ‘guy,’ he was an otherworldly being, a god… and he had chosen you.

“So, do you want to eat with me? I’m feeling quite famished now,” he murmured when your lips parted, breathing heavily.

He asked you so sweetly… How could you say no to that?

“I’ll try.”

“Good girl.” Taking your hand, he took you to the sofa and sat down, pulling you onto his lap. “Let me feed you.”

Soon, you found yourself all wrapped up in him as he fed you the fruits, one bite at a time. After each bite, he kissed you, letting you feel the pure desire he held for you. Surprisingly, it helped you in keeping the food in, for he took your anxiety away with every little kiss he bestowed on you.

The fruit bowl was empty in no time at all… much to your amazement. All thanks to Loki… who had made you feel beautiful, who had pried your worries away with his sweet words and loving gestures.

And kisses. Lots of kisses.

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Forget Me Not... Masterlist-

Based on this request...this one hurts, be prepared!

--this started as a one shot and grew to a mini-series, I blame peer pressure lol so i put a masterlist together to make them easier to find. thank you guys so so much for all the comments, reblogs, and support you guys give me!!!! I can't tell you how much it means to me!!!! Love you guys!!!!!! 💚💚💚

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: mentions of accident, mentions of blood, memory loss, malnutrition, dehydration, major depression, death ideation, crying, heartbreak, guilt, anger, isolation, mentions of trauma, mentions of illness, minor smut (nothing graphic) mind manipulation, hospitalization, mentions of iv's, recovery, literally all the angst, this one hurts, please read the warnings, angst with happy ending.

Summary: you and Loki had been together almost a year, you had never been happier as he asked you to move in with him. It all falls apart when you go on a mission and a freak accident causes Loki to lose his memory of you and what you had. You try to cope as you watch the love of your life not know who you are.........

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Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Loki: (y/n) will never love you. Bucky: (y/n) will love me. (y/n) won't love you Loki: I guess we will have find out who will win her heart then Bucky: I guess so. (y/n): would you stop fighting over me. I'm not your last piece meat

Loki: LET ME OUT. I NEED TO SEE (y/ n)

Isn't bite also touch?

Chapter six! (Chapter 7)

(Loki X Female demon!reader)

Summary of the chapter: It's the first Stark's party you two are going to, what's going to happen?

Warnings: fingering, oral sex, vomiting, handjob, and a lot of blasphemy, I assume. We have this a lot here.

Taglist: @mischief2sarawr @dangertoozmanykids101

Note: It shouldn't have taken so long, but this chapter contains almost 8k words, I hope it's not too exhausting but I wanted to keep it in one. I promise next ones are going to have less words, I hope you enjoy it, truly. I love every single interaction I receive. ♡

Now get ready, I'm already wearing my suit and tie 'cause we're having a party!!

A party. Of course, Stark planned a party.

It came unexpectedly when he announced it, but to his defense —he explained, “We work all the time, how could a little time-off hurt? Just a night of partying for us,” trying not to get into any discussions with the team, but everyone knew he'd do anything he wanted anyway.

“I need to have a reason now?” He huffed angrily, all the others gasping at his sentence. Steve mumbled something about 'rich people always making a huge party for nothing.' “Yes, ancient relic, it's become an addiction by this point.” He cleared his throat, “I can always claim it's for our two new additions.” He presents you and Loki to the conversation.

That's how it ended up where you are now, sitting on the main couch two days afterwards. With Nat trying to show you how to do a makeup look like hers.

“Okay, tilt your head up a bit.” You do as she says. She holds your chin and highlights your cheekbones. “You look beautiful with this, even more than usual.” 

You're not sure what to respond, you just shrug messily, but feel your cheeks warm at the comment. You noticed her eyes stared intensely now in comparison to the first day, when she wouldn't even look at you.

You two were alone doing the makeup until two of the men decided to sit around and watch. The men being Clint and Thor.

“Can you do one on me too?” Thor asked, laughing a little but seeing truthful in his words. “I mean it, I think this art is really pretty. My people do this too, but it doesn't look like that.” 

“And what does it look like?” Asked Clint. 

“Well, firstly it kind of involves a bit more blood. The warriors —men, mainly— prefer to have their faces painted with blood, before, after or during a battle.” He took a sip of his alcoholic drink, you were interested in the story. 

“Whose blood?” You wondered with a crooked smile.

“Of the ones who die first.” He laughs and finishes the rest of his drink in a large sip. “They are unlucky, but we consider their blood honorable. So their death is honored, and gives us more luck with their passing to Valhalla.”

“Brother,” Loki makes his entrance in the room, “you never cease your battle-talk.” He smirks, you noticed he's a bit more mirthful these past few days. You believe he's starting to notice this too, compared to how tired he was some days ago.

“I think battle-talks are entertaining.” You say and look at Thor,  “They're the ones everyone wants to listen to.” 

“Of course you'd think that.” You try to ignore Loki's eyes. “Anything with blood interests you, I wonder what else would–”

“Alright, you two are getting a little too close for me.” Clint said getting up quickly and going to the feast, far closer to where Tony was drowning in his beverages.

“I think Tony's enjoying it too much.” You say. “I don't see the appeal in losing your sense of control.” You were still looking at Tony, so you didn't see Loki's eyes sparkling with mischief and new ideas.

“You should try this.” He puts up a glass with something that looks a bit too much like beer to you. 

“I've tried beer before and it's disgusting.” You put the glass away with your fingers. 

“It's not beer.” He simply says, “I'll take it as you're too weak to taste it. Even the gods faint at the single taste of a powerful Asgardian mead.” He says too proudly.

You picked some interest at that, looking over your shoulder at the glass with a look of superiority. 

“Come on, demoness!” Thor almost screamed with joy, “It's a moment of pride for our Asgardian heart. So we can see your reaction.” He gestured to both himself and Loki.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the glass from the table, swallowing its content in a single second. 

“See? Nothing, it's nothing to me.” You crossed your arms and gave them a tight-lipped smile.

“PASS ME SOME OF THAT!” Stark appeared suddenly with three other strangers around him. Looking all like a proper Queen Bee.

“It's definitely better if you don't even touch it, Stark, not in your state.” Thor hurries to hide the mead, “It's not made for human men.” 

“Then it is exactly what I'm looking for today!” He smiles trying to reach for the bottle once more.

“Hi Thor!” Some girl waved at Thor, Loki rolled his eyes and focused on you again.

“Drink more.” Loki pointed to the full bottle at the side of the table, “I could use a few too, I'm so glad Thor could bring this from Asgard.”

“Normal alcohol does nothing to you, I'm guessing?”

“That you've guessed right.” He confirmed, already putting more mead on his glass. Lifting it up to present it to you with a lifting eyebrow, “A toast for us?”

You moved to accept and grab more for you. 

The tower got full quicker than expected and to your surprise you failed to meet some of your known buddies. You met new nurses, some businessmen, some business-people in general, even celebrities (which might be an out-of-this-world-experience for humans).

You left a quiet gasp of surprise and quickly turned around when you felt a touch on your shoulder. The cold breath hitting your neck made you come to your senses quite quickly so you already had an idea who the person was.

“Loki,” You whisper, trying to keep your timbre low. “What are you doing?!” You exclaimed as discreetly as possible.

“What does it look like I'm doing?” You couldn't pinch the alcohol in his breath, you quickly wondered if this was an illusion he pulled on the spot or if he simply was used to the drink so he just didn't get drunk.

His hand moved from your shoulder to pass openly over your body's upper half. Discreetly going through your breasts to your stomach to finally reach your hips and grab them with passion. And pressed his body with precision against your back.

He couldn't stop touching your hips with his fingertips and pressing his distinguishable hard-on on the curve of your ass. Making you squeak as you tried to not bring attention to you, tried to pretend nothing was happening.

“Are you drunk?" You're facing him now, turning to bring your arms around his shoulders, silently wishing he would pick you up from the position. Maybe the closer you've gotten together these past few days made him get comfortable enough to do this. Either way, you couldn't say you minded. 

“Hmmm,” He hummed, pressing his face on the crook of your neck, smelling the new human perfume that Nat insisted on putting on you.

“No,” he finally answered. “I'm not drunk, just a bit full, but nothing I can't handle.” He gives you a characteristic smirk, wanting nothing more than to take the offending clothes off your body and give in to his desires, make sure his primitive instincts get sated right there, in front of everyone. You bit your lips with the lights turning your vision.

He groaned in your ear as you squirmed in his embrace, —as if he heard your mind, he made sure to pull you up and even closer to him. Getting you all puzzled, but once again, not even complaining. You understand by the atmosphere the place has, and the attraction you give, this might even come as irresistible to him.

The loudness could make your heartbeat quake and the floor tremble beneath your feet and the very vulnerability the humans presented in the scene in front of you was something of a proper entertaining performance to your eyes.

But you couldn't help but feel addicted to it, you felt the rushing in your veins and your blood pulsing mistakenly mixing with the local music.

“What if we get out of here?” You tried to induce Loki. “Maybe you're giving in to this Devil's tricks after all.” You couldn't help but smile sweetingly.

“Oh dear, right now I couldn't care less. I've denied it for long enough.” You doubted his truth about being sober, as he maintened his harsh grip on you, marking your skin with his nails. “We could always just stay right here.” He smoothly moves your body up and down his clothed erection, licking his lips with a charming smile as you feel him throb through his pants. 

He suddenly leaned forward to, desperately, start kissing you, for the first time. His hands explore as much as he possibly can as if you two have so little time, as if you'd run away anytime and he wouldn't get to memorize you. He's kissing you like he's been denying himself the temptation.

“Loki,” You moan against your will, putting your hands to his chest to get a break from him, trying to catch your breath, halting his tongue from greedily seeking yours. 

Your hands look tiny in comparison to his bulky stature and it made your eyes wide at the sight, he seemed every bit as god-like as possible. “Loki…” 

“Yes, my fierce demoness? Are you going to take my soul? Or do I need to give you what you need most?” His pupils were dilated at the sight of your breathless state, your lips plump from the kissing and shining with the mix of your saliva, dripping a little beside your chin, your eyes shining bright just for him, making his cock twitch. “If I give you my cock, will you become more amicable? I wonder…” 

The possessiveness in his position, with your thighs spread apart for his body to accommodate between your legs, exactly where he should've been this whole time. Damned be the consequences, blame it on the party if needed, but his hands wouldn't stay away from you even if he tried.

“What is it that I need? You think I need you, now?” Fuck me. Fuck me. His talking was cruel as you felt your body burn. 

His hand delicately moves lower to rest on your pelvis. His huge palm pressing it like it's his, like such a private part of you it's his property, caressing it and making you shiver as you restlessly snapped your head around the room. 

You gulped a bit from the sight. “Loki? We should cast an illusion... I can cast it if you want.” You said.

“Do we need to?” He bit your earlobe, and almost desperately as possible, reached down to your lips again, wanting to stay close. Wanting to constantly touch you. “Imagine what a time we'd have,” He spread your thighs even wider, making you gasp as his hands were claiming, tightening around your skin. “If they could see you like this, a dangerous monster to their eyes. So fucked up and wet for a God...and one like me, the one they despise…” 

His eyes sparked like offering a challenge, like you're in the company of a wolf ready to devour you.

“Right, darling? Do you think they'd get off on you too? I'm almost making a mess of my pants just from the sight of you, imagine what these mortals would do.” He moved your dress up to present more of you to him, and you shiver, unable to stop your sounds as you squirm in his grasp. “Shhh,” he whispers. “Shhh, my devilish little whore–” 

His words make you groan with sudden distaste but he quiets you, putting you down and turning your body so your back is against him once more, and moving his other palm to your mouth. Silencing any protest that you'd make from his words, until you bite his skin. He lets go with a hiss.

“I'll murder you if you try to offend me,” Your eyes look murderous as you force your neck to glance at him, “I know it turns you on, but I'll kill you, Loki.” You press your nails down the skin of his arms, wanting to scratch him and make him hurt for his single comment.

“I've put a spell on us,” He says, groaning from a momentary friction the roll of his hips caused. “No one will catch us.” His voice was so tempting, you feared he was making you weak. You knew he was lying about the spell but it suddenly felt irresistible to comment anything against him.

His fingers slide down to brush the thin cloth of your already soaked panties, just from his brutish handling but delicate caresses. Loki starts kissing your jaw and his teeth scrapes over your neck, biting and licking it until he leaves a mark.

He brings your panties to the side and starts trailing his finger over your folds, taking his moment to massage your clit, eyes glinting with want and he looks down, frantically wishing he could just lower himself down right there and worship your quim like you're a goddess instead of a sinner. Your cunt clenched with each stroke and you couldn't hold the soft whine of the god's name as he went faster. “Loki.”

He took such a pleasure from listening to your voice as you say his name, he couldn't contain himself, his hips rutting on your behind, glued to your body, merging himself with the curve of your naked ass whilst he remained fully dressed, holding you in place, and leaving his mouth open as he threw his head back in pleasure. “Your voice… say my name…” He pleads and you grant him his wish, unable to control your own instincts.

His finger slides into your entrance whilst he keeps his thumb pleasuring your clit, giving your body a mind-numbing pressure, you couldn't even stop shaking, stuck in between his arms. Your jaw is clenched and your teeth gritted, trying to keep yourself from moaning too loudly and giving him satisfaction.

“Lose yourself to me, you can do it, I'm here for you,” he coos somewhat mockingly to you, feigning innocence in his tone, enticing you with his true purpose. 

He makes you yelp when he curls his fingers inside you, you squirm and grip onto his arm and whine like a needy whore. “Your voice is ruining me, those pretty little sounds.” He sounded just as ruined, his voice so low and gravely and almost stuttering his words by being so drunk with pleasure.

He fervently rubs his thumb deeper against your desperate clit. “And you thought you could stick around with them, whoever these heroes think they are, they could never have you, they–” he pauses and groans out ferociously, gritting his teeth looking up, overwhelmed with this simple pleasure. “T–they could never have this. As long as you're my ruin, you're still mine, not Thor's, never anyone else's, you're mine now.”

You moan out, if all his anger makes you burn, now the pleasures all mix in one. Your vision was both the red from the party and red from his emotions, your mouth open, unstopping the cries of pleasure you felt as you desperately clenched your thighs together, making everything oh much tighter and pleasing for both of you, you both moaned together from the friction, but he still burst your thighs open right there just to continue his fingering.

“Ride my fingers, my angel,” he maliciously says, you shiver in his embrace. “Do it,” he groans into your ear, gritting his teeth and looking at the ceiling to keep himself contained. 

Your half lidded eyes and parted lips, chest heaving with the impact he has against your back, thrusting his hips against yours matching his fingers inside you. “Fuck.” He curses, desperately clutching more of your skin. “Fuck it, I need more.”

You can barely blink before he completely manhandles your body, grasping your legs up and throwing you on top of a wooden table at a corner, you wonder how the humans didn't turn their heads on you from the noise. He keeps your dress up and growls like a beast when catching the sight of your fucked-up state.

He eagerly pulls off the material still covering your cunt, and his eyes focus on the spot between your legs, you swear you can see his mouth watering. He licks his lips and his pupils are purely blown out, hiding all the usual cerulean color they have. 

Desperate, you feel your cunt squeeze around nothing, you worry you might make a mess of the table with your juices.

Your cunt feels so warm beneath his fingers as he cups it with his hands, his eyes are looking at it with such adoration. Practically clawing the rest of the dress out of your body, in a hurry, holding all the skin he can in the way, admiring the way your breasts jiggle as they were shown to him. A moment that could be mistaken as sacred if not so sinfully sacrilegious. 

You couldn't stop it, it was making you feel full before even starting, the power you felt from him and the strength you felt were all so luxurious it made you close your thighs together, which made him sternly pull them apart once again.

“Tch, tch,” he reprimands you, having to keep his grip stern on you again. “Who knew you'd be such a ferocious little thing under my touch? Can't even stop moving,” He grits his teeth and brings his hand down to slap your ass with a strong impact. “Stop wiggling,” he says firmly.

“Damn it,” you curse, feeling the stinging pain. “What are you doing to me?" You even feel dizzy.

“Why do I have to be doing something? That's just how you feel, little demoness.” He licks the skin beneath your neck, going for open-mouthed kisses as he speaks against your pulse. “There's no running away, I have to have you.” You almost miss him undoing his belt with an animalistic force, throwing it aside with a clunk sound. “You're my godslut now, aren't you? You're doing anything for your God…look how far you've fallen.” He chuckles, gripping your waist.

His hands take their time grasping your breasts, moving his mouth to delicately start licking them with reverent precision, giving you very wide eyes as he looks up, silently seeking your affections. 

You lose your breath as you look down at him, grabbing his dark hair and pulling him closer onto your chest, wanting to suffocate his face against the skin of your breasts, wanting to feel him inside of you, his cold tongue made everything feel divine. 

His tongue moves to gently worship your other nipple as he carefully gives attention toying with the other. His giant hand cupping your breast, making it feel so full to him as he squeezes and hears your pleasured soft sighs and squeaks when he presses too much.

“Loki, Loki,” you call his name among the whimpers, he brings himself to his knees for you, sliding his hands around you as he kneels. Looking up while delaying around the area of your hips, his hair is all messed up from your pulling already, and he reverently locks his eyes with your pussy again, watching its softness so puffy from want, he can smell your arousal from how much you're dripping, it's enchanting him, he can't think of anything else but you, not even about his painfully throbbing cock begging for attention.

“I need to…” He tries to catch his breath as soon as possible, moving his hands smoothly down your thighs and silently looking up to you, asking for permission. “Please.” he almost squeaks out.

You didn't know why you couldn't just speak but you frantically nodded your head, desperately wishing to continue, giving him your consent as he desperately leaned in to drown himself into your pussy. You grab him by the hair, pulling him even closer as you bring your thighs together instinctively, wincing from the contact of his cold tongue in you but quickly moaning out to the air as you ride his welcoming tongue.

“Fuck, fuck, fuckkkk,” your voice draws the mewling, and he deliciously accepts the pressure you put to drive him further. Dragging his curls up to bring his mouth up and down on you, delighting himself on your lips and fucking the spot inside of you that made you quiver, drawing even more moans of you. “Fucking hell, w–what, I–” You breathe out a long trembling breath, and you're tempted to brag but it's as if he can sense your coming petulance and he blissfully let's out a wanton moan bringing multiple vibrations to your core, doing that on purpose.

When you let go of his hair to get a grip of yourself he pulls himself even deeper inside you, if that's possible. His nose bumps your clit as he eats you out like a starved man, he skillfully moves his lips around the bud and sucks hard. 

You start riding his face, with sweat shining down your neck and on the curve of your breasts, looking down at him with blown eyes and a clear impatience for release.

You could feel his magic working unconsciously to him, surrounding and overwhelming you whilst he remained unaware of its use. You gracefully move his head —with a small fight because he doesn't want to let go of his newfound spot inside of you— for a second, and you see his entire face glistening with your arousal, he licks his soaked lips excitedly waiting for you to pull him in again.

Your head goes back in ecstasy as you feel your orgasm approaching, your senses being numbed as your only thought was him and his mouth, his face between your legs, his tongue, how red and desperate he seems, his cock standing up proudly so red and ready to burst, his hair messily among your fingertips, his fingers on your hips, his magic, his veiny hands, his body taking place between you, him, him, him.

When he realizes you're about to cum he brings his fingers in to join his pleasing tongue, curling them inside you and sucking your bundle of nerves as just as hard, just like he knew how to make your toes curl and you drown him with your cum as you moan out to the air. 

You have to stick your fist into your mouth after some seconds to muffle your moaning, and Loki's hands are punishingly grabbing you in response, mixing the bare skin with your juices and guiding you through your orgasm with his tongue.

When he sees you calming down and your legs shaking a bit too hard, you softly bring his head back out of your cunt, and massage your fingers through the strands of his dark hair. The moment even seemed soft as he pressed his head on your pelvis and gave very heartfelt breaths to recompose himself, licking the juices he has all over his lips with such passion and awe, as if your taste was that of a sweet fruit he could never grow to despise, it made your heart step a beat.

He licked his fingers covered with the remains of your cum, moaning around them and making you shake your head to the sound, his moan made your cunt flutter in response. “You're ridiculous,” You breathe out, still trying to recover your normal breathing pattern. 

You cry out as his palms hit your ass with a strong powerful strike. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, owww,” you hiss after a blasphemous complain. He puts his hand over the spot after to cover the red he was responsible for, giving you a not-so apologetic smile.

“Don't mock me,” He felt so surprisingly powerful, more than he has felt during all these days since he met you. The other days he could feel his energy diminishing and he could logically blame it on his lack of sleep, but now he had you and he felt himself burn with such energy. It was almost overwhelming. He felt like he could have you for hours on end.

You quickly lean towards him and bring your hand to hold his fully throbbing cock, the tip angrily reddish and begging for attention. And you grant it to him, you wrap your fist around it and start pumping his cock, merging his precum all over your palms and making you lose your breath all over again by how easily he could be throughly fucked.

He yelped as the constant movement made him lose himself, getting his body closer to yours and wrapping you into his arms, rutting into your hand and resting his forehead against yours as he moaned with a such low gravy voice, so close to losing it. Your body close to his in a mixture of sweat and sex, and he wanted nothing more than to put it in and feel the comfort of your warm cunt to wrap around him. 

Your pumping and the tightness of your soft palm only working his fantasies further, his imagination of wanting to dive himself inside your cunt as your walls milk his cock so tightly. And now he cries out, whimpering your name and the word 'demon', 'demon'. You moan as if he's worshiping your summoning. 

He's almost breaking your skin with his fingertips, applying so much pressure on your shoulders as he bites your neck to contain a loud groan from a fervid thrusting. And as his mouth leaves your neck, his eyes roll up to the ceiling and he gives a guttural groan followed by a long, almost quiet moan as his mouth opens up drowned in pleasure.

His thrusts in your hand begin wavering and getting unsteady as his knees buckle and his grip on you tightens, his moaning unstoppable as he releases pearly white semen onto your hands and near your pelvis and abdomen. He looks down with glazed eyes and grunts as he watches his cum marking your skin. 

You collect the cum from your skin and put your very messily sticky fingers into your mouth, licking his semen off of you.

“I'm cleaning myself,” you explain as he couldn't stop watching, entranced, bewitched by your tongue surrounding his essence like it's your favorite taste, —and you couldn't deny he tasted delicious, but in your defense, you've never tasted the cum of a god, you weren't aware if it was just Loki. 

Your words make him notice you again, he suddenly remembers the suddenness of all of this, what his sex-ridden brain made you two do, the awe he held in his expression for you before now replaced with an undescriptive look.

His cock twitched from the sound of you sucking your fingers clean. Recovering from his post-orgasm, he took deep breaths to recompose better and pressed his fingers against your flesh as some ground to fix himself upon, or maybe just a reminder that you're still here and he's not cursed.

He feels surprisingly light, like he doesn't have anything else to worry about at the moment. He thought by this point he'd have to worry about getting weaker after you received his sexual attention.

But no, he feels just as strong, more alive than he felt during all this time, especially more alive than he felt before the New York attack.

“Have you drugged me, sweet?” He asked, the suddenness of it making you give a light-hearted laugh. “Have you stolen my soul from me? Hm? Are you making me sick, little devil?” He asks moving his nose around your cheek so softly, leaning close to your neck to smell you. 

“I'm not. I can feel it too.”

None of you say anything, he just keeps holding you. You can feel his arms slowly wrapping around your waist, and for the first time in so long you question what you're doing.

After a moment of silence, he dares to break it. 

“Demoness…” he calls you. “If you wanted to, could you get drunk?” He's curious.

“Yes. Yes, of course I can.” You say, almost offended by his phrase.

“Would you?” He gives curls a strand of your hair with his finger, watching it as it whoops when he let it go. Snapping his head to meet your gaze, looking as unexpressive as can but keeping the contact. “Would you get drunk with me?”

The noise increased tenfold but also did the mindnumbing happiness you were feeling. Now you understand what the humans find so appealing, this feels like a biblically description of Heaven. That coming from the brain of a demon, it makes your skin crawl.

The humans were shaking from the songs and a guy named Rhodys came around presenting you one more round of recently found 'vodka', you smelled it but didn't think twice before drinking the content in one go. You seemed even more cheerful after the graciously spent-time with Loki. The humans cheering for you and applauding like they always do for anything stupid.

Gods, you almost felt human. Ugh. You were both repulsed and amused.

The dancing was what got you all happy and smiley, you just couldn't keep your smile hidden and your jaw was aching from the constant joy. 

“What if we play two truths and a lie?”

“Oh, or even better, truth or dare!”

“Noooo, these are for children,” said a slurred voice through the crowd, you giggled at their drunken tone.

“Loki would suck at this,” the god heard you and gave your shoulder a small bite. Nothing to break the skin but still made you hiss. “Can you not? I swear you're addicted to this, biting.” You moved to throw your finger to his face, which he gladly took as a sign he could lick it.

“Isn't it already enough that I have a bunch of hickies to hide, thanks to you?” You say attempting to keep stern, and keeping your voice quiet, but he could see right through your façade.

“I want to see what the games would be...” He says, his words muffled by being said against your neck. “I'm curious to see how you'd charm the mortals' contest. That's all.” He said more clearly now.

You let your stern look slip and come back to a smile, avoiding his face now. 

“I suggest a new drinking game!” Thor brings to the talk, “I want to see how you fail at lifting Mjolnir. If you manage to lift it up, I'll drink all the alcoholic drinks you all are drinking. If you lose, you drink a cup yourself.” He explains, Loki can't help but lay on the couch with an annoyed sigh.

“This pompous bastard will do anything just to be the center of attention. Wanting to spread his 'worthiness' that's made up by Odin's standards.” Loki says.

“I feel like Loki would enjoy the party way more if his brother wasn't here.” Said the nurse, Chloe, that was glued to Thor's side.

“You got it right.” Loki answered, you sat on the couch with him. 

“Don't bring the party down.” You say, “That's not much to your spirits, is it?” you smile knowingly, “You usually are so sociable. Thor's just trying to bring some entertainment.” You take the time he's focused on you to rest your hand on his thigh, his thighs were spreaded apart on the couch.

“For him, yes.”

“But if he fails, then imagine what his face would look like.” You look like you're up to something, Loki snapped his head to look at you, for a moment you thought he truly just stopped and…looked at you.

He gives you a smile and quickly tries to hide it, you both share a look and agree to play. All the heroes go first whilst you and Loki just observe the scenes.

First Clint, then Tony, then Cap. Your eyes darken as you see the way it slightly moved, and Thor's face changed for a millisecond at that, but it did nothing else.

Loki pretended to be disinterested but you could feel his anxiety spiking through your body, almost infecting your own emotions. 

You truly believed you were both weakening each other by staying together. You could make him feel stronger, you could stop some punishments, you were the reason he felt tired, but now, it feels like the humans are showing you something new. 

It wasn't supposed to be this way, it makes your heart sink to your stomach, filling it with dread.

But who cares for now? You can just pretend as you watch them, and worry about such concerns at a later point, until you have to face them again. You turn to look at Loki and wonder if you're being too emotional, or if allowing yourself to drink was a mistake.

“Loki?” Thor calls his brother, offering the hammer. Loki moves in his seat, unquiet, only you knowing of his rushing nervous heartbeats.

“I'm not sure I wish to be part of it,” he gulped, ignoring everyone's eyes. You took his hand in yours, and he pulled it away in a rush.

“If there's anyone in this room you can be certain is unworthy, that person is Loki!” Clint boomed a laughter and made a whole bunch of people laugh with him. 

Humiliation ran through the god's veins in such an uncomfortable amount you could feel it within yourself, or perhaps you're just too close to him by now. And you shouldn't be.

“I want to try next.” You say with a blank face, their laughs slowly dying out. The silence opens space to new sounds of quiet mockery. 

“I'm actually a bit scared now,” said Thor, visibly shivering a little, “I know I've agreed on everyone playing but…demons? Feels like cheating! I'm aware you can cheat anytime.” He said, curiously looking around him seeking some agreement, and everyone was on his side. A poor trembling guy, that was clearly drenched in cold sweat, couldn't stop nodding his head at Thor's statement.

“We said we'd play, right?” You said, “Loki can go after me, as an obligation, or if I fail. Nothing to prove here, and I don't need to cheat.” As likable as you were, Thor had to admit you get scary frighteningly quickly.

“Ok, rules are rules!” He gives you two a tight-lipped smile, not looking very genuine, not only thinking about his uniqueness of being the only one able to lift Mjolnir but also of losing the bet he had made. 

You stand up and get a hold of the hammer, not even needing much effort to lift it up in your hands. Honestly it even surprised yourself.

The room got quiet to cricket noises, only the loud music filling everyone's eardrums. Then suddenly a loud cheering could be heard so loud it could make anyone's ears bleed.

People were clapping, Tony was just still flabbergasted, trying to tell everyone he must have moved it a bit for you. Clint was telling them how it was indeed just a scam and a trick. Thor yelled “Cheater!” very loudly, pointing an accusing finger to you.

And Loki, Loki didn't know if he wanted to pull you into his arms and suffocate you or if his envy would consume him. It was such a mix of emotions you swore you could almost feel the tears coming to your very eyes. 

His hands trembled as if he wanted to grab you by your legs and pull you into his arms and keep you there, but he also was lost in allowing you to have this moment, before his head would get filled with childhood sour traumas of not being good enough, not being worthy.

Other than this sour feeling, he was proud it was you. He would just never admit it.

Thor took a good time open-mouthed in shock and accusing before casually laughing in nervousness, trying to act casual again, saying things like “that probably didn't count”, as he said before, you're a demon, but “for the sake of keeping my word, I'll do the dare,” and asking as much people as possible how much they had to drink —the ones that could remember it, and the ones that could just guess.

Quick equation, and Tony made sure to bring as many glasses of various drinks as he could, even asking others to bring more. Thor wouldn't deny the challenge, but he felt the shame of losing.

Your grip on the hammer made you stop and analyze it for a second. It came from the heart of a dying star, it felt just as cold as one can imagine. Uru metal. You moved it from one hand to the other, the hammer seemed odd in your hands.

“What does it feel like?” Loki asks, and a human probably wouldn't have listened to his question, but you did.

“Quite cold.” You answer. He's silent for a moment.

“That's never what I thought it'd feel like.” He gives a cuffed fake-laugh. You look at him.

“I would offer something but…” Your words traveled as you lost yourself in your thoughts. “I like that you're not worthy to Odin's standards.” You shrug. Look around, everyone's focusing on Thor. You come back to focus on Loki.

You clear your throat and lean closer to his ears, one leg lifting up on the couch for support of your body. He allows himself to touch your thigh, with a certain passion for reminder of what you felt like, he held your dress with his fingers.

“I cheated.” You said, ever so, so quietly, he could wonder if you said the two words telepathically. His eyes sparkled in amusement looking up at you, even if it's against his will, he couldn't avoid it.

He brought his hands up to cup your cheeks and bring your face down until your faces were on the same level, his cold breath now smelled of the just-discovered mead. He touched his fingers on your lips and your eyes fell to look at his. 

And he leaned to kiss you again, different from the first time, now it felt as calm as a wind. Just supposed to happen, like it's all right. You present yourself more so he can slip his tongue further, grabbing your arms now to bring you closer, he seemed to like that a lot.

And of course, with all the lack of privacy you can have in the tower. Clint interrupted with a fake cough.

“I can endure your stay here just no mingling in the couch we're sitting on” He gestures to the couch while he says so.

“We're not mingling,”

“You're making out!” Steve said, “I–It's not…shouldn't be allowed.”

“This is a party, come on, it's not like it's unexpected, I mean look at them,” Nat said and pointed to the two of you. You turn to face Loki again and give him a cat-like smile as you lift yourself off his lap, making him pout.

“Now my lap is cold.” Still pouting.

“Oh no, what a horror.” You jest, still smiling. One hand grabs Mjolnir again, throws it in the air, seeing what it's like. Then the other hand goes to grab a drink and swallow it down in one go.

You can feel the fuzziness but just assume it does nothing to your organism. Choosing to induce in your study and drink a lot more too, everyone was having a blast from ingesting too much alcohol, it surely wouldn't hurt.

Thor gives you a drink he was having, saying it's one that came almost too close to affecting him, or maybe he was already incredibly drunk. You accept it with a fun grin on your face. Loki doesn't comment on your drunk state, he's allowing himself some more mead himself, he trusts your nature of keeping control at all times.

Thor's hand suddenly touches your hips to move your way and Loki's eyes widen and he gasps, funnily to you, standing up and taking his brother's hands off of you. Which makes you smile just so much, his jealousy was amusing you.

“Not her, you're not allowed to touch her.” He says, still too calm for his attitudes, Thor puts his hands up in a sign of defeat.

“I wasn't trying to do anything.”

“Yeah, dude, that's too possessive,” Clint says, staring at you. “And I thought she was going to be the only possessive one.”

“Oh…dear,” You laugh and almost lose your feet, having to keep yourself up. “Dear entities of all Hells help me keep myself up, oooooh no, oh dear...” You lost your composure again, eyes falling shut a bit, watching everything through cluttered eyelashes.

Then you lift yourself up with energy effort, and bring the drink up too, obviously too drunk.

“And I dedicate this one to...” You lift the luminous drink in your hand, traveling your words off a bit, casually becoming the life of the party.

You could feel the stare of possibly three people, their blood rushing to a very noisy rhythm. One of them just mumbled a lot of prayers unstoppingly, clutching his crucifix for dear life. Your mind questioned how his hands didn't burn or mark themselves from grasping so tightly, or maybe it did, and he was okay with letting it bleed for his prayers if it meant they would be answered.

“I dedicate this one to Loki!” You lift the glass higher, trying to ignore the guy bothering you, you just felt something happening, you didn't know what.

Loki held your hand and brought his glass to yours, clinking it and everyone cheered together, then he refrained and happily went to talk with someone else.

“You're…” The guy says, too quiet for anyone to notice but you know he's talking to you, and the music is too loud it's muffling his words to the others. “You're not supposed to be here, creature of Satan.” He spits and points at you.

You give him a false look that resembles a kicked puppy, pouting your lips and then changing your expression to normal again. “Are you going to cry to your God?” You ask just as quiet, trying to keep it just to him. “I'm in the presence of two and I don't see you praying for them.”

“T–T–they're no–t…they're not re–real go–god–gods…” The poor trembling guy couldn't stop stuttering and sobbing from his silent weep, the time spent with enjoyable humans made you momentarily forget how pathetic the humans could truly be. But his prayers were hurting your ears.

“So you think God will save you?” You gloat.

“He always does. If not him, then he'll send his angels.”

It's almost comical how coincidence can be, at the same moment that you're about to complain there was Tony trying to keep the reporters outside and denying them further private information. You soon enough grasped it was about you, or more specifically, you and Loki. Of course.

Reporters, paparazzis, multiple media-related people craved to enter the party and seek a piece of what it is about you and Loki that needs to be talked about. You were unaware, during the entire party, of how much they've been accusing the heroes of supporting a murderer that claims to have the role of a 'god', a being that most of all is supposed to protect others. It's one being they pray to.

And even worse, how they were supporting a blasphemous entity, shaming the image of God. Them, the heroes they trust their lives with, opening their arms to a creature from the underworld and sharing it to the news with a party.

“Tony, how did you not think about this?!” Steve asked in a screaming tone, wanting to bring Tony's attention to him. Pulling his shoulders to face him. “You had to give a parade to our most problematic hosts.”

“You know, that's what I hate so much about you, you pretend to be Mister goody two-shoes and forget that you weren't on the good side either! You didn't even comment about this possibility before when not seeing it happening in front of your eyes.” Tony snapped, pointing at Steve. They had to find every situation to fight?

“Don't you two ever do something else?” You ask quite bored, thoughtlessly playing with the end of your dress.

“You shut up, it's mostly your fault.” He accuses, his tone nears a bite.

“Excuse me?” You cross your arms. Loki —surprisingly — puts himself in front of you.

“I bet you've gotten what you wanted, rockstar,” he says to Loki, “You probably got to fuck her, because now you can't even keep yourself away from her. Look at that.” He chuckles dryly. “Whatever you gain from this outcome, if it's more than getting your dick wet, if it's something harmful, it'll be something you deserve.”

“Quit it, Stark. You're making it worse.” Nat's being the voice of reason.

“My affairs should be of no matter to you, you should be dealing with something else,” Loki says, moving to look at the furious people outside the huge giant window. “You're the head of the public, the people love you, fix this.” He finishes, in a sarcastic tone, moving back to wrap his arms around you.

“Loki,” you call, or likely whispers out. His eyes flicker to you.

“We should enjoy it,” his eyes carried his glint of mischief through the chaos, “we should drink some more.” You were unsure of how many glasses he had broken just from drinking, Thor just the same.

“You're just going to ignore that?” Stark asks.

“It can be our problem tomorrow,” Explains Clint, closing his eyes as he sank down to the carpet.

“Oh he's definitely throwing up on the carpet.” Nat shook her head, “I might be too sober for this.”

Loki took you with him to grab some more drinks, and a blonde man—a blonde hair resembling white, pure moonlight hair, — came from the entrance.

You proceed to scramble a bit on your feet to hide behind Loki, the man looked around the room but you hid, as best your drunken body can.

“What's wrong?” Loki asks genuinely worried now, seeing as you're practically glued to his body.

“Not him.” You say groggily from all the alcohol, damn you inducing the humans and their temporary pleasures. “Not…ah,” Your blood pressure fails you, “is my human body weak? Fuck's sake.” You complain loudly to the air.

“Calm down. I'm here.” He keeps supporting your body, gently touching your scalp to keep you grounded. Giving you a forehead kiss, probably the fault of the alcohol on his system. “Tell me, tell me,” He begs softly.

“My…” You tremble and vomit on the living room's carpet. “Oh, oh, the bloodiest of all Hells. The Devil should just take my body now…. I'm dying of embarrassment.” You put your hand on your temple.

“Darling.” He whispers kindly, and as softly as he can muster to keep you safe. “The humans are way worse, it happens to them all the time. Calm down, please. I can help you,” He lifts your body up and tries to carry you away but you keep trying to get out of his hold. “I'll wash your face for you, I'll do it, I'll help.” He repeats.

The blonde man seeks the crowd, and appears in front of you unexpectedly, “Sister?” He asks.

“Sister?” Loki echoes, as if not believing the man's words. “Is he your brother?”

You could throw up again if your stomach wasn't so empty. You feared you'd only display the gagging sounds, the attempts.

“Two demons?” Someone randomly muttered among the humans. The praying guy smiles gratefully now, kissing his crucifix with bright tears covering his vision.

“Oh, no. I'm an angel.” He gives a bright white smile to the people, and you throw up once again, this time on Loki's shoes.