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𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬

This is the first soulmate au I’ve ever written and I just love this trope so much. I hope you enjoy it! - Love, Kiki 🖤

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 |  Loki x female reader (the reader is Asgardian as well)

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 |  by @ravennevermorewitch​ , here ♡  

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 |  “Never leave the convent’s sacred ground - for there is a monster hunting for you.” This warning is the one thing your mother left you, written in a letter left with you on the steps of the convent’s chapel when you were an infant. The sacred grounds are all you’ve known, the rules of the church that throttle you like a corset laced too tight. And the strange dreams gracing your sleep ever since you entered adulthood - of a stranger with sapphire eyes and raven hair. Nothing but dreams filling you with a longing you cannot put into words - until one night during midnight mass, you encounter the new priest, a beautiful stranger with sapphire eyes and raven hair. And he seems to recognize you as well. 

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 |  a soulmate au with fairy tale vibes, Loki disguising himself as a priest, lots of smut and romance 

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 |  10 k 

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 |  SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU’RE 18+ YEARS OLD!), unprotected sex (please be safe in real life and wear a condom!), masturbation, slight voyeurism, reader calling Loki Father once because she thinks he’s a priest, sex in a church. It’s getting blasphemous, lovelies, so buckle up and have your holy water at the ready.

If Hell exists, this fic is my ticket down there, and I’ll be getting a crown and champagne as they welcome me in 😂

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡  

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝🖤 

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 “𝐲𝐨𝐮” 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩.𝐨.𝐯.

Branches whip her cheeks as she stumbles through the woods, the path ahead winding like a snake through the thicket, barely lit by the patches of moonlight which filter through the canopy of leaves forming the roof of the forest. Thorns tear at her cloak, and the fabric is ripped apart as she stumbles, her grip around the infant in her arms tightening – yet still, she doesn’t slow down. She can’t slow down. Not when she’s so close.

Safety. She needs to get her to safety.

The new-born in her arms is still, as if she can sense the danger creeping through the tranquil night, the monstrous creature which will start hunting for her soon enough, with black magic curling through every crevice of the Nine Realms in search for what belongs to him, belongs with him, his mind as twisted and sharp like the tree branches jutting into the path to slash the fabric of her cloak and tear cuts into the skin of her cheeks.

Through the web of branches, she can see the lights in the distance, like benevolent faerie guiding her through the darkness of the forest as her tired legs carry her further and further through the thicket. A noise rips from the back of her throat, an outcry of relief mingling with a sob.

So close.

The forest gives way to a graveyard, the jagged wooden crosses and tombstones like silent onlookers as she stumbles along the gravelly path that leads up to the church which looms ahead like a silent guardian. The building is old. Ivy climbs up the northern wall like snakes, hacking roots into the cracks between the withered stones as if the forest were slowly reclaiming what has been stolen from it centuries ago.

Frost laces the air with every ragged breath she takes, and the tears which run down her face freeze in the cold air of the winter night.

And still, these tears keep running.

With a weep that rips through her chest, as if her heart is tearing apart, she places the infant on the front step of the church, the tiny creature wrapped in blankets to keep her warm until she’ll be found in the morning.

It tears her apart, and yet…she needs to protect her new-born daughter. She can’t let him get to her. She can’t let him have her.

For now, the skin at the new-born girl’s left wrist is unmarred. But the words of the priestess she consulted as to her daughter’s fate with such high hopes were unequivocal, a warning shattering her heart. When she enters adulthood, there will be a mark etching itself into the skin of her wrist, the essence of her soul, a name binding her to that monster locked beneath the golden walls of the palace.

Usually, such a mark is reason for happiness, a blessing. The name to appear on her daughter’s wrist one day, though…it’ll be a curse. She must save her as long as she still can.

“I’m sorry, my sweet,” she whispers into the night, letting her fingers trace the baby’s soft cheek for one last time. “There is no other way.”

The little one stares up at her mother, the stars reflecting in her eyes, as if she understands.

“They’ll keep you safe. He won’t get to you here. He’ll never lay a hand on you.”

She clambers back to her feet on trembling legs to vanish back into the night and the thicket of the woods, her last goodbye hanging in the air like the whisper of the icy wind.

She can only hope that these words were the truth.

That he never finds the poor girl damned to be his mate.

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Really?!

Pairing: Loki x GN!Reader Summary: Loki turns himself into a baby and you take care of him before he turns back to his normal self and tells you it was a joke

You place your favourite book on the couch next to you as your phone had started to ring and disturb me. Before you could get a word out, Tony’s voice cuts you off by saying, “You need to come down to my garage where my cars and suits are.” The call ends after he said those those. You sigh, going down to where he is.

“What?” Leaning against the door-frame, you have your arms crossed over your chest. You watch Tony turn around with what seems a baby in his arms. He walks over and places it in your arms. “Why am I holding him?”

“’Cause he’s your boyfriend.” Tony goes back to work on some screens in front of him. 

Taking a look down at the baby in your arms, you say his name to have him perk his head up and his green eyes stare up at you in awe. Shaking your head with a smile and walking back to the couch, you see Loki having a smile and still looking at you in awe.

Settling back on the couch, Loki in your lap, you continue to read your book. 

You had started to feel something was off, so you put your book back down to see Loki playing with a knife. “Why the fuck?” you mutter to yourself, taking the knife out of his hands. 

You use your power (telekinesis) to put the knife on top of the coffee table in front of me. Loki then started to whine, wanting your attention.

“What? Do you want my attention or food?” He smiles at both.

You walk out of the Tower with him still in your arms.

He had started to wiggle in your arms. “Stop moving or you can feed yourself and I won’t be giving you attention.” Immediately, he stops what he’s doing.

Once at the grocery store, he was placed in the seat of the trolley and got pushed around.

A disgusted face is presented on his face at the sight of the baby food. Even in his adult food, he couldn’t see how babies like the food that’s made for them.

He watches you grab some packets of mashed foods and throw them over him and land in back.

You felt Loki playing your hands, one of the things he loved to do in the most random times.

You’re in a different aisle when a couple was watching you interact with your baby of a boyfriend. “I don’t know what’s kinda worse. You being a baby or a grown up?” He began to babble. You smile, pecking his forehead. He giggles at the affection.

“Aw, what a cutie. Mama’s so lucky.” the woman had said, looking at Loki in adoration. Her partner agrees.

“Uh, yeah, I am.” you awkwardly smile at the couple. Quickly thanking them and bidding them a good day, you go off to the counter.

Waiting in line, you watch Loki stare off into the distance. You take a look at where he’s looking, seeing that he’s eyeing up a wolf plush. “No, we got the things we need for you.”

Tears had flowed his chubby cheeks, making you sigh and bow your head. “Okay, you win.” You jog to the grab the plush and back to give it to the baby, who giggles and hugs it to his chest.

After paying for the things and out of the store you are, a bag is floating next to you since you have your hands filled.

In the Tower, the bags are placed on one side of the bench island and Loki is seated on the other with a bib around his neck. He managed to grab the spoon, baby food rested on top of it. 

“Don’t fling it around.”

After everything is placed on the bench island, you wipe Loki’s mouth as his eyes started to droop with tiredness. Taking off his bib, you scoop him up in your arms, letting his head against your shoulder. The wolf plushie in your free hand.

“Don’t go to sleep just yet. I still need to change your nappy.” 

Placing him down on a blanket, you do what you had said just a moment ago. You cringe at the smell and at what you’re doing.

Once and finally finished, you dressed him up in a green onesie before scooping him back into your arms.

You tiredly walk to your shared room. Gently, you laid down with your baby boyfriend’s head on chest. “You’re pretty chill for a baby.” You take in a moment for what you just said. “No pun intended.” You chuckled tiredly.

You then decide to let sleep take over.

Waking up to a heavier on your body, you slowly open your eyes to see Loki back to his normal, adult size.

Out of instinct, you run your hand through his black strands, it slowly waking him up.

“I have a feeling that you’re not wearing underwear.”

“It seems that you are right, my love.”

“How was it to be a baby? Do you remember anything?” He does a simple nod. “It was good that you can take care of a baby. I’m glad that I turned into one for a little test for you.”

“Really?!”

MISC.

LOKI LAUFEYSON || Reunited, The Missing Link

PEETA MELLARK || Pretend

SPENCER REID || Newbie

Loki being forced to watch his lover getting tortured in front of him

I love writing stuff like this.warnings: angst, physical and mental brutality, torture

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Enchanted chains are holding down Loki. The god is on his knees, dark rings around his eyes and a grim expression on the face. The chains prevent him from using his magic, so he can only sit there and stare at the person in front of him, some disfigured-looking alien.

“Where is the Tesseract?”, the being demands to know.

“I already told you, I don’t have it anymore. Neither does Asgard. I guess you’re coming a little late.” Loki’s voice is angry, but still filled with his typical arrogant tone. “And now you better let me go. If you do, I might show mercy and won’t kill you.”

The alien laughs, slapping Loki’s face and leaving a red bruise there. “You are not in the position to demand anything. You do exactly know where the Tesseract is. You are obsessed with it. But if you refuse to speak, we have to make you.”

Loki just chuckles, rolling his eyes. “Do what ever you want. Torture me, I still cannot tell you where it is. I simply don’t know.” And it wasn’t a lie. After the happenings of New York, Loki had never seen the Tesseract again. Maybe Odin had hidden it somewhere in the 9 realms, or they kept it on earth.

“Oh, we won’t torture you, don’t worry.” The alien turns his back at Loki, calling one of his henchman. “Bring her in!”

The door of the cell opens a the henchmen bring in a young woman. Instantly, Loki’s face turns white and he starts to pull on his chains, causing enomous pain in his wrists. It was you, the person that means the most to him. His lover, his heart, his life.

“You better take your filthy hands off her, or you are going to regret it”, Loki growls with a deadly gaze. The alien ignores him, looking at you. You stay confident, chin up, returning his look. “You heard what my king said. Let go of me, or you’ll regret it.”

The alien chuckles. “I see why he likes you. So strong, so independent, so confident. It would be a shame if someone breaks you.”

With these words, he punches his big fist into your stomach, causing you to groan. “Y/N!”, Loki screams, “Leave her alone! She has nothing to do with it!”

“It’s okay, Loki. I received harder punches back in time. I can stand it”, you say between clenched teeth, staring hateful at the alien. He just grins, turning back at Loki. “So, where is the Tesseract?” “I told you I don’t know!”

Another punch, this time in your back. You fall on your knees, trying to ignore the pain in your spine. You have to stay strong. You won’t give him the satisfaction of breaking you. And you won’t let Loki see you suffer because it would destroy him. He needed you.

“Mh, you are a brave girl. Let’s see how you deal with this.”

The alien takes a strange device, aiming its tip at the back of your neck. He pulls the trigger and suddenly you feel a pain which is incomparable to anything you have ever experienced.

You feel like every organ in your body is torn apart. The blood in your veins seems to freeze, your brain close to exploding and you cannot breath. There is only one thing you can do: scream. Loudly, shrilly, and painfully.

“Stop it! I can’t tell you anything!” Loki’s voice sounds far away, but it is full of fear. And suddenly the pain is gone and you sink to the floor, your whole body trembling. “Y/N!” You try to lift your head, meeting Loki’s painful expression. It is a mix of fear and rage.

You take a breath and manage to smile. “It’s okay, Loki. I-I’m fine…please….d-don’t worry.” Both of you know it is a lie, but you have to say it. You don’t want him to suffer. Don’t want him to blame himself for what these bastards do to you.

The alien smiles again. “So, Loki of Asgard, King of Jotunheim, master of mischief. You keep lying? Won’t tell me where you hid the Tesseract?”

“I DON’T HAVE IT ANYMORE! MAYBE ODIN DOES! OR THE MIDGARDIANS! JUST LEAVE HER ALONE THE FUCK!”

“Is that so. Well, maybe you are actually telling the truth. But how should I trust you, god of lies? I think we should check if you are really telling the truth.” And again he uses his infernal device on you, longer this time. Your shrill screams echo in the cell, and Loki feels as if his heart breaks into pieces.

All this years, he only wanted you to stay safe. And now you are here, being tortured for things he triggered in his past. He will always blame himself for what is happening to you right now.

But except for his self-blaming, there is something else seething inside of him. Rage and bloodlust. He’ll make them pay for it. He’ll kill every single one of them in the most brutal way. He’ll extinguish their whole species.

And he’ll make sure that you stay safe. That you can recover from this torture. That you can forget it one day.

Spurred on by his own thoughts and feelings, Loki feels all his power, all his might, summoning in his body. The enchanted chains do not matter anymore, neither do the weapons of the aliens. With one smooth movement he is back on his feet, the chains falling from him. The leader of the aliens stops your torture, looking at Loki in surprise. Meanwhile, you stay laying on the floor, drifitng into unconsciousness. Loki, however, looks at the alien cold-eyed. The energy of his might is almost audible, like a low crackling.

“And now”, he says, his voice only a sharp whisper, “You’ll pay.”

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I had to write an ending like this, I just love the picture of Loki taking a revenge for his lover. I hope you liked it!

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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Fools

Summary: You go to see Loki in prison after his attempt to destroy Midgard.

Pairing: Loki x reader

Word Count: 839

Warnings: None. Wee bit of angst if you squint.

A/N: So this is a short Loki thing i wrote. hope yall like it, pls leave feedback!

You took a deep breath as you stood at the entrance for the dungeons. The prisoners were staring at you weird, and you could understand why. You were dressed in formal attire, like how you always were in the castle. You were a noble’s daughter, and you had never been down here before. You were more out of place than you had figured.

His cell was different from everyone else’s, of course. Whatever his crimes may be, he was a prince, Frigga’s son. There was no way she’d let him be kept in any place lesser than this. Your heart jumped as you looked at him. He was lying on the sofa, reading a book that he held up to his face.

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The True Fear Of Men.

AN: Been a long time comin’. Sorry about the little pause in between but I got into that whole Thomas Sharpe thing but hey! So here we go, another one for strong!wife. Gosh I love strong wives, don’t you?

Part 1: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/184905215509/the-true-fear-of-men

Part 2: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/184947433379/the-true-fear-of-men

Part 3: This is it.

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It’s Nice To Finally Meet You

Characters: Loki Laufeyson x Reader, Tony Stark, minor characters

Word Count: 1,420

Warnings: mostly fluff

Summary: Loki wonders where you go every Thursday evening. He finally gets the courage to ask, and he’s not disappointed.

Author’s Note: If you have any requests, please send them in! This is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.

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“I really wish you could meet them, mom. You would have like Tony, you two are practically the same person. He’s so inventive and honest; he’s the one that saved my life. There’s Steve, you two would have gotten along so well. He’s so polite and kind, he really didn’t leave chivalry behind in 1945. There’s Vision, but he’s not human. He can be a bit suffocating at times, but he’s a great listener.

“There is Wanda who has become my best friend. She’s a witch, but very courageous. Natasha can be a bit scary at first, but you would like her. She is almost as brave as you. There are Sam and Bucky, but I don’t really talk to them as much. Bucky is just way too shy, and Sam and I don’t really have anything in common.

“Thor isn’t around much, but he’s a good guy. He’s the God of thunder, and he certainly looks like one. I mean, his muscles are so big. And then there’s Loki, his adopted brother. Everyone seems to hate him, but I don’t. He was the one who destroyed New York City, remember that? But I refuse to believe it was really him that wanted that.

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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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Dancing In The Dark

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Paring: Mafia!Loki x Fem!Reader

Word count: 6k

Summary: The owner of the club you perform at had always terrified you. What will you do when he decides that you belong to him?

Warnings: SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU ARE 18+) non con, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, physical violence and abuse, unprotected sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, choking, spanking

Dancing, you’d always loved to dance. You were never really any good at it but that didn’t matter, you loved it. You never thought you’d do it professionally and you’d never have thought you’d earn money dancing, this was until you found burlesque.

It turns out that burlesque was much more about personality and flair than it was about actual physical skill, and you certainly had bucket loads of personality to share.

A few years ago you could never have dreamed of dancing at the most prolific cabaret club in London, but here you are. Although you knew the owner of the club was anything but moral, you were assured by the other dancers that you’d never have to meet him and besides, how could you pass up the opportunity of a life time?

The owner of the club, the notorious Loki Laufeyson, was well known throughout the city for all the wrong reasons. Although his name was known to all he somehow managed to keep his face out of the limelight, so just incase, you knew to always be on the look out for any villainous visitor.

As always you got ready for work, curling and back combing your hair into the biggest poofiest vintage style you could manage, wigs were often your friend. After that you put on your makeup, a sultry shade of red graces your eyelids, complimented by gold glitter. You finish off the look with long false eyelashes and bold red lipstick, essentially stage ready except from the costume.

Tonight’s act was called Mambo, an up beat Latin jazz act that featured your giant feather fans. The costume was an embellished green and black mermaid style skirt with a corset and matching rhinestoned lingerie. You’d made the costume yourself and spent countless hours adding embellishments until it was just right.

You make your way to the stairs, as the music starts playing and the spotlight hits you, you slink your way sensually down the long staircase. The lights were too bright to see past the first two rows so once you had shed yourself of your long skirt you liked to dance your way around the tables. At the back of the club was the most expensive seats in the house, the booths had red velvet seats, positioned around a circular gold table with champagne in a golden ice bucket placed on top.

In the nervousness before your act you barely noticed the party of three men joining the manager of the club in a booth at the back of the room, that was until you danced passed their table with your soft feather fans. All four men dressed in fitted black suits, they blended in seamlessly with the surrounding atmosphere.

Making your way back to the stage you unlace your corset, throwing it off stage before revealing your newly exposed skin. Holding the fans over your chest you unclip your bra, turning your back to the audience slowly to see your back become bare as you slip the straps over your shoulders. As the fabric leaves your body you flirtily drop it in the lap of an an unsuspecting member of the audience in the front row. Lifting the fans above your head you stand tall and proud as you shake your tassels to the beat of the music before striking an end pose as the audience breaks into applause. You leave the stage in your usual confident fashion, doing one last little tassel shake as you make your way off stage. As your evening had followed as it usually did you would have had absolutely no idea of what awaited you off stage.

Loki had owned the club for a number of years, he had used it to launder money through for the last ten of them and although he was surprised by its success it was a welcome addition to his ever growing enterprise. He had only visited the club a handful of times but recently he’d become alerted to some worrying news, he wasn’t the only one laundering money through his club.

Arriving in his black Jaguar he was surrounded by well dressed bodyguards, unless you noticed the guns strapped to their hips you would have thought they were just another group of guests. He was greeted by the manager of the club and ushered in through the private entrance to the booth at the back of the club.

“Mr Laufeyson, such a pleasure that you are joining us this evening. Please let me know if there is anything I can do for you.” David the club manager starts, immediately grabbed by his shoulder from one of the imposing looking bodyguards.

“Sit” Loki replies, the firmness in his voice already heard, his eyes fixated on pouring himself a glass of champagne as the bodyguard pushes David into the seat in front of him, sliding in next to David to block him in.

“It has been brought to my attention that someone has been laundering money through my establishment. As you know, this cannot be tolerated. Tell me, how would you handle the situation?” Loki asks the nervous man sitting trembling before him, now making eye contact with him causing him to cower under Loki’s gaze.

“I.. Um.. I’m not sure Sir, quietly?” David replies, earning a dark smile from Loki.

“Quietly” he replies in an amused tone, gesturing to his bodyguards who chuckle deeply at Loki’s gesture.

“I was thinking more along the lines of breaking all of your fingers, that way they cannot become sticky again. Do you think you can scream quietly?” He questions, a knife appearing in his hand as if from thin air, quickly stabbing it into the table top between David’s fingers. David jumps back, his shoulders hitting the seat as Loki leans and pulls the knife from the table, grazing it over the tops of David’s fingers. Just as Loki is about to speak the song in the room changes, from the corner of his eye he catches the image of a woman dressed in emerald green slinking down the long staircase to the stage.

“And who, may I ask, is she?” He growls, pointing the knife in your general direction, too far away for you to notice.

“She’s one of your dancers Sir, her name is Y/N, she’s new” he replies, the trembling tone evident in his voice as you glide past the table with your fans, dancing back to the stage.

“Bring her to me, but make sure to clean yourself up first” Loki replies, his eyes fixated on you as if you were the only person in the room, dancing only for him.

“Yes Sir, Wh..what do you mean ‘clean myself up?’” David asks, cautiously. Suddenly the bodyguard next to him grabs David’s hand and slams it onto the table, barely audible above the music.

“Never let them see you bleed” Loki replies villainously as he stabs David cleanly through the hand. David goes to scream but no sound comes out, but it’s probably for the best, he has no idea what Loki would do to him if he had drawn attention to their little soiree at the back of the room.

“Go, before I change my mind” Loki rumbles, venom spilling from his words as he pulls the knife swiftly from David’s hand. David stands quickly, covering his trembling bloodied hand with his suits jacket as blood spills down his white shirt. He immediately runs back stage, grabbing a towel and some ice for his hand just as your act finishes and you slink off stage.

You walk through the red velvet curtains still reeling from the high of being on stage as David runs up to you, catching you by your shoulder with his freezing hand, his other concealed.

“Y/N, there’s someone that wants to meet you in booth number one, you must change and go to them right away” he says sternly.

“Uh.. who is it? And why do they want to meet me? We don’t do private dances here if that’s what your thinking” you say, yes you strip but you refuse to dance for one single person. It’s not that you look down on full service stripping, you’d done it before, it’s just that the idea of being alone with one person you don’t know, essentially naked makes you feel uncomfortable.

“He just wants to meet you Y/N, please” the desperation in his eyes now visible as his hand grabs his other through his suit jacket, the blood not visible under the darkened light.

“Ugh fuck it, fine! I’ll be there in a second” you reply as you walk back into the dressing room.

Quickly you change into a different outfit, you take off your tassels and pack your costume away in a bag. You step into a knee length fitted green silk dress and the same golden heels that you wore for your act. You re-apply your makeup and make your way downstairs.

“Right this way, madam” a large man says, approaching you the second you walk into the club, leading you to the booth at the back of the room.

As a similarly large man sitting in the booth nods to the black haired man in front of him, the large man stands and leaves the booth, gesturing for you to sit down. Slipping into the seat the large man closes a velvet curtain around the booth, leaving you and the stranger completely enclosed.

As you look up to meet the eyes of the man you are now closed in with you take in his gorgeous features. His soft ivory skin with cheekbones that appear as if they were hand carved from marble complimented by the contrast of his swept back obsidian hair. His blue green eyes bore into yours in a terrifying but absolutely entrancing way that makes the hairs stand up on the back of your neck.

“Thank you for meeting with me” he breaks the silence as he begins to pour you a glass of champagne.

“I didn’t have much of a choice, but nevertheless, it’s a pleasure” you reply smiling lightly as he slides the glass towards you, the booth falling silent once again.

“So, what’s your name?” You ask inquisitively, an uneasy feeling growing within you with almost no reason behind it, almost.

“Drink” he states as you look bewilderedly back at him.

“Drink, and I will tell you my name” he says deeply, gesturing to the drink he poured you. You take the champagne flute by the stem and take a small sip from the top as his eyes rake unbashfully down your body.

“Your used to getting your way, aren’t you?” You ask with a playful tone as you cross your legs under the table.

“You might say that, you may also say that I take what I want, when I want it” he replies, taking a sip of his own drink. You take another sip, rolling your eyes at him before you place your glass down on the table. You feel a hand placed on your knee as he slides closer to you, your legs almost touching as he approaches you, you immediately stiffen under his touch.

“You still haven’t told me your name” you say, looking for any chance to back away from him

“Now that would be telling sweet thing. Maybe, if you’d agree to have dinner with me this evening I’ll tell you my name” he states, stroking his hand softly down your cheek, leaning in to kiss you. Immediately your hand snaps up and slaps his away, earning a angered look from him.

“Absolutely not, get off me!” You say in a loud tone, still quieter than the music but loud enough to cause a rumble from the bodyguards standing outside of the curtained booth.

“I apologise if I over stepped my bounds, but you can hardly blame me” he says as he pulls you back towards him, wrapping his arm around your front, grabbing you by your waist. You push your hands against his chest straining to get away from him as he places a harsh kiss on your lips, holding you tightly to him. Immediately you slap him on the cheek, causing a blush to form on his perfect pale skin. Taken by surprise he releases you from his grip, a villainous smile spread across his thin lips as he looks up at you storming through the curtains.

You rush upstairs, grab your things and wave for a black cab outside, jumping in and telling the driver your address before setting off.

Watching you leave Loki walks collectedly from the booth, followed by his bodyguards who grab David and throw him into a near by store room. The bodyguards throw him to the ground below Loki’s feet as the door closes behind them.

“If you treasure your other hand, you will tell me where she lives” he states standing confidently in front of David who is cowering on his knees clutching his now bandaged hand.

“Wh-who?” He stutters back, his eyes facing down towards the ground.

“‘Wh-who?’ I didn’t realise you were related to a fucking owl David. Y/N, where does she live?” He taunts before returning swiftly to his earlier question, Loki’s hands tucked intimidatingly into his suits pockets.

“I..if you have a pen I’ll write it down for you” David replies as one of the bodyguards hands him a pen and a napkin to write the address on. David’s hands shaking as he writes, the blood staining the white of the napkin the second the ink hits the fabric.

“Fabulous” Loki says cheerfully as David hands the napkin and pen back to his protection, David’s eyes immediately looking hopeful at how pleased Loki seems.

“Thank you David, you have succeeded in saving your hands. Now, if you’d just break his legs we’ll be on our way” Loki states to his bodyguards as he goes to walk out of the store room, out of the club and back into his Jaguar.

“What?! No! Sir, please” David shouts into the void as Loki’s bodyguards hold David down, Loki leaves the club with the faint sound of snapping followed by a muffled scream making a smirk spread across Loki’s lips.

You had almost reached home, visibly shaken by your encounter and furiously angry at David for putting you in that situation. You looked for him before you left but he was nowhere to be found, you fully intended to let him know just how angry you were tomorrow night at the next show.

A few minutes into your journey the driver had received a call through his headset, you could barely hear the conversation but after your traumatic experience you didn’t care to pry into the private life of your driver. It was only when he turned an unfamiliar corner and pulled down into a private underground parking lot that you realised something was wrong, rapidly pulling you from your thoughts.

“Sorry, where are we? This isn’t where I live” you say, clutching your bag in your hands, your knuckles almost turning white from your grip.

“Where the fuck are we?” You shout before hearing the car door swing open.

“Oh my god, no!” You scream as you are forcibly dragged from the back seat by the bodyguards you had met earlier. That’s when everything goes black, your ears ringing as you feel yourself fall to the ground, your knees hitting against the hard concrete as your vision blurs and you loose consciousness.

You wake up on a bed in a dark room, the green silk sheets on the four poster are soft under your touch as you fully come around. You quickly snap back to real life, trying to unlock every door to no fruition. Turning back to the bed you see a box with your name on it, inside the box lies a long beaded black dress with a note placed inside. ‘Wear this and join me for dinner ~ L’ the note reads, you have an obvious idea of who has brought you here but you ponder over the ‘L’ for a moment. That must be his initial, or maybe he’s wishing you love? At this point who knows, the man is crazy enough to kidnap you, it’s anyone’s guess of what else he’s capable of.

You pull the dress from the box, in no position to question the demands of your captor so you decide to comply. It’s only when you read the label that a confusing blush spreads over your cheeks. Chanel, where did he get a five thousand pound Chanel dress in your size in the middle of the night from? The tags are still attached and it’s absolutely brand new, that is until you eagerly rip the tags off and change quickly into the dress, eyeing your curves in the mirror as the previously locked door opens.

The bodyguard usurers you into the dining room, the floor and walls covered in dark wood, a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Your heels tap against the floor as you make your way over to the table, fighting the bodyguard slightly as he pushes you down into your seat at a candle lit table next to a floor to ceiling window that looks over the London sky line. In front of you, sipping red wine sits the black haired god from earlier, his tie that was so elegantly hung around his neck previously, now draped over his shoulders as the buttons on his shirt sit undone, showing the top of his collarbones.

“Now, we can finally start our date” he says poring you a glass of wine.

“I hope your journey was not too tedious” he says, an amused tone in his voice as he places the bottle of wine back onto the table.

“You can’t be serious? You are literally holding me hostage” you reply, crossing your arms and slouching in your chair as you watch his jaw tighten.

“Fine, you can at least tell me your name now, although I didn’t come willingly I am here, and you promised me your name” you continue as you lift the glass of wine and take a large gulp.

“Loki, Loki Laufeyson. Are you scared pet? You must have heard of me or at least my reputation” he replies, his name striking fear in you. No matter how much you may have suspected that he was the violent and vicious owner of the club, and most of London for that matter, now faced with the truth head on; you were terrified.

“Oh my little pet, you are scared. You have no idea how it affects me so to see you tremble” he says as his hands come together, one massaging the other looking although he is trying to restrain himself just as the food arrives at the table.

It is laid out perfectly, carved carrots into little flowers surrounding a delicious looking salmon dish. You were admittedly starving, you could never eat before performing due to nervousness, no matter how many times you performed so now a few hours on, you were ravenous.

He tries to make polite chit chat over dinner, as much as someone that has kidnapped you can, much to his dismay you continue to sass him and talk back, never bending to his will. He had once again slowly crept closer to you as the evening went on, it was well past midnight by the time you’d finished dinner and he was now so close that you were essentially in his lap, despite your constant refusal of his affections.

“I’m tired, I’d like to go home now Loki, please” you ask as his hand grazes your thigh through the slit in your dress.

“I’m afraid that will not be possible, love. You’ll be staying with me from now on” he replies, at this point you are almost too tired to argue.

“Loki, please, I just want to go home!” You say in a loudness slightly above your average tone, making Loki squeeze your inner thigh causing you to jump and hiss in pain. Just as you go to fight back Loki gestures to one of his men. You feel a sharp pain in your neck before your speech begins to slur and your eyes close.

Although you are once again on the brink of unconsciousness, you feel Loki lift you, carrying you in his arms into the bedroom you were in before. You felt him place you on what you assumed was the bed as you sense the familiar feeling of the silk sheets upon your skin before falling into a deep medicated sleep.

You are awakened by light hitting your face, you assume it must be coming from a window but when you look around, there is not a window in sight. You sit up in bed realising that your clothes have been changed while you slept, now wearing a silk night dress. Alone in the room you feel yourself about to cry as you realise that your ankles are chained to one of the posts of the bed, the sound of the door opening snaps you from your thoughts.

“Good morning darling” Loki says as he walks into the room dressed in a different but still elegant suit. He places a tray full of food in front of you, pancakes with maple syrup and a freshly squeezed glass of orange juice placed on top of the golden tray. He sits beside you with his legs draped over the side of the bed as he begins to cut your food into pieces, bringing a fork filled with food to your lips encouraging you to eat.

“You will not lift a finger while you are here, everything will be done for you. Only the best for my pretty pet” he says as he places a kiss onto your cheek while you chew your mouthful of food. Once you have finished he lifts the glass of orange juice to your lips, you drink the cool liquid quickly, wrapping your hand around his for stability. Your grip on his hand making his chest tighten and his breath hitch, the feeling of your soft skin on his calloused hands fanning the flames of his need for you.

“Wh.. when can I leave?” You ask much more cautiously now, you’ve tested the restraints, unless he lets you go; there’s no escape.

“Oh sweet thing, one day soon you will not want to leave, if anything you will beg for me to keep you here” he says as he strokes the hair from your face, placing it behind your ear.

“Please.. I just want to go home” you say as your eyes fill with tears, looking up at him in desperation. Without warning he slaps you in the face, his expression flat and unfeeling.

“I didn’t want to do that, but you pushed me to it, darling. Now, I have business to attend to, I will join you again tonight” with that he stands and takes the food from you, kissing you on the lips before he leaves.

Left alone again you try and break the chains that bind your ankles but it is of no use, you are well and truly trapped. Just as the night before he brings you for dinner with him, every night he pushes your boundaries a little further, determined to break you. He is equal parts caring and cruel, lovingly looking after you for a while before switching to almost an entirely different personality, hitting you and breaking your spirit.

You must have lived in his house for at least a month by now, every day the same, every day you comply with him slightly more. You had almost grown used to it, comfortable with his treatment of you. Yes he had touched you, but he’d never gone further than touching, he was certain that you’d beg for him before long. But as time rolled on it was growing more evident every day that you were determined to never give in and his patience was growing thin. He had encouraged you to call him master or occasional daddy, but much to his dismay you only used these titles when he hurt you.

Sitting in your room reading as always you hear the front door slam, the noise sounding loud enough to have ripped it from its hinges. The sound of Loki’s feet hitting against the wooden floor approaching your door as the key unlocks it, Loki storms in and throws you back further on to the bed, slapping you on the ass hard as he throws you down.

“Loki!” You scream his name as he places his hand around your throat choking you.

“I’ve had a particularly difficult day, Pet. And I have grown tired of your games, you will submit to me. Now.” He growls as he rips the fabric that covers your body in half, tearing it off of you as you fight in protest.

Pinning your legs open, placing one of his knees on yours he holds you down as he uses his free hand to undo his belt. Pulling the belt from his trousers he wraps it around your neck, pulling it tight around your throat and holding it in his now free’d hand. You continue to struggle as he pulls his length from his trousers, pushing himself inside of your tight entrance. As you gasp for air he releases the belt around your throat slightly, pressing his body further into yours. He trails kisses and bites down your neck and chest, sucking your nipple into his mouth drawing a moan from you.

His other hand presses into your hip, rocking himself vigorously in and out of you as your wetness begins to grow. As his pace quickens you stop fighting back, now wrapping your arms around his still clothed back. You know you should hate him and protest, but as he starts rubbing circles into your clit you feel the first flutters of your growing orgasm. Every movement pulling more pleasure from you, feeling as if he was hitting spots deep within you that you never even knew you had. Just as your orgasm approaches his pace slows, your wanton moans fill the room as you slip your hands over his chest, pulling his suit jacket off.

Once removed, you begin undoing his tie and then the buttons of his shirt, as quickly as your hands would let you. Pushing his shirt over his shoulders his chest is bare to you for the first time, his toned body pressed against you. Something you didn’t expect was the large tattoo covering his chest, the symbols appearing to be something ancient and Nordic. You only have a few seconds to take in the unique pattern before he pulls out of you and forces you to the ground, releasing your ankles from their constraints.

Placing you on your knees, your back is pressed against the end of the bed. Loki stands in front of you now completely naked, grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling you closer to him as the belt from around your neck is discarded to the floor.

“Open your mouth little one” he says as he glides his thumb across your lips, pushing it into your mouth making you suck on his thumb for a second. Removing it from your mouth he glides the wetness over his tip as he moans quietly at the feeling.

“My cock isn’t going to suck itself, little one” he says as he pulls your mouth up to meet his tip. You open your mouth eagerly to please him, an action that is as much of a surprise to him as it is to you.

You begin by placing kitten licks to the top of his length before sliding him softly into your mouth. You place your hands on his shaft and begin pumping in unison with your mouth. The thought runs through your head that you could bite him and try to escape, but almost as if he reads your mind he grabs ahold of your jaw, pulling it open even wider to push himself deeper.

Your head hitting the back of the bed he begins to thrust into your mouth, pushing your hands off his length. He wraps his hand around your throat just below your jaw as his cock hits the back of your throat causing you to gag. The noises you make causing Loki to moan out loudly. The sight of you on your knees for him, finally, pushing him closer to his climax, but still he wants more, he wants you to submit completely to him.

His pace quickens on your throat making your eyes fill with water as his length travels as far down as you can take him.

“Norns, you love this, don’t you little one?” He asks, you try to nod but he holds your head still as his moans turn into grunts, His head falling back, his inky black hair hitting his shoulders. With one last thrust he cums within your mouth, the hot liquid trickling down your throat, drinking as much of him in as you can. Riding out his high, you continue to suck him lightly until every drop of cum has been cleaned from him. His length is still impeccably hard and you can tell that he is far from done with you as he lifts you from the floor, pushing you back onto the bed.

“Spread your legs” he demands, as you lie in front of him unmoving.

“Don’t make me ask twice kitten” he continues, you quickly spread your legs to him, a groan releasing from his mouth as he takes in the sight of your glistening folds. He places a quick slap onto your clit for being so disobedient before kissing down your thighs. His fingers spread you wide for him, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit, groaning at the taste of you. Your hands carefully run through his hair, scared you’ll earn yourself a punishment if you touch him in the wrong way.

He slides his tongue into your entrance, swirling around in the pool of moisture that has rapidly grown between your legs. Your moans filling the air as he slides a finger inside you, licking back up to your clit as he sucks on it lightly. His long fingers brushing against your velvet walls, you almost scream as he slides a second and then third inside you. Your walls fluttering around his fingers as your climax washes over you, his unrelenting pace drawing out your climax for what feels like forever before he slips them out of you.

His form towering over you, wordlessly he slams his cock back inside you, the same relentless pace he gave your throat now resumed inside your heat. Grasping one of your legs he throws it over his shoulder, plunging deeply inside you until he bottoms out, brushing against your cervix. You scream out and run your nails down his chest, marking his pristine ivory skin with red lines as he fucks you. Just as you feel your second climax building he slows, drawing out the moment, burning the image of you pinned below him into his mind. The slowed pace almost unbearable, desperate for more you finally give in and grant him his wish.

“P..please… more, please.. daddy” you whine out, finally using the title he had asked you to. The second the words leave your mouth his lips are on yours and once again he resumes his inhuman pace on your heat. Animalistic grunts leave his throat as his climax builds, pulling your other leg and placing it over his shoulder. Your knees pushed almost to the sides of your face he kisses you feverishly, biting and sucking on your lips as his tongue slips into your mouth. His hand grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, drilling you down further into the mattress. Your moans of pleasure fill the room, you are certain that he’s fucking you at this inhuman pace just to hear the sounds that escape your throat.

Loki feels himself close to cumming, going to pull himself out of you to coat your stomach in his liquid.

“No, please breed me daddy. P..please fill me up” you groan out, pushing your hips down further to meet his, he flashes his villainous smile at you before he bends down, biting into the skin on your neck as he cums.

His cock pushed deep inside you, you feel his cum coating your velvet walls, the liquid spilling out of you staining the silk sheets beneath you. His hand darts to your clit, spreading the new wetness over your sensitive nub. Rubbing circles into your bundle of nerves it only takes a few seconds for you to climax with him, milking the last of his cum from his cock as your walls tense around him.

As soon as he removes himself from you, you are reminded of where you are and who your with. The horrifying reality setting in pulling you rapidly from your post coital bliss. Loki disappears from the bed, walking into the bathroom connected to your room. Alone on the bed again you pull the sheets up around you, your knees to your chest nervously waiting for him to return.

Walking back into the room he kisses you softly, pulling the sheets down passed your legs. He brings a moistened towel to your heat, cleaning you up carefully, you flinch at the contact expecting him to turn and hurt you at any given moment. Once you are all clean he places the cloth back into the bathroom and joins you in bed, pulling you into his lap.

“My perfect girl, you’ve been so good for me” he says as he strokes your hair, playfully kissing your lips and then down your neck making you giggle. You relax into him, constantly waiting for the penny to drop and for him to hurt you, but to your surprise the pain never comes.

“This is for you sweet thing” he says as he pulls a velvet box from the locked side table. Inside gently placed on a cushion is a thin golden collar with green details etched into it. He clips it around your neck and kisses all over your throat.

“You will wear this always. You are mine, my property and everyone will know” he says, slipping a finger under under the collar, pulling you up by it to kiss him.

During the night you cuddled with him constantly, you knew that it wasn’t right to feel so attached to him. He had kidnapped you and he wouldn’t be letting you go any time soon. But you felt absolutely infatuated with him, at this stage if he tried to let you go you would have screamed the house down. You belonged to him and you desperately wanted to please him.

“I love you pet” he whispered to you through the night, constantly telling you how beautiful you were and admitting his feelings for you over and over.

Over the next few weeks he trained you until you were exactly as he wanted you. Whenever he had visitors you would sit on your knees on the floor next to him, occasionally nuzzling your head into his thigh for attention. Every night he would make you tend to his every sexual whim, fucking you until you couldn’t think straight.

You know it’s wrong, you really do, but your too far gone to care. You love him.

Tag list (shortened for this specific fic): @acciotherapists @purplekitten30 @anemois-hiraeth @unknownidentitie

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.

[ Wishes Of Us ]

[ A LOKI ODINSON IMAGINE ]

《 masterlist 》

-> Series <-

• Wonders Of Us [ Part 1 ]

• Stars Of Us [ Part 2 ]

• Memories Of Us [ Part 3 ]

• Answer [ Part 4 ]

• Burn [ Part 4 ] (Alternate Ending Version)

[ Bruce, Valkyrie, and Loki sitting on a bench ]

Thor: Why do you guys look so sad?

Loki: Seat down with us and we'll tell you..

[ Thor sits down ]

Loki: the bench is freshly painted

Thor:

Y/N: *picking up a dare from a bowl* My favorite Asgardian?

Y/N: *looks at Sif*

Fandral: *stands infront of Sif*

Y/N: *looks over at Thor*

Fandral: Stay out of the way Thor! *immediately pull Thor away from Y/N*

Thor: i'm just gonna ask Y/N if she saw my hammer... :,(

Y/N: *meets Fandral's gaze*

Fandral: Y-Y/N

Y/N: *looks behind Fandral* Loki, come here for a moment..

Loki: Does anyone know where to buy a wedding ring?

Thor: For wedding?

Loki: No. MaYbE fOr a BIrthDay.. i don't even know why I became you brother.

Peter: I'm running away from my problems...

Ned: you hate running..

Peter:

Peter: I'm ubering away from my problems

Bucky: I'm sad...

Sam: Listen here you bit--you're the most beautiful art I--

Meanwhile--

Thor: I'm sad..

*Loki looks at Thor*

Loki: Good..

*Loki already writing 3000 speeches for Thor*

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!

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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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ayoo! do you mind if i could get a marvel ship with a male?

im really quiet and shy at first, and because of that i get really flustered and nervous easily, especially if i don't really know you and because of my own trust issues. but im really quite friendly and I'll open up to you more once it'll just take some time for me to open my shell. Once it does, i become a huge dork who's also a klutz.

i love to read and write because it allows me to express my thoughts and ideas. my interests are mostly in the social sciences with history, politics, and philosophy being my favorites to discuss, so i prefer to talk and think deeply when im with someone rather than small talk.

my friends say im a soft cinnamon roll since im really warm, sweet, empathetic, and encouraging to them as well as being gentle and enthusiastic about anything. but they also say that im an old soul because of my said interests, knowledge, and advice as well as being charmingly silly at the same time. I love my loved ones and im really loyal and loving towards them and I'll do anything in my power to help and protect them and I'm constantly looking out for them.

although i can definitely be independent, in a group setting, i work wel with others and be calm and composed most of the time as well taking my role seriously and being a responsible person especially if im a leader position. im inquisitive and curious so i love to listen to all sorts of stories and ideas and taking note of them in my head, even with the smallest of details.

i do a little bit of art and photography, but my skills are far from great. i mostly do it because i love doing it and i want to keep it as a memory. i usually have my subjects being my friends or the scenery around me whenever im out and about, but I do love writing about my experiences and thoughts.

For my mbti, I'm an INFJ and my harry potter house is Ravenclaw.

Geez, this was a bit too long than i expected but i hope you don't mind! hope you're doing good and thanks in advance!

Hi! Hey, with more information it's easier for me to write something good since I've got more things to work with. I love how so many of the people that requested are INFJs, since it's believed to be the rarest personality type XD Well anyway, I match you with:

Bruce Banner

Homeboy's pretty shy as well, so I imagine it was one of the other avengers that set you two up (my bets are on Nat, because she wants to see Bruce happy).

Once you two really get used to each other though...cuteness ensues.

He's also a big dork when with the right people, expect him to tell you at least one science based joke a day (that he's probably gonna end up explaining to you...But he doesn't mind, he's actually really good at explaining stuff so that you get it and if it gets a laugh out of you at the end, it's worth it for him.)

He's not really a clutz, but never gets mad/frustrated when you have an accident. If you trip and take some things down with you? It's okay, that happens, just don't touch the acid that's now on the floor love, he'll find something to clean it up <3

If you're a nght owl, you could spend late nights with each other. He would tinker with some stuff he and Tony were working on for the past week and since Tony has been living on coffee and pure willpower, Bruce sent him to bed, saying he would do the work for him.

You would come some time later because you don't like waiting on him so late. He doesn't show it much, but he really appreciates you keeping him company. You can read your book while he still works out some kinks on their project while having a pleasant conversation about really anything.

Bruce likes to have long talks about politics and philosophy, it really stimulates the brain, y'know? He likes it when he can think hard about something. Though he doesn't like arguing about it.

It certainly makes him feel a certain kind of way seeing you care for others so intensely. He's always wanted a normal life, have a nice family, live a calm life. It makes him kind of sad that things turned out different, but hey, if they didn't, he wouldn't have met you. And it's not like you two can't have a family together...

That's really Bruce's biggest dream, to settle down and live a happy life with you.

If you want to embarass him, take a picture of him. He is definitely the kind of person to hide their face when you tell them you're taking a picture of them. Especially if you tell him he looks handsome, homeboy's face turns hot like a damn furnace.

Others I can see you with: Loki Laufeyson - Loki would definitely be amused by your shyness, but since he discovered that you're someone he can hold a serious conversation with, he makes an effort to at least be on good terms with you, he is really bored amongst the other avengers. He would tease you for your clumsiness, but would check if you're hurt every time. Also, cuddling and reading is a must. When you've had a bad day, he would read to you, but would love it if you read to him as well. Loki would admire your loaylty and care for others, if you haven't earned his respect before with your knowledge, you definitely have his respect now. He would love to take you to Asgard, so that you could take some picture, because let's be honest, it's a beautiful place (not to mention he'd love to look at them when he gets homesick/nostalgic). Loki would also love to teach you about Asgardian culture and customs and would love how your eyes sparkle with wonder and excitement. Plus if you remember the thing he tells you? You would be a goddess in his eyes.