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Tom during the England warm-ups

He has such a peachy butt 😆

Tom and Zawe

At day 14 of Wimbledon in matching blue outfits.

They’re the cutest couple 😩😍🫠

Tom with Fans yesterday

He looks so sexy in that shirt 😍🫠.

I wonder what he is doing in the photo with the high vis 🤔

Tom, Bobby and baby

Out for a stroll in north London

So pretty and god is he’s hair looking sexy 👀

King (Loki Laufeyson)

Warnings: smut, handjob, blowjob, Loki called king. This is PWP, my bestie send me this photo and I couldn’t control myself sorry. All mistakes are mine, enjoy!

“Kneel before me, darling”.

His eyes never left yours as you made your way down. He had you on your knees pleading for him, for your king.

You moved your hands to his pants, pressing them on his hard on. With a smile you looked at him.

“I see you ready for me, my king.”

Loki growled at the name.

“You are playing with fire my Dear. Behave.”

He seemed serious but you could see how much he liked when you teased him.

“Yes, my King.”

You didn’t wait a minute to undo his pants, easily moving them down. He was not wearing underwear, so his cock set free, pointing right at you.

“You are so hard…”

You wanted him now. You asked permission with your eyes, with a devil smile he nodded at you.

Your eyes went to his cock again. You watched it with hungry, Loki liked it, a lot.

Wetting your lower lip you grabbed his cock with a hand and squeezed it. He hissed in response, then you started to move your hand up and down, working his cock, the little movement made his shaft grow its last centimetres.

You wanted him to enjoy this but you didn’t want it to be over so quick so you kept moving your hand in a slow pace. Now you could feel it spasming on your hand.

You moved your thumb to the tip, already wet with pre-cum and began to rub it.

“Oh, that’s feels so good.”

Happy with having his approval you kept going, up and down as your thumb rubbed the tip.

“Mmm, I would love to come just like this my dear. But you know I need more than that.” You looked at him, waiting for his next demand. “You look so innocent, but we both know you are not. Right?”

Loki caressed your cheek, you smiled at the touch. He moved his thumb to your lips, you opened your mouth sucking his finger.

“I want to fuck your mouth baby. Will you let me?” His eyes were on your lips as you let his finger go before you nodded whispering a yes.

He grabbed his cock and rubbed it against your lips, teasing himself. When you nor him couldn’t take it anymore, you opened your mouth, tongue out, testing the crown. The salty taste of his pre cum invaded your mouth as you licked him like a lolipop.

Loki hand left his cock, leaving you space to lick all of him. What you did. You moved your eyes, locking your eyes with his, as you opened your mouth and took all of him in one delicious suck.

He saw stars. Literally.

“Oh my…This is delicious my love… Keep going’’.

You did so, moving your head slowly as your tongue worked it’s way around him. It was a perfect combination, the way you sucked him and the way your tongue licked him… But he couldn’t take it, it was too slow for him.

He decided to take care of it. He grabbed the back of your head and began to thrust into your mouth with force. Your eyes never left his as you let him fuck your mouth. Almost losing your balance ,you put your hands on his tights, balancing yourself as he slid in and out of your mouth.

“If this is heaven I will die happily.” He moaned as he felt once again your tongue. He couldn’t believe how you could work him that good.

He’s not going to complain tho.

Loki kept the pace, feeling how his guts were tensing, balls ready for the inevitable explosion of pleasure,he was almost there.

“Your king is going to come for you, I hope you’re ready for it.’’

You watched how his body arch in ecstasy and began to thrust irregularly, he closed his eyes ,and he tilted his heart back and with a sigh he began to come.

His body tensed, all the tension on his lower belly as his cock swelled, and then he came.

Spurts of cum filled your mouth as Loki moaned a groaned. His thrust began to slow down as you happily swallowed him up.

He opened his eyes and looked at you with a smile on his face -your smile-. His face was calm, and he looked good fucked and you were proud of it.

’‘You pleased your king.”

tags: @marvelreplay @lokilvrr @mrvlthomas

mr.cooper

pairing: loki x black!reader

summary: loki tells you that he is db cooper

warnings: none

a/n: this has to be my favorite scene in the whole entire episode.

it’s not everyday that you date a god but, it’s also not everyday that you find out that the god you are dating was technically is d.b. cooper.

“YOU’RE D.B. COOPER” i look at loki in complete disbelief and he nods. i get out of bed and start pacing around the room trying to wrap my head around the fact that i was dating d.b. cooper.

“darling you are in fact dating d.b. cooper” i stop pacing to look at him, he looks amused by all of this and it makes me want to punch him in his beautiful face. “i’m glad you find my face beautiful” he says and i huff in annoyance.

“stop reading my mind loki” i pout and he chuckles “you are one of the greatest unsolved mysteries, how did you escape with no trace” i ask and he smiles.

“the bifrost” he states and i nod, it makes since but why did he even do that, “i lost a bet with thor” he answers and i roll my eyes.

“loki” i whine as i get back into bed and he pulls me into him, i rest my head on his chest and listen to the beat of his heart.

“i’m sorry love but your thoughts are loud, it’s kind of hard to miss” i look up at him and playfully glare at him.

“does anyone else know about this?” i ask and he shakes his head.

“other than thor, heimdall, and now you i don’t think so” he rests his chin on the top of my head.

“do you still have any of the money?” i ask curiously and he laughs.

“no darling”

“dammit”

“i love you”

“i love you too mr.cooper”

time moves slow

pairing: loki x black!reader

summary: after seeing you in the video about his life, loki steals a tempad to meet you.

warnings: mentions of death, grief, depression

a/n: this was so sad to write but i hope you guys like it <3

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asks and requests are open !

after mobius walked out a minuteman walked in, loki quickly punched him knocking the poor man out. he grabbed the tempad off of the man, making quickly work of taking his collar off.

he set the time and place that he wanted to go before the portal appeared, he walked through it and was suddenly in a living room. he looked around and saw a picture of him and the woman he saw on the tape mobius played.

she was gorgeous, she was wearing a beautiful green dress that matched his tie. he felt a sense of pride knowing that this was the woman who loved him so much, but also the woman who mourned over the loss of her love.

loki looked around a little more before he heard the sound of keys outside of the apartment door, he immediately settled himself in the couch waiting to see the woman in person.

*******************************************************

i walked into my apartment just like any other day , it was an endless cycle. doing the same thing over and over again until it became ingrained in my brain

wake up

eat breakfast

go to work

come home

cook and eat dinner

go to bed

repeat

it had been that way for the last five years, trying to keep him out of my mind. the loss and the pain was too much, mourning and grieving also became too much so i simply stopped.

i closed my door behind me and i put my keys in the bowl, i walked into my living room and saw him sitting on my couch.

my hand came over my mouth in shock, tears welling in my eyes as i took in his face. “loki” i whispered, he looked at me and smiled before his smile dropped again. “you’re not my loki” i mumble and he nods.

“no, i’m sorry to disappoint” he says softly as he walks up to me, i shake my head in disagreement. “no it’s nice to see you again” i smile sadly at him as i cup his cheek, he leans into my touch making the tears fall from my eyes.

“i don’t have a lot of time” he starts grabbing the hand that was cupping his cheek “i have one question” he looks at me in my eyes “what was it like being with me” he asks.

“it was amazing, i wouldn’t change anything about our relationship” i start “we loved each other and i honestly don’t think i could ever be with anyone else” i sniffle reminiscing over everything we did in this apartment.

“i was good” he whispers and i smile sadly as tears fall down my face “i actually did something good” he whispers.

“and i wouldn’t change that either, yes time has moved excruciatingly slow, loosing you was so hard” i look at him and see a tear fall from his eyes “it was so hard and i couldn’t move, i couldn’t function, i was stuck and i just wanted everything to stop” i say through tears.

“i’m sorry” he whispers “i’m so so sorry” he whispers and i smile at him say “don’t apologize” i mumble “you did what some people could never do and you saved lives, thousands” he smiles before frowning.

“i have to go” he mumbles sadly and i nod “i know” i whisper looking at him, i kiss his cheek softly before smiling at him. he cups my cheek gently before kissing me, the kiss was gentle yet passionate.

after a minute he pulls away and smiles sadly, he grabs the little tablet he has and a doorway appears. he walks towards it but stops as soon as he reaches it, he looks at me and i smile “thank you for loving me” he says before walking through the doorway.

loving you was easy, it was you leaving that scarred

hope you understand

pairings: loki x black!reader, thor x black!reader (platonic), odin x black!reader (platonic), frigga x black!reader (platonic)

summary: loki takes you to asgard to meet his parents but things don’t go as planned

warnings: odin being an ass, yelling, swearing, just heartbreak

a/n: this hurt to write and also should i make a part 2???

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“are you excited love” loki asks jumping onto the bed with a big smile spread across his face “yes i am i finally get to meet your mother and father” i look at him as i put my curling iron down.

“is your brother already in asgard” i ask and he nods “yes he’s there for some battle” he rolls his eyes dramatically making me giggle. “loki he’s protecting your home” i reason and he smiles “come on love we have to leave soon” he warns and i nod.

i turn my curling iron off and unplug it before grabbing the white flowy sundress i had laid out and put it on. i walk over to my vanity and fix my hair, making sure i look good so that i dont embarrass him.

“you ready lo- wow” i look over and see loki smiling at me “how do i look” i ask nervously making his smile grow wider. “you my love look stunning” he walks up to me aves wraps his arms around my waist “no woman on asgard could compare to you” i smile shyly at his compliment.

“alright heimdall is waiting for us” he says as he pulls me out of the room “loki i don’t have my shoes on” i tell him through my giggles. he looks back see me and with a wiggle of his fingers i have my gold sandals on “now you do” he says making laugh.

we walk out of our apartment and loki, wraps his arm around me tightly before yelling, “heimdall!”. a rainbow bridge that loki called the bifrost surrounds us and pulls us up into space.

i cling on to loki tighter and he chuckles “i’ve got you” he assures with a smile and i smile back. we are pulled through the bifrost and walk into a circle structure where a man is standing and holding a sword.

“welcome to asgard” the man greets and i smile “you must be heimdall it’s nice to meet you” i smile and he smiles back. “they wait for you” heimdall looks at loki and he nods before grabbing my hand.

*******

we walk into the palace and i look around in awe as i admire the gold pillars that line the hallways and the ceilings painted with the most beautiful art i have ever seen.

when we get to the throne room loki looks at me in my eyes “are you ready” he asks and i nod hesitantly, he nods at the guards and they nod back before opening the doors. loki grips my hand tighter as we walk into the room, odin is sitting on his throne with frigga and thor standing in either of his sides.

loki and i stop a few feet away from the steps that lead to the throne “mother, father” loki addresses them with a nod. “i see you have brought her” frigga says as she walks down the stairs “she’s gorgeous” she admits as she walks up to me.

“it’s nice to finally meet you dear” she smiles at me and i return her smile “it’s nice to meet you as well” she looks at loki with a smile before looking at me again. “has he been doing alright” she asks and i nod “he’s been great” i assure making her smile.

“lady y/n it’s lovely to see you again” thor nods my way and i smile at him “its great to see you again too” he smiles at me before his expression changes back to soft smile he had before.

“that’s enough” odins voice booms as his staff collides with the ground, i wince at the harsh sound before turning my attention to him. “you have brought the mortal you have been talking about” he says as he looks at loki “father she has a name” loki argues. i put my hand on his arm to let him know it’s ok and not to argue with his father.

“if i may i would like to have a word with loki alone” odin says and i look at loki confused and he nods before handing me over to frigga who takes my hand. as we walk away from the throne i look at loki one more time before walking out of the throne room.

*******

loki looked at his father confused as the doors you just walked out of closed “what was that” loki asks raising his voice. “leave her” odin says making loki scoff “i’m not leaving her i love her” loki argues.

odin laughs at loki’s confession “you fell in love with a mortal” odin yells “thor did so whats so wrong with me falling in love with one” loki asks but odin doesn’t answer.

“do what i told you or i will” odin warns before leaving loki in the throne room all by himself.

*******

“did i do something” i ask thor and he shakes his head “you did nothing wrong” he assures and i nod hesitantly before frigga walks back into the room and pulls thor out to talk.

i play with my fingers nervously as they talk. my mind going a thousand different places wondering, each place worst than the last.

soon loki walks into the room and i get up to hug him but he stops me, i look at him confused and he shakes his head. “we’re done” my heart stops as those words leave his mouth.

“what?” tears cloud my vision as i look at him in disbelief “we’re done” he repeats as the tears fall down my eyes.

“why” i ask trying to keep my voice steady “i don’t love you anymore” he looks at me with a straight face as he says it. “is it because of something i did” i ask and he scoffs.

“you’re a mortal of course you did something wrong” he raises his voice making me flinch, he’s never raised his voice at me. “i could never love or even like a mortal, you are nothing but a waste of space, brainless matter that mopes around all day” he says calmly as the tears fall down my face

“brother” thor warns “shut up” loki yells at his brother “you never meant anything to me, you never will mean anything to me because you are nothing but a pathetic mortal” loki spits at me as i stand there shocked, embarrassed, hurt.

“that’s enough y/n come with me” thor says as he walks over to me and guides me out of the room and into another. i break down in thor’s arms letting out the most painful cries he had ever heard in his 1500 years of living.

*******

frigga walks over to loki’s shaking body and hugs him as he cries into her shoulder “he made me do it mother i never wanted to hurt her” he sobs into her shoulder making her heart break. “i know” she rubs his back gently as he cries into her shoulder “i know”

frigga looks back at odin who had a read less expression on his face before turning back on to her son who was in need of comfort.

as loki cried he hoped that one day he could tell you or at least understand why he did what he did.

Loki - Please

Warnings: Torture (not graphic), angst

Word count: 2110

Other: You are Loki's wife of many centuries. Inspired by a picture I found on Pinterest.

"Please! Take me, not her! Please, I beg you! She won't survive!" Loki rammed his whole body to the wall with pure desperation as the guards hauled you away yet again. It was the third time this week, and it was really taking a toll on you as well as Loki. It killed him on the inside to hear your screams but not be able to help you. There was also another reason he prayed that they would stop. You were pregnant, and even if it didn't show yet, the blood loss and shock might cause a miscarriage.

Loki had tried everything to make the guards take him instead of you. He had tried insulting and bribery and threatening and pleading but none worked. Every time he asked why they did this, they gave the same answer.

"King's orders." The same man that he had once called father was now torturing his wife. Anger and desperation fought inside Loki, but he couldn't do anything, he could just listen to your screams and pleas.

After what felt like forever, Loki had dislocated his shoulder trying to break out, and you were brought back. The guards had to half carry you, you were so weak that you could barely stand. They shoved you inside the cell next to Loki's and left the dungeons after glancing at Loki, who was holding his bloody and wrung shoulder. You had sunken down next to the wall that was closest to Loki, and he hurried to you and sunk down to see you. Your cheeks were covered in tears but you were breathing steadily.

"My dearest?" Loki called you, and you lifted your head tiredly to look at him. As he met your gaze and noticed the shiver you did every time you had to move, his own tears got free. He placed his hand on the wall, and you placed yours opposite of his. This was the closest you got to a touch, as it seemed that Odin enjoyed torturing the two of you, locking you up next to each other but not being able to physically touch.

"Don't cry, love. We will get through this." You promised him in a quiet voice, and a shiver ran down Loki's back as he realized how weak it was.

"I'll get you out of here. I promise." He whispered to you.

"I don't care who I have to beg from, I will get you out." He promised and meant every word. He hoped that his brother would help him, even after the attack on New York.

At that moment, the doors opened and Thor walked in with a young healer woman and gestured quietly at your cell. Loki tensed but relaxed soon as he saw the woman signed to you and you answered weakly and then she started to tend to your wounds. The healer, Anastasia, had been born deaf but you had always fought for her right to get to act as a hearer and after years of persistent work from both her and you, she became one of the best ones, much to Odin's dismay.

"Brother," Thor spoke to Loki, who slowly moved his gaze from you to the taller man.

"We need to get her out of here." Thor's words caught Loki by surprise as he was ready to beg him to smuggle you out.

"Why would you help her? You are the one that brought her here, remember?" Loki was suspicious, and Thor's eyes got a sad twinge.

"Trust me, I would have never brought her here if I had known that this is the treatment she would receive. And I can't let my niece or nephew die." Loki's head shot up to see the gentle look in his brother's eyes.

"Yes, I know about her pregnancy. We have to get her out of here soon. Tomorrow night, be ready to run. Get as much rest as you can. I will assign so many guards to the north border so they don't have the resources to torture her again." Loki shivered at the casual tone Thor was using but didn't say anything.

- - - -

The whole day went by in a flash, and soon it was night and Thor sneaked down after giving the other prisoners some sleeping draught so they wouldn't be able to tell who did this. You were still weak from the weeks of malnourishment and torture, and you could barely stand up so Thor had to help you out of the cell. He opened Loki's who stepped forward and gently cupped your face. Even in your weakened state, you were just as beautiful as the day he had met you.

"My dearest." He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips and you caressed his cheek with your hand. You couldn't get words out as you were too happy to finally be with him again.

Your happiness was short lived as Loki gently pushed you back into Thor's chest after one last kiss and he kicked the wall to activate the door again.

"Loki! What are you doing?" Thor questioned, but Loki just shook his head and gestured to the door with a hasty wave.

"Take her and go. It will be easier for you to get out if it's just the two of you." Thor seemed to hesitate and you leaned into the wall that yet again separated the two of you.

"Love." You begged, but Loki took a step back even if he felt like his heart was torn into shreds.

"Go!" He commanded Thor, who gently picked you up and carried you away while you tried your best to get back to your husband, crying for Thor to let you go.

Thor sprinted across the city, hiding in the shadows of the palace and he carried you to the Bifrost. It was clear that Heimdall had been waiting for you, because as soon as the two of you arrived at the bridge, he and Thor exchanged a few, quick words before Heimdall sent you away. That was the moment you blacked out and Thor felt his heart jump as he hoped it was not too late for you or the baby.

The Avengers living in the tower were surprised, to say the least, as Thor turned up to their doorstep with an unconscious woman on his arms, almost frantic that she needed to be saved. He refused to answer any questions.

"I'll answer your questions after you have helped her." Was all he said until she was wheeled off on a gurney. Bruce had started to work on her with other doctors, and the other's were looking at Thor expectingly as he paced back and forth in the waiting room.

"Ah, yes. Answers. I think I promised those." Thor muttered and turned to the team.

"What do you want to know?" He asked, fearing that they would refuse to have you there as soon as they heard who you were. And yet, the first question was the one he feared the most and it came from Tony.

"Who is she, Thor?" Before answering, Thor took a deep breath and hoped that they would understand and listen to everything he had to say.

"She is Loki's wife. Before you say anything, I just want you to know that she was tortured multiple times a week and I just couldn't watch her or my brother to suffer any longer. And I could't let my nephew or niece to die." There was a silence that was broken by Steve.

"I think you did the right thing." This earned him a few glances that read that "are you out of your mind?!" but he ignored them. He turned to them.

"Even if the child is Loki's, the baby is still innocent and I believe she is too. We can't turn them away now. What kind of heroes would we be then?" The team shared a glance and that was all it took. No words needed. You would stay there.

- - - -

It had been almost a year since you had gotten back, and even if the scars on your body never disappeared, you healed and got your strength back relatively fast to give birth to a healthy baby girl. She had your eyes but Loki's black hair and magic. The whole team soon got over the fact that you were Loki's wife, and Clint often joked about how did Loki get so patient and kind wife and a well-behaved kid. Popetina (your daughter) did still have a little bit of mischief in her blood.

"What did you expect, she is Loki's daughter after all?" Natasha, who you had gotten close to and who had been named Popetina's godmother had asked Tony when he had found all of his suits colored bright green and gold.

You loved your new home and your daughter, but you still missed Loki. Every. Single. Day. Nat tried helping you to get your mind off of it and it worked for a while but he never truly left your mind. Thor was rarely there, so you didn't have any way of knowing if he was alright or even alive. Thor had, however, managed to smuggle the photo album to you, filled with pictures of you and Loki. Popetina (your daughter) could now tell Loki out of a picture and would scream "Dada! Dada!" every time his photo was in her line of sight.

One normal day, you were putting Popetina down on her nap in your room when there was a mysterious green smoke in the living room, followed by a flash of light. There stood the brothers, and Loki was struggling to support Thor, who had a huge bleeding gash on his side.

"Hello." Loki greeted with a tone that was meant to be casual but there was a clear nervous undertone. Steve and Bucky helped Thor to the medbay when the rest of the team stayed and leered at Loki, who stood clearly nervous and bothered in the middle. Natasha sneaked off, realizing that their old squabble could wait after you had met him. She knew how much it tore you apart.

You were expecting it to be your favorite food or something like that after Natasha had dragged you to the living room for a surprise. You would have guessed what it really was as you entered the room. Your hands flew to your mouth and an audible gasp left your lips as you saw him standing in the middle of the room. All heads turned to you, and as your eyes met, your first tear ran down your cheek. You didn't know what to do. You wanted to scream and yell at him for staying behind but you also wanted to sob into his neck as he held you tight. Loki decided for the both of you as he stepped to you with a few long strides and pulled you to his chest tightly. You buried your head into the crook of his neck and sobbed, squeezing him tightly as you feared he might disappear any minute. Nat ushered everyone out so the two of you could be alone and you were thankful for that.

You lifted your head from his neck and studied his face and inhaled his scent. It was just as good as you remembered it to be and his eyes were just as green as they always were. Loki on the other hand just stared at you, not completely sure that if this was a dream. You were there and you were alright. He slid his hands to your waist and pulled you closer as he placed his lips gently on yours. The kiss was long and sweet, and you didn't want it to end as you feared he might disappear when it did. When the kiss ended and he was still there, you pulled back and grabbed his hand.

“Come. There is someone I want you to meet." Loki's pulse quickened at your words, and he couldn't speak as he saw the little girl sleeping in her bed. Wrapping his arms around you, he wished he would stay there forever. The moment was perfect. He was sure nothing could top it until he heard the one word that turned his entire world upside down. And he didn't complain one bit as he had everything he had ever wanted and more.

These are old. Please don’t judge.

Prompt: “ don't cry... oh, please don't cry... “

-screnwriter

Loki x 1st person reader

(Fem? I said ‘little girl’, but other then that gnc :)

We were all trying our hardest to take that thing down. It was nearly impossible. We were all losing stamina; me a bit more than the others. We were almost done. We were so close. But there he went. Straight to the ground with only a single, fatal jab.

“Go! I got this!” Thor called out to me as he saw the panic nearly consume me. I swear, I ran faster than light itself. He attempted to silence his groans and cries out of pain as I greeted him at his side.

“Loki..” it was almost inaudible as I brushed his tangled hair off the side of his cheek. We both knew; though I’d rather not admit it. He stopped trying to sit up and examine his wound, resting his head against the scorched planet. His breathing was unsteady as I tried to get through his armor.

“Tell Thor I love him and-“

“No!”

I was not ready to let go. Determined as I was, I looked back at him, his smile still sweet as ever, even through his ache. I had been choking back my tears until that point.

‘Oh gods, down come the flood gates’

I couldn’t even help it, they were just flowing. My hand stayed resting on his cheek while the other sat on his shoulder.

“Don’t cry, oh, please don’t cry my love.” He started an attempt to put his own hand on my cheek. It shakily made its way there, still warm and soft. His thumb swiftly started wiping away tears as they fell from my eyes.

“We were supposed to have more,” I gasped. He gave me the type of ‘I know’ look a mother would her child. All I’ve dreamed of since I was a little girl, was gone. his eyes seemed to be falling heavy as his hand started to slip from my cheek.

“I love you, you know that right?” His voice was that of a groggy and raspy old man. I couldn’t help but let out an exasperated gasp of a laugh, quickly grabbing his hand with mine to keep it in place.

“I know.” My smile was wilting as fast as he was. I bent down to his face giving him one final kiss.

“I love you more.” My own hands were shaking as I whispered my remaining words to him. His smile perked up at that; I was just happy my words hadn’t fallen on deaf ears yet.

“Preposterous,” His smirk would remain engraved in my brain for a lifetime. My facial expression couldn’t stay the same. Only as his last breath was released did it remain a frown.

My head rested on his hardening chest with his now cold hand still on my cheek. Silent pleas fell out of my mouth as tears continued to fall from my eyes. I was afraid I’d be mute for life. Words cannot do him or I any justification, what his life and mine would’ve-could’ve been. Something everyone would know for sure about the what-ifs is that it would’ve been all for me; just as mine would be for him. I couldn’t unlove him now; and I didn’t want to.

“(Y/N)..” Thor hated to disrupt me, but our job was done. My voice remained silent and unused. The hurt in his own voice seemed as if it was attempted to be concealed, poorly. My eyes closed tighter, wanting to sit here till he was no more than a bag of bones. I wanted to say sorry, what for? I had no idea.

“He loves you.” I was no more than barely coherent, for it would break me to be any louder than I needed to be.

“I know.”

TW !!! SELF HARM !!

Loki x reader/you

Gender neutral !!

I recently relapsed and started to self harm again, one of the many reasons for my absence. I hope this lil fluff will help anyone else who is going through the same thing.

(P.S., this is definitely halfassed and I apologize for that)

You heard the subtle knocks on the door and assumed it was your beloved. On that assumption, you instinctively pulled your sleeves up, hiding old scars and the new. You had a major depressive episode the other night while he was asleep, causing you to relapse and sadly, cut again. He knew about your past and never held it above your head or pitied you, which you greatly appreciated.

“My love?” He gently opened the door, eventually sneaking in and closing the door behind him. You let out a quaint ‘mhm’ in response as you continued to read your book on your bed. He cautiously accompanied you on the bed and laid his hand on yours. To that you closed your book, making sure to dog-ear the page to not lose your spot. You gave Loki your full and undivided attention,to which he responded with nothing but silence.

“Is everything alright?” He said, breaking the silence after a short period of time. He’s brows were furrowed as he scanned your face for an expression. You nodded, using your other hand to fidget with the hem of your sleeve. You couldn’t bear the eye contact.

“Alright, I heard you crying in the bathroom last night, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.” He rubbed the top of your hand gently, softening his eyebrows. After a few minutes of awkward silence, you pulled your hand out from underneath his and hesitantly pulled your sleeve up, revealing the fresh cuts. You knew you could trust him, and you knew he would do anything to help you. He loved you more than life itself. Your eyes stayed glued to your scars, terrified of the disapproval on his face. But that wasn’t the case. He lifted your wrist up to his lips and placed gentle kisses on each of your scars. When he was finished, he brought his hand up to your cheek, pulling you closer and giving you a kiss on the cheek. After he pulled back he started to gently rub your cheek.

“You know I love you, correct?” He asked. You smiled, which caused him to smile. You put your hand over his and rubbed it softly with your finger tips.

“Yes, I’m just not convinced you love me more than I love you.”



I love you

A/N: Bonsoir everyone ! This is the very start of my song collection, where I write a one shot based off of a song. The very first one in the collection is going to be ‘I love you’ by Billie Eilish. Hope u enjoy !!

Premise: Loki confronts you about his feelings.

Pairing: Loki x Russian!reader

Warnings: angst, commitment issues, overthinking, I think that’s it?

(NOT PROOF READ)

Word count: 1k (ikik, it’s short >:[ )

Translations: детка = baby Kjæreste = darling

I do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog !!

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It was late at night, the sun already finding itself halfway around the world. You were snuggled down in the lap of your lover, watching television as he read his book. His hearty chuckles and obvious discontentment as he read made you smile. You were barely even watching TV anymore. It was more appealing to listen to his reactions and his faint heartbeat.

You had been laid down on his chest for an hour or so, listening to his concave chest before he questioned you.

“Kjæreste?” Loki whispered, putting his book down and resting his hand on your back; sending shivers down your spine. You looked up at him and replied with a quiet ‘hm?’, your eyes heavy from the light.

“I want to take you somewhere.” He smiled quaintly, rubbing your back slightly. As your brows contorted towards confusion, you wondered where on earth it was he wanted to take you at this hour. You had barely been dating for a month, nothing major bound to happen.

“Now?” You mumbled groggily. Loki nodded, patting your back slightly. Your brain began racking around what he could possibly be up to. It wasn’t either of yours birthdays, it wasn’t an anniversary, it wasn’t a holiday, what could he possibly want to do at two in the morning?

“Alright.” You said, laying your head back on his chest for one final breath of his scent, a loud sigh forming in your lungs. As you let it out, you sat up, stretching your arms as Loki scurried off the moment he was free from your weight.

You thought it was odd, making sure you hadn’t forgotten some estranged holiday housed in your brain’s calendar and furrowing your brows once more at the occurrence. He soon returned with his coat and shoes on, as well as yours in hand.

“Here you go kjæreste.” He smiled offering you your coat. His smile warmed your soul. Thor had mentioned that you and his mother were the only two people he had seen Loki smile at. Which felt weird, considering he does it all the time when he’s with you. As you took the coat out of his hand with a yawn, he knelt down and began putting your shoes on.

“Thank you детка.” His cheeks grew red as you spoke, making you smile. After he finished tying your sneakers, he offered his hand to help you up off of the couch.

As you walked to the elevator and all the way to Central Park, where he wanted to take you, not a word had been uttered between you. He held you close with his hand over your shoulder as he guided you to a park bench in front of the Cherry hill fountain.

The silence dared you both to say something. Nothing but your synchronized heartbeats sounding. Until finally he squeezed your hand, forcing you to look at him. As your eyes met,

“I love you.”

Was murmured from his lips.

Your eyes went wide from utter disbelief as your hand lost its grasp on his. As your body unconsciously inched from his, you could hear his heart pound even faster. His lip began to quiver as your thoughts ran wild.

Did you hear him correctly? There’s no way in hell the god if mischief is seriously in love with you. This has to be a cruel joke. Were you even ready to commit if it wasn’t? He didn’t mean it. He couldn’t have. It was an accident. He didn’t mean to say it. What the hell were you thinking, getting involved with him in the first place? It wasn’t like you, you had never done this before. Yet here you found yourself, dumbfounded. The livelihood of your relationship relied on this moment right here, right now, and you couldn’t think of a damn thing to say.

When you finally came back to reality, you saw his eyes, preparing for rejection. Tears already forming in his eyes. He’s never cried in front of you, and here you are, the root cause of it. Your eyelids fluttered, causing tears of your own to fall. You felt stupid. Not being able to think of a single word. You allowed your mouth to open, hoping it would take over from there. But it didn’t. You sputtered out a single word before he interrupted.

“It’s fine, I understand.” He looked into your eyes one last time, blurry as tears rushed down his face. He carefully stood up, wiping down his slacks before setting off.

You sputtered once again, your eyes trying to catch up with what was happening. As everything fell back in place, you realized his image becoming smaller, realizing this was your last chance. You quickly jumped up, sprinting after him. He didn’t glance back even once. You quickly caught up to him, calling out his beloved nickname.

“Детка,” he quickly turned around as you placed your dainty hand on his shoulder. His face was expressionless. His eyes were puffy and red as he looked down at you.

“I-“ you sputtered once more, eyes wandering his features as you laid your hands on his shoulders. As they wandered up to his cheeks, your brain scavenged for words. Just something to spit out, but you couldn’t find it. Soon enough you had pulled his face gently towards yours, kissing his once soft and smooth lips for what seemed like the last time. His hands met your waist, trailing up to your neck pulling you even closer.

As you finally released, foreheads connected, you found your words.

“I love you.”

He smiled, pecking your lips carefully.

“I love you too.”

You smiled back, grabbing his hand and tugging it back in the direction of your bench. As you sat down together, your head laid in his lap once more, watching the sun make its way back around to you.

You loved him, and he loved you.

There was no doubt about it.

I mostly post for Loki Laufeyson and Natasha Romanoff at the moment, but don’t be surprised if I throw someone else in here once in a while !

I only have one shots posted currently, but I do plan on posting some short fics here in the future !

What you can expect from me: angst, smut, fluff, comfort fics, hard kinks, soft kinks, and more !

(Warnings will of course be placed on any kinks.)

What you won’t see from me: incest, CNC/r*pe, scat/piss, non consensual physical ab*se/mental abuse, or anything similar.

(Any requests containing any of these will be deleted and ignored.)

If you have any requests or asks don’t be shy to ask !

“I love you - Billie Eilish” Loki x Russian!reader

Fics !

Ultraviolence

Loki x oc

One Shots !

“Don’t cry.. oh please don’t cry..”

Loki x f!Reader

“Sanctity”

Loki x sh!Reader

Nothing yet ! Check back later :3

Literally crumbling into a thousand pieces brb

The Power of Pie - GN One shot

Summary: Another belated Christmas story. You host for the holidays as Pepper's sibling and Loki can't help but be enchanted by you.

Warnings: None, pure fluff.

Words: 3.3k

It was Christmas day, and the Avengers were spending it at your home, Y/N Potts, the not so infamous, ever ordinary younger sibling of the much more unordinary Pepper Potts. Long before Pepper even met Tony, you had called dibs on the holiday. Out of all the holidays during the year, Christmas was your favorite, and even though you did not have a mansion or anything fancy – you simply loved hosting all your loved ones, feeding them, and seeing their smiles. Now those loved ones included the Avengers. It certainly made the holiday that much more interesting.

For some of the Avengers it was their first year joining you at your home. After numerous threats from Pepper for everyone ‘to be on their best behavior’, the whole Avengers team was piled into your quaint home just outside of New York City. While your home held that line between small and ‘not so small’, everything was cozy and decorated for the holiday. It was obvious you were obsessed with Christmas; every room was decorated from floor to ceiling. Again, you rode the line between Christmas Chic and ‘Christmas projectile vomited everywhere’. It was perfect, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

This year was the first year for the Asgardian brothers. Honestly, it was their first actual Christmas on ‘Midgard’ or Earth to everyone else. They stepped into your home and looked around, eyes wide with wonder as they took in all the beauty that was your home. Little Christmas details were everywhere, sparkling lights were hung with care, and you had one of the largest Christmas trees they had ever seen – it almost rivaled Starks back at the Tower. As soon as the crew stepped in, you barreled face first into your role as host. Grabbing and hanging up everyone’s coats, you ushered them into your charming kitchen and offered them hors d'oeuvres to snack on while the rest of the dinner was cooking. You had insisted that you make the whole meal yourself, being well aware of the crazy appetite of most of the Avengers. Cooking, especially cooking for others, was your passion and as they say: food is love!

“Everything smells heavenly, Y/N.” Thor grinned, popping some bruschetta into his mouth. And it was true, your home smelled amazing. There, on your kitchen island, laid a smorgasbord of appetizers that had the team wondering what the main course would consist of. Next to the bruschetta were smoked salmon crisps, Greek salad skewers, devilled eggs, squash blossoms, various cut vegetables alongside artisanal breads and a plethora of dips and sauces to choose from.

Loki looked at the vast spread in front of him with wonder. He wasn’t as familiar with Midgardian food as Thor was, but he was never opposed to trying something new. After careful examination, he took a bit of the squash blossoms and he had to stifle a moan, your cooking was that amazing.

“Thank you so much, Thor! But don’t fill up on the appetizers. There is much more coming.” Your words interrupted Loki’s mouthgasm and pulled his attention directly to you. You were flitting around the kitchen, checking on various dishes that were in different pots and pans, and paying special attention to a turkey you diligently basted. Closing the oven back up, you slung the kitchen towel you were using over your shoulder and wiped the sweat off your brow with the back of your arm. Frankly, you were a disheveled mess, but Loki couldn’t help but admire you. Clearly, you were in your element and the happiness that radiated through you flowed freely through the room and smacked Loki right in the heart. There was something so familiar about you, about your aura.

“They remind you of Mother, do they not?” Thor pulled Loki from his lingering stare with a not so careful jab of his elbow into his younger brother’s side. Loki growled in response, not verbally responding, but the thought intrigued him. He watched you carefully, while trying not to be too obvious, as you played host. Your fluid movements and ability to handle anything and everything clearly made you some sort of witch, but it was your heart that peaked his interest the most. Even while conducting the orchestra that was your kitchen, you still engaged in meaningful conversation with every person in the room. You paid special attention to each person, picking up on the smallest of details and sharing your mutual enthusiasm for the passions they shared and paid humble homage to the complicated mess that was their lives as an Avenger.

You even conversed with Loki, which came as a great surprise to him, as he was only brought along by the graciousness and persistence of Thor. Tony had wanted to leave Loki back at the Tower, but ultimately thought keeping an eye on him was the better move.

“Usually, I like to try and figure out my guests’ favorite dishes, but unfortunately I don’t know that much about Asgardian cuisines.” You gave Loki an apologetic look, offering yet another plate of hors d'oeuvres; this time it was sweet potato crostini with prosciutto honey roasted figs. Again, after careful examination, he took a bite, and it was as if his mouth was his own personal Valhalla. He let out a contented groan and you couldn’t help but grin and laugh, clearly satisfied with your work and his reaction.

“That doesn’t matter as long as you cook like this,” The young prince said, licking his fingertips. Your quick glance to his lips was not missed by him. “Clearly, you are talented when it comes to cooking.”

The casual compliment seemed to fluster you a bit, a rosy hue now gracing your cheeks. But thankfully, you quickly recovered, and then started a compelling conversation with the God of Mischief. You had asked him about his holidays back on Asgard, his hobbies, and interests. Everything was very lighthearted, and he adored your attention after being the black sheep for so long. You never asked about any of his crimes or questionable past. He was just another guest, but apparently one you took particular interest in as you chatted with him way longer than your other guests. All the while, you gracefully maneuvered around the kitchen with perfect precision and perfect timing as you brought dish after dish out for the main course. Yes, truly you were a witch.

But one thing the God noticed was how no one had offered to help you. Clearly, you had everything under control and could do so with one hand behind your back, but if there was one thing his dear mother Frigga had taught him was to be polite in other’s homes.

“Darling, can I help you in some way?” Instant whiplash! You turned your head around to face Loki so fast; you were sure your neck would be sore in the morning. Normally, there wouldn’t be any offers of help as you ran around the kitchen in your own personal episode of Iron Chef. You might look like a pro, but mostly you felt like a chicken with its head cut off, so the offer came as a relief to you.

“Yes,” You let out a long-exhausted sigh, you didn’t realize you were holding in. “I hear you’re good with knives. Is that right?”

“So, I have been told.” He replied with his wide signature grin. There goes your head and your heart, getting flustered again.

“Heh, well, if you don’t mind,” You turned your head away from him slightly, trying to hide your growing blush, but his eyes just followed you. Still, he grinned. “The turkey is done, and everything is pretty much ready to be served. Would you mind carving the turkey?”

“It would be my pleasure.” His face softened a bit, glad that you were actually accepting his help. He had feared that you would reject his offer. In a moment, he was by your side with a flourish of green and his seidr, a set of long Asgardian daggers appeared in his hands. He flipped them with ease and you oo’d and ahh’d at his tricks and Loki soaked up your attention like a dry sponge.

“Well, that’s handy,” You giggled, and immediately Loki decided he loved the melody of your laugh, “But, if you are accepting this task, my dear prince, I have one more I must insist on.”

Now, it was the God’s turn to blush at your possessive term of endearment. Much to his surprise, he liked being called your prince.

“And what is that my dear?” He leaned forward, creeping closer to your face. You too, leaned forward, your faces only inches apart. Lost for a moment in each other’s eyes, before a cheeky grin took over your face and you presented a classic red Santa hat to your turkey savior.

“I must insist you wear this! It’s tradition after all.” For a moment, Loki hesitated. All eyes were on the two of you now and he did not want to look like a fool in front of the Avengers. They already tease him endlessly. But, when you looked at him with big pleading eyes, he couldn’t say no. So, he donned the hat and flashed a smile in your direction.

“How do I look?” He asked, his face starting to flush red again like the hat that sat on top of his long black locks.

“Handsome.” You said simply, before patting his arm and grabbing a dish to bring to the dining room table. Now, with a puffed-out chest filled with pride at your compliment, he went to work with expert precision on the roasted bird before him. It wasn’t long until the turkey was fully carved, the table was filled with incredible dishes, and everyone was sitting and enjoying. Conversation flowed easily between everyone, between heroes and former foes alike, all thanks to the power of your amazing cooking and the holidays. Laughter and groans of contentment with each bite filled the room and it made your heart soar with pride.

“Everything is absolutely incredible!” Thor boomed, taking one last swig of his drink, and promptly smashing the cup on the ground with a proclamation of “Another!”

Loki grinned at his brother, clearly consumed with joy from the conversation and alcohol and followed suit. His cup soon joined Thor’s on the ground with a loud crash.

“Yes! Another!! Everything is so delicious.” The two brothers smirked and cackled and gave each other boisterous high fives as they celebrated their meal.

Meanwhile, the rest of the table sat in stunned silence. The Asgardian tradition was not new to the Avenger’s team by any means, but it was the first Christmas the brothers attended in your household. They had no idea they had destroyed not only the finest china you probably own, but also priceless family heirlooms that have been handed down for generations. Everyone has heard the story of how the fine china was ‘from the old country’ and has been passed down from your great, great, great grandmother down through your family and now onto you; a torch you loved to bare as you hoped to pass it on down to your children and beyond too.

After their princes’ laughter died down, they soon realized that everyone was staring at them. All except Tony Stark who was pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers, clearly exasperated by the guests he brought into your home. It was Pepper that finally spoke up.

“That china was passed down for generations on our family! How could you do that?!” She yelled. The two brothers looked at each other, now stunned themselves at their grave error. With a slow turn of his head, Loki looked towards you, cringing at his mistake. You stared back at him, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes before slowly standing up and grabbing a broom and dustpan. Without a word, you swept up the mess and left the dining room leaving everyone in a heavy, uncomfortable silence.

Loki heart sat thick in his throat and for a few moments, he sat in the discomfort of the room. Then, without another thought, he jumped up from his chair and followed you into the kitchen. Just as you were about to dump the shards of glass into the trash, he grabbed your wrist to stop you. You shot him a glare that sent shivers down his spine.

“Please, wait. I am sorry.” Loki’s eyes were wide and pleading and despite your anger, you listened to him. He let out a huffy, thankful laugh as he reached and took the dustpan from your hands. With a wave of his own hands, and a swirl his of his green seidr, the shards of glass started to melt and mend back together until the two glasses were like new again. You stood, staring in wonder, as this all played out in front of your very eyes.

“Again, I am so sorry, and I apologize for my oafish brother as well. Blame our cultural differences, but we truly meant no offense. Please forgive us…. forgive me?” He spoke his words softly, carefully, as he gently placed the two glasses into your hands. His calloused hands engulfed yours as his thumbs tenderly stroked your skin. You hummed thoughtfully for a moment, considering his offer before a smirk crossed your face.

“I guess I can forgive you this one time, my dear prince.” Immediately, Loki flushed yet again at your liberal use of possessive nicknames. He just met you, but he loved it more each time you had said it.

“Hm, right. Right – thanks, thank you!” He stammered, silent cursing to himself for losing his silvertongue around this enchanting mortal. Without another word, you grabbed his hand with one of yours and the two glasses in the other and lead him back to the dining room. You were greeted with whoops and hollers as you held up the now fixed glasses in the air. Putting the glasses back down on the table, you turned to the prince next to you and gave him a round of applause. Gradually, with your encouragement, everyone joined you in praising your new hero. If the young prince was flushed before, he was definitely red now.

The incident seemed to pass on from everyone’s minds from that moment, and dinner concluded without any further issues. Conversation resumed, and Loki was thankful for your sweet looks of reassurance from across the table. He had feared everyone would forgive Thor for the mistake as the team’s Golden boy, but Loki was still redeeming himself as a former villain. You changed the narrative and made him the hero without question, despite the fact he had initially caused the problem. The gesture was small, but it meant the world to him.

After everyone’s bellies were full, it was time for gifts. Everyone gathered around your giant Christmas tree that was perfectly placed in the front of your comfy living room. Your heart swelled when Loki again volunteered to help you by managing the fireplace, after you explained how Christmas is not the same without a warm and cozy fire. He stacked the wood and lit the fire like a true expert, until he leaned back, hands on his hip and proud of his work. You admired him from across the room as you handed out everyone’s gifts. It was nice having someone help you with hosting after doing it on your own for so long. Granted, you loved it, but there was something sweet, romantic, and surprisingly domestic about doing these things with someone else. Let alone someone as handsome as the God of Mischief.

Eventually, your feet carried you over to him with a small gift in your hands. You had made sure to do your research on each of your guests and get a personal gift for each of them. Loki was no exception. The look on his face was priceless as he turned from the flames within the fireplace to you and your gift. He searched your face for any signs of trickery, years of mistrust fueling him. But when he didn’t find any malice or ill intent in your eyes, only hopefulness, he took the gift from your grasp and started to open it.

“I heard you liked to read, so I thought you might like this. Hope it is alright! I won’t be offended if you don’t like it.” Loki’s eyes flitted from the gift to you, until he unwrapped a collection of works by William Shakespeare. He flipped the book over, back and forth, before he finally locked onto your eyes. You, a mere mortal who likely only knew of his past, went out of your way to give him a special and thoughtful gift. The trickster’s emotions threatened to overwhelm his as his eyes turned glassy.

“It’s perfect. Thank you,” He simply said. You only reflected happiness back at him before reaching forward, gently caressing his cheek with your soft hand. Again, your actions were so simple, but they were so impactful. Loki found himself unintentionally leaning into your touch and then following it with his cheek when you parted from him. A giggle bubbled from you as you watched the tall God turn into putty in your hands. Sheepishly, Loki bit his bottom lip as his craving for your touch was clearly found out by you. But you didn’t say anything and instead patted his shoulder and carried on with passing out the gifts.

Loki watched you like a hawk from his spot by the fire, taking his job as ‘fire manager’ very seriously. Again, you went from task to task, person to person, as you passed out gifts and desserts and made sure everyone had what they needed to feel happy and cozy. Every action was thoughtful and selfless, and the young god was captivated by you. He had never met anyone like you before and here you are, accepting him and the rest of the crazy bunch that was called the Avengers in your home with nothing but grace and unconditional love.

By the end of the evening, most of the crew was passed out in various chairs around the living room; everyone except you and Loki who still sat by the fire, munching on a shared piece of pie. Again, the groans that left Loki was borderline unholy as he ate your deliciously sweet treat. You could only blush and chuckle in response. Every groan was considered a compliment to you.

“This is positively amazing. Everything you make is incredible, truly.” He confessed to you with earnest. Giggling again, you could only continue to thank him for his relentless compliments and munch away.

“So, do you do this often?” His question pulled you from the dessert in front of you.

“What do you mean?”

“Take care of everyone around you?” He asked simply and sincerely, before taking another bite. Still, his icy blue eyes remained locked on you. For a moment, his directness took you aback, but you only shrugged and broke away from his intense gaze.

“I guess so.”

“And who takes care of you?” That snapped your eyes right back to his. Now, you were truly stunned and wasn’t sure what to say. You thought about all the previous years, all the times you hosted and took care of the family no matter what happened. It became apparent to you that you were handling this all on your own, but it didn’t matter to you. You just simply found joy in helping and caring for others. You didn’t expect anything in return.

“Well, that’s not why I do it. I just like taking care of the people who I care about.” You took another bite of pie, giving Loki a sly wink as the utensil lingered in your mouth. It seemed to fluster him for a moment, and you silently rejoiced at rattling the handsome God.

“That’s not what I mean. I didn’t mean a ‘tit for tat’ type of situation. It is obvious you are truly a caring and pure person, but you deserve to be cared for too.” Now, it was your turn to be flustered. His eyes held nothing, but pure adoration for you and words struggle to form as your heart thudded away in your chest.

“Thank you,” Was all that you could meekly say, your cheeks turning rosy not only from the warmth of the fire.

And it was in that moment, sitting in front of the dancing flames in your quaint home, sharing a piece of pie you made with pure love, that the God of Mischief knew he hopelessly fell for a sweet, selfless mortal.

You.

AHHHHHH

Dad, Don't Kill Him ➳ Loki Laufeyson

➳ this is from the pregnancy prompt list. if you want to see me write a fic from this prompt list, let me know! :) sorry for any mistakes!

➳ a/n: AHHHHH this one has my heart 😭💗

➳ pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Stark!Reader

➳ summary: As the daughter of Tony Stark, when you find out you and Loki are pregnant, you can only hope that your dad takes the news well. And doesn't try to murder Loki.

➳ warnings: talks of pregnancy, if that triggers you. other than that, just pure fluff! 💗

➳ prompts: “I already know this kid’s gonna be the luckiest kid in the world. They’ve got you as a mom/dad/parent/aunt/uncle/etc.”

➳ || Loki masterlist || main masterlist || who I write for 💓 ||

“Darling, it’s going to be fine,” Loki said as the two of you walked toward the front door of the lakeside cabin he lived in. In your pocket were the ultrasound pictures of the baby you weren’t expecting to conceive this soon, and it was all still so surreal to know that you and Loki were going to be parents.

You recalled the rocky past that Loki and your father, Tony Stark, shared. Everything went downhill during the 2012 New York attack, but when Loki redeemed himself, you found yourself falling head over heels in love with him -- and there was nothing Tony could do about it. Although he had tried to argue with you about the consequences of falling for someone of Loki’s kind, his heart ultimately softened when he saw how happy Loki made you, and how he treated you.

When the two of you were married, Tony promised Loki that if something happened to you, he would ensure no one could ever find him again. And Loki knew it wasn’t just a promise. It was a promised threat.

Loki wrapped his hand around your back. “I’m just… Worried, you know? Our engagement through Dad for a loop, even though we had been dating for two years prior… He’s just… Loki, he’s Tony Stark. He’s as intimidating as he is cocky.”

“But not toward his little girl,” Loki reminded you with a softened smile. “Darling, excluding myself, you are giving him his first grandchild. He’s going to be elated… He may try to kill me for impregnating his daughter, but he should’ve known that was coming. If only he knew how you acted when he wasn’t around. You’re certainly not a saint.”

“Loki!” You groaned, realizing he was trying to alleviate the situation. Loki mustered a grin and kissed the side of your cheek as you grabbed the doorknob. Pushing your way inside, you saw your father come down the stairs.

“Hey, kid!” He smiled widely before it dropped. “...Reindeer Games,” Tony added once he registered Loki until he half-smiled.

“Stark,” Loki laughed.

Tony walked over and engulfed you in a hug before he shook Loki’s hand. “What brings you by? I wasn’t expecting to see you until the weekend,” He said, walking into the kitchen. You followed closely behind, seeing as your father plucked a grape from the bunch on the counter and popped it into his mouth.

You smiled to yourself. “Dad, there’s something I need to tell you,” You whispered.

Tony’s eyebrows lifted. “If it’s to tell me you and Reindeer Games are expecting,” He said, and that’s when your smile dropped. Tony looked up at you, seeing how your face fell. He glanced between you and Loki who rubbed the small of your back.

“Y/N?” He called your name. “Are you serious?” He asked.

Hesitantly, you reached into your back pocket and pulled out the ultrasound pictures. Handing them over to him, Tony glanced between you and your extended hand.

“Twinkle Toes, you got my daughter pregnant?” Tony asked as he accepted the pictures. He flipped them open and your heart pounded violently in your chest as his eyes observed the tiny baby in the black and white photograph.

“Tony,” Loki laughed.

Tony’s brown orbs pooled as he ran his fingers over the images. You sucked in a shaky breath as you waited for his reaction. He broke out into a grin. “I already knew, kid.” He said, not taking his eyes off the picture.

“H-How?” You breathed out.

Tony chuckled. “Your mother had the same glow about her when she was pregnant with you,” He said. Your eyes clouded with tears and Tony quickly wrapped his arms around your body. “Congratulations, sweetheart,” He kissed the top of your head. “But I’m gonna kill you,” He pointed at Loki.

You giggled as he released you to shake Loki’s hand. “Congratulations, Sparkles. But now that this baby is going to have Stark blood in them… I hope you can handle it.” He winked. “And if they come out blue, I want a refund.”

“DAD!” You squeaked, earning him to ruffle his hand through your hair, playfully messing it up.

Tony winked, kissing your temple. As you hugged him, you couldn’t help but start to cry. “I already know this kid’s gonna be the luckiest kid in the world. They’ve got you as a granddad.” You looked up at Tony whose brown eyes were brimming with tears.

He picked up the ultrasound pictures again, his breath catching.

“Stop, I hate for you to see me cry.” He laughed, wiping his eyes.

You smiled, nuzzling closer to him. “Thanks for not killing, Loki,” You whispered.

Tony peeked an eye open and stared at Loki who rolled his eyes playfully.

“Oh, he’s not off the hook yet,” Tony announced with a laugh.

➳ tagging:

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Ultraviolence

(Not my gif!)

A/N: ….let’s pretend that I didn’t take a giant hiatus and not write for months on end…. K? K.

Bonsoir every1 !!! I’m so happy to be back writing and super excited to publish my first fic !! I’m going to attempt to post 1 chapter a week but will see how that goes lol. Anyways, I hope u enjoy my newest baby, ‘Ultraviolence” !!

Premise: Your a psychiatrist for the Avengers focusing on PTSD and trauma rehabilitation. When Thor’s estranged brother gets sentenced to live on earth till Odin sees fit, you find yourself attempting to help Loki.

Pairing: Loki x OC, (Nadezhda Novikov)

Warnings: none rlly for this chapter :)

(NOT PROOF READ)

Word count: 1.5k

Translations: none.

I do not give anyone permission to translate or

repost my work, please be respectful - if you

enjoyed please comment or reblog!!

Chapter 1 : The introduction

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"Mornin dez" Stark entered the compound's kitchen, immediately heading for the coffee pot as you drank out of your own cup.

"Good morning Anthony." You said irritatedly. Anthony always found a way to rub you the wrong way. No matter what is was, he always pissed you off. Maybe it was the whole big brother little sister relationship you two always had, or just both your sarcastic personalities bouncing off of each other.

"Dez !" Natasha, Your big sister, said running up to you with her wide, pearly, smile. You smiled giving her a big hug in return. One grumpy Yelena followed behind, snatching Anthony's fresh cup of coffee right out of his hand with a smile.

After escaping the red room, you dedicated your time to gaining your psychology degree and fighting crime with the fellow avengers. You had 'superpowers' yourself, probably the only reason you were an avenger in the first place. You acted as a team therapist, as well as specializing in trauma recovery. Today you began to help the dreaded assignment, or at least that's what everyone told you it would be like. You had never met Loki Laufeyson, but you were about to.

"You almost ready?" You snapped out of your trance, watching Fury walk through the door. Him, Anthony, Thor, and Bruce would be helping and supervising you throughout the project.

Loki had been commanded to stay on earth under the avengers custody until Odin, deemed it fit for him to return to his homeland. Thor visited daily, mostly coming back torqued after some argument they had.

"Mhm," you said, gulping the last bit of coffee you had left, grabbing your books, notepad, and pen.

As they all accompanied you down the eerily unoccupied hall; zero words were exchanged as you finally made it to the gods chambers.

Anthony pushed ahead of you all. After swiping a keycard, using his hand print, AND a retinal scan, the door let out a loud series of clicks. He quickly moved out of the way as Thor took lead, pushing the door open walking in unbothered. Anthony and fury followed, you being last in line. As you entered the room, Loki sat chained to an interrogation table. You sighed at the overprotective security. You had once been in his shoes, except instead of trying to take over a whole city you tried to assassinate the whole team.

This occurred right after you were freed from Dreykov's custody. You failed to believe your sisters were your sisters, and that the avengers had saved you. As you held your own sister cornered against the wall, she said your name. Not your number, not your code. She humanized you. For the first time in your life you heard your given name aloud.

"Does he really have to be chained to the table?" Your accent thick, shocking the man sitting across the table. Anthony rolled his eyes and laughed.

"While we're in here? Uh, yeah. When we leave do whatever floats your boat. Just remember I'm not cleaning up your bloody corpse." You rolled your eyes sitting at the seat already pulled out for you.

"Who's this?" Loki looked over at the three men. Anthony had already started to leave, done with the situation at hand.

"She's a—a friend, who wants to help you.." Thor stuttered out, clearly not good at coming up with something on the spot. Nick rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms impatiently.

Fury was hesitant to even entertain your idea of treating; or at least attempting to treat Laufeyson. He was a full case file waiting to be closed. Another relic in Shield's database.

"I've got it from here, I'll let you know when I want out." You laughed, ushering them along.

As the door clicked shut, you brought your hands out and allowed the magic to flow through your palms and to the cuffs.

"I'm letting you out. And remember these hands aren't just for unlocking cuffs." You smiled as he rolled his wrists, rubbing the faint lines they left with his opposite hand.

"So are you going to tell me what you are?" He snarked. You laughed under your breath, opening your note pad.

"I'm one of them, but I'm also a psychiatrist." You looked up from the yellow pages, staring right into his eyes. His face contorted through plenty emotions, before settling on one. Anger.

"I don't need a fucking psychiatrist." He spat through gritted teeth, anticipating you to be upset.

But you stayed content.

"No, but I'm sure I can help." You shrugged, continuing to remain eye contact. He rolled his eyes and stayed silent.

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" Your brows furrowed, keeping that contact as you clicked your pen.

"I have a feeling your going to ask them anyways." He rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

"Mhm!" You hummed enthusiastically, purely to piss him off.

"So, I have your file here, at least what we were able to obtain from your brother-"

"Adoptive, brother." He cut you off.

"Adoptive, brother," you sighed. "Is there anything you'd like to share before we go through your history?" Quite monotonously said.

"I'll correct you as we go." He replied slouching back in his seat.

After about an hour of back and forth about what Thor had said and Lokis take on it, you finally had your notepad full. But, you hadn't got to current events just yet. You could feel his knee bouncing faster and faster as you neared the present.

"If you wish to stop at anytime please tell me. The only way I can truly help you is if your honest with me, and trust me." You hadn't even bothered bringing Odin up; despite the fact he's the source of it all.

He rolled his eyes and sat upright.

"I don't need your pity." He sneered once more.

"What makes you think it's pity?" You cocked your head, putting your pen down.

"It's all anyone offers. Pity or hatred. Nothing more, nothing less."

"It's empathy, Loki. And to be fair the hatred is well deserved, you came into these peoples planet, their home, and tried to take over." You took a pause. "But it can be forgiven."

"Do you truly think I'm stupid enough to fall for the fake ideology that 'all can be forgiven?' I am a god you dull Midgardian. I cannot, and WILL not be forgiven for my actions, and I could give two shits if they did." Your eyes widened a bit at the speech, but without fail you had a comeback.

"No, not everyone will forgive you. That is impossible. And something all of us have to cope with. We are not perfect, god or human. And we also have to accept that. I think that's something we should work on; as well as this feeling that you don't deserve forgiveness." You said rather calmly for just being called a dull Midgardian.

He said nothing in response, concluding your session. As you took a peep at your watch realizing it had been about an hour, you flipped you notepad shut, and raised you hand to put his back in cuffs.

"Someone will escort you to your room in a few minutes. I look forward to working with you, Loki." You smiled at him. He frowned, more confused than anything.

As you made your way around stark tower, you arrived at the conference room you were supposed to meet at after the appointment.

"Agent Novikov," Fury greeted you. Anthony gave a nod and Thor gave a smile. A moment of silence passed as you settled into your office chair at the table, cracking open your notes.

"So, how'd it go with reindeer games?" Stark finally broke the silence. His hands intertwined, resting on the glass table top.

You sighed, briefly looking at your notes.

"I have reason to believe he has significant trauma, mostly surrounding his upbringing and parentage. As well as a suicide attempt, that led to his run in with Chitauri. Possibly anger issues, more or likely stemming from childhood. Other than that I've seen worse cases; he's not a lost cause." Your brows furrowed as you glanced over your notes quickly again.

"So, what's your course of action?" Fury questioned.

"Therapy, socialization, possibly medication? Not quite sure about that though; I do think he should be socialized with the team, treated as if he's not a threat. That would be good for him."

"Woah woah there, slow your roll, he is a threat. And I'm not sure it's a good idea to have him outside of his cage until we're sure he's improving." Stark intervened. You nodded in agreement.

"Of course. But as soon as I'm sure he's improving, I'd like to further discuss socialization with the team." You agreed, standing up with your note pad and pen clutched to your chest.

Thor gave you a thanks on your way out, as you made it back to the common room where Natasha was waiting for the news.

A Maid’s Story (Part 2)

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Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Sorry about the length, this one is really short.

You woke up the next morning early, and slipped out of Loki’s room before anyone could notice.

When you got back to your own room, you found (F/N) sitting on your bed. They pestered you for details, but you refused to tell them anymore than that Loki had had a problem and had called for you. 

You kept refusing to talk. Eventually, (F/N) gave up and left you. (That and her own person had asked for her.)

So you sat later, on your bed thinking about the prince and how his arms had felt around your body. It had felt nice, like someone actually cared. Reaching up to your chest, you realized your pin was missing. You panicked, searched everywhere but could not find it.

Tears came to your eyes and suddenly there was a knock on the door. You wiped your eyes, and got up to answer it.

“Message from Prince Loki, (Y/N),” one of the other servants informed me. He handed me a small package and left. I shut the door, sat on my bed, and tore it open.

Something fluid and gold fell out of it and onto my lap. I jumped back before I realized it wasn’t alive and just a simple piece of jewelry. A gold necklace with a four pointed star pendant, and my pin. I searched for the note, found it and began to read.

(Y/N),

In your rush to leave before anyone would notice, you left your pin behind. I also have included a toke of my gratitude for last night. Please wear it and do not take it off. 

Yours, Loki

Your heart swelled with happiness as you replaced the pin and clasped the necklace around your neck.

“Thank you,” you whispered even though you knew he couldn’t hear you.

Markiplier quote as a Loki x Reader thing

Loki: *points to Thor* You do you.

Loki: *points himself* I'll do me.

Loki: *points to you* And we'll do each other. *smirks*

You: *blushes*

Oh my gods I needed this!!

We all know he lived. By the way, this is available as a print on my new shop!

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Loki X male! Reader (headcanons)

English is not my main language. Sorry for the mistakes.

Warning : none. But a lot of fluff, it is also my first headcanons.

Summary: What if you were attracted by Thor and what if Loki would be in love of you ?

On Asgard, you love who you want to love. 

Meaning that if a man loves a man, who has the right to say anything about it? Same for women and for any people living here. Queen Frigga herself had a lot of people looking for her attention. 

This put aside, you were actually attracted to Prince Thor. 

Who isn’t ? He’s just kind, strong (you were too) and was always drawing your attention wherever he could be. 

Even during battles, which is clearly not really safe when people’s life is at stake (and also yours)

The day you fell for him was when you had been thrown in the air and that he went to save you like a knight in shining armour. (or more likely with a shining hammer)

He was just.... You couldn’t say anything else nor describe him. Did you ever seen something as beautiful as this man who came to save you ?

You weren’t able to think anymore either. 

He just left you half lying on the ground, your legs shaking, not able to stand or hardly, a blushing mess...Oh you must have been handsome here 

Yet, another man was interested in you. Another prince. Another god. But more evilish. A living mischief. Someone more secret, more distant from people. 

A strong warrior, well... At least, he knew how to fight. Until today, that was all what you were giving to him, the sole interest you were seeing in him. 

He was a stark contrast with his brother. That didn’t surprise you much when people spread gossip about him not being the real brother of Thor and the real son of Frigga and Odin. 

He glanced at you sometimes. You didn’t understand why. You were too busy to follow Thor when the blond-haired man was holding you, his strong arm on your shoulders and alcohol in his other hand. 

Yet, one day, you are tired of following Thor around like a little puppy during one of Odin’s banquets. You just have a drink and you look at this flaming god all the time you are far away from him.

You stay by yourself, observing the crowds. Thor vaguely waved his hand at you. Your drink was resting in your hand, and you were losing yourself in the colored liquid

You were getting sadder and sadder to receive so little of Thor’s attention. 

You heard a slight noise just next to you

Someone sat down. Someone that you weren’t expecting at all. 

It was Loki. The second prince. Yeah... This one. “surprise” would be an understatement because he mentionned more than once that you weren’t exactly what he liked as a person. 

And as said previously, you didn’t like him either. 

But he was somehow different today. It was well-known that he hated this kind of party. He was spending his time with a drink and looking with disdain to his surroundings

"What brings you here" you asked with an empty tone, not reaaaly wanting to know what it is about

"Some company. And since you seem lonely... "

His answer hadn't any importance for you. It was just to avoid a embarrassing silence between you.

You mumbled something. No one would have been able to hear it. Until Loki it seemed because a little smile made his thin lips curl upwards.

You can't help it but smiled back. How strange... He was so endearing.

You only remark it now but loneliness made you realize that Loki is actually very good looking. Like is brother. But Thor looked more like the Sun. The second prince embodied the light of the Moon and the poetic charm of the stars during a clear night. His pale skin...

If you heard yourself, you would certainly slap yourself yet a burst of laughter in the distance made you reconsider the idea of staying with Loki.

It seemed that he saw this glance. The black-haired man didn't react. Though, he couldn't prevent himself to make a snide remark so as to push you to focus on him and him only.

Loki was thinking about the blindness of his brother. You were sincerely blessed by the grace of nature. You were mesmerizing.

And Thor was occupating your thoughts while he could entertain you more than this stupid show-off and also his brother (adopted but are we going to argue?)

He would talk to you and you would answer, kindly with your voice that could push two mountains into a fight. After all, you didn't like these person around the blond Prince. They were only bugs tapping against the glass of a window and stuck in their obstinate ignorance.

Now, Loki enjoyed to see you, he has just to stretch his arm and he would be able to touch you. Yet, he wouldn't do so, he doesn't want to see you flee from him. Or using a silly excuse so as to run away.

Even with the thousands of years that you spent not so far from each other, it was finally hard to start a conversation without sounding awkward.

Stammer. A lot of stammer. You stumbled on your words. You even doubted of your ability to speak to one another.

But you decided you had nothing to lose by exchanging with the prince so you just started about the fact that the party was going to be too noisy for your taste. Most of the people were becoming drunk and the last ones who were reasonable got back to theirs quarters.

You decided that you would leave. Though, as the evening and then the night passed over Asgard, you grew sort of attached to Loki.

He was clearly not the man you thought he was.

Besides his obvious charm, he was witty, listening to whatever you would say, even the worst jokes you had, ready to exchange your point of view on different topics.

You didn't think at all that he would be so interesting. You had to admit that he wasn't so dull.

It took a certain time to get you to talk again to each other. And each time, you weren't able to let him go that easily.

When did you acknowledge how handsome he was both inside and outside?

Loki has pretty well seen how he managed to melt this icy armour you were wearing around your heart when it comes to see each other. He was touching your soul and he was pleased of it.

Loki was happy because you weren't listening all the rumors that people liked to spread about him.

For you, he wasn't embodying only Mischief, but also humanity. He was just asking to people to look at him like the person he was.

True. He had done awful things but... Look at him. Swallowed by Thor's shadow, not even existing for the Argardians. He was only "Thor's brother". Just a pale copy, a missed thing next to his flaming brother.

And... He would never forget when you came to him, while Thor's little puppies managed hurt him through all the sass and sarcasm that his reputation was made of.

He felt like his soul was shattered. The feeling of being split up by bitterness and anger against his brother's popularity.

"You know, Loki... The moon and the stars may be invisible during the day. It doesn't mean they are not here. You are not some shadow. You are Loki, god of Mischief and an incredible man"

"I am no such things." he snapped back, tears almost falling from his beautiful eyes.

"You are. You are the most shining star I've ever met. Even hidden by clouds on a rainy day, I would still look for you because without you, I feel as if I was lost"

It sounded like a confession. Loki had dreamed of such words for himself, from you or from anyone. Someone who accepted him as he was. And that was priceless for him.

Loki would feel his heart warm up, like when fire magic was running trough his veins. But he felt free from all of those negative sentiments.

He could not forget either the way your arms sneaked to his shoulders and when you attracted him against your chest.

When did anyone hold him this way for the last time ? He wasn't able to remember. He just felt air coming inside of you and getting out by the same path along your ribcage.

He was happy. Just happy. Nothing else.

Was he dreaming when you got closer to him, your breath mixing together and your warm lips against his and your hand brushing the skin of his cheek?

Loki obviously didn't refuse the most elegant and aethereal kiss he has ever got from a long time.

He was not dreaming after all. When you separate Loki felt the desire to come to you again and make you understand he was all yours.

After all this time while he was craving for your attention, he finally got it.

He got even more. You were the world for him and he was yours. Asgard, Midgard... All of this didn't matter anymore as long as you were together.

You were happy and in love. You had forgotten Thor since a long time now. You had your own little star.