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I’m in love with your requested oneshots with Loki!!! 😰

Maybe you’ll find the time to write something for me too?🙈

This scene is living in my head rent-free for a few days now; Thor is visited by a princess from another realm (they’re friends?) who dragged her little sister -reader- with her. Their relationship is quite similar to Thor and Loki's. The reader frequently plays bad jokes on her big sister and is a cheeky badass in general. In Asgard the reader logically meets Loki and their wits instantly match. Loki's very much intrigued by her…

“The Princess of Mischief”

Summary: The Princesses of Vanaheim come to visit their old friend Thor for a week of feasts and festivals, but it’s Loki who notices some odd (and interesting) similarities between himself and you, the younger Vanir maiden, and he can’t help but want to know you better.

Content Warning: brief mentions of arranged/forced marriage Word Count: 2.2k

“Greetings, my lovely Vanir sisters!” hollered Thor with jovial grandiose, standing next to Heimdall, but quickly running down to greet the two fair Princesses of Vanaheim as they crossed the last bit of the Rainbow Bridge into Asgard, his arms open wide and already prepared for embraces.

Behind him stood Loki, tall and quiet, staying behind and referring to observe. After all, these were Thor’s friends from past military exercises, and Loki had never met either of them. He barely wanted to be here, and he felt himself already growing bored. He had a week of feasts, games, dances, and plays awaiting him, and yet he felt no excitement in the prospect of being on his best behavior in front of two women who were strangers to him.

Princess Ilse, the beautiful, blonde-haired heir to the throne of Vanaheim, gracefully strolled right into his arms, smiling widely. “My old friend,” she whispered in his ear. “It’s been too long!”

“Indeed, my dear! Welcome to Asgard! But, I invited two Princesses to stay with us, as I recall,” Thor mentioned, looking around and seeing no one else approaching. “Did Princess Y/N refuse my call? She isn’t ill, I hope?”

Ilse looked behind her. “Oh no,” she moaned. “That can’t be good. She’s supposed to be right behind me.”

Thor laughed. “Maybe she’ll show up in your closet to startle you later.”

Ilse nodded in agreement. “Yes, that’s Y/N’s way.”

Thor turned around and gestured to Loki. “Brother! Don’t be a wallflower! Come, meet our guests…or rather guest!”

Loki sighed quietly and slowly went to join his brother. Once he met the others, he clicked his heels and bowed stiffly at the hip. “Princess Ilse,” he acknowledged cordially, “I humbly welcome you to our home. I pray your stay is pleas—oof!”

Thor pulled Loki by the arm so that he stood even closer. “Oh, come now, Loki!” he said, slapping his brother on the back, interrupting his greeting. “We have two beautiful women staying with us, and we have an entire week of nothing but the finest and most exciting celebrations in order to commemorate the continued alliance between our countries.”

“Now, Thor,” warned Ilse, “If you’re trying to court me, do recall that I am open about my lusts falling to women and not men. I hope you didn’t forget.”

Thor quickly shook his head. “Not at all, my Lady. In fact, I can think of several gorgeous noblewomen who would love to share your company, and perhaps your bed, this week.”

Now, Princess Ilse smiled. “You do know my heart, my old friend.”

Neither of them noticed the small green snake slithering up Ilse’s shoulder, carefully hovering in wait just below her ear, underneath her long, loose hair. Loki, however, noticed, and didn’t say a word. The snake made eye contact with him, and Loki could have sworn it winked at him.

“So, Thor, are you and your younger brother going to escort me to the palace, or must I call for a—OUCH!!!!”

The Princess’ sudden distress came from the snake finally deciding to go for the ear, nibbling on the dangling lobe for a moment, until Ilse began shaking and swatting. Thor, clueless, looked confused as Ilse panicked…until he saw the little snake.

Loki smiled in spite of himself. This feels oddly familiar…

The snake fell to the ground in front of Ilse, who finally stopped flailing long enough to look down at her feet. “Damn you, Y/N. Not here! We’re guests, you fool!”

Loki stared in amusement as you slowly came out of your snake form, turning into another lovely Princess of Vanaheim, kneeling playfully at your sister’s feet.

“What, sister? I wanted to break the ice!” you joked, grinning and slowly getting to your feet, adjusting your skirts, shaking out the rumples.

“I’ll break more than that if you don’t behave,” Ilse warned.

“Yes, Mother,” you groaned, acquiescing to a polite, formal curtsy that radiated less cordiality and more of a mocking spirit. “Goodness, can’t a woman just BE a snake for five minutes without something going wrong?”

Loki cut himself between you and Thor, his chin a little higher, his posture a little more relaxed. “I’m afraid Thor may not be familiar with the struggle, but as it so happens, I do,” he said, taking your hand in his and giving it a light kiss. “I am Prince Loki, Second Son of Asgard. I welcome you to my home, Princess.”

You returned the smile with a warm grin of your own, happy to see at least one of the Princes was attractive! “I am Princess Y/N, and, I must say, it’s already a pleasure to meet you, Son of Asgard.”

Thor raised an eyebrow and looked at Ilse. Meanwhile, Loki found himself charmed by this fellow lover of chaos.

“As much as I fear the potential mischief that could arise from this, Loki, will you be Princess Y/N’s escprt for the week while I tend to her lovely sister?” Thor asked, offering an arm to the elder, who graciously took it.

“I would be honored,” he replied, also offering an arm, which you were glad to take.

Perhaps the week might not be such a chore, after all, he thought to himself.

“So, Y/N, I didn’t realize the second daughter of Vanaheim possessed seidr,” he began as the four of you began making your way to the palace. “You use it beautifully…”

Behind you, Ilse leaned in to whisper in Thor’s ear. “You shouldn’t have done that. Putting them together is just asking for trouble.”

Thor sighed. “I suppose that remains to be seen,” he said cautiously, looking ahead as you and Loki were already walking in sync, talking in voices low enough so he couldn’t listen to your devious plotting.

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The week flew by for Loki, surprisingly enough. He had you to thank for that.

Thor and Ilse couldn’t escape the pranks the pair of you pulled throughout the festivities. At a ceremonial play presented at the feast on the first night, you switched doors so that when Ilse walked through one, she found herself under the spotlight on the stage instead of in the washroom.

At a sporting even the following day, Loki sent the jousters through a tiny portal that led them right to the private box Thor and Ilse shared, causing mounts and riders to clamber through the small space and wreak havoc. Then, at your suggestion, he cloned himself and popped up sitting behind each rider as they began their charge, causing several of them to shout and fall off of their mounts.

You turned your sister’s skin green as she flirted with a pretty lady in waiting. Loki made Thor go bald as he stood to give a toast at a feast. You both worked together to make the platters of roasted geese come to life and fly around Odin’s hall.

Neither you, nor the Prince ceased your laughter the entirety of the week.

Loki was impressed with your creativity and wit as you both took pleasure from tormenting your older siblings. You refused to part, appearing at every event as a pair. The Asgardians began whispering amongst themselves, noting the natural chemistry and the consistent laughter you seemed to share with their Prince.

On the final night of your visit, after ducking away from the revelries, you and Loki walked side-by-side through the palace gardens, choosing to stop and sit by a fountain to watch the stars dot the twilight sky.

“My sister is the brawns, I am the brains,” you were explaining to Loki, who was enthusiastically asking to know more about you. “I was only sent to the same military academies she and Thor were because on Vanaheim, no matter where you fall in the line of succession, you have to meet Vanir standards of excellence. It’s a lot of pressure,” you admitted. “Ilse is a master with an axe, and sometimes my magic paled in comparison to her raw power on the battlefield.”

Loki nodded. “Living in the shadow of the better sibling, I know exactly how that feels,” he mused. He was becoming more and more intrigued by your similarities, and combined with his growing attraction to your beauty and physical form, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was falling in love for the first time.

“What’s worse is that after I go back,” you continued, “My father the King is going to start looking for suitors for me.”

Loki swallowed in disappointment. “He won’t match your sister first?”

You shook your head, shivering to yourself at what you had to look forward to. “She likes women. She doesn’t intend to marry a man just for the sake of producing a Crown Prince or Princess. She gets the throne, but I get the duty of bearing the next generation of royals,” you groaned bitterly. “It means I have to stay in Vanaheim and either marry a general’s son, or someone from another Realm must agree to renounce his country and become Vanir for my hand.”

Loki’s shoulders dropped. This was a problem, but if anything, Loki was cunning and determined. He’d gone his entire life without a woman piquing his fancy before now, and he wasn’t going to surrender so easily.

“I do want children, but can’t Ilse just adopt? I want my freedom,” you said softly. “This week has been, well, Norns, it’s been the best week of my life, and I owe it to you.”

Loki took your hands in his, taking in your smile and making a permanent memory of it, in case it had to last forever. “Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could live like this for the rest of time?” said Loki. “Living in chaos and laughter, letting our big siblings have their glories and crowns while we create our own, away from restriction?”

You nodded eagerly. “You mean, instead of making babies and obeying protocol?”

He shrugged. “I think you’ll make beautiful children with whoever you take to husband,” he said, taking a hand and running it over your cheek. “It is only a shame we may never know what a child of ours would look like.”

You felt your skin run hot at the comment. “You could come back with me, you know? A Prince of Asgard would be a jewel in the royal family’s crown. Father would be ecstatic to find I came home with a suitor in tow, without his having to scour the Realms.”

Loki shook his head. “Thor is reckless. If he doesn’t come home from a battle, the burden of the throne falls to me. I cannot abandon Asgard until he comes into his inheritance.”

You hung your head, and felt Loki brush a long lock up behind your ear.

“I wasn’t aware women could be like you,” Loki admitted. “Your giggles are like a sweet melody on a flute. If our duties didn’t keep us apart, I just might cross the Rainbow Bridge with you in the morning just to keep the song of your laughter in my ear.”

“Damnit, maybe I’ll stage my death or something and stay here!” you burst out. “This is not fair!”

“I know, Princess,” Loki whispered. “So why don’t we make the most of tonight? There’s a little spot out past the gates where I like to go to be hidden from guards and nurses and my family. I would love to take you there tonight. We’d have a little more privacy there.”

You grinned. “Please, show me.”

Before you could get to your feet to follow Loki to his respite, you heard two voices calling you from the far end of the garden.

“Loki?? Where have you gone off to??”

“Y/N? What fresh Hel are you plotting this time?”

Thor and Ilse were clearly hunting the both of you down to keep an eye on you, in case you were planning some grand finale prank to end the celebrations on a high note.

“Brother? Come on out, this isn’t funny!”

“I swear to Norns, Y/N, show yourself!”

You took one look at Loki, and he winked at you. “Are you thinking the same thing I am?” you asked.

“Certainly, my Princess,” whispered Loki, quickly leaning over to give you a gentle kiss, sending you into almost instant ecstasy. “After all, we have thought and acted as one all of this time.”

“Well then, by all means, lead me away from here, Prince of Mischief.”

You both quickly melted into your snake forms and stealthily crawled down the fountain, slithering off together through the tall grass just as Thor came through the bushes, managing to only catch a glimpse of two serpentine tails slipping away into the night.

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Stray (A Lokitty Tale) Masterlist

A/N: Hi all. This began as a prompt suggestion by @mischief2sarawr and has since grown three heads and answers to no one. It's now a multipart, very fluffy, story about Lokitty. I have no idea where I'm going with this except definitely to the comfort district of fluff town...maybe driving through a little traffic jam of angst on the way there.

Synopsis: It's 1971 and you're a single shop girl living in the tumultuous, often damp, city of Seattle, feeling lost and alone. Meanwhile, Loki (under the guise of D.B. Cooper) is on the run from Thor the moment he jumped out of that plane. After crash landing in a dumpster and disguising himself as a stray cat to lay low, he becomes your beloved room mate and an unusual friendship begins to grow.

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Do Not Go Far From Me

Loki x FemReader

Angst, fluff, two idiots pining, implied spice.

A/N: The reader decides to quit the Avengers and move into their own apartment. Loki finds out on a returning trip to Earth, and is not happy.

Maybe a multi-part piece?

And yes I got the idea from a critical role quote. 🥸

Enjoy 🤘🏼

It was getting late, and yet the bustling sounds of New York City still crept its way into your new studio apartment. You thought you had adjusted to the city life, but as you laid there in your bed— eyes staring blankly at the rotating fan, unable to sleep— you realized that that was indeed not true. The compound had definitely been quieter— whenever it wasn’t under attack, but it was hard to call that place home, even after years of service.

There was a knock at the door. You snapped up in bed, abandoning any hope for sleep as you listened for another knock. Sometimes pizza delivery drivers would mistake your apartment for the floor right above yours, more often than you’d care to admit. Usually, after the first attempt they realized their mistake and be on their way.

Maybe I should make a sign, you thought.

You were about to lay back down when there was another quick succession of raps against the door. Your curiosity was now peaked, and you quickly threw on a pair of pajama bottoms before looking through the peep hole. Your heart lurched in your chest at the sight of him. You considered not opening the door, but he could feel your presence already.

“Aren’t you going to let me in?” Loki’s cool voice said from behind the door.

You gave an irritated sigh and unlocked your door, swinging it wide open. Loki stood there, with an amused smirk on his face. He was wearing his usual Midgard attire, an all black suit, prim and proper as always, making you feel silly in your oversized sleep shirt and pj bottoms. He held something in his arm and you arched your brows at him.

“What is that?”

Loki hesitated a moment before handing you a small potted cactus plant. “I’ve been told it’s a warm house gift. Something to give to someone when they have recently changed their living quarters.”

You took the cactus, careful to not prick your fingers with the sharp spines. You gave him a small smile. “It’s a house warming gift, you big doof.”

Loki just shrugged. “I don’t see how this would warm your house, unless you set the thing on fire—“

“How did you find me?” You interjected. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t have minded his banter, but things between you weren’t normal anymore. You hadn’t seen Loki in months, and you certainly never told him of your plans on quitting the team. You never liked goodbyes, and so you let Loki be one of the few people you saved yourself from that kind of heartbreak.

Loki rocked on the back of his heels, making an impatient noise as he rolled his eyes. “You’re not a very hard person to find, y/n. It seems one of Earth’s mightiest heroes cannot simply just disappear, even when they move to the slums of —”

You began to shut the door, huffing a breath as you did, but his hand shot out and caught the door. The two of you fought for dominance with the door. You conceited only because you feared the poor door would shatter into splinters, then you would never get your deposit back.

“Okay, okay.” He finally surrendered, sensing your irritation. “Natasha told me where to find you.”

“Why?” You challenged. You put a hand on your hip, not willing to move from the door until he answered. His eyes raked over you once, making you feel oddly exposed. Still, you stood your ground.

“Oh for Odin’s sake,” he exasperated. Loki used his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose as he took a deep breath. “I just— wanted to talk to you.”

You eyed him skeptically, not sure if you should believe him. You had wondered when the Avengers would try to drag you back into the chaotic mess that was hero work. You figured they’d at least send Roger’s star spangled ass to come recruit you back on the team, not the God of Mischief. Loki didn’t break eye contact with you, meeting your challenging eyes with icy blue defiance. You wanted to smirk. It was fun watching him squirm.

“Fine,” you shrugged. You threw the door open again, this time turning your back on Loki as you went back inside. You heard him follow you in, and he even took the time to shut and lock the door behind him. You placed the small cactus on your coffee table and sat on your single futon couch. Your apartment was still pretty bare since moving in.

Loki scanned the room. You felt yourself stiffen as he gazed over your new home. You hadn’t had the time to tidy for entertaining guests. Your bed was a mess of sheets from your fitful nights, not to mention the unpacked boxes that littered your space. You expected Loki to have a sly remark in place, but instead he leaned up against the wall by the front door and looked at you.

“I was gone for a few months,” Loki began, his voice oddly stern, “and when I return, I find your room empty. I thought perhaps something horrible had happened—“ he cleared his throat quickly. “But instead I was informed that you “quit” as Natasha had put it.”

“Didn’t realized you cared so much, Mr. Mischief,” you muttered. Loki hated when you called him that, and even now you saw his chiseled jaw clench in frustration. He pushed himself off of the wall and came dangerously close to you, towering over you on your couch. You glared daggers at him, unwavering as he sat on your coffee table making sure to be right in front of you. Part of you wished he had sat on the cactus.

“I did not come here in a joking mood,” he hissed. “I want to know why you left. I want to know what idiotic idea went through your head to make you think that choosing this-“ he motioned to your apartment with his hand, “was the better option?”

His stern voice sent chills down your spine. His eyes searched yours wildly, waiting for you to answer him. Part of you wanted to curse at him for talking to you like that. The two of you had gotten into screaming matches before, but tonight you couldn’t summon the energy to meet his demanding presence. You leaned back into your couch, crossing your arms and sighing.

“I left because— I couldn’t do it anymore.”

You pulled your knees to your chest and rested your arms and head. You fought back the tears that were gathering in your eyes, digging your nails into your elbows to make them dissipate. You felt Loki’s eyes on you but you refused to look at him. One soft look from him and you knew you would fall apart.

“I hated being a weapon. A soldier— being called in to fight battle after battle, risking everything to save a world that has never given a damn about me.” Your voice shook as you spoke. You weren’t this honest with the rest of the team. You had told them you missed living a simple life, missed the freedom that came with civilian life. But it wasn’t completely honest. “I hated the self righteous indignation. The hypocrisy— the secrecy and lies. Avenger. I hated who I was under that label.”

“I grew bitter.” You whispered. “I feared that if I stayed at the compound— if I stayed an Avenger, that I would end up becoming something I would regret.” It had been a fight, a long tiresome fight with Steve and Tony over your departure. Steve had said you had a duty to the world, that without you the avengers would not be the same. Tony, on the other hand, was adamant that your powers were an asset to the team, and he feared what you would do with them on your own. At least he was honest.

“Was I wrong?” You finally looked up at him. His expression was unbelievably soft. He gave you a small grin as he looked down at his interlaced hands.

“I don’t believe so,” he said softly. “Bitterness is a dangerous bedfellow, y/n, I cannot fault you for your choice to leave.”

“I feel like there’s a but coming,” you mused. Loki’s smile wavered, his expression turning melancholy as he met your gaze. “I suppose— I just wish—“ he stumbled over his words. It was unlike him to be so unsure of himself.

He sighed and extended his hand, cautiously taking your hand in his. Your body stiffened at the touch, his cool skin sent a strange heat through your body. His thumb traced over your fingers. “Was all of it unpleasant?” He asked.

Your breath hitched in your chest. “No.” You whispered immediately. You leaned forward, not wanting to shy away from this moment. You took both of his hands in yours, sliding your hands up until you were holding his wrists.

“For every reason i told myself to leave, it wasn’t nearly as strong as the one thing that reminded me of why I didn’t want to leave.” The words felt right as you said them. You held Loki in your hands, using his presence to give you the strength to continue. “Whenever you were there, in those rare moments that you and Thor graced our presence, the compound felt a little lighter. I actually enjoyed when you would come and cause a little chaos in my life,” you gave a small laugh. Loki gave a light chuckle, his blue eyes sparkled a bit as he looked at you.

Whenever Loki made a return visit to Earth, he would always drag you away from your duties to have fun. Your fondest memories came from your midnight excursions with Loki, bar hopping, drunken karaoke nights, and a few secret nights under the stars of Manhattan. He made your time there bearable, but it always came to an end.

“But you weren’t always there,” you murmured. You slowly pulled your hands away from him, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I found myself waiting around, wondering when you would return to pull me out of my thoughts. Then after a while, I decided I needed to pull myself out. I needed something— anything to feel like myself again.”

“Y/n…” Loki began. His voice was thick and deep. Your name sounded delicious on his mouth. You knew you would fall apart. He was the only person who could make you shatter with his words. You couldn’t back down now. You straightened your shoulders, lifting your chin in false pride.

“It’s fine Loki. It’s not your responsibility— I’m not your responsibility. We don’t owe each other anything and it was stupid of me to think— Anyway… I know it isn’t much, but this place is mine, and mine alone. It will hold me long enough for me to figure out what comes next. Believe me, I don’t plan on staying in New York City for long—there are too many memories that haunt me here.”

“And so you plan on disappearing again?” His words turned sour. “Where will you run to next, I wonder? Some dump worse off than this squabble?” You shot up from your seat, Loki followed your motion. The two of you were inches apart, his face looking down in you as you jabbed a finger into his chest.

“Where I go is none of your concern!” You growled. “Isn’t it?” He countered, moving closer. You could feel the heat of his breath hit your face, the smell of him was intoxicating. “No it isn’t,” you hissed. “You have your freedom. You come and go whenever and wherever you please. I think I deserve the chance to do the same.”

He took a step forward, causing you to back into the edge of your couch, threatening to trip you up. You glared at the god, waiting for him to say something, anything, but instead his chest just rose and fell, as if he was keeping himself from losing control.

“I think you should leave.” You said bitterly. Whatever it was he wanted to say, he could say as he walked out of the door. “Go back to the compound, to Asgard, I don’t give a shit. Just leave my apartment.”

You side stepped him, not waiting for him to respond as you reached your hand out to open the door. It was as if an invisible hand pulled the back of your shirt, dragging you backwards in a quick, fluid motion. The force spun you around and before you could curse at him, Loki’s hands were gripping your shoulders.

“Do you think I enjoyed leaving you?” He hissed between his teeth. “As if I could want to be anywhere where you are not. Gods! Your such an arrogant thing.”

You tried to pull away from him but his hands held firm on your shoulders.

“Then why did you?” You shouted at him. “Why did you leave me there? Alone? You knew how unhappy i was there and yet still, you left!”

His eyes bore into you with alarming intensity. His expression shifted from anger to that of deep sorrow. He leaned in closer, dropping his sultry voice to a whisper.

“I did leave. Like a coward— I left. It was easier for me to believe that you would be better off here—safer here, than with me. I thought I could survive that, despite what I feel for you… But when I arrived here — when I could not find you—“

He took a ragged breath. Seeing him so undone make your chest ache.

“Go wherever you want. Hide in the deepest darkest parts of the galaxy if that will bring you peace, but do not—you cannot keep me in the dark.” His voice shook as he spoke. You stilled in his embrace, watching as his eyes darkened as they raked over your face. “Please— wherever you go— do not go far from me. I could not bare it—not knowing where you are, or how you are. At least at the compound I knew you were never alone.”

Tears threatened to spill over. His hands softened on your shoulders, the tips of his fingertips grazed the base of your neck and you let out a ragged breath. He had teased you in the past, playing flirty games, testing his boundaries with you in front of the others, but this was different. There was no amusement in his eyes, and in the solitude of your apartment, everything felt too real.

“Don’t push me away, y/n,” he murmured. “I don’t care if you’re an Avenger, or where you live, or who you want to be. I just want—” he choked on his words. It was as if he was trying to say something, but his hands trembled on your body. He cursed himself, eyeing you almost painfully, as if he was afraid. The idea of him being so— human over you, gave you an odd sense of power. You would not push him away.

You let your hand trail up his arm, slowly using your fingertips to trace up until it rested in the collar of his suit. “Then stay,” you challenged. “Stay with me, even if it’s just for tonight. Just— don’t let me be alone. Don’t leave me again.”

Loki’s eyes seemed to darken, and a soft grin spread across his face. His hand trailed up your neck, cupping the back of your head with shattering tenderness. It was all you needed.

You pulled his collar towards you, colliding with him forcefully as your lips met his. He groaned with delight at the motion, gripping your hair as he kissed you. You continued to push him, gripping his shirt as you guided him to the couch. You broke away from the kiss, long enough to give him a shove, knocking him down onto it.

Loki looked up at you, his lips glistening as he smiled up at you. He unbuttoned the coat to his black suit, giving him easier access to move around. You stood above him, watching him as he motioned with his finger for you to come closer. You tilted your head playfully, slowly inching your way closer to him.

It was strangely fun to tease him. To keep your distance from him until you decided. His eyes bore into you, scanning your body as if it was the only thing in the universe.

“I need you closer,” he said in a thick voice. “Now.”

You laughed a little, waiting another moment before moving. Taunting him. You stepped closer, until your legs met his. You stood over him and raised your eyebrows expectantly. He seemed to understand immediately, a wicked grin flashed across his face.

“Please, y/n.”

You slid yourself over his lap, placing your knees on either sides of his hips as you kissed him. His hands flattened against your back, his nails digging in softly on your shirt. You used one hand to pull his chin down slightly, giving you more access to slide your tongue further into his mouth. You reveled in the fight for dominance inside both of your mouths. You bit at his bottom lip, making him curse under his breath while his hands slid upwards to cup your head ahead.

You broke apart from the kiss, staying inches from his face as you both caught your breath. You snatched his hands as they ascended and shoved them in the opposite direction. “I don’t think so,” you purred. You placed Loki’s hands on your lower waist, near the edge of your hips. His hands seemed to fit like a glove as he gripped you and held you closer to him. Loki looked at you dreamily, his eyes glazed over with a dark wanting desire.

You leaned forward, placing your hand along Loki’s throat, exposing his bare skin as you placed your lips by his ear. “My house, my rules,” you growled softly. You felt Loki chuckle underneath your hand. The vibrations from the rest of his body underneath you sent another wave of heat rolling through your insides.

“Then by all means darling,” he mused, “teach me how to play.”

I’m loving Season 2 so far!

I could fix him. I could make him worse. Good for you. I could gently take the weapon out of his shaking, blood-soaked hand and hold him until he finally believes that he doesn't have to be defined by all the ways the world has hurt him. Then we could ruin the lives of everyone who has ever treated him like he's a monster who doesn't deserve love.

Cop: sit on that chair, this is an interrogation

Sigyn, whispering: deny everything

Loki confidently: that isn’t a chair

finding you was like coming home.

the nice in bejeweled 🤝 the ding in gorgeous

I kindly urge you to pick up your phone, @consult-sherlockholmes.

It’s of the utmost importance.

the midnights era red carpet looks

meet me at midnight 🌌

It's always "you look nice when you smile" and never

❝ I think we’re stronger than we realize. ⸺ LOKI LAUFEYSON (insp)

Midnights, the stories of 13 sleepless nights scattered throughout my life, will be out October 21. Meet me at midnight.

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you know what's tender? calling someone endearments. do you know what's gentle? adding 'my' before those endearments. love? ya but listen to me. my love. of course, yes, a thousand times over.

hey (with the intentions of holding your hand and walking in the rain with you)

the sluttiest thing we both can do is dress up in black formals and makeout aggressively

“I want to wake up with you beside me in the mornings. I want to spend my evenings looking at you across the dinner table. I want to share every mundane detail of my day with you and hear every detail of yours. I want to laugh with you and fall asleep with you in my arms.”

— Nicholas Sparks

Rain, books, museums, Greek mythology, tea, music, poetry, academic validation, handwritten letters, art, academic rivals, psychological phenomena, storms, turtlenecks, plants,quoting poets and authors, coffee, the smell of sea breeze, annotating , morally grey characters, candles, rings, philosophical questions

i’m surviving solely on day dreams and fantasies at this point

"love" is already cute as fuck, but "my love" will put the biggest smile on my face and will have me dreamily sighing when I think about you later

Virgo: Please don’t do anything stupid while I’m away

Leo: We’ll be fine.

*thirty minutes later*

Aries and Sagittarius: *almost burned the house down*

Taurus: *ate all the food in the pantry*

Leo: *stopped caring after Virgo left*

Gemini: *currently sleep walking*

Libra: *being a sweetheart*

Cancer: *wondering where it all went wrong*

Scorpio and Pisces: *barely holding it together and questioning their existence*

Capricorn: *on their private jet, far away from everyone else*

Aquarius: *listening to music as chaos ensues*

people who sneak in book quotes in their everyday conversations are my favorite. then the bright smile on their face when you let them know that you recognize it? nothing beats it.

DOCTOR STRANGE 2 Dr. Sam Raimi (2022)

How to go on a successful first date with John Watson, by Sherlock Holmes

Dr. Stephen Strange

hear this because i need to scream abt this,

loki calls your cat, feline princess, the princess etc, talks about you both in plural terms like, “how are my princesses?”

“how are my queens doing?”

this is the true essence of parallelism