Otherworldly | E.m.

the princess and the prince

loki odinson was the darker prince, the one who caused mischievous. he wasn’t warm like thor or the hier to the throne. you are innocent and sweet while loki is rough and mean. yet you still fall in love with him, and for you, he melts.

please send in ideas for soft!loki x sweet!princess!reader

headcanons (mostly in order of events)

loki can’t stop talking about you

loki realizes he’s in love with you

loki asks to court you

loki comforts you when you are insecure

loki shows his magic and makes you feel magical

you kiss loki’s scars

loki celebrates your birthday with you

loki loves how you interact with children

loki visits your lessons with the children

loki being a total softie for his princess

loki needs comfort after getting in trouble

you say i love you first

loki loves seeing you with his mother

loki when his princess has a nightmare

loki doesn’t appreciate being interrupted

his princess becomes needy after their first time

the princess gets hurt by thor

loki accidentally hurts the his princess during sex

the princess gets jealous

loki punishes for teasing him by edging you

you take care of sick loki

alternative universe blurbs (not canon in the current au)

you tell loki that you are pregnant

you get sick while pregnant (nothing serious)

loki frets over your newborn daughter

loki tries to do his daughter’s hair

loki and his twins

one shots

loki gets his first taste

princess in training

loki and the princess’ first time

loki will do anything for his princess

loki returns from a mission

misc.

princess of asgard, moodboard

these moments | john shelby

@ateliefloresdaprimavera wanted, and I quote: “happy,married to the love of his life John and [reader] who’s like a daughter to Polly”

hope you like it, hun!

You marched down the street, half angry, half exhausted. Groups of kids were running up and down and you cast an eye out to check whether any of yours were there. Men tipped their caps to you as you passed and you barged your shoulder into Polly’s front door, slamming it behind you.

“I got fucking fired, didn’t I?”

“Lovely to see you too, sweetheart. Sit yourself down. Kettle’s just boiled, you can explain yourself”

You huffed, yanking your scarf off and chucking it over the back of a chair.

“Thanks Pol. Where’s the kids?”

“John’s got them”

“John’s got them?”

Polly cast a look up to you as she brewed the pot and smirked when she saw your confused look.

“He was showing Katie her numbers and the rest wouldn’t let them be, you know what they’re like”

“Sorry, no, go back – John’s got the kids? By himself?”

She chuckled to herself and slid a cup over to you.

“Sit yourself down. And explain”

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LockDown Part I: Bottle Episode [Revised Edition]

Summary: The fate of the Avengers lies in the hands of the Senate this evening, and all you have to do is make sure Loki is prepared for the hearing and ready to leave. 

Setting: 2018 in an alternate timeline where Loki made it to Earth after the events of “Thor: Ragnarok” and Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, and Scott Lang are still on the Raft.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (First Person)

Playlist ~ Masterlist ~ Next Part 

Avenger’s Compound March 12th, 2018:

    I raced towards the elevator as best I could in my heels, nearly dropping the manila folder that had been too large to fit inside my purse. 

    “Evening.” Travis, the ex-SHIELD agent, looked up from the UPs package he was signing for and smiled at me. His white teeth contrasted against his dark skin. He wore his usual uniform of black cargo pants and a black t-shirt that accentuated his muscles. 

     “Sorry Travis,” I said without stopping. “We can catch up later.” 

   Travis shook his head and laughed. His booming voice echoed throughout the halls of the compound. “Tony doesn’t pay you enough.”

    I reached my destination out of breath and with swollen feet. I removed my shoes and wiggled my toes. Elevators in the Avengers compound, I had realized from my year of working as Tony’s liaison, were a lot like printers; They never worked when you needed them to because they could sense your fear. 

          The button for the elevator flashed a bright red after I had pressed it. I tapped my foot against the laminated floor and crossed my arms over my chest. Unlike myself, the elevator doors remained stationary. I pressed the button gently a second time, and then a third, and by the fourth, I was punching it.

        “Not sure if hitting it will help.”

         I turned around and looked up at the person behind me. “Don’t tell me hitting things doesn’t work. You punched Hitler and it ended a war.”

“I didn’t actually punch Hitler,” Steve Rogers replied sheepishly. The chrome-coloured elevator reflected Captain America failing to readjust his necktie. “And besides, I don’t think this elevator has started any wars.”

       “That we know of.” I swatted Steve’s hand and took hold of his tie. “There,” I said, smoothing down the grey fabric. 

              “Thanks.” Steve pulled an ID badge from his pocket. His hands shook as he tried to clip it to his suit jacket. 

    “Nervous about the senate hearing,” I commented. 

           “Let’s just say I don’t like public speaking.” Steve looked me up and down as the doors to the elevator finally opened. “You look nice. What’s the occasion?” 

      “I’ve got a date.” I swayed back and forth on my heels and tugged on the fabric of my black silk dress. 

        “Finally said yes to Mr Facebook?” Steve asked. He pressed the button for the roof where the Avenger’s helicopter took off from. 

      I rolled my eyes and pressed the button for the 12th floor. I felt a shiver run up my spine. “Don’t call Eric that. Makes it sound like I’m going on a date with Mark Zuckerburg.”

     The remainder of the elevator ride with Steve was spent in comfortable silence. It wasn’t until Steve’s ID card fell to the ground that we continued our conversation.

     “These things are always a bitch,” I said, bending down to pick up the badge. With expert precision, I fastened the ID Card to Steve’s suit jacket. “Took me a few senate hearings to master it.” 

   “How long do they usually go for?”

   “Depends,” I shrugged, “This one probably won’t be so long. It’s already starting in the evening. Thank Tony for that.”  I pulled my phone out of my purse, my heart started pounding when I saw it was already 5:30. “Shit,” I mumbled. 

   “I’m assuming they are going to ask me questions about the signing of the accords, huh?”

    “Yeah, probably.” My head was down as I scrolled through text messages with Eric. I read the last one I had sent this morning. “Looking forward to dinner tonight at 6:00. Le Bernardin.” 

     The musical chime of the elevator caused me to jump. I took a deep breath, and clutched my file even harder. 

    “Everything okay?” Steve asked. I still hadn’t left the elevator. 

     “It will be, once I’m finished delivering this file to the prince of darkness,” I answered, waving the yellow folder labelled “Senator profiles.” 

   “Loki was supposed to have gotten that file last week.”

  “Yup.”

   “And the hearing is in an hour.”

     “It sure is,” I offered Steve a toothless smile. Steve in turn looked at me, with a raised eyebrow.

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            “You look ridiculous,” Loki greeted me. I rubbed my knuckles which had grown sore from banging on Loki’s door. 

    “And you’re not wearing the suit I got you,” I said, as I squeezed past Loki, who was blocking me from entering his room. His hair was damp and he wore black pants and a simple dark green sweater. Needless to say, he looked comfortable. “This,” I held up the file and slammed it down on Loki’s coffee table. I nearly knocked over the Jenga box Thor had left, “Is for you.”

    “Not interested.” A green glow washed over Loki instantly drying his hair. 

  “You know what?” I threw my hands in the air, “I’ve been trying to help you for three weeks. You want to go to the senate hearing unprepared. Be my guest. I don’t care anymore.”

           “I’m not going, Bug.” Loki sauntered over to the freshly painted black varnished bookshelf that had been left behind by Wanda. Its original red oak colour had been completely erased. Most furniture in Loki’s room had once belonged to Wanda. The only thing distinguishably Loki were the various paintings he had hanging on the walls. The latest one, depicting a naked man and woman, in a forest with a snake, hanging over the fireplace. 

       I watched Loki select “Frankenstein’s Monster,” from the shelf and take a seat on the black leather lounge chair, his feet resting on the ottoman. I couldn’t help the small hitch in my breath as he licked his finger to turn the page. 

    “You don’t have a choice,” I pulled the ottoman out from under Loki’s feet. His boots slammed against the hardwood. “You’ve been subpoenaed.”

    “I don’t know what that means.”

    “You would if you LISTENED to any of the senate prep, I’ve been forced to give you.”

  “Nor do I care,” Loki pulled his footrest back towards himself. 

   “Oh, you’ve made that painfully clear. But you should care. Do you want to live on New Asgard with Thor or not?”

   Loki sighed and set his book down. “I want to be left alone.”

    “Enjoy the RAFT because that’s exactly where you’re headed.” 

   “The RAFT?” Loki looked up at the ceiling, “Why does the sound familiar?” 

   I clenched my fist. My blood had begun to boil. “You really haven’t been listening to anything I’ve been telling you? The RAFT is a prison where the other half of the Avengers have been- Why am I wasting my breath?”

  “I’ve been asking myself that question for a month,” Loki said with a smirk before turning to another page of his book. 

        I rolled my eyes and crossed my arm. Loki was arrogant. Rude. I wanted to throw something at him. My eyes landed on the Jenga box Thor had left behind on his last visit. God that was a disaster. 

“You oaf,” Loki had shouted, “You bumped the table.”

    Thor called my name and pointed to the fallen blocks, “Tell him I didn’t bump the table.”

    Loki and I were supposed to be going over questions he should avoid answering at the hearing. Thor had strolled in believing his brother needed a break. 

“Thor we really need to work,” I had told the God of Thunder. 

            “If you’re looking for something to throw at me, can I recommend a pillow?” Loki’s voice brought me back to reality. His eyes had never left his book.

    I froze, my eyes widening, and I began looking around the room. 

    “I can’t read your mind, Bug,” He looked up from his book and gave me a smile, “You’re just very predictable.” 

        “And do you know what you are?”

“What am I?” Loki leaned forward, a smirk on his face. 

“You’re-” My phone started to ring. I pulled it out of my purse and swiped the talk button. Loki’s nose scrunched, and his brows furrowed when I held my index finger up to him. “Hello?” I said into the other end of my phone. Loki rose from his seat and walked towards me as I listened to the woman on the other end of the call informing me that my reservations would have to be pushed to 6:30. “That’s great,” I told the hostess as I walked away from Loki and headed towards his kitchen, “I’m running late myself. Thanks for the heads up.” I set my phone down on Loki’s kitchen island and glared at the god following me around his room. “Will you stop trying to listen in on my conversations?”

Loki placed his hands in his pockets and looked down at his feet. “You have a date,” he stated. 

“Yes,” I sighed. 

A few particles of dust fell to the ground as Loki wiped his finger along the surface of the kitchen island. “Who with?” he shrugged. 

“Why do you care?”

“Just curious.” 

I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip. “His name is Eric. Okay? I knew him from high school. His sister used to be friends with my sister. Happy?”

“Not quite. Something doesn’t add up.”

“What?” I asked, taking a gulp of air. My palms began to sweat. 

“Why would Eric want to go on a date with you?”

“Okay,” I pursed my lips and nodded my head, “I’ve wasted enough time. The hearing is in-” I tapped my phone - “50 minutes. I suggest you use your magic and pop off to Washington.”

“I can’t teleport myself,” Loki scoffed.

“And I can’t stand being in a room with you. So, I’m leaving.”

 I barely made it two steps when the lights in Loki’s room went dark. My hands began to shake, and my breath became shallow. It only took a few seconds for the lights to come back on, but instead of its usual fluorescent hue, Loki’s room was basked in a red glow. I had to cover my ears as a loud, unnerving alarm could be heard throughout the compound. The windows surrounding the far end of Loki’s room were covered by a metal slab that fell down from the ceiling. Another metal shield raised from the floor, covering Loki’s front door. The God of Mischief himself gently took my arm and moved me so I now stood behind him. Two daggers materialized in his hands. 

           “Attention all staff, and guests,” FRIDAY’s voice echoed throughout the room. The Avengers compound is in a mandatory lockdown. Please remain where you are. This is not a drill. I repeat. The Avengers compound is in a mandatory lockdown. Please remain where you are.”

As FRIDAY continued to repeat her message a few more times, Loki and I looked at each other. The realization of our situation hitting us at the exact same time. 

I broke the silence first. 

“Fuck.”

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Author’s Commentary

So for anyone who’s seen my update, I have decided to go back and revise some of my chapters. It’s really just a personal preference. So, if you read this chapter before, and don’t feel like reading it again, don’t worry, it’s the same plot as last time. 

If this is your first time reading this story. Hi. Tag list are open. 

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tequila [billy head canon]

I’ve never written a headcanon before. My beautiful and loving wife @stevesharrlngtons encouraged me to try it and, like the good spouse I am, I take her advice.

Billy was an experienced drinker.

He couldn’t even remember the first time he had a sip of alcohol.

It was just always around from the time he was small.

Strangely enough, even with his Dad being the strict asshole he was, Billy always got away with drinking underage.

So when you two would party together, he crushed three beers for every one cooler you sipped on.

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bonding [billy hargrove headcanon]

It was Friday. Finally.

Billy had been watching your neon pink lips move along to the gum being chewed behind it all through out last period.

He just wanted them on him now.

He was curious to know if it was cinnamon or bubblegum

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Game Of Thrones - Fic Recommendations

Main Rec Masterlist

@pascalisthepunkest

Oberyn Masterlist

@otherthingsinhead

From Marriage to Love -> reader is the youngest sister of Cersei. Tywin decides to marry her to Oberyn to have an alliance.

@forever-rogue

In Name Only -> Reader, the only daughter of late Lord and Lady Beesbury, is sent off to be married to Prince Oberyn Martell. After having been parted from her first love by her horrid mother, she refuses to marry a man she does not know or love and be pushed into a life of misery. But after threat of being cut off from everything she knew and loved, she finds herself leaving her home in Honeyholt and arriving in Sunspear, married to the Prince. Being the charming and kind Prince he is, Oberyn promises her that it does not have to be a true marriage, it can be a marriage in name only. Little does the newly anointed Lady Martell know, that being married to the Prince is so much more than she bargained for.

@ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa

Footprints in the Sand -> All you’ve ever known is the loneliness and brutality that comes with spending your days on Casterly Rock in a family that is feared throughout the seven kingdoms. But what happens when an unlikely pair of lovers narrow their eyes on you and show you that an open heart is more important than the iron throne and love runs deeper than blood?

The Emo Asgardian Masterlist

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three rings | john shelby

links to ‘these moments’ and ‘schooldays’

You and Ada stumbled along the street, arms linked and singing.

“You sound like warbling cats”

“It’s my birthday! I can sound how I fucking want”

Ada doubled over in laughter and you swung around to stand in front of her, looking back to where the lads were trailing behind you.

“Johnny, come love me!”

He pulled the pick from his mouth and walked over to you, smiling all the while. He wrapped his arms around your waist and bumped his forehead against yours.

“Hello”

“Hello”

“Happy Birthday”

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Stay Safe Part One: Should Have Known Better

Fandom: The Mandalorian [Star Wars]

Pairing: Eventual Mandalorian [Din Djarin]/Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Hello everyone, and welcome to my latest indulgence. This tale will run parallel to the show, picking up between episode three [The Sin] and episode four [Sanctuary], so spoiler warnings for all portions!

Our story begins a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…on Nevarro, to be specific. Enjoy!

Tag List: @wrestlingfae @helplessly-nonstop @huliabitch @culturalrebel

[And here is the playlist for this (now completed) series! Be warned that this post does contain spoilers for all chapters of Stay Safe, so if you would rather just have the playlist without additional exposition or breakdown, you can find it here!]

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behind closed doors

this is inspired by @agentofbarnes guilty pleasures au

Loki loved to show off, he’s done so ever sense he was little. always trying to prove he was worthy of attention and to 1 up his brother. now even still as he grew older he loved to show off all that he could. you were the last thing loki expected to walk into his life, so sweet and innocent. yet now he had found something he couldn’t show off. he didn’t want to, he wanted to keep you hidden behind closed doors for himself.

requests are open so feel free to send in ideas or headcanons you have for this au!

each chapter is given its own specific warnings

|| blurbs:

mini mischief

icepack

sneaky

|| one shots:

quiet time