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Lucky - l. laufeyson

a/n; i just want to say a huge thank you to everyone for the likes/comments/reblogs on my first piece posted yesterday! I’m so grateful to each and every one of you! here’s my next work from a work of mine called ‘Serpentine’ found on ao3 & wattpad.

pairing; married! loki x wife! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; n/a

word count; 644

prompt based; “I knew there was a reason I married you”.

links; Marvel Masterlist | Masterlist

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

A gentle hum passed your lips as you lay your hands on the balcony staring out into the night, seemingly reflecting on the events of the last few years of your life.

What some would consider a whirlwind you considered perfectly normal. Well, as normal as it could be with the person you had chosen to be the other half of your soul until you close your eyes for the last time.

"Mammy! Help!".

The excited squeal of a child caused you to smile, looking over your shoulder to find a small figure, trying their best to run, coming towards you. The laugh that sounded from you was one of pure happiness as you turned and crouched, holding your arms wide open for the incoming attack.

"Let me guess my little one, there's a big scary monster hunting you down and you know it won't try anything while your mammy is here?".

Green eyes looked at you with admiration before looking back through the door they had come from. Anticipating the moment when the figure hunting them down would appear.

"Yes! He's very big and scary! A meanie!".

Placing your hand over your mouth, you stifled a laugh at the obvious loudness from the young boy. He was egging the person inside on and you knew he loved every moment of it.

"Big and scary am I?".

The small scream from your son at the sudden surprise made you smile affectionately at the person responsible for it as you stood, picking up the young boy in your arms, placing him on your hip with a firm grip to make sure he didn't slip off in a moment.

"Quick mammy! Run, you can't let him get us".

Winking, you began to run off towards the door and around your home. Your giggles mixed excited squeals filled the space around you all, the game of cat and mouse lasting for a good hour before your little one grew tired.

Placing a gentle kiss in the mop of black locks, you smiled softly and pulled the blanket up covering the small figure. Double-checking he had everything he needed, you tip-toed out but not before you looked over your shoulder.

"Sweet dreams, my little mischief maker".

After walking down the stairs and reaching the bottom, you stretched slightly being careful not to hurt yourself too much. The gentle hum of the television in the background lulled you a little as you stepped through the door and over to the couch where your husband sat.

"He went down quicker than I thought this time around, you must have done a number in him with your appearing act love".

Sitting yourself down, you brought your legs up and lay down, your head resting on the lap of the man beside you. Fingers ran through your hair gently, eyes looking at you in what could be described as awe.

"Loki?".

Your voice brought him out of his thoughts as he looked down, a rare but genuine smile on his face. The one side of the God of Mischief you got to see for yourself.

"You know, (y/n), you're strong and beautiful, who would have thought you would have managed to calm me?".

Rolling your eyes playfully, you stuck your tongue out at him as you guided his hand down to your tummy, resting yours on top as his thumb ran over your slightly swollen figure.

"Hmmm... maybe it's because you can be quite persuasive when you want to be. That aside, it's because I love you~".

Looking up as you moved your head slightly, you reached your other hand up and cupped his face. Enjoying the quiet moment alone with your husband.

"~You're worth more to me than you'll ever know. I knew there was a reason I married you. Which I wouldn't change for anyone in all of the realms".

Surprise, Surprise

A/N- Please keep in mind, this is my first time writing a Reader Insert. So, I'm sorry in advance if this isn't that good.

Loki x Fem!Reader

F/F= Favorite Food

Imagine on the elevator, Thor talks to Loki about a girl he met while on Midgard, having no idea that girl happened to be Loki girlfriend of 6 years, you.

"I'm sorry, my lady." Thor's voice booms throughout the kitchen after having bumped into you after turning away from the fridge. You smiled softly and nodded your head in thanks. "It's no problem Thor." you said. "Would you like to have lunch with me, my lady? Everyone seems to be out of the Compound at the moment." Thor asks in a surprisingly soft voice. "Why the hell not? My name is Y/N L/N, by the way." You smiled widely. "It is nice to meet you, lady Y/N. What would you like to eat?" Thor grins, gesturing to open-planned kitchen in the Avengers Compound. "I'll just take a plate of F/F from the fridge, Thor. Thank you." You spoke before sitting at the dinning room table, as Thor plated both you and him some F/F. After heating both plates up, Thor flopped into the chair next to the one you were sitting in, after putting both plates on the table. You and Thor got to know one another as you both ate. Loki had told you about Thor and stories about when they were little, but you didn't think Thor would have such Golden Retriever energy based off of what Loki had said. You guys eventually went separate ways as Thor said he was off to the gym. You bid goodbyes as you went back to Loki's room. As you arrived at Loki's room, you could see him walking down the hall towards the Elevator. "I'm going to get a new book, my Queen." Loki spoke softly but loud enough for you to hear, without turning around, as if sensing your confusion. "Ok, I'll be in your bedroom, my King." You spoke before heading into Loki's room and closing the door.

Loki got to the elevator the same time as Thor, and coincidentally the Library and gym are one floor apart. Going the same way, down. Thor held the elevator doors open for his brother which had Loki nodding his thanks. "I met such a wonderful maiden today, brother." Thor announced as the elevator doors closed. Loki raised an eyebrow in question, which Thor noticed. "Why yes, she was the upmost kind and sweet woman I've ever met. I think you would love her. She has a mischievous side but also has a kind and caring nurture to her. I think you and her would get along great after some of the pranks she told me she's pulled on her older brother." Thor explained with a bright smile. "Who is this, you speak of Thor?" Loki questioned with genuine curiosity. "Her name was Y/N L/N. She was brilliant, she was." Thor spoke, with wild gestures of his hands, before smiling at his brother. "I think you and her would get along great." He added quickly, noticing Loki's amusement to the situation. Loki nodded with a mischievous sparkle to his eyes. "I'll keep that in mind, brother. Thank you." He spoke with a hint of a smile pulling at his lips. "No problem, brother." Thor grinned while giving Loki a pat on the back.

As Thor and Loki went their separate ways once arriving to the destined floor, Loki smiled to himself, a genuine smile, just thinking about you and thinking he's ready to tell the team about you. He knows you're the one for him. You complete him. You make him feel things he's never felt before. You are the love of his life. He doesn't know what he would do without you. You make him a better person. Loki is happy for the first time in what feels like forever because of you. He is beyond grateful he met you. He would go to the end of the Nine Realms for you. He would kill for you. He would do anything you asked of him. You have him wrapped around your finger like there is no tomorrow.

Down with Crush (Loki x Female Reader) (18+)

Summary : You're an avenger and Loki have a crush on you, but he'd never express his feelings to you. But your thoughts infiltrate his head every waking moment, to find the relief he ends up on Tumblr every night to read Y/N x Male reader fics.

Warning : 18+ , Minors DNI , Sub loki, Male masturbation, slap kink

Note : This is what happens when I can't sleep and sub loki is on my mind.

Loki got enamored with you from the very moment he saw you. You are an avenger, a very popular one. And he absolutely adores you, however he'd never allow his feelings to come to the surface, his secret will remain intact. He can't handle another person rejecting him or the bundle of affection he had to offer. 

So he kept the fact that he fancied you to himself. Everytime you smiled at him, his cheeks flushed. Everytime your hands brushed against his he would feel the butterflies, you're strong but there is a softness about you that he would have wanted to explore if he wasn't so afraid of rejection. 

Whenever he wasn't saving the world he would hang out in his room surfing through his phone on this thing called web. He had found his favorite site, a site called Tumblr. He loved reading fanfictions, apparently that's what they called it. But he wasn't reading fictions about himself, no no no he was reading about you. He loved searching for your name in there.. Y/n x Male reader, it all started very innocently. He'd search for something fluffy and imagine those scenarios in his head about you. But then he stumbled upon a sex fiction, a smut piece if you will.

He has never come so hard as he did that night. He fondled himself until he exploded all over his torso, he felt so ashamed, so guilty, he felt like a pervert but he couldn't help it. He was so addicted to you. It felt like a drug that he needed in his veins.

"Let's see if I could find something tonight" he muttered under his breath as he laid down on his bed with his phone in his left hand, he made sure to get naked first. You always made him cum so hard, even though he was just imagining it all. He scrolled and scrolled to find a good smut fic that would make him tremble with need. And he finally did.

"Y/n x sub male reader.. fucking hel..yess" he started reading the fiction and it was a piece about you edging him mercilessly, he spat on his palm and then it went straight over his already hard and leaking cock. He needed a release that he craved so badly, he bit on his lips and then licked it as he scrolled down further. The dirty words scribbled by the writer were downright filthy.

"Awhhh my pretty boy you look so pretty like this, all tied up for my pleasure" he moaned audibly as he pictured you on top of him, his arms tied up over his head as you would talk down to him. He pumped his cock up and down slowly, his thumb rubbed against his tip. The sweat beads started to form on his forehead and pooled between his chest, he kept the temperature up for that same reason, he loved feeling so sweaty, so dirty as if he was actually there making love to you, fucking you. Your sweat drenched bodies rubbing against each other, the thought of your warm pussy made him even harder.

"Are you my good boy or not? Because you're being a real brat right now" The y/n in the story gave a small little slap on the reader's cheeks and he pictured you doing that to him. Oh he wanted to feel you slap him, hurt him, do whatever you wanted to do with him. He closed his eyes and thought about your hands as you slapped him hard. So hard, he wanted to feel the sting and then maybe a gentle caress, he'd love the mark you'd leave on him, he moaned loudly as he increased his strokes, he rubbed his precum all over his palm as he fisted himself. 

"Ohhh I'm your good boy miss y/n, yes I'm your good boy..fuck please miss..ahh yess" he mumbled as he felt himself getting closer to his peak. He threw his head backwards on the pillow, arched his back as he felt the knot building up in his core. He envisioned your mouth on him, taking him in, your tongue running around his shaft, his length, his balls even and he felt so nasty. 

"Cum for me whore" the line made him explode instantly and he screamed your name as he let go, he loved the degrading name being used for him, he wondered if you'd be into this type of thing. It was all fiction afterall. He looked at the cum that splattered all over his torso and he massaged it over his skin, he just wanted to close his eyes and picture you doing this to him. He was obsessed with you, truly obsessed but he would never let his feelings out to you or make you uncomfortable with this. 

Because he knew you'd never be into him, you're too good for him, you're beautiful, so smart, a hero. He's not worthy of you, the thought made him tear up and as soon the euphoria he felt from his orgasm died down, the guilt creeped in. You're his friend, one of the only people who genuinely seem to care about him. He truly felt ashamed of such thoughts, but he knew he'd come back to this whenever he'd see you again out there being your gorgeous self. He knew his mind would wander again as he'd picture filthy scenarios in his head about you. He can't have you but he can imagine.

He got up to get showered so he kept his phone down on the bed and left for his bathroom, and that's when you came out of his closet that was right next to his bed. It was his birthday tomorrow. You wanted to surprise him with a gift, you needed the exact size of his shirt but when you heard his footsteps approaching towards the room you hid in his closet. 

And you saw everything. You saw everything he did, the way he pleasured himself and screamed your name as he came.

And you intended to use this surprising revelation in your favor tomorrow

Could you do a reader x Loki dating smut where reader has a toothache and Loki offers to fix it (normal way) then afterwards for being a good patient reader gets sex

Extra note: I am SO sorry this took so long and i am SO sorry that it's far from expectation.

Prompt: from Tumblr- reader has a toothache and loving boyfriend Loki requests to help (normal way) and then rewards her with sex for being a good patient.

Warnings: sex, tooth pain, Oral (female receiving), fingering, hickies, stuff like that.

Words: 3,715

Note: Yeah this took longer than needed to write. Sorry homie. Also added some jealous Loki which helps lead up to the reward so :) yeah i think its super cute. Got some vulnerable Loki in this mix. Oh yus.

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You groaned in pain as you tried to rub orajel into the gums behind your molars. Recently your wisdom teeth had decided to come in and push your back teeth forwards to make room. This caused your entire mouth to throb in pain all day.

A soft tap on the door startled you, but a quick glance in the mirror showed you that it was Loki.

"My love? Are you okay?" He asked sweetly, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He was always so clingy towards you, always whispering words of affection whenever he could, hoping that you thought he was enough for you. He strived to be perfect for you, not wanting to ever feel like he did when Odin was around him.

You were beyond happy with him, he made you feel like a queen and told you how much he loved you every single day.

"My wisdom teeth are starting to come in." You pouted, he pressed soft kisses behind your ear as you spoke.

"My poor little baby, do you want some help baby doll?" He asked, genuinely upset that you were hurting. Loki had seen you almost die countless times so to see him getting worked up about dental work was mildly amusing to you.

"How do you propose that, my king?" You whispered, laying your head back against his shoulder and looking up at a razor sharp cheekbone. He simply smiled and rubbed your stomach before speaking.

"Well... With my magic I can lull you to sleep, then I or a trained professional can take them out. Unless you'd rather me use magic to numb it. It would last much longer than this topical ointment." He suggested, grabbing the orajel and tossing it carelessly behind him so it clattered on the floor. You giggled softly, giving Loki's jaw a soft kiss before turning to face him.

"I prefer the sound of option two..." You replied after a moment. He nodded and turned suddenly, walking out of the room completely.

You sat there for a few minutes, swinging your legs and swaying side to side.

Loki came back in with a beautiful glass bottle, the contents a pretty translucent aqua colour. You tilted your head, looking at the bottle, then back at him. "What is it?"

"This, my love. Was from my mother. She gave it to Thor, and he gave it to me. Just now. Because I told him to." Loki explained as he came back to you, setting it to the side. "Now, fair warning, my queen. It tastes far from even decent. Some people can't even stomach it, they taste and it and almost immediately throw up. But lucky for you since your pain is in your mouth it'll take affect almost immediately, you only need an ounce of it for the pain to go away, okay my love?" Loki explained thoroughly, watching your nod as you stared at him. He smiled and kissed the tip of your nose softly. He uncapped the bottle and handed it to you.

You took the bottle, not expecting how light it was. Before you could back out a throbbing pain ran through your entire jaw and made you groan in pain. So without further hesitation you tipped the bottle back, taking two full swallows.

Loki took the bottle as soon as you lowered it from your lips and you understand exactly why once you swallowed.

The taste was bitter, absolutely foul to put it lightly. Your vision pulsed once, twice, and then once more. Your chest tightened, leaving you breathless and you felt an overwhelming feeling of nausea. Loki sensed it and grabbed the trashcan beside the toilet, holding it between the two of you as he held your upper arms, and your hands gripped the marble counter top you sat on.

But almost as suddenly as it hit, it left. You shook your head a few times before looking up at Loki, still making a foul face from the sharp taste that lingered.

"What the fuck was that."

"My mother was raised by witches, love. Who fucking knows what it is." He laughed, capping the bottle once more and putting the trashcan back when he was sure you weren't going to throw up.

"That's a good girl." He cooed, kissing your cheek as he went back to idly playing with your stomach.

You smiled, turning to face him, almost slipping but thankfully he held you. Your legs wrapped around Lokis waist, and your hands came to a light rest on his shoulders. He gave a kind smile, leaning forward to give you a sweet kiss.

"It feels so much better, thank you so much baby." You said before leaning forward to give the trickster a sweet kiss. He smiled and held you against him, hugging you as you nibbled on his lip.

"Darling, as much as I truly love kissing you and all I think we should eat dinner and shower. Then we can go back to this." Loki managed, pulling you away and having to force himself to ignore the pout you gave him. You nodded after hearing him out, sliding off the counter so he was pressed firmly against you and you gave him another quick kiss before sliding away and into the bedroom to put on clothes that you would be more comfortable with the team seeing you in. They had been so generous to let you and Loki stay here so you figured it’d be polite to not walk around in your tiny shorts that you usually wore to bed. They had never seen you in shorts except for training. Well, except Thor when he helped you with yours and Loki's one year anniversary.

You searched for clothes but groaned at the realization that laundry hadn't been done yet, so you stayed in your shorts and grabbed a black t-shirt from Loki's closet.

It was a bit tight, god knows the man was already bone thin and on top of that also preferred wearing t-shirts that were like a second skin. But you could tolerate this.

Loki walked in just as you were slipping on socks for your cold feet, he eyed your clothes cautiously before remembering he had forgotten to wash the clothes, damn.

You looked over at him, giving a warm smile and reaching out to grab his hand. You placed a soft kiss to his knuckles before standing up and patting his chest as you walked out of the room. He watched as you left, groaning softly as he watched the small jiggle of your ass and thighs.

Moments later you were in the dining room, Loki trailing behind you. He didn't miss the way Natasha, along with Steve and Bruce, all watched as you came in, eyes traveling up your legs slowly. You didn't really mind as you walked in, grabbed two drinks for you and Loki, then went to your seat and slid Loki's out beside you.

Everyone was looking at you, and when Tony walked in he paused. "Oh. Legs. Alright, you're in shorts. That’s new." Tony said as he sat in his seat across from you. Loki grumbled under his breath as he sat, taking his drink and holding your hand under the table. He didn't like people eyeing you up like you were a piece of meat up for grabs.

You giggled during dinner as Steve and Tony suddenly became comedians. You had no idea that Loki was struggling to keep his composure.

"Hey reindeer games, you look paler than usual. What's wrong?" Tony asked, looking up at him and then back to his own plate.

"I’m always pale, Tony." He said after only a second, looking at him and sitting up a bit more. You looked over, head tilted as you watched him. You could see past his entire mask and untangled your hands to rest your hand on his thigh and give it a gentle squeeze. He was upset, angry at the men, but he was showing insecurity. You tried calming him, but Steve and Tony went back to their games and Loki only got worse. Eventually you jumped up, pushing your chair back and gathering yours and Loki’s dishes. Everyone watched in confusion as you put the dishes in the sink and grabbed Loki's hand, dragging him behind you, muttering something about a shower and bed.

Once you were in the safety of the bedroom you turned to Loki, smiling as you stood on tip toes to kiss him quickly.

"Baby, are you really jealous?" You questioned, tilting your head as Loki's cheeks began to warm up.

"No. Not really. I mean, kind of." He shrugged, you rolled your eyes with a fond smile and tugged Loki into the bathroom.

"Well. How about this, I can apologize for cutting dinner short due to my attitude, and I can properly reward you for being a fantastic patient earlier." He offered as you turned on the shower and grabbed some towels. You paused for a moment, a grin breaking out as Loki leaned against the counter. You stood between his legs and leaned up to kiss his cheeks.

"I didn't do anything, I just sat there." You blushed, smiling at the thought of having Loki. The two of you hadn’t had any alone time in weeks, hardly any time for any intimacy. There had been so much research, so many missions, so much going on. So the mere thought of finally getting something going on made you truly tingle.

"You may have sat there, but that’s exactly what I needed you to do. I needed you to sit there and be a good girl for me, and that's exactly what you did. So now I want to reward you for being such a good girl."

"Can we do it before the shower, then?" You asked sweetly, giggling softly as Loki nodded. He lifted you with ease and slid you onto the counter, wedging himself between your soft thighs.

"Love, I will gladly do it anytime you ask." He smiled, nuzzling his cool face under your jaw to place neat, hot kisses along the skin you left exposed. He smirked as you tipped your head back and sucked in a sharp breath.

"Loki, my king. Don't tease too much?"

Your voice was desperate, your body already heating up as you felt his kisses dip lower. He sucked gently on the skin and followed with a soft bite.

"My love, teasing is my game. Just relax, let me pleasure you to the best of my capabilities." He whispered, you easily caved in to his sultry voice. You sat up just a bit as he ran his hands under the shirt and pulled it off, admiring your body before dipping down to leave more hickeys down your sternum. His cold hands moved from your thighs to your breasts, grabbing them both and tweaking the hard nipples.

"Such a good girl for me, isn't that right?" Loki whispered, making his way down further. Your legs instinctively spread wider, one leg coming up to rest on the counter to give Loki more space to go down further. Which he did.

"Fuck, Loki, please. Please please hurry, please don't stop." You whimpered, your core clenching around nothing.

Loki kneeled between your legs. He growled in the back of his throat.

"These fucking pathetic excuse for shorts. God, you can only wear them around me. I don't want these men to stare at the ass that belongs to me." He growled, one of his hands coming down and fisting around the material of the shorts between your legs.

"They're so thin, they’re so tiny. Right here they're practically covering the same as your pretty little panties." He snarled, snatching the black material to the side and leaning in.

Your body reacted instantly, trying to meet him in the middle to feel his warm tongue. But that didn’t happen. Loki’s free hand easily grabbed your hips and pushed them against the counter.

"Tsk tsk. Let me take care of you." He cooed, suddenly sweet and soft as he spoke to you.

"You... You can't expect me to just not want to ride your face when you say those things." You panted, blushing as Loki chuckled and leaned the final distance forward.

The warm pleasure flooded your senses instantly. You tried grinding your hips despite Loki's tight grip on them. His slick tongue lapped from your aching clit to your opening, then dipped in for only a moment before reeling back and coming up to massage over your swollen clit.

You basked in the feeling, your breathing laboured and coming out more as desperate gasps and moans. You could practically feel Loki smirk against your folds and glanced down, instantly regretting it as you saw him staring back up at you, watching his eyes move up to look at you. The sight of him between your legs made you whimper aloud, trying desperately to grind up against him.

He tsked and slapped your thigh, making you still instantly.

"Oh, god, Loki... Fuck, Loki. How do you do that with your tongue oh god..." You panted, one hand reaching down to card through the mans silky hair, gripping it at the roots. He puffed a rush of air through his nose so he didn’t have to remove his mouth. Your noises urged him to continue.

Your moans and whines filled the room and sent shivers down his spine as well. Your abdomen pooled with heat and you felt more of your juices flood out into his mouth. Loki didn't seem to mind at all, he actually let out a low groan at the taste of you. You felt his fingers press gently at your opening and you whined, trying to press down against them, trying to push them inside of you.

Loki sadly pulled away, leaving you panting and desperately trying to grind into nothingness simply to get friction.

"My queen, you will obey me when I demand that you stay still. I want to pleasure you so trust me to do it and pick you apart piece by piece until you're gasping for me to stop." He said smoothly, standing up and dusting off his knees. You really did whine at the change in position, but got cut off once more. "Oh? So you don't want me to fuck you, princess? I was going to destroy you but... I guess you just want to shower and get it over with, hmm?" He said slowly, watching your pout change into a smile.

"Oh. Oh, I just I thought that you were done... Please, Loki? It's been so long." You said with a pout, sliding your hands under the shorts and wiggling them down, taking the panties with them. Loki watched with hungry eyes. He quickly stripped himself and you giggled, biting the inside of your lip as he once again stood between your legs.

"I'm going to make you mine. And make sure you know that you're mine." He growled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you off of the counter. He set you to your feet and turned you around, bending you over the counter so you faced the mirror and saw his reflection standing behind you. He was admiring your ass, grabbing handfuls of the soft skin, gently slapping at it, then spreading both cheeks.

The intensity of his stare made you blush and bite your lip, he caught your look and smirked at your reflection.

"Such a pretty body, gods. I’m glad to call you mine, pretty girl." He whispered against your skin as he leaned over you, placing soft kisses up your spine.

You felt Loki line himself up and press in, and you watched your face contort into a look of pure bliss. Your favorite part was always the initial breach. You loved feeling your body stretch for him.

"Oh, fuck. Loki." You gasped, feeling as if the air was pushed out of your lungs. He smirked and grabbed your hair, pulling your head back so you stared at yourself.

"You're mine, you’re my good girl, and nobody can please you like I can." He whispered, giving you long, powerful thrusts. They sent your body bouncing forward, then immediately pulling back to meet his thrusts.

He did eventually speed up, sparks and tingles running through your body as Loki fucked you. You were moaning constantly, meeting him thrust for thrust even as he sped up.

Despite the fact that you adored moments like this, where Loki strung you up high and gave you intense orgasms, you really just wanted to feel loved and be held.

Loki sensed the change in your enjoyment almost instantly, stopping his thrusts and bending over you to press soft kisses along your shoulder.

"My love? Are you okay?" He asked softly, concern clear as day. "If I'm doing something wrong please be sure to tell me, the last thing I want is for my queen to be upset." He cooed, you smiled at how soft he had gotten so suddenly despite the fact that he was clearly basking in pleasure only moments ago.

"I... I just, Loki. Can I face you? And maybe go a little slower? I really just want to be held and savour this moment." You said quietly, looking up at your reflection in the mirror. Loki had looked up to meet your stare and he nodded, pulling out of you and letting you turn yourself around and sit back on the counter.

"Then, rather than claim you as mine, how about I go ahead and give you that reward for being so good for me earlier, would you like that?" He asked with his gentle smile, pushing his hair out of his face and watching your nod.

You opened your legs again, wrapping them around Loki's slim waist. He repositioned himself and slid back in, the new angle making the both of you moan. You gripped his shoulders and he rested one hand on the counter and the other on your thigh as he began to thrust slowly.

"My beautiful queen, such a good girl. Such a good girl for me, yeah?" He whispered, properly grinning now as you nodded, your eyes fluttering closed and your mouth falling open.

"You were so good for me today, I'm so proud of you doing so splendid and letting me help you." He panted, now thrusting at a steady pace that helped build the orgasms for the both of you.

"Yes, oh fuck, Loki... Good girl, for you, yeah." You whined, nodding quickly and digging your nails into his shoulder, hearing his quiet hiss at the sting. The smooth feeling of his shaft against your walls turned your brain to mush and made you feel indescribably fantastic. Being close like this with Loki gave you time to appreciate just how gifted he is in the physically intimate way.

"Oh fuck, Loki you feel so good in me. Always wanna be good for you." You moaned, still rolling your hips down to meet his thrusts. Loki grunted and leaned down to kiss and suck on your neck, leaving behind light red and purple splotches.

"You already are so good to me, beautiful. You feel so good, so tight, fuck. Feels so good." He said lowly, grunting and reaching a hand between your bodies so he could easily rub and pinch your clit, using your juices to help ease this movement.

The electrifying feeling made you tense up, now feeling the hard drag of him against your insides, feeling how your body molded around him. It was as if you were made for Loki and he was made for you.

The sheer feeling of that sudden tightness made the both of you moan out loud again, your head falling forward to rest on his shoulder. Loki panted in your ear, grunting as he pleasured you to the best of his capabilities.

"Loki, fuck. Loki, baby. I'm gonna cum, gonna cum..." You panted, dragging your nails down his arms and giving a final cry when your orgasm hit.

The force had your hips canting up, your back arched against Loki's body and he quickly moved so he gripped your waist, never slowing his thrusts. The bliss seemed to last forever, black dots danced across your vision as you slowly relaxed, sucking in deep breaths to make up for the oxygen that was forced out of your lungs from the powerful moment.

Your limbs tingled but you let Loki use you, fucking into you much quicker now to chase his orgasm.

"Gonna cover your pretty body in my cum, darling. Gonna make you mine, would you like that?" He rasped, smirking at your slow nod. Loki still moaned and grunted as he barreled towards his end.

"Oh, fuck!" He hissed, pulling his hips back just as he came, his dick slid out of you and he was quick to run his hand over his shaft, tilting his head back and basking in the warm pleasure. His cum shot over your abdomen and your chest, leaving you feeling even more sticky. But it was definitely worth it.

You swallowed and took your time looking at Loki, he laughed at your exhausted state. He ran a bath and carefully carried you, sitting you in the tub between his legs.

"Did so good for me, my queen." He said sweetly, kissing your shoulder as you relaxed back against his chest. "Did so so good for me." He whispered, rubbing his hands under the hot water and over your torso to help get the cooling semen off of you.

"Thank you, love. Maybe I'll get hurt more often if I get that payout." You giggled, simply letting Loki do as he pleased. Letting him wash you and take extra good care of you before bringing you back to bed.

Calm In The Storm ➳ Loki Laufeyson

➳ a/n: this is for the cuddling prompts! if there are any typos, i apologize! fast-typer over here 😂. if you want to request some, send me an ask! 😘

➳ pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader

➳ summary: After a fight with your loved ones, you're out on the streets during a storm, searching for someone to run to. Thankfully, you know just who to go to.

➳ warnings: mentions of anxiety/panic attacks

➳ cuddle prompts: Person A shows up at person B's door, having been in a bad fight with a loved one, hoping to spend the night in person B's bed for some extra comfort -> requested by: @/midnight-ramblings

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Wiping away the tears that managed to spill down your cheeks, the sniffles not having subsided just yet.

You couldn’t stand confrontation, especially when it came to one of your loved ones. Voicing your opinion only pushed the matter to become worse, and the envelope ripped open to reveal anger, hurt, and demise. Words were exchanged and as someone who experienced bouts of anxiety; it was detrimental.

Having no real destination planned in mind, you found your way down the streets of New York, aimlessly searching. The rain was in a light drizzle, thunderstorm clouds gathering overhead for an enraged downpour. You just hoped you made it to wherever you were going without getting completely soaked.

Grasping the fabric of your t-shirt, you could feel your heart pounding violently in your chest. Squeezing your eyes shut, your hands shook as you tried to work your way through breathing.

If you could just steady yourself long enough, you’d be okay. But when a loud crash of thunder sounded overhead, it made you yelp and begin racing faster down the length of the sidewalk.

Gazing to your left, the solid black front door caught your attention, the familiar home seeming too inviting.

Loki.

Cutting over the lawn and pressing your sneaker-covered feet on the steps to the small wrap-around porch, your eyes were met with the gold-embellished doorbell. Inhaling sharply, a streak of lightning illuminated the sky and pushed you onward to ringing the bell.

“Please wake up, please wake up…” You trailed softly under your breath, tears still bubbling in your eyes. You glanced up to the second floor to the flicker of light break through the curtains of the bedroom. Breathing out a small sigh of relief, it wasn’t long before the door was being pulled open.

“Darling?” Loki’s sultry voice called out to you. He saw the ends of your hair dripping with water and without hesitation, he reached forward and pulled you inside.

Closing the door, his blue orbs cast into yours and he quickly saw the look of fear present in your eyes. He was able to pick up on your moods with ease.

“What happened?” Loki questioned, already taking your hand and leading you up the staircase toward his bedroom. You remained quiet, unsure of what to say.

“It’s nothing…. It’s stupid, really. I got into a fight with one of my family members. It’s okay, we just exchanged words, but… You know how I am.” You said sheepishly, a few tears streaming down your face. Loki had led you into the comfort of his bedroom where he soon was helping you change out of your dampened clothes. As he pulled one of his larger shirts over your frame, a loud crash of thunder sounded, causing you to jump closer to his chest.

Loki wrapped his arms protectively around you. “It’s okay,” He said, planting his lips to your forehead. “But why were you out there tonight, Darling?” He questioned.

You shook your head. “I couldn’t bear to go home and be alone… I was hoping maybe I could stay here for the night.” You breathed out uneasily.

Loki’s eyes pooled into yours. “Love, my home is yours. Of course, you can stay here. I just want you to be okay and feel safe.” He whispered. He could feel your body shaking against his, seeing as your breaths came in labored pants. Quickly, he took your hands into his.

“Hey, look at me,” Loki softly spoke. Your eyes lifted to meet his and Loki held your gaze intensely. “Deep breaths, okay? You’re going to run yourself into another panic attack if you aren’t careful… Focus on me, Love. I’m right here.” He encouraged you to take big breaths. Soon, you were following his breathing pattern and a wave of calm slowly began to flood over you.

Loki led you beneath the blankets. He removed his shirt for the second time tonight and tossed it over the chair by his reading nook. Wrapping his arm around you, he kissed your temple and felt as you curled into him.

His grip on you relaxed as you rolled onto his chest. Burying your nose into the crook of his neck, Loki began to draw circles into your back. You smiled gently, your lover nuzzling closer into you.

Pretty soon, you had drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Loki’s arms were secured around you as he planted one more gentle kiss to the top of your head, whispering a sweet ‘goodnight’ into your ear before turning off the light and giving in to his own rest.

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The petrichor (Loki x Female Reader)

Note : No summary, just a short little drabble I had to write because I was listening to on the nature of daylight by Max Richter. Beware this gets real sad real quick.

The moment he saw her, she was dancing in the rain with no care of the world, her feet splashed through the muddy pool of rainwater, the sound of her giggling echoed in his surroundings. The petrichor filled his senses and he could only associate that smell with her from that moment onwards. That's when he found her, that's when she found him.

...

"Marry me?" He turned his head towards her as they stargazed on a random summer night.

"Did you just ask me to marry you dove?" She giggled and interlinked her fingers with his.

"Yess ..marry me please"

And He did, because there's nothing else he had ever desired more than to be with her for the rest of their lives. It rained on their wedding day too, he always thought of it as a sign that it was meant to be. That she was meant to be his for life. The petrichor, he was engulfed by her. She was there.

....

"I miss you dove" Staying apart while he was on a mission were the hardest days to bear. He missed her, he missed her around him. Every piece of him craved her.

"I know sugar, is it raining there?" He closed his eyes and sighed. It was raining indeed.

"Get out of your room, smell the earth, and feel me, as long as it's raining around you, I'm always there with you I promise" He stood on his balcony and took a deep breath. The petrichor, and he felt her, She was there.

...

"I'm pregnant" she giggled as she passed him the stick, two pink lines. A baby girl arrived a few months later, he was blessed with a family of his own. He finally had it all. And it rained that night too. The petrichor. She was there, and she gave him more than he could have asked for.

...

"I'll call Bruce, I'll get in touch with the best oncologist there is in the world..I'll.. " He felt her tight embrace and that managed to cut him off mid sentence, she didn't let him finish, she couldn't, it was pointless. Every second mattered, she was here on borrowed time now.

"Lokiii noo ..it's okay..it's okay I'm here..I'm here..look at me..I'm here..with you baby''

It didn't rain that night. It was a sign, And he knew that he was going to lose her. Forever.

...

He placed the flowers on her grave, a year after she left him, the silent tears escaped his eyes, he was angry, so upset, how could she leave him like this.

"Whyyyy dove? Whyy would you do this ..I'm alone, all alone..all over again..why?" He collapsed on his knees, why would they take her away from him? How dare he get blessed with such a beautiful life and then have it all taken away in the same lifetime?

He felt the tiny little fingers of their daughter grabbing his large big ones. He wasn't alone anymore. He had a part of her.

Then it rained, the petrichor. He looked up at the sky, the memory of her dancing in the rain haunted his vision and he knew that she was there, everytime it would rain she'd be there.

rain and regret ~ loki x f! reader

This fic is part of the In sickness and in health series! Where a lot of different favorite characters take turns to take care of you. 🧻🌡️🩹

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A/N; He's so fucking dramatic AAAAAAAAAA he's acting like you got the damn plague or something awful of the sort.

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The rain starts suddenly, tapping gently on the floor-to-ceiling windows of the lounge. You glance up from your coffee. Thor notices the gleam in your eyes before Loki even lifts his head.

“No,” Loki says immediately.

“Yes,” you say, already standing.

Thor beams. “A storm! I shall join you!”

Loki groans, setting down his book. “You’re not children.”

You spin toward him at the door, dripping anticipation and glee. “Says you, the literal God of Mischief.”

Thor lets out a booming laugh. “She has you there, brother!”

Loki’s eye twitches.

“I wreak controlled mischief,” he mutters, folding his arms tighter. “Not puddle-soaked madness.”

You don’t even reply—you just sprint into the rooftop garden barefoot, arms open, hoodie bouncing, socks already soggy, Thor thundering after you.

The sleek stone paths are quickly covered in puddles, the air smells like ozone, and your laughter echoes through the Tower.

Thor crashes out behind you, shouting war cries as you chase him in circles through the wet grass and stone. You slip once—catch yourself and cackle like an absolute menace.

From the doors, Loki watches.

Arms crossed. Jaw tight. His silhouette sharp in the dim interior light.

“Absolutely unhinged,” he mutters. “Someone electrocuted her brain as a child.”

Eventually, soaked to the bone and breathless from laughter, you came stumbling back inside, trailing muddy footprints and giggling like you’d just outrun death.

Loki was waiting.

He didn’t say anything. Just walked forward, placed a towel on your head like a parent too tired to scold, and started patting your arms dry with another one.

“Happy?” he asked flatly.

“Ecstatic,” you beamed.

“Moron,” he replied gently.

Thor just let out a deep, satisfied sigh and said, “That was magnificent.”

“I swear to the Nine, if you fall ill—”

“I won’t,” you say, too fast.

He narrows his eyes. “You will.”

Later...

The room is dark and quiet. The rain still whispers against the windows.

You’re curled up in bed, shivering under layers of blankets, a tissue clutched in one hand and a cup of barely-sipped tea on the nightstand.

“I told you not to go out in the rain,” Loki says, arms folded, his voice sharp—defensive. But underneath it: worry.

“I was out there for five minutes,” you rasp.

You try to laugh. It comes out as a cough. Loki’s eyes flash with alarm.

Without another word, he kneels by the bed, his tone shifting from annoyed to concerned beyond comprehension.

“You mortals are so… fragile.” He brushes a strand of damp hair from your forehead, frowning. “Is this… normal? To look like you’ve been cursed by a frost giant and then claim you’re ‘fine’?”

You manage a weak smirk. “It’s just the flu, Your Highness.”

He glares at you, then stands and swishes his hand—suddenly the tea is steaming hot again, the pillows fluffier, the blanket heavier.

“Better,” he declares, smoothing the blanket over your chest. “You will rest. You will drink. You will not die of this absurd condition, or I swear I will enchant your immune system myself.”

“Is that a thing?”

“For you? I’ll make it a thing.”

Later, when you drift into a fitful sleep, Loki doesn’t leave.

He sits beside you, conjuring small spells of cooling mist for your forehead, whispering in Old Norse to soothe your dreams. When you stir, eyes hazy, he leans down and murmurs, barely audible:

“You must recover. I am not yet done loving you.”

The hallway is quiet.

Dimly lit by warm sconces and the faintest shimmer of magic, it feels like a dream as you step out, the blanket draped around your shoulders trailing behind you like a cape. You’re barefoot. Sniffling. Half-asleep. But your body noticed his absence, and that was enough to rouse you.

“Loki?” your voice is hoarse—barely above a whisper, soft like cracked porcelain. You sound like a Victorian ghost haunting the corridors of her lover’s estate.

You catch him off guard.

He’s seated on the floor, leaning against the wall, knees drawn up, a hand over his mouth. But not fast enough.

You see it. The shine in his eyes. The way he quickly wipes his cheeks with the heel of his palm, trying to make it look effortless. Like he wasn’t crying in the hallway over you.

“What are you doing out of bed?” he asks, standing swiftly, voice low and tight. “You shouldn’t be up.”

You shuffle toward him, blanket still wrapped around your shoulders. “What are you doing crying in the hallway?”

He falters.

“I’m just…” he swallows, hands twitching at his sides. “Worried. That’s all, my love.”

You blink at him, voice raspy as you deadpan, “Dude. It’s the flu. I’m not dying.”

He exhales a breathy, incredulous laugh—but there’s no mockery in it. Just relief. Just you. Standing there like a sleepy little gremlin, dragging your blanket like a train.

“I know that,” he says softly. “But it’s never... just the flu when it’s you.”

You step into him. He immediately wraps his arms around your shoulders, blanket and all. You melt into his chest like he’s gravity.

“I’ve seen gods fall,” he murmurs, lips brushing the top of your head. “But nothing ever felt as terrifying as watching you burn up and not being able to stop it.”

You tilt your head up, brow bumping his chin.

“You big softie.”

“Don’t tell anyone,” he mumbles into your hair. “It’ll ruin my brand.”

You smile.

“I’ll take it to the grave,” you whisper, before pulling him back toward the room. “Now come on, I need you to warm my feet before I freeze to death.”

You shuffle back to bed wrapped in your blanket like a burrito, sniffling but victorious for having made it down the hall and emotionally checked on your God of Meltdowns.

Loki helps you ease under the covers without a word, conjures a mug of tea with a flick of his fingers, and gently places it in your hands.

“Small sips,” he murmurs, crouching at the edge of the bed like a healer at your feet.

You raise a brow at him over the rim of your cup. “What, no lecture this time?”

His eyes flick to yours. “I think you’ve suffered enough.”

He says it lightly, but there’s something heavy in his voice.

You just drink your tea—warm, minty, a little sweet. He vanishes beneath the blankets to press his fingers around your feet. With a quiet spell, heat radiates gently through them.

You hum in response.

He gives a quiet snort, and then he’s moving again—slipping into bed on the other side of you, pulling you back against his chest in one slow, protective motion. His arms curl around your middle, locking you in like you’re the last thing holding him together. You don’t resist.

His forehead presses into the curve of your shoulder.

You breathe. He breathes with you.

His magic flickers again—faint, warm, steady. A soft buzz at your sternum, like he’s trying to anchor himself to the rhythm of your heartbeat.

You wake up in the middle of the night, groggy and flushed. You’re not burning up, but you’re hot enough to feel gross, and the congestion has hit full force.

You let out a few rough coughs—not violent, but deep enough that your chest aches a little.

Loki stirs immediately beside you. He sits up halfway, one hand braced on the bed, the other gently touching your back.

“You’re alright?” he murmurs, sleep-rough and tense.

You nod weakly, coughing into the crook of your arm. “Just… stuffy. Gross.”

He watches you like he’s trying to read your pulse with his eyes alone. Then he exhales, brushing your hair from your forehead.

“Please don’t do that again,” he whispers. “Don’t go out in the rain like that. Don’t—don’t scare me like this.”

You blink at him. “Loki, I’m okay. It’s just a cold.”

“I know,” he says. But he doesn’t sound convinced. “I know.”

And then he lies back down and pulls you to him anyway, like he still needs proof that you’re alive and warm and real.

He presses his forehead to yours, eyes closed, like he’s trying to draw breath from you. As if your existence is what’s holding him together.

You fall asleep like that, wrapped in his arms, his magic pulsing faintly against your back.

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