Now that the lilacs are in bloom

She has a bowl of lilacs in her room

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Boyfriend!Bucky || You deserve a love that always feels like summer ☀️

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Imagine loki being overjoyed to be reunited with you after thinking you died trying to protect him.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 650

Warnings: language, sexual tension, innuendo, fluff

A/N:I wrote a thing for my lovely friend @221bshrlocked because she’s a goddess and I love her (her name is literally “An Actual Goddess” in Snapchat soooo) anyway enjoy my love!

You were sparring with Captain Steve Rogers, and hating every minute of it. You knew you had to train in order to improve, but you hated fighting someone you’d been in love with for years.

You had joined the Avengers 5 years ago, after the battle of New York, when Nick Fury found you after you’d gotten kicked off your college’s wrestling team for being too aggressive. And, you may or may not have accidentally lost control and used your powers. You had the power to manipulate people’s minds, which you’d used against your opponent to force her to give up the match. You immediately flipped her so hard that you cracked the floor, thanks to your super strength. That day, you were brought to Avengers Tower, where you were introduced for everyone. They were all good people, but the one you were most preoccupied with was Steve. He was good, pure, charming, and caring. You knew he would make you feel special, and over the last few years, he had become the one you trusted most. Only problem with that? You’d fallen for him. Hard.

You broke out of your reverie when you felt a punch to the gut and landed on the floor.

Steve shook his head, holding out his hand to help you up, “Jesus, (Y/N), you can’t let yourself get distracted. It’ll kill you.”

“Yeah, well, I’m done for the day,” you say as you stand, refusing to accept his help. You already felt weak, you didn’t need him to embarrass you further for it.

“You still have 10 minutes left-”
“I don’t care. Someone else can start early or you can take a break. I’m done,” you say through tears as you start walking away.

He chases after you and grabs your arm, spinning you around, “what’s going on?”

You wrench your arm out of his grip, shaking your head as you open the door, “I told you, I’m done.”

“Done with training? Or is something else going on?”

You slam the door, cracking it as you turn to yell at him, “I’M DONE WAITING FOR YOU!”

He goes silent, eyes wide.
“I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m leaving-”

“What does that mean?”

“Damn it, Steve. When they enhanced you, it obviously didn’t affect your brain cells. You’re absolutely exhausting.” You sigh, looking at the floor. “I’m done waiting for you to notice me-”

“I do notice you-”
“Don’t interrupt me, Rogers. I’m done waiting for you to notice me in a way that isn’t as a friend. I’ve been in love with you since Fury brought me here. And I thought I could deal with just being your friend. But apparently I can’t. So I can’t train or hang out with you anymore. I’m sorry.”

Steve stands there, mouth gaping as he tries to process your confession.

“Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.”

He sighs, biting his lip, and you turn to leave.

You open the now-broken door, but end up against the training gym wall pressed against Steve. He has an arm on either side of you and is pinning you against the wall.

“You can’t say something like that and expect me to let you leave, doll.” He leans down and kisses you deeply, slowly. Normally you prefer fast, passionate kisses, but it’s Steve. He’s savoring you. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he holds onto your waist as he presses you against the wall.

You pull away, putting a hand on his chest, “what does this mean?”

Steve laughs, “it means we’ve been fucking idiots for the last five years, I fell in love the minute I met you.”

You gasp playfully, “CAPTAIN ROGERS YOU SAID A BAD LANGUAGE WORD!!!!!”

“Call me Captain Rogers again and we’re going to need to do something about it,” he growls.

You smirk and kiss him again, finally in your happy place.

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And the Snakes Start to Sing (Part 1)

Pairing: Eddie Brock/Venom x former military/mutant!OC (Kasey Eliades)

Series summary: Eddie and Kasey go to a Society of Professional Journalists holiday party together, and their insecurities threaten to tear them apart. Featuring an appearance from the one and only James Buchanan Barnes!

Word count:3,200

Author’s note: Title from the Bring Me the Horizon song of the same name (highly recommend checking out the lyrics). We starting off mostly fluffy and then dissolving into a deep pit of angst. I love sweetheart Eddy as much as the next gal, but y'all, where is the brokenness?? The ego?? The flaws?? We stan an imperfect relationship in this house. Also, Kasey has geokinetic powers as a result of military experimentation that I may cover in some future piece

—

It was the perfect lazy Sunday morning, with no obligations and bright sunlight streaming in through the window blinds in Eddie’s bedroom.

Kasey smiled as she looked up at a still-sleeping Eddie. There he was, peaceful and sweet and dreamy in the early light that illuminated his full eyelashes, the soft lips she could never get enough of. Tattooed arms and inky-black tendrils encircled her waist, rising and falling with each breath she took.

She felt safe, secure. Home.

For a group that was well accustomed to, and even thrived in, chaos, these quiet little moments together were some of the ones they cherished the most.

Kasey sighed happily, savoring Eddie and Venom’s warm embrace for another few minutes before she untangled herself from them and slid out of bed.

She tiptoed into the kitchen, waving at the plants on the windowsill that swayed slightly as she drew nearer, her power stirring the energy inside them.

She opened the cupboards quietly, scanning for ingredients to make the perfect chocolate-chip pancakes to surprise her boys. She assembled everything in a few short minutes and had just opened a bag of coffee grounds when she heard her boyfriend shuffling across the living room floor.

She looked up and grinned at a half-awake Eddie, who had thrown on his tattered orange bathrobe over his pajamas. His hair was sticking up in all directions, and he gave her the kind of adorable, sleepy smile that softened every part of her, a visceral gratitude that they had wound up in each others’ lives.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Kasey said. “I was just about to put coffee on.”

Eddie yawned in response and came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder as she turned her attention to the batter.

“Pancakes?,” he mumbled happily.

Venom’s head quickly popped out next to Eddie, his red tongue running eagerly over his teeth.

“With chocolate?”

“You bet.”

“You’re the best, babe.“ Eddie pressed his lips against Kasey’s cheek. "‘M gonna go check the mail.”

Venom was agitated. “But Eddie, she is making us pancakes!”

Kasey shook her head. “They aren’t done, V, and I don’t think even you would like raw batter.”

“We want a taste, now!”

Kasey rolled her eyes, simultaneously exasperated and amused about how the hulking symbiote so frequently behaved like a small child. She reached into the bag of chocolate chips, tossing a handful at Venom, who snatched them out of the air with a grin.

“Delicious. Thank you, sweetest.”

“You’re welcome.”

Venom then retracted back into Eddie, knocking him off balance as he flew from the kitchen to where Eddie was standing at the door.

“Jesus, V, would it kill you to be gentle?”

“Probably.”

Kasey chuckled as the door shut, perfectly used to their squabbling. She turned the coffee maker on and started dolling out generous spoonfuls of sticky batter, letting herself savor the resulting sizzle on the griddle and the delicious, comforting aroma that filled the room.

She had just started stacking a few finished products on the plate, slathering them in butter, when the door flung open.

“Eddie Brock is not cancelled!”

Kasey turned to see a grinning Eddie waving a piece of mail around.

“What do you mean?” she asked, flipping another pancake over.

Eddie rushed into the kitchen, pushing himself up onto the counter next to where Kasey was cooking.

“The Society of Professional Journalists for North Cal does a Christmas party every year. All the big names go and hang out, swap sources, get drunk. I normally avoid these things like the plague, but after everything with the Life Foundation and my very public lobster tank breakdown, I thought I’d be in permanent exile.” He smiled wide, rapping the card with his ring-clad knuckles. “But I’m back in the game.”

Kasey inwardly shared his relief. She knew how devastated Eddie was after losing his show, and she saw how frustrated he was picking up light-hearted freelance pieces that were a far cry from his normal investigative work. But he worked his ass off on them just the same, and she respected him for it. Hopefully, this would be a chance for him to get back doing the work he loved.

She slid another pancake onto the plate and abandoned her post, jumping up onto the counter next to Eddie to bring him into a big hug.

“Hell yeah, you are!” She pulled back to kiss him, smiling at the hum of contentment it elicited from Eddie. “I’m happy for you. Now this breakfast is a celebratory breakfast!”

Venom emerged, planting a deliberately sloppy kiss on Eddie’s cheek. Kasey giggled as Eddie wiped his face, but he was still grinning. It was endearing, seeing him come so alive.

“Yes, congrats, you are not such a loser after all, Eddie!”

“Thanks, buddy.”

Eddie placed a hand on Kasey’s thigh, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against her sweatpants. “Will you come with me?”

“I thought it was a thing for journalists?”

“Yeah, but people bring their partners and spouses.” He paused, rubbing at the back of his neck, a particular nervous tic that Kasey noticed occurred whenever his ex-fiancé was about to come up in conversation. “I took Anne before. And I always feel better when you’re around,” he added hurriedly. A mischievous glint came into his eyes. “And I also selfishly wanna see you in a really hot dress.”

“Oooo, we cannot wait to see either and ravish you, pretty girl,” Venom purred.

“At least you’re both transparent,” Kasey replied. She dropped her head onto Eddie’s shoulder, interlacing her fingers with his. She didn’t want to admit it, but she felt nervous about going. Particularly as Eddie’s first relationship after Anne.

She didn’t have anything against Anne personally,—well, except her telling Eddie he was incapable of love. Which Kasey had firmly told him was bullshit and just Anne lashing out at not getting the reaction she wanted from him. But Anne was a good person. Kasey just found it hard to not compare herself to someone that beautiful, that accomplished, that witty. Someone that Eddie had fully intended to spend the rest of his life with. Someone he had still been in love with long after she had dumped him.

On the whole, Kasey did actually believe him when he said he had moved on and that it ended up being for the best, that he thought Anne was more in love with who she wanted Eddie to be than the actual guy in front of her. But still, the tiniest drop of gnawing, insecurity-fueled doubt would sneak in every now and then. And this was one of those times.

Kasey kept her tone light, feigning nonchalance. “You sure I can hang among the sea of the well-educated liberal elite?”

“What, are you kidding?” Eddie asked incredulously, tilting Kasey’s chin up to face him. “You’re easily smarter than 90% of the people that will be there, myself included.”

“And if anyone is mean to you, we will rip out their brains so they can see just how stupid they are,” Venom added in a growl.

Kasey relaxed a little, reminding herself that Eddie Brock wasn’t someone who forced himself to do things unless he genuinely wanted to do them. He wouldn’t have asked her to go if he didn’t want her there beside him.

The corner of her mouth lifted. “Ok. I’ll go.” Her grin widened. “I too would like to see you looking all professional and extra handsome.”

“Is that so?” Eddie asked in reply, dropping Kasey’s hand so he could slide his along her waist. He leaned in closer and Kasey embraced the dopamine surge as she breathed in his familiar scent, deep and warm and distinctly masculine.

“Mhm.” Their lips met and she framed his face with her hands, deepening the kiss, a soft sigh of pleasure escaping her as Eddie’s tongue slipped into her mouth.

BANG.

The two of them jumped apart, startled, before realizing the source of the noise was the now-empty plate of pancakes clattering to the floor.

“V, you seriously couldn’t have waited?” Eddie huffed.

Venom swiveled to look at his host, narrowing his normally wide, milky-white eyes.

“You two were too busy eating each other’s faces! I wanted pancakes!”

Kasey sighed, smiling. “And I’ll make more, V, don’t worry your pretty little gooey head.” She reached out her hand and Venom slid past Eddie and right into her touch, purring as she scratched at him like a cat.

Eddie grimaced. "You are one hell of a spoiled symbiote, you know that?”

Venom just flashed a toothy grin, sticking out his tongue in response.

“You’re just jealous because I’m her favorite.”

Eddie opened his mouth to retort while Kasey flicked Venom against the side of the head and quickly slid her palm over Eddie’s lips.

“No, no, none of this. We are having a quiet, happy little Sunday together. Be nice.”

“I’malways nice,” Eddie replied.

“I’m nicer,”Venom countered.

“You literally eat people!”

“Only the ones who deserve to be eaten!”

Kasey didn’t even bother to protest this time. She jumped off the counter, grabbing the plate off the floor before heading back to grab more pancake ingredients while the two continued bickering.

By the time she finished the next batch and loaded up three plates, the two of them had moved to the couch but were still at it – something about Venom wanting to go to the duck pond later to see if he could find a new friend for Sonny and Cher. She dropped their plates on the coffee table and took a bite from her own stack, pleased with the fluffy, syrupy final product.

“Thanks, beautiful,” Eddie and Venom said in unison.

A happy little Sunday, indeed.

—

Two weeks went by in a blink, and suddenly it was the night of the SPJ party. Kasey was nervous. She took the day off, knowing she didn’t want to be rushed when trying to get herself fully dolled up – something she was relatively out of practice with. If she wasn’t in her chef jacket, she was either in activewear or some kind of flannel and t-shirt, her hair tied in a high ponytail or bun. Sure, she could do her hair and some make-up on date nights and throw on a cute top and a real bra, but this felt different.

This was a full-scale professional holiday party, with dignified reporters and networking and social scrutinizing. This was something that meant something to Eddie, and while she normally didn’t concern herself with the opinions of strangers (outside of her cooking), tonight, she wanted to make a good impression.

She sighed, thinking of what Eddie had told her.

“I took Anne before.”

Of course, Anne would have been able to mingle effortlessly, gorgeous and eloquent and charming as she was – no one would question why Eddie was with her, it would be apparent. Kasey bit at her lip, then swore when she remembered she had just swiped on a creamy nude color that was now a quarter missing.

“Goddammit.”

She grabbed the tube off her dresser and reapplied it in the mirror. Slapping her cheeks lightly in an attempt to fend off her sense of impending doom, Kasey took a few steps back to appraise her full reflection.

She turned slightly to admire the way the wine-colored dress clung to her curves, the asymmetrical cut across her thighs that showed off just enough skin, the muscle of her toned legs.

The sweetheart neckline and off-the-shoulder cut accentuated her breasts, and the dark mesh sleeves strategically only showed the faintest outlines of her litany of tattoos. Her long hair was done in simple waves, pulled back behind one ear to reveal sparkling studs. She finished the look with strappy black heels, borrowed from a co-worker.

She smiled. She had done it—she looked good, she looked sophisticated, and she felt pretty. Like she was worthy of being Eddie’s date to a gathering like this.

She clapped her hands, hyping herself up in the mirror.

“You are beautiful! You are strong! You are a Kelly Clarkson song! You have parleyed with hostile insurgents, surveyed genetic experimentation, and have been called up as a temporary Avenger! All before age 30! You can handle one fancy Christmas party with a bunch of strangers!

Kasey was pulled out of her pep talk by the rhythmic sound of knocking on her door. Taking one last look at herself in the mirror, she gave herself a quick hug of encouragement. Then she grabbed her jacket and clutch from the table, steadying herself as her heels clicked across the hardwood floor as she walked toward the door.

—

Eddie was nervous. He’d been working tirelessly to rebuild his career over the past few years, and he felt like this was his first chance in a while to show his peers that he still had it. That he wasn’t just some washed-up nobody.

It was also the first real chance Kasey had to see him around other people in his field, and even though she repeatedly told him how talented she thought he was, he still found himself feeling like he had something to prove. He desperately craved the certainty that he was enough for her, that she could be proud of him. Andjusthim, just regular old Eddie, separate from the Eddie with the swirling vortex of extraterrestrial power inside him.

Eddie stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror as Venom floated next to him. Feeling his host’s apprehension, Venom did his best to be encouraging:

“Eddie, you need to relax. We are going to be the center of attention, Kasey will not be able to keep her hands off us! We look great!”

“You’re just saying that,” Eddie grumbled, but he was secretly pleased. ‘Formal’ for Eddie was usually just a leather jacket and his least-faded jeans, but tonight, he figured he might as well look the part of someone in a prestigious reporter crowd. He’d attacked his normally disheveled brown locks with pomade to keep them neatly in place and pulled out one of his rarely worn suits from the back of his closet. It was a deep navy color, offset against a grey t-shirt underneath.

He looked down at his phone’s lockscreen (a candid he took of Kasey gleefully devouring a massive pile of nachos on one of their first dates) and saw it was 6:30, meaning it was time to grab his girlfriend and head out. This was one of those times when Eddie was extra glad they lived in the same building – he didn’t need to fight the end of rush hour traffic, and his hair wasn’t about to get messed up from his helmet.

“Ready, bud?” Eddie asked the symbiote, who bobbed his head vigorously in response.

“Ready!”Eddie grabbed his jacket and walked to the door, waiting before Venom had merged back into his body before he exited and walked down the hall to the elevator.

His anxiety morphed into curiosity as he got off on Kasey’s floor, wondering what she ended up deciding to wear. He had asked a few days earlier, but she had said she wanted it to be a surprise.

Always in sync with his host, Venom filled his head as Eddie approached Kasey’s door, knocking in quick succession.

“This is the most exciting part of today! We have never seen our Kasey in a dress! We already cannot wait to tear it off her.”

Eddie chuckled. “Easy there, Casanova, we still have the whole night ahead of us.”

But then Kasey opened the door, and Eddie was instantly on the same page as Venom. He thought his heart physically skipped a beat or three when he saw her standing there so pretty, so damnsexy. For him.

His wide eyes drank in every part of her, roaming over her breasts, her curves, her thighs. He was always attracted to her, but seeing her this girly was really doing something to him. He forced himself to focus on her face and that the two of them needed to leave, fighting against the growing hardness between his legs.

Venom, on the other hand, could not give two shits about the party.

“Eddie, take her. Now. Look at that beautiful, delicious flesh, just begging for us to taste it.”

“Later, V, definitely later,” he muttered, still awestruck at the stunning woman in front of him. HisKasey.

Kasey didn’t have to hear Venom to get the context of Eddie’s response – judging by the way Eddie was looking at her, the faintest hint of swirling black and white just around the edges, she could tell her boys were happy with how she looked. Veryhappy.

Eddie exhaled, taking Kasey’s hand in his and guiding her into a twirl so he could see her from every angle. shaking his head slightly with a lopsided grin. “You are …”

“Stunning. Beautiful. Perfect. Ours,”Venom interrupted.

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, all of that.”

“Thank you,” Kasey replied, grinning. She ran her hands up his chest, eyeing him up and down. “You look so, so good. How lucky am I to show off the hottest reporter in North Cal?”

She meant it. He had put something in his hair to keep the normally disheveled points in check, and he swapped out his rumpled hoodie and jeans for a crisp grey t-shirt underneath a fitted navy suit, one that made his ocean-blue eyes all the more prominent. Kasey smiled slightly at the sight of his usual bracelets peeking out under the sleeves, the scuffs on his brown sneakers. Still her Eddie.

Venom grinned as his humans kissed, sidling up to Kasey and sneaking a tendril underneath where Eddie’s hand was around her waist.

“I helped style him! Much better than those sad, sweaty t-shirts.”

Eddie pulled back, swatting at the rippling black form.

“Dude, you don’t wear clothes, don’t pretend you’re qualified to give fashion advice.”

“I still have eyes, idiot. And we look great. Our Kasey looks great. We should do something about that.”

Suddenly, Venom’s tendril was caressing her ass, sneakily creeping up the back of her dress before Kasey dragged him off.

“Nope, nope, not now, V.“ She lowered her voice, relishing how Eddie’s grip on her hips tightened in response. "Like this one said, later.”

“100%,” Eddie breathed out, lust straining his tone. He kissed her again, and pulled back, grinning and a little dazed, as he grabbed her hand. “You ready?”

“Mhm.” Kasey turned her attention to Venom. “V? before you disappear, remember that tonight is about Eddie, ok? So best behavior. From both of us.” 

“Fine,”Venom conceded. For you, sweetest. But he better find me chocolate for my silence.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Once Venom was out of sight, the two walked out the door and down the hall, the reassurance of their intertwined fingers bolstering both of them in the deepest places where their hurt and fear lived, unseen.

Don’t Go, Don’t Stray

Pairing:Vladimir Ranskahov x reader

Summary: After your air conditioner dies in the middle of a heat wave, you go to stay at Vladimir’s. With a sudden change of heart, he realizes he wants you to move in.

Word count: ~2,900

Author’s note: Um I told @angelaiswriting I would write this LITERALLY 1.5 years ago so bless her and her patience

Title is from the song of the same name by Transit: “Don’t go, don’t stray. Stay here with me. And if you need a little fresh air, well, we can sleep on the fire escape.”

—

It all starts with an air conditioner.

Of course your window unit would choose to die during record-breaking heat in the dead of summer, with the frenzy to buy them across the nation leaving it virtually impossible to get a new one.

So, you called Vladimir.

“Question for you.”

He hums and you continue. “My air conditioner just died and no one for 100 miles has one in stock. Do you think I could crash at your place for a few days? I think I might actually burst into flames if I stay here any longer.”

Vladimir freezes. Sure, you’re in and out of his apartment all the time, but it’s not like you’re leaving your stuff there. Even though you’ve been seeing each other for half a year, you’ve been careful to respect his need for boundaries — to have his space as his own. You knew he was, as he put it, “historically pretty shit” at relationships and he’d never had anyone move in before, and you had told him upfront that you didn’t want to put pressure on him — you just wanted to be with him. You didn’t think you had to live together for him to show you he loved you because he did it whenever you were together. And he adored you for it.

But, as he rolls the sleeves of his navy button down further up his arms, sweating already at 9 in the morning, he does agree that you probably will combust without AC access. And what’s the worst that could happen? And he’s also sure he can leverage this into some kind of sex thing.

“Hello?”

Shit. You’re still there.

“Sure, come by the garage so I can get you key.” he grins and you can hear it in his voice. “You owe me, малышка.”

“Ok, Saint Volodyaaaa. Thank you, love you, I’ll be down in like an hour.”

“You too, see you then.”

“Bye!”

Tolya walks in as his brother’s hanging up the phone, staring at it like it’s going to bite him.

“Who was that?”

“Y/N. Her air conditioner broke and she can’t find a new one with assholes buying them all up. She’s going to stay over until the heat breaks.”

Anatoly pauses for a few seconds, opening his mouth and closing it before he responds.

“Ok.”

“What?“ Vladimir narrows his eyes at his brother. "She’s over all the time. It’s just a few days.”

“I didn’t say anything! Just surprised.” Anatoly takes a sip of his coffee, his tone even. “It’s not like you’ve ever liked sharing your space.”

“I’ve never liked sharing space with you, shithead. There’s a difference.

Anatoly’s brow furrows. “Yeah. The difference being you’re terrified of living with a woman.”

“The fuck I am,” Vladimir snarls.

Anatoly rolls his eyes but stays silent, a well-practiced move in the years he’s spent by his fiery brother’s side.

His lack of further provocation works as intended, and Vladimir sinks back into the chair, running his hand through his blond spikes.

“There just hasn’t been any woman I wanted to live with.”

“Until Y/N?”

Vladimir nods his head yes and no in a back-to-back motion.

“But she’s not moving in, Tolya. Not now. It’s just for a few days.”

Anatoly’s long-worn patience finally breaks, shaking his head.

“I just do not understand why you’re being such a bitch about this.”

Vladimir is on hit feet in an instant, his chair scraping across the floor.

“The fuck did you just say to me?“

Anatoly chuckles darkly, taking a long sip of his coffee as Vladimir stands there, seething. He stares at his brother and Vladimir frowns, annoyed at how Anatoly’s dark gaze always seems to run straight through him, past the battle-scarred exterior and down to his core.

"You are fucking impossible sometimes, you know this? Would it hurt you to even consider using this as a trial run, hm? This is the longest relationship you’ve been in, you know you love her — and you could desperatelystand to benefit from having someone around who wasn’t me or mama or a cellmate.”

Vladimir turns on his heel, slamming himself back down into the chair, arms crossed. Anatoly was right, of course. He was being a stubborn prick. And for what? Pride? Because showing he was in a committed relationship was somehow a sign of weakness?

He sat there for a moment and did what Anatoly asked: consideredyou moving in with him. And he was pleasantly surprised that when he really imagined it, really thought about it, it made him happy. The feeling of having you there next to him every morning and night, knowing you were safe. Not having to text you to come over at 2 in the morning because he couldn’t sleep until you calmed him down. A space that was yours, together.

Vladimir sighed and looked up at Anatoly.

"I will … consider. Happy?”

“No. But this is a good decision, Volodya.” He clapped him on the shoulder, dragging another chair over to sit next to him. “Now, onto business.”

Fuck. The last thing Vladimir wanted was to spend more time talking about that fucking asshole in the black mask. And as they discussed Semyon and epinephrine and whatever else Anatoly was going on about, Vladimir couldn’t help feeling his attention drifting away to you. Secretly hoping that, if the next few days went well, he’d find the balls to ask you to stay.

–

Vladimir walks into the apartment and can’t help but laugh at the sight he’s met with. You must’ve just beaten him home from work and there you are, dramatically sprawled across the couch clad only in a sports bra and boxer shorts, relief evident in your face.

He hangs his keys near the door and walks across the room, giving you a light kiss on the forehead.

“Happy?”

You hum in response, reaching up to grab his face and bringing his lips to yours. “You have no idea. Thank you again.”

“‘Course, принцесса.”

You give a mischievous smile up at him, a knowing glint in your eyes.

“Before you start twitching, don’t worry, I’ve kept all my shit neatly organized on my side of the bed.”

Vladimir scoffs, gently flicking your head and chuckling as you give an exaggerated “ow.”

“I don’t twitch.”

“No?” You roll off the couch and walk over to the door, grabbing your sandals from their neatly slotted spot. You fix him with a dead stare.

“So it doesn’t bother you at all if I,” you pause, dropping your sandals, one after the other, on the living room rug, “do this?”

Damn, you had him. Vladimir hated mess, hated chaos — at least in his home. Because there was too much of it already in his life. For years, he craved a place where he could just breathe, and he was picky and territorial once he had it.

But rather that concede defeat, he chose to stride over to you, scarred hands lingering on your hips as he pushes you gently against the kitchen island.

“For smart woman, you forget I lived in a Siberian prison?” He makes a “tsk, tsk” sound and you roll your eyes. “You think something like dirty shoes bothers me?”

You sigh, cupping his face in your hands.

“I know it bothers you because you didn’t have the chance to keep things of your own or keep them nice. Hm?”

Vladimir just hums back, ignoring you, because his attention is now elsewhere. His hands dig into your hips firmly, holding you in place as he trails a line of kisses from the base of your ear down to your throat, relishing the goosebumps that rise on your flesh.

But then you nudge his chest and spin out of his grip, laughing as he quickly pulls you back to him.

“Vova, not now.”

“Why?” He moves his lip back to your neck, teeth and stubble grazing against your skin in the way he knows drives you crazy. And it’s crazy to him how fast he gets turned on so fast just by your presence, your laugh, the way the soft fabric of your sports bra is cut just so to show your cleavage.

“You did say you owe me.”

You laugh louder this time and escape his grip once again, earning a frustrated groan from him.

“No, no, you said I owe you, asshole, there’s a difference.” You swat at his chest, turning to counter and grabbing a laden grocery bag. “Besides, I already know how I’m making it up to you.”

You dump out the contents and gesture grandly.

“Carnitas!”

“That’s nice,” he says flatly, immediately grinning as you yell back at him.

“Oh my GOD, Vova, we will have sex later, stop pouting and be excited for delicious Mexican food!”

“Okay.”

He walks around the island to where you’re starting to assemble kitchen supplies and pulls you into him once more, but this time, with a softer intention. He’s really just thankful for you, for the time he has with you, when his fucked up life and his fucked up head just smooth out.

You stiffen, thinking he’s trying to get you into bed again, but immediately relax into him as he presses his lips into your hair with a quiet murmur:

“я тебя люблю.”

“I love you, too, babe. Now,” you push up on your tiptoes, leaning across the counter to grab a chef’s knife out of the set. “Can you please go put those formidable knife skills to use on these veggies while I work on this seasoning?”

“Sure.”

You pull your phone off the counter and put it on speaker, starting some kind of mellow indie rock hit that fills the room as the two of you take up your respective culinary tasks side by side. Vladimir glances at you and he exhales unconsciously, wondering why he would be so worried about making this permanent — getting lost in his own little slice of the ordinary and the beautiful with you.

–

One day turns into two, two turns into three. And when the heatwave shows no sign of slowing down and you ask him if he minds you staying longer, he doesn’t hesitate.

“As long as you need to, котенок.”

It ends up being a full seven days before the temperature breaks, and Vladimir finds himself facing a new dilemma. Instead of worrying that you were going to bring up moving in, now he’s worried you won’t want to.

“Don’t know why you’re being such a little bitch about this.”

His brother’s words ringing in his head, he grits his teeth and decides he just needs to do it. He just needs to ask. It’s not like he’s asking you to marry him. Fuck, that just sends even more anxiety flooding through him. If he was this nervous now, what the fuck would he be like if he wanted to propose?

He stares at himself in the bathroom mirror, giving himself his trademark death glare and muttering under his breath.

“You need to handle one thing at a time and calm the fuck down, mudak. Now, go ask your woman to live with you. And then Tolya can fuck off, too.”

Chewing at his lip unconsciously, he walks out the door and back to his bedroom where you’re still nestled under the covers, just waking up. You give him the sweetest, sleepiest smile and he finds some of his nerves dissipating.

He crawls back in and lifts his arm so you can slide into your preferred location on his chest, your soft hands tracing the lines of his tattoos.

You stay intertwined like this, comfy abs quiet for a few moments, before Vladimir breaks the silence, twirling a lock of your hair between his fingers.

“I am glad you stayed this week.”

“Yeah, me too.” You hesitate for a second before continuing, something Vladimir doesn’t miss. “Honestly, it was kind of nice not having to shuffle back and forth.”

“Ok, ask her now … ok, now. HELLO. MUDAK.”

But he doesn’t. He just sits there, frozen, letting the silence stretch over the two of you. You break it and while your tone is light, when Vladimir looks at you, he realizes with a pang in his chest that your eyes don’t fully reach him.

Fuck, he was such a coward.

“I’ll make sure my place is fit for human habitation again and you can come over later this week?”

Finally, he finds his voice.

“I don’t want you to go.”

You shift off his chest and sit up, and he’s glad because he can feel his heart racing. You look at him, confused.

“You want me to stay over again tonight?”

“I want you to just stay. Every day,” he adds, hoping it’s enough for you to understand what he’s getting at. It’s weird for him, not being direct, but he just can’t bring himself to ask it outright. Because he doesn’t know what he’d do if you say no.

Dawning comprehension reads on your face and you tilt your head.

“Are you asking me to move in with you?”

Well, there’s no getting around it now. He grabs your hand in his, running his thumb across your knuckles.

“Da.” He feels you staring at him and can’t read the look, so he drops his gaze, panic creeping in even though he’s trying his best to keep his shit together. “Only if you want to. If not, I don’t care, I just thought it makes sense. Like you said, you would not have to shuffle back and forth and —“

He stops talking as you press your fingers against his lips, and hope flickers in his chest when he realizes you’re smiling.

“Hey. You’re very cute babbling like this right now, but you don’t need to be nervous. I love you and I love us, of course I’ll move in with you.”

He looks at you, pleasantly stunned.

“Really?”

"Yeah.”

He grins and pulls you up, giggling, into his lap so you’re straddling his thighs.

“This was much easier than I thought.”

Your smile fades slightly, replaced with a look of concern as you trace his stubbled jawline.

“Did you really think I’d say no?”

Vladimir shrugs, tattooed hands sliding up the bottom of your tank top to rest on the skin near your hip bones.

“I’ve never lived with anyone before besides family. Or other prisoners.”

He looks you over, taking in your softness, your bright eyes. Awestruck that someone as good as you would be with someone like him.

He smiles. “You are special, котенок.”

You beam back and kiss him, hard, and he melts under your touch, hands shifting from your hips to your ass.

You pull back slightly, smirking.

“I am special. And now,” you pause, nipping at his bottom lip before you pull back with a soft murmur. “You’re stuck with me, Ranskahov.”

He plays along, shifting one hand to tug in your hair, his turn to smirk at the whine that escapes your lips.

“Well, maybe I change my mind.”

You laugh, breathless and pupils blown wide.

“Don’t you dare.”

“No, no, don’t you worry.” Vladimir has you flipped on your back in two seconds, wrists pinned above your head. God, he could die happy with the way you’re looking at him right now, the color rising in your cheeks. For himand him alone.

“Now you’re the one stuck, pretty girl.”

“Oh well.”

You tug him down to you and he reacts instantly, falling into the familiar rhythm of losing himself entirely in you. His hand finds its way to the base of your throat as the other slips past the waistband of your panties in a practiced motion, his fingers gliding in the slickness between your legs up as he massages your clit.

“Fuck, Vova.”

And then, exhibiting a restraint he didn’t know he was possible of, he pulls back, and you actually yell in frustration as the contact is broken. Yep, this was payback for when you left him hanging for carnitas.

“Seriously?!”

“Your turn for frustration, принцесса,” he says in sing song. He takes your hands in his, grazing his lips across them as you glare. “Now that you will officially be living here, I have a question.”

“It better be an important one,” you grumble, and he tries to keep a straight face, but it’s hard. He loves you so much but, God, he can’t help himself from messing with you.

He cups your face in his hands, his touch such a tender contrast to his question that you dissolve into laughter.

“Can you please stop leaving your fucking jacket on the chair? We have many closets, you can take your pick.”

"Oh, I can, can I? How gracious of you. You chuckle and bring him down for a quick kiss. “I will, asshole, only because you asked so nicely.”

Vladimir pretends to look scandalized.

“I am alwaysnice.”

“No, you’re not. But it’s ok.” You lick your lips and grin, guiding his hand back between your thighs. "Nice guys could never do what you do to me.”

And as you crash back into each other, Vladimir is filled with the surety that no matter where you two are, as long as you’re together, he’s home.

Daddy!Zemo Headcanons

Requesred by: @alekssmorozova

I couldn’t think of a proper plot so I decided to do headcanons, for now, I hope that’s okay. I’ll write for Zemo more in the future.

Hope you like it! ❤️

Warnings: extremely soft Zemo, sex, oral sex, Possessive!Zemo, implied jealousy, his lost family is mentioned briefly. I think that’s all.

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• When we’re talking about daddy Zemo, we can’t ignore the fact that he is a sweet sweet man aside from being a terrorist in the past.
• Having lost his family once, he knows how precious our loved ones are, so you can expect him to be affectionate 24/7.
• Now that doesn’t mean that he is clingy. If you need some space, he’ll know it right away or he’ll ask you if you need to be alone.
• If not, he is more than happy to keep you company when you’re feeling sad, angry, or overwhelmed.
• Making you tea, watching your favorite TV show or movie together.
• He will definitely comment on the unrealistic war or fight scenes.
• Sitting on his lap while he is reading, hugging his neck, or laying your head on his chest, listenng to his heartbeat.
• He knows you love his voice and he is very smug about it.
• He’ll hug you from behind and whisper in your ear in a low husky voice. Sometimes dirty things like how he needs you so bad and what he plans on doing to you and sometimes just sweet nothings.
• Calling you pet names in Sokovian. You like the sound of them but you don’t understand all of it. He likes to keep them a secret.
• Now for the dirty part…
• Heisgood in bed, and he knows it.
• He will always put your pleasure first but he is also very eager to take his pleasure from you.
• Eating you out for hours if he feels like it, which is very common.
• Slow and sensual sex.
• But also really reallyrough sex… Especially when he gets jealous.
• Despite being a reasonable and confident man, Helmut can get jealous quite easily because he is very possessive.
• He knows you’re not something he owns but nonetheless, you’re his and his only to love and cherish.
• He likes to make you cum again and again until you beg him to stop. He is the only one who can make you feel this good.
• He will also make you kneel and take him into your mouth.
• Fucking your mouth roughly but also being careful not to actually hurt you.
• He is not exactly afraid to be vocal.
• He will moan and groan, chanting your name and telling you how good you are for him.
• He will get gentle and loving again afterwards.
• Asking if you’re okay and taking care of you, cuddling for hours and reading to you.
• He will buy you everything you like.
• Sometimes he sees nightmares about his past and losing you as well.
• Then he wakes up and sees you there, sleeping contently.
• He will embrace you tightly and go to sleep again, knowing that you will be there when he wakes up.
• He is particularly clingy in the mornings and you’re not complaining.
• Lazy morning sex.
• Cuddling and talking for hours until you have to get up.
• Making breakfast for you.
• Sometimes you insist on helping him and even if he acts like he doesn’t want you to, it feels very intimate to just betogether and casually make breakfast. He loves it.
• Daddy Zemo will do anything to make you happy.

Star-Crossed.

[PAIRING: Loki x Reader]

[SUMMARY: You and Loki decide to go stargazing, however the conversation strays and soon, you will too.]

[WORD COUNT: 501]

[WARNINGS:N/A]

[GENRE:Fluff, Angst]

[A/N:This was a request, apparently, but I never put who it was from or what the request was, so thanks to whoever requested this? I wrote it over a year ago, so oops.]

[also, I HATE THAT SUMMARY WHAT WAS I EVEN THINKING?? I CANT BRING MYSELF TO CHANGE IT THOUGH UGH]

“They would never allow it.”

The conversation takes a sharp turn, changing from the previous conversation about your futures. You and Loki lay under the stars, admiring the Asgardian night sky in peace, but the entire atmosphere seems to change at your words, going cold.

Loki sighs deeply, his heart wrenching painfully. You, his midgardian love, had insisted this from the start; His Asgardian royal family would never accept you.

[CONTINUE READING]

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You are an immortal who has spent your life travelling, forced to find your home in different places around the world. One day, you meet a certain God of Mischief. What follows is a friendship that spans centuries.

Warnings:just fluff

Word Count: 3 k

A/N:This chapter is just short and sweet, don’t kill me things will start to heat up in part 3, promise x

Part 1

London. 1603.

“Get out of my way, I was here first!”

A hunchbacked woman glared at you with black, beady eyes.

You mumbled an apology and kept your head down.

Inwardly, however, you were seething. Bloody witch.

You had been waiting in line for hours to get into this theatre, and yet an ignorant peasant had the nerve to declare she was there before you.

It was events like this that reminded you how much you despised London. With it’s dirty and disease-ridden streets, it was definitely one of the worst places you had ever called home. Unfortunately, it was also one of the only places you had left to go.

“Ticket!” A man barked at you, pulling you from your thoughts.

Finally, you were at the front of the line.

Digging into your skirt’s deep pockets, you produced a solitary ticket, which the man promptly snatched from your hand.

He inspected the slip of paper closely before glancing toward you.

“Rather unusual for a woman to come to one of these things by herself.” He noted, his voice slick with suspicion.

“Have you never before come across a woman who enjoys the theatre?” You snorted.

The man eyed you with disdain. “Your seat is on the left.” He grumbled, handing the ticket back to you.

Satisfied, you gave him a slight smile before stepping inside.

The Globe Theatre was one of the most popular spots in London, and tonight proved to be no exception. The centrepiece of the room, the polished and intricately carved stage, was surrounded by peasants, all clamouring for the best standing room. Behind them, rows of seats stretched for as far as the eye could see. Those able to afford tickets sat there now, talking excitedly with friends and family. The air was abuzz with light chatter and laughter.

You had been saving up for weeks to afford a ticket. As you looked around at the beautiful theatre, you couldn’t stop your lips from stretching into a wide grin.

Just as you took your seat, the curtain drew open.

As the play went on, you were lulled into serenity by the actor’s calm voices. During one particular soliloquy, the late afternoon sun fell gently on your face, and you found yourself becoming nostalgic about the warm evenings you had spent in Florence.

To daydream about such things was odd, as you generally regarded your time in Italy as a complete disaster. One that you were trying to erase from your memory completely. But here, in grey and dirty London, you couldn’t help but reminisce about the days you had spent under the orange sun, walking amongst olive fields and rose gardens.

And, of course, there was something- rather, somebody- in particular that you couldn’t stop thinking about.

Loki had been a particularly stubborn memory. You hadn’t seen him since that day he had rescued you from your wedding and yet, you often caught yourself dreaming about his piercing green eyes and his raven black hair. Admittedly, deep down, some small part of you did wish that you could see him again.

But such thoughts were fruitless, you knew. He had most likely forgotten about you. You were sure he was surrounded by far more interesting people on that Asgard he always spoke of.

Not that it matters, anyway, you remind yourself. You had been alone for a long while now. That was just how it was, and most likely how it always would be.

You turned your attention back to the stage.

“…he that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man; and he that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.”

“Gods, she’s being awfully dramatic, is she not?” The man to your left mumbled, his head bent in your direction.

You hummed in response. But, just as the actor launched into another monologue, you were hit with a sudden realisation.

That voice…

It couldn’t be. You had just been thinking about him.

You turned towards the man, your mouth dropping open in shock. Sure enough, his eyes were sparkling green in the sunlight.

“Loki!” You gasped, much louder than you had intended to.

Several people hissed at you to be quiet.

“Miss me?” He asked, a smirk playing at his lips.

“What are you doing here?” You whispered. “How did you even find me?”

“Are you really so shocked?” The god asked with a grin.

You supposed you weren’t.

“Now, are you coming with me or not?” He asked, reaching out a hand.

“Coming with you?” Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Loki, what do you mean-”

But before you could finish, Loki grabbed your hand in his and wrapped your arms around his waist. “Hold on tight.” He whispered into your ear.

And with a snap of his fingers, you both disappeared from the theatre, as if you had never been there at all.

**

“Loki, where in the world are we?” You asked, gently removing your hands from his body. Your mind was spinning.

“Look around you.” The young god declared, thrusting his arms outwards. “Where do you think we are?”

As your vision slowly cleared, you took in your surroundings. With a gasp, you realised that you were surrounded by rows and rows of food. Shelves, lined with wheels of cheese and piles of fruit, towered above you. Dried meat and sausages, bulbs of garlic and strings of herbs dropped from the ceiling. Barrels of wine and bottles of liquor covered the far wall.

“Unless we’re in your personal pantry, I’m guessing we are not supposed to be in here.” You whispered.

“Oh, relax,” he reassured, placing a hand on your back, “we’re perfectly safe in here, I promise.”

“Well, why are we here, anyway? I haven’t seen you in 125 years, and then you just show up, kidnap me and take me here?”

“Ah,” Loki grinned, “keeping track of the years, are we?”

Your cheeks blushed furiously. “No, I was just… guessing.”

The god began to inspect the food-laden shelves. “Want one?” He asked, turning to you with a bunch of grapes in his hand.

“No,” you growled, “what I want is an explanation to why I am here.”

“Fine.” He sighed. “I got bored again. And hungry. Normally, I would just raid the palace kitchens. But today, I thought I should go on an adventure. And check up on you. See if you were still as pretty as I remember…”

You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, stop being so grumpy.” He demanded, taking a bite out of an apple. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you were the one crying last time I left. I thought you’d be happy to see me.”

Bastard. Of course he’d bring that up.

“Fine.” You huffed, sitting down on the wooden floor. “I just wish you hadn’t taken me from the middle of that play. I saved up for a long time for that ticket, you know.”

“You call that mess a play?” Loki snorted, filling a tray with food. “I could hardly bear it. You’re lucky I watched it for as long as I did.”

“But it was one of William Shakespeare’s.” You uttered in disbelief. “Everyone is saying he’s the best playwright to have ever lived…”

“Shakespeare? I’ve never heard of him.” He said, sitting down next to you. “It’s a shame mortals can’t come to Asgard. Otherwise, I’d take you there and show you what a real play is.”

“Oh,” your eyes lit up as he mentioned that name again, “tell me about Asgard.”

The god shoved a slice of cheese in his mouth. “I’d rather not.”

“Please,” you begged, eyes wide, “I don’t care if it’s a long story. We have all the time in the world.”

Loki glanced towards you, taking in your big eyes and your pouted lips.

“Fine.” He sighed, exasperatedly.

Your face broke out in a grin. He began to speak…

Loki told you of a world of gods and goddesses, a realm overlooked by a gilded golden palace, where both the fiercest warriors and the fairest maidens lived. He spoke of Vikings, of Norse mythology and stories whispered around campfires. Then, of elves and frost giants, of magical beasts and skilled dwarves. His words rendered you breathless with wonder.

“You must love your home.” You observed, interrupting him.

He turned to face you, his head tilting slightly. “Why do you say that?”

“Your eyes,” you responded, “when you talk about Asgard, they light up.”

The god frowned slightly. “Asgard is indeed beautiful, but… it is not without its faults.”

“What do you mean?”

“Being Odin’s son, it comes with strict requirements. For as long as I can remember, I have been judged on everything I do.” Loki’s voice was different, now. Cold as steel. “And for as long as I can remember, everything I have done, has fallen short…”

You glanced towards his fists. They were clenched tight.

“My brother, Thor,” he continued, “has always been my father’s favourite. I love him, but he is a fool, and reckless… and yet no matter how much I prove I am the better successor for the throne, my father refuses to see reason.”

You didn’t know what to say. You had only known Loki a short while, but he had always been cheeky and lighthearted, always wearing that permanent smirk. Now, he was different…

You grabbed his hand slightly, wrapped your fingers in between his.

“I understand your frustration. I know how terrible fathers can be, trust me…” You said, your voice gentle, reassuring.

The god looked at your fingers entwined with his. You sat in silence for a moment.

Finally, he spoke.

“So all I have to do to get you to touch me is be sad? Let out a little emotion?” His smirk had returned back to his face.

You let go of his hand. “You’re insufferable…”

He just laughed.

You sighed and stole an apple from his tray.

“Alright, I’m sorry.” Loki said, meeting your eyes with his green ones. “Thank you. For being nice.”

You rolled your eyes as you took a bite of your apple.

“Alright, it’s your turn. Where are you from?”

You froze. Goosebumps prickled at your flesh.

That was a topic you definitely did not want to talk about.

Loki seemed to notice your discomfort. “Or… you don’t have to. We’ve been sitting here for hours. How about we have a little fun?”

You raised an eyebrow. “If this involves me taking my clothes off…”

“No,” he reassured, waving a hand, “nothing of the sort. I was thinking more that type of fun.”

You followed his line of sight. He was looking directly at the dozens of barrels of alcohol.

You smiled back at him. That did seem like fun.

**

Two hours later, the two of you laid down on the floor. You were both very tired and very, verydrunk.

“I can’t believe you just drunk two whole bottles of rum!” You giggled.

“And I can’t believe you could barely finish half of a bottle…” Loki teased.

“Well, we can’t all be gods like you.” You breathed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Thatistrue.”

Loki stretched his arms out, and wrapped one around your shoulders. Normally, you would move away. But right now, you were far too intoxicated to care.

“You know,” you sighed, inching closer towards his chest, “I lied before. I was counting the years…”

“I’m the God of Lies, Y/N.” He smirked. “I could tell.”

“I was just scared you wouldn’t show up. Because I’m just always so… lonely. I never really had a family, and all my friends died a long time ago and-”

You stopped to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall.

“-just, thank you. For showing up. That’s what I’m trying to say.”

It was silent for a moment.

“Don’t cry.” Loki eventually muttered, his fingertips gently tracing your shoulder. “I only came back because I was bored.”

“You’re really rude.” You hiccupped. “I’d hit you if I wasn’t so drunk.”

“I’m a god.”

“What does that have to do with being polite?”

“Everything.” He laughed. “And nothing, I suppose.”

“You’re being confusing.” You said, yawning.

“Honestly, I don’t think I know what I’m talking about either.”

You laughed as you snuggled closer into his chest. A voice in the back of your head reprimanded you for getting so close to him. You knew you shouldn’t, you knew it was dangerous to allow yourself to get close to anyone, especially after last time…

But you were so cold and he was, surprisingly, warm. And you could barely keep your eyes open.

“You can go to sleep.” Loki whispered, curling his arm tighter around you. “I don’t mind.”

Grateful, you closed your eyes. “Goodnight, Loki.” You mumbled, before falling asleep.

The god watched you as you slept. He saw the way your chest slowly rose and deflated, and how your eyelashes seemed to flutter slightly, and how the moonlight that snuck in through the rafters made your skin glow.

As he watched you, he had two clear, distinct realisations.

The first was that he was quite sure he’d never, in all his years, seen anyone or anything as beautiful as you in that moment.

And, his second realisation, was that he was now faced with the task of telling you that you had just spent the night sleeping in the Queen of England’s pantry.

Well, Loki thought, resting his chin on the top your head, he would just have to deal with that in the morning.

And so, closing his eyes, he went to sleep.

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You are an immortal who has spent your life travelling, forced to find your home in different places around the world. One day, you meet a certain God of Mischief. What follows is a friendship that spans centuries.

Warnings:a teaspoon of fluff

Word Count: 7.1k

A/N:I have no idea how age on Asgard works, but imagine Loki as 17/18 (in human years) in this chapter. Reader is a couple years older (looks-wise).

Italy. 1480

The sky was impossibly dark. Rain pounded at your back with unnecessary ferocity. In the distance, lightning crackled.

You pulled your hood over your head and continued walking, to where you did not know. The dirt road below you had turned to thick mud, and the scarce trees overhead offered little solace from the unrelenting rain. Your cloak flew behind you in the fierce wind. It wasn’t until you tripped for the fifth time that you finally let your tears flow.

You allowed the heavy sobs to rack your frail body. The wind carried away your desperate screams as if they were nothing. Your bones burned and every muscle in your body ached. You knew you were too tired to go on any longer.

And so, you lied down in the black mud and let the rain pelt at your skin freely.

Keeping your eyelids open was not a battle you cared to win. But before you succumbed to your exhaustion, you issued one final plea.

Oh god have mercy, you prayed, and let me die before the sun rises.

Alas, it was not to be.

You were awoken by someone shaking you, roughly. The sound of muttered voices reached your ears. Reluctantly, you opened your eyes.

“Mother have mercy! I thought you were dead!” Two small blue eyes stared down at you from within a very round, pale face.

He was a pageboy, you realised. Beside him was a young girl, dressed in servants clothing.

You opened your mouth to speak, but no voice came out. Your throat was raw and aching, battered from the cold winds the night before. You rubbed at it with your hands.

‘Oh, you poor thing. You must be terribly sick. It’s a wonder you even survived out here.” This time it was the girl who spoke. Her voice was sweet and high pitched, like a bird’s.

Suddenly, the boy was wrapping his arms around your back and hauling you to your feet. Your legs, still stiff and numb, tingled as you stood.

You were up for no longer than a minute before the pageboy began to walk, talking as he did so. “Do not worry, there is no need to speak.” He reassured you. “I am Luce, and this is Sabina.” He gestured to the girl, who nodded with a smile, before continuing, “We are employees of the Amoretto family. Surely, you must of heard of them, yes? They are renown throughout Italy for their immense wealth.”

Unfortunately, you could only shake your head. Your mind was foggy and muddled. The family’s name was certainly not familiar to you.

The girl offered you a reassuring smile. “Lord and Lady Amoretto are generous people. They may allow you to stay with us until you get well again.”

You wondered whether this Lord and Lady were really as generous as the girl claimed. In your experience, wealthy people were hardly the hospitable type.

“Ah, here we are. See?” Luce’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You followed his line of sight.

What met you there was enough to take your breath away.

Just ahead of you was an enormous castle, it’s red brick walls stretching far across the horizon. Two towers emerged from its main body, branching upwards towards the clouds.

Sabina must have noticed your sharp intake of breath. She gave you a quick look and giggled before running off towards the castle. “I will inform the Lord and Lady we have a visitor.” She shouted back at the two of you.

As you and Luce neared closer and closer to the castle, your stomach began to churn. You had a feeling more awaited you beyond those walls than just friendly hospitality.

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Upon first seeing you, Lady Amoretto was certainly not impressed.

“Luce, what is this dirty girl doing here? She is getting mud all over the floor!” She shrieked.

Your cheeks flushed as, with horror, you remembered that you must look atrocious.

However, before you could attempt to speak, Luce explained your awful predicament. He spoke of how he had found you this morning towards the outskirts of the castle grounds. When he had first seen your frail figure and pale skin, he had thought you to be dead. In fact, if it was not for him so gallantly offering his help, you most likely would be.

At this, the Lady turned to you. “You survived out there, all alone, in that terrific storm?” She said, her words tilting upwards in astonishment.

You nodded meekly.

“Child, that is scarcely possible.” The Lady exclaimed, looking directly into your eyes. “My stable-boys have told me that the winds and rain last night were so wicked, several of our horses died as a result. Pray tell, how did a small creature like you travel in that storm and live to tell the tale?”

The answer, of course, was that you were no ordinary human. There was a power, ancient and mysterious, that ran through your veins. But, even if you could speak, you would not divulge any of this to Lady Amoretto. She was already staring at you as if you had performed a miracle.

“My Lady, she has lost her voice.” Luce commented, “Her throat must still be aching from the cold.”

The Lady allowed her eyes to wonder over your face for a while longer, before finally offering you a warm smile. She appeared to have decided what to do with you.

“Of course,” she remarked, “If I were to turn you away after everything you have endured, I feel like I would be ignoring the will of God himself. You must stay with us until you are well again.”

Then, she yelled for Sabina. The girl was at the Lady’s side immediately.

“Get this girl washed and cleaned up.” She ordered, turning to the young maid. “Then, you may show her to one of our guest rooms. Fetch her a gown and have her look presentable by supper. She will dine with us tonight.”

And with that, she exited the room, the large wooden doors slamming shut behind her.

Sabina led you upstairs. Marble statues and richly coloured paintings decorated the hallways. Above you, gold banners and portraits of noblemen and women hung from the walls. In all your years, you had never been inside such a place. As you walked, Sabina talked about Lady Amoretto’s generosity, and how joyous she was that you would be staying with them. What was responsible for her excess excitement, you were not sure. Perhaps she saw in you a potential friend. You didn’t have the heart to tell her that befriending you was not a wise idea.

After you had passed what seemed like hundreds of doorways, you finally came to a stop.

“And this is your room.” The young maid announced, opening the door.

Every last breath you were holding left your lungs as you stepped inside.

The room was enormous. The walls were painted in shades of the deepest blues and golds. The bed was large and made of the finest wood, framed by embroidered curtains. You even had your own private room for bathing. You were not aware that such luxuries even existed.

Sabina noticed your wondering eyes. “I’ve given you our finest guest room,” she giggled, “but I am sure the Lady will not mind. She seemed to take quite a liking to you, earlier.”

You returned her words with a large smile. It was the least you could do.

Not more than five minutes later, you found yourself sitting in the warm water of the bath. This was the second time the bath had been filled, the first lot of bath water, in which you had scrubbed at your mud-caked skin, had become so dirty that it had to be drained almost immediately.

Now, you were resting against the edge of the basin. Sabina ran a comb through your wet hair, preparing the silky tresses to be ready for braiding later. The scent of primrose oil tickled your nose. They must have poured it into the water earlier.

“I sent your old clothes off to be burnt.” Sabina whispered as she gently tugged at a knot. “I hope you don’t mind.”

You waved a hand, reassuring Sabina that she was not to worry. Closing your eyes, you sunk deeper down into the warm water.

“You are so lucky…” Sabina gushed behind you. “Tonight, you will get to dine at the Lord and Lady’s table. And meet their son.”

You raised a questioning eyebrow.Son?

“Alessandro…” Sabina gushed. The mention of his name seemed to make her breathless. “He has the most wonderful blue eyes, and long, brown hair. Oh, what I would give to be able to dine at his table. Even just to have a conversation with him…”

You chuckled as Sabina launched into a long recount of the many admirable qualities she believed the man to possess.

It sounded like someone was in love.

Well, you thought, if Sabina was worried about you stealing the heart of the young lord, it was fruitless. There was only one boy you had ever loved. And he had died, many, many years ago.

Your jaw clenched at the memory. You were determined to never love another.

After your bath, you were dressed in a thick, silk gown. The soft material on your freshly scrubbed skin felt like heaven. You had to stop yourself on more than one occasion from letting out a moan of pleasure.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Sabina, who had left for the kitchen earlier, entered. She now held a small cup in her hand, full of steaming liquid.

“I thought this might help, for your throat.” She said, setting the cup down beside you.

You gave her a smile of thanks, gently lifting the hot beverage towards your lips. The sweet smell of honey and spices engulfed you. As you drunk, the harsh aching in your throat seemed to dim.

Sabina watched as you eagerly finished the cup.

“Try to speak.” She said.

“T-thank you.” You whispered. Your eyes widened as you realised the beverage had worked.

Sabina grinned widely, her big eyes lighting up. “I knew it would work. That’s my special recipe, you know.”

“Well, you are very clever.” You spoke, your voice still gentle. “I have never seen such an effective cure for a sore throat.”

The blonde-haired girl giggled. “Now that you are no longer a mute, you must tell me your name.”

You hesitated. “My name is… Y/N.”

Her eyes widened. “It is a very pretty name, but one I have never heard before. Where are you from?”

This was what you had been afraid of.

“I-I can’t remember.” You stuttered. “I must have hit my head the other night. Whenever I try to think back, everything is blank. It’s all very confusing.”

“Oh, you poor thing.” Sabina cried, distress lacing her voice. “Do you remember anything about your family?”

You shook your head. On cue, tears began to well in your eyes. You were good at this lie. It was one you had practised many times before.

Sabina wrapped you into an embrace.

“Hush,” she whispered, trailing her fingers through your hair, “everything will be okay.”

You were just about to reply when the sound of bells rang throughout the room.

“That’s the call for supper.” Sabina muttered. “Come, we must get you ready.”

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Like the rest of the castle, the dining room was nothing short of decadent. As you sat waiting for your food, you couldn’t help but admire the artwork that hung from the walls.

Your attention was soon diverted when a servant placed a bowl of soup in front of you. The scent of exotic spices drifted towards your nostrils and made your mouth water.

A pang in your stomach reminded you that you hadn’t eaten anything in days.

“Y/N, remind me of where you were from.” Lord Amoretto’s voice boomed from across the table.

“She can’t remember, dear. She has already explained this to us.” His wife said, placing a hand on his arm.

You nodded, picking up your spoon and dipping it into the creamy soup. “I still cannot remember much, but I do not wish to be a burden. I will leave as soon as I have regained my strength.”

“Nonsense.” It was now Alessandro who spoke. “A maiden as pretty as you? You may stay as long as you like.”

The rest of the table was silent.

You offered the young lord a weak smile of thanks before returning to your soup.

After dinner, you were returning to your room, belly full of food, when someone grabbed your arm. You turned around in a hurry.

It was Lady Amoretto.

“Y/N, follow me. I would like to speak to you.” She said, before dragging you by the sleeve into an empty hallway.

“Lady, have I done something to offend you?” You hesitantly asked. Something nagged at the back of your brain, a voice telling you that whatever she was about to say was not good news.

“Offend me? No, no, quite the opposite.” She reassured you.

Your mouth was halfway open, ready to speak, when you felt her soft hands on your cheeks.

“My son speaks the truth. You are very pretty.” She muttered. “When you arrived here this morning, you were as dirty as a peasant. But I saw your eyes and your face, and I guessed that underneath the mud and dirt was a beautiful young woman. That’s why I invited you to dine with us. And now, I see, that I was correct.”

Her hands still clutched your face. Her eyes were unmoving, staring directly into yours.

“My Lady, I thank you for your kind words. But is that why you have brung me here?”

She chuckled at that and finally dropped her hands. “No, if I wanted to simply pay you compliments I could do it across the dinner table. I have brung you here, because I have a proposition.”

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“Alessandro,” she continued, “is in need of a wife. He is young, and handsome, and the heir to our fortune. Yet, our options for a suitable bride are limited. Currently, he is besotted with a young girl from Rome. They have met a couple of times. But, I do not like her.”

Your heart started thumping. You didn’t like where this was going.

“Her family is rich, but they are controlling. And Alessandro, he is my only son…” At this, the Lady began to weep. “If they marry, and he leaves for Rome, I know he will not return. But you… you are perfect. You have no family, no home. If he were to marry you, he could stay here forever.”

“I am not sure if that is wise-” you began.

“Nonsense. You are pretty, prettier perhaps than even the Roman girl.  And Alessandro has already taken a liking to you.”

You shivered, thinking of the way the man’s eyes had lingered over your body at dinner.

“But, we have only just met.” You added, hoping that she would abandon her idea.

“I will go to my husband now and tell him what I have told you. If Alessandro believes this was his father’s suggestion, he will agree to the marriage.”

No, you thought. This can’t be happening. You reprimanded yourself for ever entering these castle walls.

“My Lady, I appreciate your offer, but I really think-”

But before you could finish, she grabbed your arm tightly.

“Youwill marry my son.” She commanded, stepping so close that you could feel her hot breath on your face. Her eyes turned to stone. “Because if you do not, you will be out. Out in the cold and the rain. And this time, God will not save you. For I will run you out of these grounds until you are deep within the forest, and if the storms do not kill you, the wolves will.”

Goosebumps rose along your flesh. Your mind screamed at you to run, to brave the dark nights and escape. You had been through worse. But then you remembered last night. How the rain had slashed at your back and how the cold had beat your skin until it was purple. You couldn’t do it again. You would rather die.

“Okay,” you stuttered, “I… I will do what you ask of me.”

Smiling, the older woman let go of your arm.

“Thank you.” She said, her eyes returning to normal. “You will not regret this, I promise.”

You waited until she was out of sight before you let yourself collapse.

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The next morning you awoke before sunrise. With a grimace, you realised that overnight your closet had been filled with gowns of various colours and materials.

A gift from the Lady to her future daughter, you guessed.

Hurriedly, you slipped one over your head. You did not bother to even run a comb through your hair before you wrapped your cloak around yourself and set out.

Close to the castle was a lake. The water that filled it was crystal clear, and the trees that surrounded it were alive with birdsong. It was here, by the lake, where you now sat.

Guided by the light of the slowly rising sun, you clasped your hands together in prayer.

Throughout the centuries you had spent on this Earth, you had heard tales of more gods than you cared to keep count of, and yet, you had never decided on one to believe in.

Now, however, you closed your eyes and prayed to every god you could think of.

“Please,” you whispered, tears streaming down your face, “whoever is listening. Please, help me. I don’t know what to do. I cannot marry this man. What will happen to me when he discovers I do not age? When he sees how my skin does not wrinkle and my eyesight does not worsen?”

Below you, the surface of the lake let out a faint ripple.

“And yet, I cannot run any longer…” You choked out through your tears. “I am too weak. Please, give me a way out. Please… give me an answer.”

You stayed kneeling like that for what seemed an eternity, praying to every god who would listen. When you couldn’t take it any longer, you fell to the ground and began sobbing. Your hands covered your mouth as big, fat tears rolled down your cheeks and fell to the grass below.

“It’s always a pity, seeing pretty girls like yourself so distraught.”

What?

It was a voice, from behind you. Hurriedly, you turned around.

There was no one there.

You were not stupid. You had definitely heard something. It was likely one of the servants, teasing you.

“I heard you!” You yelled out, wiping your tears with your sleeve. “Show yourself!”

From deep within the trees came a low chuckle.

You were furious. You rose to your feet and started off towards the trees, determined to find whoever had been teasing you and-

Suddenly, a man appeared in front of you. Your face slammed into his chest and you fell to the ground with a shriek.

The man chuckled again.

Infuriated, you pushed your hair back from your face and looked upwards into the eyes of your tormentor.

You gasped in surprise.

The man in front of you was tall, with ebony black hair, and the greenest eyes you had ever seen in your life.

“Who are you?” You breathed out, staring into his eyes.

“Who am I?” He smirked. “Well, I’m only the god you’ve just been praying to for the last hour.”

You inhaled sharply. He must be insane, you thought. You had seen paintings of God, and they all showed him with a white beard and a glowing halo. Not at all like the man before you.

“I don’t believe you.” You spat.

“No?” The man replied. “Well then, how do I know this? Your name is Y/N. You were born more than two centuries ago, which makes you unusually old for a mortal. And you have spent the last 150 years walking around Europe, too scared to stay in one place in case somebody discovers your little secret-”

You jumped up and covered the man’s mouth with your hand.

“Be quiet!” You hissed. “Anybody could hear you!”

The man moved to lower your arm. His touch was cold.

“There is no need to be worried.” He laughed. “We are alone.”

You eyed him suspiciously. “How did you know all that? Have you been following me?”

“No. Well, not in the way you’re thinking…”

You had heard enough. You grabbed the man’s shoulders and pushed him until he was up against a tree.

“You are going to tell me who you are and how you know everything about me, and you are going to do it now. Do you understand?” You glared into his eyes as you spoke.

Despite being significantly larger than you, the man struggled. “Well, I certainly didn’t know how strong you were…”

You shoved him further into the tree.

“Okay, okay. I’ll tell you. My name… is Loki. And I wasn’t lying before. I am a God… sort of.”

Your eyes widened at this.

“But I didn’t suddenly appear because you prayed to me.” He continued. “I’ve been watching you for a while now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Sometimes things get boring on Asgard. I like to come down here and play tricks on people. Then, one time, I saw you. And then, the next time I came down, I saw you again. I remembered what you looked like because, well… you are rather good-looking…” He stopped to smile at you.

“I am not interested in compliments from you. Continue speaking.”

“Fine. I saw you the second time and, at first, I didn’t think anything of it. But then I realised, almost fifty years had passed. And you still looked the same. So, I got curious. I began to visit Midgard- I mean, Earth- more often. I followed you.”

“You have been following me all these years?! Why? What is so interesting about watching me travel from village to village?”

“I’ve already told you.” The man sighed, exasperated. “Asgard can be awfully boring sometimes. It’s humorous to see the mundane lives of humans. And, I wanted to check you were still alive. I was curious about how long a mortal could cheat death. Now, will you please let go of me?”

Reluctantly, you loosened your grip on his shoulders.

“Why have you only decided to show yourself now?” You questioned.

The man, Loki, smirked. “Your crying was getting annoying. I couldn’t stand by and listen to it for any longer.”

You glared at him.

“Relax, I’m only jesting.” He said, smiling. “Besides, I figured you could use my help.”

“You would help me?” You asked, your voice heavy with disbelief.

“Yes. I have a proposition…”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “The last time somebody told me that, it did not end well.”

Loki chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry. I think you might agree to this one.”

You turned to look him in the eyes. “Fine. What is it?”

“I will help you escape this castle, and I will take you somewhere where you will never have to hear or worry about that awful family ever again.” He said, meeting your eyes with his. “In return, all I ask… is that you sleep with me.”

“What!?” You gasped.

“Sorry, did I misspeak? Do you call it something else here?”

“No,” you growled, “I understood you perfectly well. I was simply in disbelief that you would dare utter such a thing.”

“You are being unreasonable.” Loki declared. “I am offering you an escape, a respite from this horrible predicament you find yourself in… all I ask is for one night with you.”

The anger that filled your body was so intense you were surprised you didn’t shake with rage.

“I don’t need your help!” You yelled. The god jumped in surprise. “I have survived for centuries without you, and I certainly don’t need you now. You should go and find another woman to spy on, for if I see you again, I will kill you myself.”

“I would like to see you try.” The green-eyed man jeered.

You turned back to him, your cloak whipping behind you. “Leave!”

Loki would have continued to tease you, if it were not for the dangerous glint he saw in your eyes as you turned to face him.

“Fine,” he muttered, “if you don’t want my help, that is your decision. But when thirty years pass and your husband’s family discover you haven’t aged, do not blame me when they burn you at the stake!”

And with that, he was gone.

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A week had passed since your strange encounter with the god. Since then, every day had seen you consumed with talk about your upcoming wedding.

There was so much that needed to be done. Fine silk for your wedding gown had to be specially ordered from Rome, animals had to be hunted and prepared for the ceremony feast, and invitations had to be sent out to noble families across the country.

But, the most pressing issue, according to Lady Amoretto, was that you still did not have a portrait.

“Every fine woman in Europe has their portrait painted and hung on their walls.” She had told you over dinner one night. “You will be no exception. I will request one of the masters to come here and do it.”

Alessandro had slung an arm over your shoulder. “What a fine idea, Mother. Of course, we must have my bride’s beautiful face on display for all to see!”

You had smiled and exclaimed that you were very excited.

Another lie.

Today was the day that you were to sit for your portrait. On the Lady’s request, a prestigious painter from Florence had arrived at the castle. He was currently downstairs, arranging his oil paints and waiting for you.

You, on the other hand, were in your room, staring at yourself in the mirror. Sabina had braided your hair and pulled it back tightly, before dressing you in the most elegant gown in your closet. Frankly, you thought the high collar and large sleeves made you look ridiculous. But there was nothing you could do about it now. You were already late.

“Y/N, darling, you look magnificent!” Lady Amoretto beamed as you entered the room.

“Thank you, my Lady.” You replied, bowing your head.

Standing behind your future mother-in-law was an old man. His beard was long and grey, and he wore a paint-stained apron.

“Y/N, dear, I would like to introduce you to Tomasso Vinci, the finest painter in all of Florence!”

The man gave you a warm smile and eagerly kissed both your cheeks.

“Mia bella!” He exclaimed, stepping back to look at you. “My Lady… when you asked me to paint the young woman’s portrait, you did not mention her beauty.”

You blushed and whispered your thanks. As Tomasso turned to sit beside his canvas, you couldn’t help but feel there was something familiar about him, something that made you feel like you had met him before…

“My Lady, you must leave now.” Tomasso said, turning towards the older woman. “When I have finished painting, I will call for you.”

“Oh… of course.” Lady Amoretto stuttered, before walking towards the door. You guessed she wasn’t often ordered around.

Once she left the room, Tomasso gestured you over to the chaise lounge in front of him.

“Please, make yourself comfortable.” He insisted.

You sat down on the edge of the lounge, placing your hands in your lap. Your dress fanned out around you, displaying the elegant embroidering.

The painter’s eyes trailed over your gown before landing on your face. There, they lingered, taking in every detail of your features.

“Are you going to start?” You asked, growing uncomfortable.

“Yes, yes of course.” He reassured, picking up a brush. “Forgive me, I was getting lost in your eyes.”

You do not know how long you had been sitting there for, but you theorised it must have been several hours, at least. Your back was aching and your neck had grown stiff. Tomasso had been intensely focused on his painting, barely uttering a word to you the whole time.

“My apologies, but do you think we could… take a break?” You breathed out in desperation.

The painter’s eyes immediately went to you. “Are you uncomfortable?”

You nodded.

“Then of course, dear. You may rest. Here, why don’t you come see how the painting is coming along. I believe it may be one of my favourite ones yet.”

Eager to see the work of a master, you jumped up and wandered over. But, when you saw the artwork, the smile dropped from your face.

It was… horrible.

The canvas was covered in chaotic brushstrokes. Colours had been applied messily and blended without care,  making it appear more like a child’s attempt at painting than a master’s piece.

You couldn’t stop the gasp of horror from leaving your lips.

But, rather than being offended, the old man let out a chuckle.

A chuckle you had definitely heard before.

Before your eyes, Tomasso transformed.

Now, the man sitting in front of you was no longer wrinkled with age.

It was Loki.

“Did you like my Italian accent?” He said, his lips pulled in a mischievous grin.

“You vile beast!” You exclaimed, lashing out at his arm. “I told you to leave me alone!”

“Stop that,” he said, gripping your wrist, “there is no need to resort to violence.”

“You are lucky I do not strangle you.” You growled. “As if you did not offend me enough last time! And now, you have made me sit without moving for hours, all so you could paint that!”

“You don’t like it?” Loki pouted. “I thought it was rather good.”

“What are you doing here?” You demanded.

Loki grinned. “I have come to offer my help, again.”

“I already told you. I am not interested.” You declared, moving to leave. You had heard enough from him.

“Wait, wait!” The god called out as you neared the door.

You turned towards him, your arms crossed.

“I’ll help you for free. You won’t have to do anything. I promise.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “And why should I believe you?”

“Because… I’d feel guilty if I didn’t.” Loki admitted, glancing towards the ground.

You rolled your eyes, moving to grab the door’s handle. But something made you stop. You still didn’t trust him, but… you were in desperate need of help.

“Fine.” You sighed, exasperated. “The wedding is due to take place next week. How do you propose I escape by then?”

Loki looked up, a smile playing at his lips. “Do not worry. I already have a plan.”

“Care to share what it is?” You said, lifting an eyebrow.

“Allyou have to do is go about your life like you already are. Don’t give anybody reason to be suspicious. I will come and get you when the time is right, and then we will escape.”

You weren’t sure if you liked the sound of that. But what choice did you have?

“Fine.” You sighed.

A smile lit up his face.

“There’s just one more thing.” You said.

“What?” He asked, brows furrowing.

“You still owe the Lady a painting.” You smirked.

The grin fell from the god’s face. He swore aloud as he turned around to face the mess of a canvas.

You made to leave. “And, I’m expecting my eyes to look perfect, considering you love them so much!” You yelled back at him, before slamming the door behind you.

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For the next week, you spent every day waiting for Loki to come for you. You were suspicious of every stranger you saw, half expecting them to be the god in disguise. And yet, every night, you returned back to your bed disappointed.

Before you knew it, your wedding day had arrived.

You were awoken that morning by the smell of roasting meat. Evidently, the preparation for tonight’s feast had already begun.

“Y/N!” Sabina’s high-pitched voice called, as she ran into your room.

You rubbed at your eyes and groggily mumbled a greeting.

“Today is the day!” The maid exclaimed, throwing open your curtains. “Hurry, we have no time to waste. There is so much to do!”

You were still half asleep as she dragged you out of bed.

As you later found out, ‘we have so much to do’ really meant ‘we must transform you into an entirely different woman by this afternoon.”

After Sabina had woken you up, a trio of handmaidens had poured through your doors.

Instantly, your bath was filled and heated. Before you knew it, you were being stripped of your nightgown and shoved into the warm water. Two of the servants scrubbed at your skin whilst another massaged scented oils into your damp hair.

Once you had been cleaned and dried, every inch of your body was waxed. Whilst Sabina combed your knotty tresses, the other handmaidens polished your nails and plucked at your eyebrows. Floral scented perfume was applied to various areas of your skin.

By the time your dress arrived, you were already exhausted.

The gown was so heavy, it took all four of the girls to lift it over your head. Once it was fitted, they set to work on your hair. Your long locks were braided tightly and pinned back, before being decorated with aubrieta buds and daisies. Finally, your cheeks were powdered and your lips painted with vermillion.

When, at last, you were able to look in the mirror, you did not recognise yourself.

Your gown was elaborate. Made of the finest red silk and embroidered with gold thread, with lace sleeves that draped towards the floor.

The tight style of your hair made your facial features more clearly stand out. You took in your bright eyes, the curve of your lashes, the angle of your cheekbones.

You blinked in disbelief. You had always been told you were pretty, but it wasn’t until now that you had ever really believed it.

“Come,” Sabina said, gently taking your hand, “the ceremony is about to begin.”

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Your heart had never beat so fast in your life.

You stood before a set of large, engraved wooden doors. Once they were opened, you would be met by rows and rows of people. Noblemen and women from around Italy, families from the surrounding villages, even the castle’s servants. Hundreds of people were in attendance, all waiting to see Alessandro Amoretto’s bride, the mysterious girl who claimed to have no family, no home. They would all be judging you, you knew, as soon as you stepped through those doors.

Your eyes began to shine with tears.

You were never supposed to be standing here. You were supposed to be somewhere far, far away by now.

You mentally cursed Loki. He said he would help you escape. He had promised you. The bastard.

But then, you directed your anger towards yourself. How could you be so foolish? You weren’t friends with the man, you hardly even knew him. Of course he wasn’t going to help you. He was probably somewhere now, laughing with his friends and telling them about the human girl he had tricked.

Suddenly, music began playing.

You knew what that meant. Quickly, you wiped away your tears.

The doors opened.

As you made your way down the aisle, every head in the hall turned to look at you. You heard hushed whispers, muffled gasps of surprise.

Just look ahead. Focus.

Alessandro stood at the front of the room, staring at you intently. He wore a red tunic and knee-length boots, and his shoulder-length hair was tied at the nape of his neck. His family crest, embroidered in gold, covered his chest.

When you stepped up and took your place across from him, he winked at you.

You gave a weak smile before looking at the ground.

Standing in between the both of you was a priest, bald-headed and wearing a white robe. As he rose his arms to address the audience, the gold sashes slung across his shoulders billowed.

You did not pay attention to the words he spoke. Instead, you stared at your feet, willing away the tears that burned at your eyes.

Eventually, the priest’s eyes turned to you. “Do you, Lady Y/N, accept this man as your husband?”

“Yes,” you whispered, “I do.”

“And do you, Alessandro of the house Amoretto, take this woman as your wife?”

Alessandro smiled, his blue eyes crinkling. “Yes,” he beamed, “I do.”

“Well then,” the priest muttered, “that makes what I am about to do rather unfortunate.”

Your eyes lifted towards the priest in astonishment. Could it be?

“What do you mean by that?” Alessandro demanded.

“I am afraid that I cannot allow this young maiden to marry you.” The priest declared, his voice deepening.

At that, the audience let out a collective gasp of shock.

The priest’s plump figure began to transform before your eyes.

You couldn’t believe it. A grin broke out across your face.

Suddenly, Alessandro grabbed you. The sharp sound of a weapon being drawn echoed around the room, and you felt a blade being pressed against your throat.

“Unhand her.” Loki demanded, glaring daggers at your groom. “Now.”

“My wife will not be going anywhere with a demon like you.” Alessandro spat. “I would rather kill her myself.”

“A demon?” Loki cried, incredulous. “You are a fool, aren’t you?”

“Leave, you wicked creature!” Lord Amoretto’s voice yelled from the crowd. “Or I will have my hounds set on you!”

The god simply rolled his eyes.

Angered, Alessandro dug the edge of the blade further into your throat. You choked out in desperation.

“I told you to unhand her.” Loki growled, snapping his fingers. Suddenly, Alessandro was sent flying backwards. His sword flew from your throat and hit the floor with a clang.

“You bastard!” You choked out towards the man, rubbing at your now indented throat.

The crowd was yelling now. Some began to run towards you, anger in their eyes.

“Youdo still want to leave, don’t you?” Loki said, turning towards you.

“Yes!” You cried. “Now, if you don’t mind.”

“Just checking.” Loki grinned, grabbing your hand with his.

Then, before you knew it, you had both disappeared.

You opened your eyes.

Your surroundings were mostly dark, save for a few flickering candles.

You had no idea where you were.

Two arms were wrapped tightly around your waist. Loki’s.

You went to step away, but before you knew it, your world was spinning and you were on the ground.

“Don’t worry,” Loki said, lifting you to your feet, “it is normal to get dizzy after teleporting.”

Teleporting?

“Where are we?” You asked, brushing off your dress.

“Paris.”

“Paris?!”

“Well, technically, a village just outside Paris.” Loki clarified.

“Would you mind explaining to me what just happened?” You pleaded. “Everything is… very confusing.”

The god smirked. Something he did an awful lot, you realised.

“I just saved you. Like you wanted. I teleported us, using magic. Right now, we are standing in an abandoned cottage in France.”

You eyed the man suspiciously. “If you could just teleport me anywhere, at any time, why did you have to wait until the ceremony to do it?”

“Two reasons,” Loki answered with a grin, “first of all, I like to make a scene. It’s more fun that way. And second, I wanted to see you all dressed up. It would have been a shame to let such a lovely gown go to waste.”

“Has anybody ever told you how insufferable you are?” You huffed.

“Oh, relax,” the raven-haired man sighed, “I saved you before your wedding night, didn’t I? Be glad you weren’t made to consummate your marriage.”

You couldn’t help but blush.

Loki turned to you, a smile playing at his lips. You noticed how green his eyes looked in the candlelight.

“Do you think you might have… changed your mind?” He asked.

You tilted your head in confusion. “About what?”

“About my earlier proposition.”

“No!” You answered, whacking his arm.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, rubbing the spot where you had hit him. “I just thought you might be feeling generous…”

You rolled your eyes in his direction.

For a short while, you both sat in silence.

Eventually, Loki spoke. “I guess I better be going, then.”

“Oh.” You exclaimed. “To where?”

“Asgard. My family is probably wondering where I have been.”

“Where is this Asgard you speak of? I have never heard of it.” You queried, intrigued.

He waved a hand. “That is a rather long story.”

Silently, you wished he would take the time to tell you. You thought about the long, lonely nights and days that awaited you. It would be nice, to sit here and listen to his voice for a while.

But, to your dismay, he got up to leave.

“Will I ever see you again?” You asked.

“Maybe. It depends on whether I get bored again or not.”

You couldn’t have that be the last thing he said to you.

“Loki, wait.” You whispered.

He turned to you expectedly. “Have you reconsidered my offer?”

“No.”

“Oh.” He said, the excited glint in his eyes fading.

To his surprise, you pulled him into a hug.

“I just wanted to say, thank you.” You breathed. “You really did save me back there. Even though you hardly know me.”

Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around you. “It’s alright, really. It was actually kind of-”

“It was the nicest thing anybody has ever done for me.” You choked. Tears fell down your cheeks.

Loki’s mouth dropped. No one had ever cried about something he’d done before. Well, not happy tears, anyway. He was unsure of what to do.

“It’s okay.” He whispered, hugging you tight. “You’re safe now.”

After a minute, you let go.

“You have to leave now, I suppose.” You sniffled, straightening up.

“Right…”

You glanced at the floor, wiping at your tears with your sleeve.

“Y/N… you will see me again. I promise.”

“When? Next century?” You asked.

Loki laughed. “If you’re still alive by then.”

You let out a small smile. “Oh, I will be. Believe me.”

Softly, Loki lifted your chin up. “I don’t doubt it.” He whispered.

And then, with one final look into your eyes, the god snapped.

Just like that, he was gone.

pietro-capimagines:

Wowowowow does it feel nice to get back behind the keyboard.. Anywayyss this was requested by an anon and I’m so grateful for their idea. IF THAT ANON IS READING THIS I WOULD LIKE TO LET THEM KNOW THAT I WOULD PUT THEIR REQUEST IN THE DESCRIPTION BECAUSE THIS WAS THEIR IDEA BUT I DIDN’T WANT TO SPOIL IT. I LOVE YOU NONNIE. I might stretch this out into a couple parts because knowing me, if I try to fit this all in one fic, I’d be sitting here for hours. Without further ado, here it is. And I love you all. xoxo

Summary: You and Steve have been together for three years and a seemingly pleasant day turned sour when disaster hits the city. When having to choose between saving you or a civilian, he doesn’t choose you.. 

Warnings:It’s literally all fluff. 

MASTERLIST

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It was a Sunday morning, the warm sunlight hitting your cheek through the sheer curtains that hung in front of your bedroom window that looked down on the bustling city. The slight hum of the passing cars pulled you from your blissful sleep, and you turned over on your side to face the other sleeping body in your bed. Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting themselves the rays of light that now adorned your room. The man sleeping by your side had tossled golden hair, his full lips slightly parted. Your heart seemed to burst at the sight of him. But, it always did that. The two of you had been together for two years, almost three, and every morning when you woke up to his sleeping form, it seemed like you were falling in love with him all over again. 

You smiled shyly, placing a light kiss on his nose. His eyes moved beneath his eyelids as his drew out a long exhale. 

He hummed against his lips. “Good morning.” He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest. 

“Good morning, babe.” Your voice was muffled against his soft grey shirt, the comforting smell filling your nose. His hand moved along your back, tracing small circles with his thumb. You tilted your chin up, your soft gaze landing on his. “I know I say it enough but, I love you, Steve Rogers.” This earned a warm chuckle from him. 

“F/N, I could hear you say that all day long.” He placed a kiss on your forehead, and you proceeded to prop yourself up on your elbow, so that you were eye level with him. He watched you as your eyelashes flicked upward as your eyes locked with his. You placed a chaste kiss against his lips, cracking a smile when you pulled away. Steve gawked at you. “What? That’s it? Come on, babe. You gotta give me more than that.” 

Suddenly, Steve’s body was hovering above you as he attacked you with kisses that made the two of you erupt in laughter. 

“Steve!” You giggled as his scruff tickled your neck. His blue eyes met yours when you cupped his face and pulled him into a loving kiss. Your lips seemed to mold perfectly to his, the always blissful moment of kissing him created butterflies in your stomach. You pulled away, studying every inch of his face, almost fearful you would one day forget it. One corner of his mouth pulled into a smile as he leaned down to place another passionate kiss against your lips. You ran your fingers through his hair as you smiled against his lips. 

“Baby, I hate to ruin the mood, but I’m thinking about running down to the coffee shop for some breakfast.” You bit your lip in embarrassment. 

“Somehow, you read my mind.” He began to plant sweet kisses along your neck. “And I’m guessing you already know what I want?” 

You hummed contently as his lips made chills run down your spine. “Mhhm. But, I’ll never make it to the coffee shop if you keep this up.” You laughed, pulling him away from your neck, and placing one more sweet kiss against his lips. He rolled off of you to let you get out of bed. 

You threw on one of the outfits you frequently wore, and walked over to Steve who was still laying in bed. “I love you, and I’ll call you when I’m on my way back.” 

“I love you, too. Be safe, okay?” He furrowed his eyebrows together, and you gave him a quick kiss. With him being an Avenger and all, he was always worried for people’s safety especially yours. 

“I always am.” You gave him a wink, and Steve watched you walk out the door, that beautiful smile of yours being the last thing he saw. It seemed like a perfect Sunday. He woke up next to you, the love of his life. But, whether it would continue to be perfect? That was up for debate. 

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I hoped y’all liked it! This is merely the intro, and I’m planning for at least three more parts to this. Let me know what you think :) I love to hear feedback from you all. Just a daily reminder as well that I love you all so much and that I hope you have a fantastic day. <3 

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Wowowowow does it feel nice to get back behind the keyboard.. Anywayyss this was requested by an anon and I’m so grateful for their idea. IF THAT ANON IS READING THIS I WOULD LIKE TO LET THEM KNOW THAT I WOULD PUT THEIR REQUEST IN THE DESCRIPTION BECAUSE THIS WAS THEIR IDEA BUT I DIDN’T WANT TO SPOIL IT. I LOVE YOU NONNIE. I might stretch this out into a couple parts because knowing me, if I try to fit this all in one fic, I’d be sitting here for hours. Without further ado, here it is. And I love you all. xoxo

Summary: You and Steve have been together for three years and a seemingly pleasant day turned sour when disaster hits the city. When having to choose between saving you or a civilian, he doesn’t choose you.. 

Warnings:It’s literally all fluff. 

MASTERLIST

It was a Sunday morning, the warm sunlight hitting your cheek through the sheer curtains that hung in front of your bedroom window that looked down on the bustling city. The slight hum of the passing cars pulled you from your blissful sleep, and you turned over on your side to face the other sleeping body in your bed. Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting themselves the rays of light that now adorned your room. The man sleeping by your side had tossled golden hair, his full lips slightly parted. Your heart seemed to burst at the sight of him. But, it always did that. The two of you had been together for two years, almost three, and every morning when you woke up to his sleeping form, it seemed like you were falling in love with him all over again. 

You smiled shyly, placing a light kiss on his nose. His eyes moved beneath his eyelids as his drew out a long exhale. 

He hummed against his lips. “Good morning.” He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest. 

“Good morning, babe.” Your voice was muffled against his soft grey shirt, the comforting smell filling your nose. His hand moved along your back, tracing small circles with his thumb. You tilted your chin up, your soft gaze landing on his. “I know I say it enough but, I love you, Steve Rogers.” This earned a warm chuckle from him. 

“F/N, I could hear you say that all day long.” He placed a kiss on your forehead, and you proceeded to prop yourself up on your elbow, so that you were eye level with him. He watched you as your eyelashes flicked upward as your eyes locked with his. You placed a chaste kiss against his lips, cracking a smile when you pulled away. Steve gawked at you. “What? That’s it? Come on, babe. You gotta give me more than that.” 

Suddenly, Steve’s body was hovering above you as he attacked you with kisses that made the two of you erupt in laughter. 

“Steve!” You giggled as his scruff tickled your neck. His blue eyes met yours when you cupped his face and pulled him into a loving kiss. Your lips seemed to mold perfectly to his, the always blissful moment of kissing him created butterflies in your stomach. You pulled away, studying every inch of his face, almost fearful you would one day forget it. One corner of his mouth pulled into a smile as he leaned down to place another passionate kiss against your lips. You ran your fingers through his hair as you smiled against his lips. 

“Baby, I hate to ruin the mood, but I’m thinking about running down to the coffee shop for some breakfast.” You bit your lip in embarrassment. 

“Somehow, you read my mind.” He began to plant sweet kisses along your neck. “And I’m guessing you already know what I want?” 

You hummed contently as his lips made chills run down your spine. “Mhhm. But, I’ll never make it to the coffee shop if you keep this up.” You laughed, pulling him away from your neck, and placing one more sweet kiss against his lips. He rolled off of you to let you get out of bed. 

You threw on one of the outfits you frequently wore, and walked over to Steve who was still laying in bed. “I love you, and I’ll call you when I’m on my way back.” 

“I love you, too. Be safe, okay?” He furrowed his eyebrows together, and you gave him a quick kiss. With him being an Avenger and all, he was always worried for people’s safety especially yours. 

“I always am.” You gave him a wink, and Steve watched you walk out the door, that beautiful smile of yours being the last thing he saw. It seemed like a perfect Sunday. He woke up next to you, the love of his life. But, whether it would continue to be perfect? That was up for debate. 

I hoped y’all liked it! This is merely the intro, and I’m planning for at least three more parts to this. Let me know what you think :) I love to hear feedback from you all. Just a daily reminder as well that I love you all so much and that I hope you have a fantastic day. <3 

Reminder: If you would like to be added to the taglist for this miniseries or be placed on the permanent one, please either comment or message me and specify which list xoxo 

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Reading Day

Part 1 to The Will and The Way — Series masterlist can be found here

Summary: and so the story begins…

Pairing: OC x Thor x Loki (love triangle) (not really in this chapter yet)

Warnings: None

Despite the early hour, Asgard was far from quiet. In fact, the entire city was buzzing with an odd mix of excitement and mourning. King Odin had passed many months ago, but the love for him among his people was strong as ever. 

Still, today was a day of great importance. Asgard had been without a proper leader for far too long, the people were ready for the change that was certain to come this morning. Odin had picked up on the habits of Midgardians, and he’d been wise enough to write out what they called a will, ensuring his final wishes were set in stone, unable to be changed at the whim of any one.

He had even had an enchantress come and mark the document with a seal, a binding of its words that could not be tarnished, nor tainted by anything other than her own power.

While some citizens found this practice odd, others did not question it, given Prince Loki’s habit of slipping through the cracks and making choices for the throne on his own. To them, this was a security blanket. To him, it was a massive brick wall in the way.

“Astrid! Wake up! It is time for the royal will to be read, we must hurry.” The young girls roommate urged, pulling her out of bed by her arm, earning loud grumbles from under the covers.

“We are both a part of the royal staff, if we do not show, you know someone will scold us!” The other girl says, begging for her friend to awaken.

“No one will notice our absence. But if you are so worried of such an unlikely occurrence, go on without me.” The covered girl orders, her voice groggy with sleep. For a palace maid, Astrid had never been one for mornings. She preferred nights, where she could watch the stars in peace.

Finally, after a beat of silence, she groaned in what sounded like agony and literally rolled out of the bed, her fiery reddish hair emerging from the blanket oasis she’d been in seconds before.

“Go, go. I will just get dressed and join you.” She insists, her full lips curling into a grin as her friend hesitantly runs off to join the mornings preparations. From what they’d both been told, there would be a grand ball in the name of whichever of the princes “won” everything.

For Astrid, the competition between the two was pointless and frivolous. There were more important issues in the world than who got to call themself king. It should matter more which of them would rule Asgard with a steady and fair hand, not which looked better with a crown and a throne.

To her, the will was merely a reminder of the Kings dramatics with his sons, along with the competitive nature the two of them shared with each other.

“Besides, Prince Thor is the one with the advantage. He always had Odin’s favor really.” She thought to herself as she tied her hair back into a twist, her daily hairstyle of choice.

The only royal Astrid had ever really taken a liking to was Frigga. She had been one of the maids who spent most of their time in her wing of the castle, and she had always been a friendly, kind woman to the staff. There were even a few times that the Queen had offered Astrid and her friends favors, small things to make their jobs easier or to make their free time more enjoyable.

Astrid could remember a handful of times where Frigga had walked through the gardens with her, just to chat with someone outside her circle. Though she was never one of her ladies maids, Astrid might as well have been. The two of them were much closer than she remembered any of the other staff being with anyone, since she hardly counted those that the princes (mostly Thor) schmoozed with or seduced to be “close” to them.

In fact, Astrid had been in the room when Queen Frigga was murdered and she carried that memory with her everyday, every time she walked into the room that she had perished in. Honestly, she was surprised the king continued to use the space, but she knew better than to say anything about it.

As she looked over her plain appearance in the mirror, Astrid wondered what could possibly have the whole kingdom in such a frenzy over papers that no doubt held nothing but Thors name.

She ran down the hallway, worried about being late now that that realization had finally hit and she started a sort of jog, rounding a corner and nearly slamming directly into another.

“Oh! By the norns, I am sorry your highnesses. I should not be running in a palace, it is rude.” She scolds herself, her freckled cheeks going a light pink.

“No apologies necessary, we run through the palace all the time, it is the only way to get around in manageable time.” Thor states with an easy smile, and Astrid laughed tensely, wanting to leave the situation immediately before the harsher brother spoke up and she lost her job.

Still, Loki only eyed her up and down and let out something between a scoff and a sigh before turning and continuing on his way.

Thor gives her a small wave, the swoonworthy smile still glued to his face and making her lose track of thoughts, but he finally turns away and follows his brother, bringing her senses back and sending her racing down the hall once more, her shoes pattering on the shimmering floor loudly as she goes.

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“People of Asgard, we have gathered here today for the reading of the will of our beloved King Odin. In this will, we will learn where his assets have been placed and in turn, who the position on the thrown will be passed down to.” A royal official decrees from the balcony of the golden palace.

What seemed to be all of Asgard cheered, but the princes themselves looked less than disinterested. Loki was all but glaring down at the crowd below, staring down every last citizen, his eyes just grazing over a redheaded maid as he looked on, until his eyes reached the figure standing next to him. Thor, the figure in question, was too busy focusing on his hammer to see if it had been chipped or scratched on his way here to care what the man was saying, to which Loki rolled his eyes.

“At least pretend to pay attention brother. They may be your people soon afterall.” Loki hissed through gritted teeth, rolling his eyes again at the aloof nature of his brother.

“Lighten up Loki. It is not as though it would go to anyone else. We are both in the running, this is not a new idea.” Thor says back, leaning against the balcony, finally looking down to eye up the large crowd below. 

The crowd consisted of every citizen of Asgard, but it was still an organized group. All the regular people were in the center of it all, guards in the back in case anything dire were to happen, and palace staff at the front so they could be closest to the entrance, quick access to get in and prepare for the nights festivities to come. 

Thor’s wandering eyes landed quickly on the same redhead as Loki’s, a small grin growing at the sight of her disinterest matching his own. In a way he felt they were sort of kindred spirits, both seeing this as a boring formality. Either that, or she just didn’t care. Whichever the answer was, Thor found her bored sigh and relaxed posture amusing to say the least. 

He quickly moved his gaze from her, noticing other members of the audience for their own specific traits. Thor wasn’t the sly or mischievous brother, but he and Loki did share their keen eyes to detail, something they’d both gotten from Frigga.

Down on the ground, Astrid let out another loud sigh, waiting for it to be over. It wasn’t really that she didn’t want to see who got everything, but with the weight of the ball that came after relying heavily on the maids, she just wanted to go inside and get to work so they could all rest earlier rather than later.

The palace staff was never overworked perse, but in times of glamorous parties, they were the most imperative part of the planning in order for it to go seamlessly. Astrid took pride in the work she did, and she knew plenty other maids who could say the same.

“Enjoy the moment Astrid! It is not every day we see who the next ruler of Asgard will be! soak it in!!” Another young maid named Signe said with a giggle.

“I know I know. I just wish it was closer to the time of the ball so we could have more time to get everything ready.” She groans back, leaning against one of the many fountains surrounding the courtyard.

Her friends collectively rolled their eyes.

“We have put together much more complicated parties than this one. The worst part is hanging the banners, and I am sure some of the guards will help with that.” Her roommate Liv chimes in, making them all, including Astrid, giggle. 

Liv was the flirtiest of their bunch, and she had a knack for convincing the guards or butlers or stableboys or pretty much any man to do the harder parts for them. No one complained about it, given that the tasks usually required an annoying amount of time standing and holding things above your head for who knows how long while you waited for someone to grab it and hang it, a task no one would enjoy.

“They are supposed to protect us anyway, now they are just protecting us from overexertion too.” Liv always said with a shrug and a giggle. 

Astrid watches up above at the tall balcony, shading her eyes from the bright and warm sun. She stares as if willing the man to continue his proclamation, still waiting for the opportunity to retreat back into the castle.

As if on cue, the papers are picked back up, and he continues on.

“I, King Odin, being of sound mind and body, decree that my worldly possessions, including all monetary and physical assets be distributed as follows” He starts, stopping to turn and give Loki a glare when he scoffs at the use of Midgardian languages and practices. Loki merely shrugs as though completely innocent in response.

The announcer clears his throat and continues on. “Should my wife Frigga predecease me, A quarter of my monetary assets must be given to my eldest son Thor Odinson. Another quarter goes to my younger son Loki Odinson. The remainder shall be distributed in ways to help Asgard flourish, as well as to the heir to the throne.” He reads, and the crowd goes completely silent, confused by the lack of a named heir.

“I leave my son Thor Odinson the armour left in the royal armory, the staff I have carried as king, the Midgardian artifacts, and the power over the royal guard. He shall make an excellent leader to them all.” He states, and Thor’s face drops at the lack of a throne in his list.

“To my son Loki Odinson, I leave my gold helmet, the library of the palace, the west wing of the palace, and the throne I have sat upon to make my decrees. May he find read much wisdom while he sits in a fine chair.” Loki laughs a testy, angry sort of laugh.

The audience remains speechless, staring up in a mix of confusion and fear. Not once had any of them thought anyone other than the princes would take reign over their kingdom. Now, it looked like neither of them would.

“Finally, I leave the crown, the throne, and leadership over Asgard, as well as the palace and power over its staff to Astrid Ivarsdottir.” The man finishes, clearly having not read the will in full before now, given the look of shock on his face and the way he brought the parchment that much closer to his face.

Astrids breath hitched and her hands gripped tightly around the edges of the fountains frame. Her knuckles were going white, she was going white. Everything around her was moving in a sort of slow motion, her ears ringing loudly. 

“Who?!” Someone called out, and a chorus of others chimed in. Soon enough, the crowd was in hysterics, trying to find out who this girl was.

Meanwhile, the princes were just as anxious. Loki was livid, snarling at the man as though he’d been the one to be so cruel to the boys, and not their own father.

“How in the norns did this happen?!” He demanded, looking quite ready to strangle the poor guy.

“Loki murder is not the answer!” Thor said, pulling his brother away.

“Well then finding this girl and how she managed to convince our father to play such a cruel trick on his own sons is!” He growls back, analyzing the chaos below. 

Then, he saw her. The redhead from before, the one who ran into them both in the hall, the one who caught their eyes. The girl was pale as a sheet, staring into nothing, breathing heavy. Loki knew instantly the girl they were looking for was her. And he made sure Thor knew it too. 

“Astrid? Astrid!” Liv whispered, not wanting more attention on them. She carefully splashes Astrids back with the cool water from the fountain behind her, earning a gasp in response.

“Thanks.” Astrid mumbles, slowly returning to herself.

But when she looks back up at Liv, she sees a guards finger pointed at her. And then she sees thousands of pairs of eyes. And all of them are on her.

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary:You have been in a relationship with Steve for a while, and are reminiscing one of your favorite memories with him.

Word Count: 1558

Warnings: None. This is fluffy fluff fluff.

A/N:I hope you guys like my first imagine! Be sure to let me know what you thought of it. I know it’s kind of cheesy and corny and fluffy-poo, but I haven’t written in a while and I needed a warm-up piece, y’know? Well, anyway, I’m open to requests if you have any! Not my gif btw

You stood in the kitchen, your hair haphazardly pulled up in the sloppiest of messy buns. You were at the sink, rinsing some green beans for dinner. Music filled the room, from the tiny little Bluetooth speaker in the corner. It was Frank Sinatra, Steve’s favorite. You weren’t much into jazz until you met Steve, and he started playing it for you. Now it was almost all you listened to. You hummed along quietly, smiling as you remembered the first time Steve played this song for you.

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“Now, I know you said you don’t like jazz, but I really think you’re going to like this song.” he said, this excited grin present on his face. The two of you sat in his car, an old red convertible, in the parking lot of the restaurant you at which you just ate. The top was down, the sky was dark and clear, and your stomach was happily full of Italian food.

“If you say so,” you teased lightly, brushing some loose hair behind your ear. “But if I don’t like it, don’t be too disappointed.”

Steve just looked at you and shook his head. “You’re going to like it,” he said, determined, and pressed the play button. Soon the sounds of horns and strings filled the car, and Steve pulled out onto the street. The song, ‘April in Paris’, was beautiful, and you smiled as you listened to it. It was surprising, really, how much you liked it. You stared straight ahead, focusing on the music, but you could tell Steve was glancing over at you every few seconds to gauge whether or not you liked it.

Halfway through the song, you looked over at him and grinned. “I like it,” you said, and his face lit up like a dog getting a treat.

You started to say something else, but Steve reached over and covered your mouth with his hand. “Wait!” he cut you off as the sound of the horns slowly died. “This is the best part.” Within a moment, the horns and strings swelled back up, and Frank Sinatra’s voice rang out like church bells.

You glanced down at Steve’s hand, which was still over your mouth, and pushed it away. You stayed silent for the rest of the song, listening and thinking about this night- it was your fourth date with Steve, and you really, really liked him. He was sweet, and chivalrous, and old-fashioned, which was just adorable. And he was hot as hell, which was a nice bonus. You knew that dating a superhero would be complicated, but when it was all said and done, wasn’t every relationship at least a little complicated? You wanted to try and make it work with Steve, and it really seemed like he liked you as much as you liked him.

The song ended shortly after that, and you reached over and turned the volume down a little on the radio. “Where are we going now?” you asked, looking over at the broad-shouldered blond in the driver’s seat.

“To my favorite spot in the whole city,” Steve said, glancing over at you with this gleam in his eyes you had never seen before. Maybe it was the streetlights reflecting off of their baby blue tint, or maybe it was the stars, but you had never noticed just how beautiful his eyes were.

He drove you to the World War II Memorial, and you smiled softly as he parked the car. Of course this would be his favorite spot in the city. He opened your door for you and you walked together to the memorial. The moonlight reflecting off the water and the sounds of the fountains were calming.The World War II Memorial was right in between the Lincoln Memorial and the Washington Monument, so you felt a sense of patriotism as you and Steve walked together. You didn’t say much to him as you walked around the memorial together, but instead listened as he explained the symbolism of all the arches and the pillars, the water and the lights, and told you all the facts about this memorial he could spew off the top of his head. He didn’t seem terribly overrun with grief as he talked about World War II, but there was definitely a glimmer of sadness in his tone. You couldn’t imagine how hard it all must have been for him. You slowly reached over and grabbed his hand as you passed Indiana’s pillar, not saying anything as you pressed your two palms together and interlaced your fingers. He looked down at you and smiled.

“God, there’s just… there’s something about you, (Y/N),” he said to you, stopped and turning to face you.

Your lips quirked up into a small smile, and he took a step closer to you. “I don’t know what it is,” Steve continued, releasing your hand so he could wrap his arms around your waist. “But I’m gonna find out.” You looked into his big, blue, Star-Spangled eyes, and you knew what was about to happen next.

Your heart was racing as he leaned in, and your eyes fluttered shut as you stood on your toes, pursing your lips. That song, ‘April in Paris’, started playing in your head, that part that Steve had loved so much. Your lips were just about to touch, barely centimeters away, and-

“Daddy, look, it’s Captain America!”

A small voice interrupted your thoughts, and Steve’s actions, and you turned to see a young boy and his father jogging towards you and Steve. ‘Shit,’ you thought to yourself. ‘Moment’s over. Kiss it goodbye.’

Steve stepped away from you and wiped his hands against his pants, smiling at the little boy, who couldn’t be more than six or seven. “Gee, I’m sorry, Mr. Rogers. But my son here is a big fan of yours- could we trouble you for an picture?” The father asked, eyes darting between Steve and you.

“Of course he can,” Steve grinned, squatting down so that the little boy was just barely taller than him. “What’s your name, little guy?”

“Bryce!” Said the young boy, grinning at his hero.

“Do you want to climb on my shoulders, Bryce?”

“Yeah!”

You laughed slightly, stepping off to the side so that Bryce’s father could snap a picture with his phone. After a few minutes of taking some pictures and small talk, Bryce and his father were soon on their way, and Steve looked at you. His expression was apologetic, and you could tell he was about to say he was sorry. “Hey, look, (Y/N), I’m real-”

“Don’t be,” you shrugged it off, reaching over and grabbing his hand. “I thought it was sweet how you let them ruin our moment,” you teased, placing his hand back on your waist. Steve’s cheeks turned pink and you stood on your toes once again, assuming the position. “Now, where were we?”

Steve chuckled and pulled you closer, lifting you up off the ground just slightly. His lips soon touched yours, and it was like a thousand fireworks lit off. It was a sweet, slow, lazy kiss, and you loved it. That was night you realized you could definitely see yourself falling in love with this goofy, old-fashioned, all-American hero.

———

“Those green beans aren’t going to rinse themselves, Doll.”

“Shit!” You jumped, turning around to see Steve in the doorway of the kitchen. Your eyes grew wide, and your cheeks turned pink when he started laughing at you. “That’s not funny,” you pouted, tossing a green bean at him. “You scared me.”

Steve was still chuckling. He crossed the kitchen and wrapped one arm around your waist, holding you so that your hip was touching his. “What were you thinking about?” he asked, tucking some hair behind your ear and pressing a loving kiss to your forehead.

“Nothing,” you said spitefully, sticking your tongue out before walking over to the stove and turning it on.

“Aw, come on, bug,” he cooed, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. “It must have been pretty important to take your attention away from the beans like that.” You turned your head so that you could look at him and blew a raspberry in his face. “Now, there’s no need to be feisty,” Steve teased, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

You stirred the soup on the stovetop, trying your best to ignore him and his incessant, loving touches and kisses. “Oh, come on. I’m sorry I scared you, (Y/N). Now talk to me! I haven’t seen you in a week. What’s been on that pretty mind of yours?”

You turned so that you were facing him, and his hands were now on your lower back. “I was just thinking about you, and your stupid haircut.” You teased, smirking as you reached up and ruffled his blond locks.

He rolled his eyes, and leaned down to kiss you. “You’re a whack job sometimes, you know that?”

“I know,” you said proudly, reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck. “But I’m your whack job.”

Another Sinatra song came on through the speaker, and Steve pulled you away from the stove so that your body was touching his. He swayed with you to the song, singing softly in your ear. “Fly me to the moon…”

After the snap and losing her husband, Raven tries to settle on New Asgard with Thor and Valkyrie. But even after losing Loki twice before this time around doesn’t make it any easier. Until a variant of Loki shows up looking for her. Could this be the second chance they both need?

This the next fic in my canon Loki/Raven series. Obviously theres a big time jump from Thor (2011) to Avengers: Infinity War but this fic will tie up lose ends and cover that time jump at some point. So you will be filled in on what I have not written.

Warnings: HEAVY ANGST, HEAVY FEELS, Flashback chapter, Major character death, Murder, Blood, Gore, Violence 

Part 4

Loki

2012 (After the battle of New York)

Raven and I had used the tesseract to escape The Avengers, now on an unknown planet trying to lay low. It wasn’t The Avengers I was worried about evading. It was Thanos. He had promised that I could rule over Earth, providing I secured and delivered the tesseract. However, I had failed to overthrow Earth and Thanos would likely think I had stolen the tesseract. Unless I either kept running or could talk my way out of the situation.

After explaining the situation to Raven, I had expected her to want to leave. But she had insisted on staying with me even with the potential danger. Even with us not staying in one place too long, she just saw it as she finally could explore the galaxy, always trying to keep me thinking positively. So far, we hadn’t been found, luck had been on our side. But luck would eventually run out.

Thanos and The Black Order eventually found us on Terma, corning us in our temporary home. Raven was already on the defensive before they’d entered the house. I grabbed her by the shoulders, getting her full attention.
“Don’t try to fight them, we’re outnumbered. I will get us out of this, but if the worst does happen, I need you to run,” I warned her.
“I’m not leaving you.”

Thanos had no quarrel with her, so I was hoping she would be let go. However, if she wasn’t willing to leave me, that could put her at risk.
“You may have too, but I promise you I will follow,” I lied.
Before she could respond, the door was forced open and in stepped Thanos. I made sure to keep Raven behind me to keep her safe a few seconds more as The Black Order followed behind Thanos.

“You have something of mine, something that you stole,” Thanos declared.
“Stole it? If I hadn’t used it to escape Earth, then you never would have gotten it. Now I’ve just been keeping it safe, waiting for you to collect it,” I replied.
Thanos stepped closer, The Black Order now surrounding us.
“Is that so?” Thanos asked, “we must have just missed you on Xandar and Maveth and Aakons.”

I forced a smile, hoping there was still a slight chance I could talk our way out of this.
“That was you? Forgive me, I was under the impression it was someone else,” I chuckled nervously.
Thanos did not return my smile or seem amused. He glanced behind him at one of his lackeys before nodding. Cull Obsidian grabbed Raven by her throat and lifted her from the floor.

Raven protested, struggling in his grip. Panic filled me, but before I could conjure the tesseract, Raven used her pyrokinesis on Cull. Instead of dropping her, he threw her violently across the room. Her body landed hard, yet she still tried to get up despite the pain. Quickly I conjured as many clones as I could using them to distract Thanos and The Black Order. As the room erupted into chaos, I made my way over to Raven, hoping to get to her before they could determine I was the real Loki.

My main focus was getting her as far from here as possible, regardless of my own safety. Thanos could do whatever he wanted to me so long as he didn’t touch her. Using my magic again, I concealed myself from Thanos and The Black Order. Halfway across the room, Ebony Maw had fought off several clones now surveying the room for me. When he couldn’t find me, he turned his attention to Raven, who had now gotten to her feet.

Raven hurled another fireball at Maw, who deflected it with ease, now advancing on her. Ebony Maw lifted Raven with his telekinesis, although he started to struggle as she fought back with her own telekinetic ability. Before I had the chance to intervene, Raven was thrown in Thanos’ direction. Thanos picked her up by her throat, her legs dangling uselessly as she clawed at his giant purple hand. Quickly I revealed myself in the hopes he would release her.

“Thanos, stop. You have no quarrel with her. Please, just let her go, and the tesseract is yours,” I bargained.
My panic turned to dread as Thanos began applying pressure to her throat, Raven struggling to breathe. Quickly I conjured the tesseract, holding it out for him to take.
“Here! Take it. But please just let her go. Please,” I pleaded.
Proxima and Corvus forced me to my knees, restraining me before Ebony Maw took the tesseract from me.

Yet Thanos still did not free Raven, amused by her feeble attempts of freedom. Quickly, she was losing air. Ebony Maw checked the tesseract over to make sure it wasn’t another illusion, once satisfied, he nodded to Thanos.
“I should have known better than to trust something as important as this with a failure,” Thanos spoke, “you failed your father, your people, failed to secure Earth. And now you’ve failed to protect your wife.”
Thanos tightened his grip once more, snapping Raven’s neck with ease.

All I could do was watch in horror as Thanos dropped her limp body to the floor. Proxima and Corvus released me now, having gotten what they wanted. I scrambled over to Raven’s body, desperately using my magic to revive her in any way. Thanos and The Black Order left without another word; they’d gotten what they’d wanted. No matter what I tried, Raven still didn’t move, her eyes cold and lifeless. She was gone.

I held her close, my sobs turning to wails. Thanos was right, I’d failed to protect her and now I was truly alone. She’d been the only person to stick by my side, to see the real me. After Odin had given up on me, as well as Thor and my mother, Raven had stayed. I’d taken vows, made promises to keep her safe, keep her happy. And now they were broken because I hadn’t done enough, I hadn’t been strong enough or powerful enough.

I didn’t know how much time had passed until night arrived. My anguish had turned to rage. Thanos would pay for what he did, I would make sure of it. Stroking Raven’s hair, I knew I couldn’t stay here. But I hated the fact I had to leave her here, that I had to let her go. Removing her wedding ring, I conjured a chain and wore it around my neck. Now came the harder part.

Forcing myself to let go of her, I went outside and found an appropriate spot for a cremation. I couldn’t bear the thought of burying her and leaving her here alone, so a cremation was the next best thing. Using my magic, I conjured an appropriate funeral pyre, making small adjustments here and there. Once complete, I headed back inside, picking her up and holding her in my arms for what would be the last time. Her body had started to lose its warmth by now.

Carrying her to the pyre, I placed her down and closed her eyes. Leaning down, I kissed her forehead, unsure if I should say anything. The only thing that came to mind was ‘I’m sorry’. It felt like we’d hardly spent anytime together, our time unfairly cut short. There was so much we had wanted to do together, could have done together. My eyes filled with tears again, not just mourning the loss of her, but the loss of what could have been.

Taking one final look at her, I then lit the pyre and within a few minutes, it was engulfed in flames. Unable to watch anymore, I turned and left, ready to track down Thanos.

———————————————————————————————————–

After two missed opportunities, I changed my tactic. Instead of tracking down Thanos, I decided to track down infinity stones. Apparently two Asgardians had been spotted on Knowhere at The Collectors museum recently. Whilst there was no proof they had handed over an infinity stone, it was worth a look. If there was nothing there, I had no doubt The Collector knew where I could find more infinity stones. Where they would be, Thanos would eventually show up.

Upon my arrival, I’d used my magic to conceal myself before searching the museum. It was more of a vault than a museum. Finally, I found a red stone stored in a locked container. The reality stone. Now that I knew it was here, I just had to wait for Thanos to come for it. Conjuring a clone, I had them keep watch over the museum and they would inform me the moment Thanos arrived.

It took months before finally Thanos arrived on Knowhere. The Black Order were staying on the ship, likely searching for the locations of the remaining infinity stones. The best time to take Thanos out was now whilst he only had one of the stones, if he got anymore he would be too powerful to take on alone. I remained concealed in the museum, taking the reality stone and hiding it. In its place, I left an illusion of the stone as bait.

Heavy footsteps could be heard through the museum, Thanos talking to someone. Before I could investigate who, The Collector was thrown at one of the display cases; the glass shattering and littering the floor.
“The Power Stone. I won’t ask again,” Thanos warned.
The Collector spat out a mouthful of blood before pointing at the bait. Thanos smiled, walking to the ‘stone’.

Now was my chance. Levitating the larger, sharper shards of glass, I waited for Thanos to take the stone. His fingers passed through it before he tried once more. Visibly frustrated, he turned to interrogate the Collector further. I finally revealed myself, not giving Thanos time to react as I flung the glass shards at him. Each one embedded deep in his skin, the pain and surprise knocking him off balance. Most of the shards had hit either vital organs or arteries.

But I wasn’t going to leave him bleeding out to chance. Running to him, I conjured a dagger and came to a stop by his head. I wanted to make sure he saw me, saw who was the one to kill him. Recognition filled his eyes before pure loathing. I crouched down, so I was closer to him.
“You told me I was nothing but a failure. Failing you, failing to keep my wife safe before you took her from me,” I said, “and yet I’m now the one with the upper hand.”

Before he could reply, I stabbed him in the eye, pressing my dagger as deep as I could until it hit his brain, ending his cries of pain and his life. Relief filled me, knowing my wife’s murderer had gotten what he’d deserved at my hand. But that feeling was short-lived as an orange doorway opened a few metres from me. A handful of heavily armoured men and women stepped through, setting their sights on me. One of them stepped forward, obviously the one in charge.

“On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I hereby arrest you for crimes against the sacred timeline,” the female said firmly.
I frowned at her. Who were the Time Variance Authority? And what crimes? They couldn’t possibly mean killing Thanos.
“Oh please, I’ve practically done you all a favour by killing him,” I replied.
The female sighed as if I was being difficult before stepping closer. She smacked me hard across the face with the baton she’d been carrying, the force of the blow knocking me over.

Before I could retaliate, she put some kind of collar around my neck, and I was hauled to my feet by two of her lackeys. They dragged me through the orange portal before it closed behind us. We were no longer in The Collectors museum; I assumed this must be the Time Variance Authority’s headquarters. The female that was in charge led me through a set of double doors and past a circular desk to another set of doors.
“I am not taking another step until you answer my questions,” I growled.
She smirked and motioned to the doors, “through those doors are all the answers you need.”

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After the snap and losing her husband, Raven tries to settle on New Asgard with Thor and Valkyrie. But even after losing Loki twice before this time around doesn’t make it any easier. Until a variant of Loki shows up looking for her. Could this be the second chance they both need?

This the next fic in my canon Loki/Raven series. Obviously theres a big time jump from Thor (2011) to Avengers: Infinity War but this fic will tie up lose ends and cover that time jump at some point. So you will be filled in on what I have not written.

Warnings: HEAVY ANGST, HEAVY FEELS, Suicide plans that have now thankfully fallen through, LOKI IS HERE, Language

Chapter 3

Raven

Saturday June 24th

Thor had yet to return. But I couldn’t hold off my plans for him. In fact, him not being here made it somewhat easier. Val and I had eaten dinner, and she had insisted on doing the washing up to show her gratitude. She would likely leave in two hours and then I could prepare. Val was talking about the preparations that would need to be made come September, when the colder weather set in.
“I just want us to get a head start, so we’re not worrying about it at the last minute,” she continued.

“I know. You’re always one step ahead, like a good leader should be.”
Suddenly, Val dropped the plate she’d been holding into the sink as she spotted something outside.
“Holy shit,” she marvelled.
“What? What is it?”
“Your gonna wanna see this.”
Was Thor back? Or was it something bad? Getting up from the table, I joined her at the window.

Outside appeared to be an orange doorway, but the more shocking thing was who had emerged from that doorway. Loki. Not even bothering with shoes, I raced outside towards him. This couldn’t be real; he couldn’t be real. I had to be dreaming, or maybe I’d truly lost it and had a psychotic break. The first thing that struck me as odd was the clothing choice. Black trousers, an off-white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a striped tie.

His hair was shorter, back how it had been when he first came to Earth. When I reached him, I took his face in my hands as if to get a better look at him. He leaned into my touch, as if he hadn’t felt it in years. But something still wasn’t right, something in his eyes gave it away.
“You’re not my Loki,” I spoke.
His face fell a little, “I’m not.”

Taking my hands away, I fought back tears.
“Is this a dream?” I asked, my voice cracking.
“No, this is all real, I’m real. I just come from a different timeline.”
Bruce had mentioned time travel before, I didn’t think such a thing was possible, but this Loki was proof it was possible. The orange doorway closed behind Loki, meaning he was here to stay. There were so many questions I had, and I didn’t know where to start.

“You should probably come inside,” I mentioned.
Loki followed me back to the cottage where Valkyrie was waiting. She eyed Loki suspiciously, her arms folded across her chest.
“Do you want me to stay?” She asked.
If this Loki meant me harm, he would have likely already attacked. Loki also eyed Valkyrie with suspicion, as if he’d never met her.

“I can handle it,” I replied.
Val hesitated for a few moments before finally leaving. Sitting down at the table, I motioned for Loki to take a seat. He glanced around the cottage, a hint of disgust on his face before he sat down. Perhaps this was an earlier version of Loki, maybe sometime after we’d met. There was still a sense of arrogance about him that I hadn’t missed.

Both of us sat in silence for a few moments, neither of us unsure where to start. It made no sense; it was my husband, my best friend and yet it wasn’t. This man was a stranger.
“So now I know time travel exists, where are you from?” I asked.
“I was last on Earth after the battle of New York before the timekeepers arrested me.”
“Not the Avengers?”

Loki paused, “no.”
This was already a lot to wrap my head around. Time travel, timekeepers, another Loki. He studied me as if there was something wrong.
“You changed your hair. It’s…odd seeing it so long and with your natural colour,” he said.
Judging by the look on his face, he didn’t like it. But by the way he worded his sentence made it obvious there was another version of me from his timeline. Well, my current appearance wasn’t exactly for his benefit.

“You don’t like it?” I asked.
“That’s not what I said.”
“But it was implied. Nice to know all Loki’s are bad at hiding their real feelings.”
A silence fell over us again. Neither of us knew what to say to the other. We were both strangers to each other, both needing to get to know each other.
“Why are you here?” I asked, “if there’s so many timelines, why this one?”

Loki thought about his answer for a few moments.
“I didn’t have a say in the matter. It was up to the timekeepers, I helped them capture a few variants and they let me go,” he explained.
“Variants? As in other Loki’s?”
“Yes.”
“Do you all look the same or…?”
“Some of us look the same, but they were some that were quite different. Apparently, in one timeline, I’m an alligator.”

I couldn’t help but laugh shortly at the mental image. Loki smiled at the sound, chuckling softly.
“If you were to be any animal, I would have thought you’d be a snake,” I said, “considering how many times you used to try to prank Thor by turning into a snake.”
His smile faded at the mention of Thor, I couldn’t be sure if they had been on good terms in his timeline.
“Is he here?” Loki asked.

“No, he’s been gone a few months now, trying to undo the damage Thanos did with the rest of the Avengers.”
Loki’s expression changed, fear evident in his eyes. It made sense that this Loki was also afraid of Thanos, if he had still been through the battle of New York.
“He’s still out there?” Loki asked, clearly concerned.
“Technically yes. But in this timeline no, Thor took his head off five years ago. Now there’s this elaborate plan involving time travel to get the infinity stones and undo his damage,” I explained.

Loki seemed slightly impressed to hear Thor had been the one to take Thanos out. I had first thought that Thanos’ death would bring me some happiness, knowing my husband’s murderer had gotten what he deserved. But that feeling hadn’t lasted long, it still did nothing to fill the void.
“So, are you staying or…?” I asked.
“If that’s alright with you.”

I nodded, “yeah, that’s fine. So long as you don’t mind taking the couch.”
“Not at all, I understand.”
Thankfully, that hadn’t gone as awkwardly as I thought it would have. This situation was going to get complicated, the man before me was my husband but also wasn’t. There were feelings there, but it felt wrong to have them. Getting up from the table, I found Loki some spare pillows and blankets, making sure the couch was comfy for him.

He could always put the log fire on if he wanted to. We exchanged some slightly awkward goodnights before I went to my bedroom. Finally, all my conflicting emotions hit me at once and I sunk down to my knees on the floor, crying into my hands. I didn’t know what to do; it felt like I’d been given another chance, but it would feel wrong to take it. It would feel like some weird kind of infidelity. All I wanted was to be held by him, but that was out of the question.

Standing before my bedside cabinet, I picked up one of the pill bottles I planned on using tonight and debated my next move. I couldn’t take them now, not with him here. Putting my pills back in the drawer, I decided against taking my life. For now. I could take things one day at a time and see how things panned out between this Loki and I.

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After the snap and losing her husband, Raven tries to settle on New Asgard with Thor and Valkyrie. But even after losing Loki twice before this time around doesn’t make it any easier. Until a variant of Loki shows up looking for her. Could this be the second chance they both need?

This the next fic in my canon Loki/Raven series. Obviously theres a big time jump from Thor (2011) to Avengers: Infinity War but this fic will tie up lose ends and cover that time jump at some point. So you will be filled in on what I have not written.

Warnings: HEAVY ANGST, HEAVY FEELS, Implied self harm, Implied eating dissorder, Heavy depression themes, No Loki in this chapter, Thor has surivivors guilt and depression, Language

Chapter 2

Raven

Four years later

Whoever said time heals all wounds was a liar. Nothing had changed, the pain was still there, festering like an open wound. Thor was still refusing to come out of his cottage, wasting away in his squalor, and I had resorted to older, unhealthier coping mechanisms. The only positive was that New Asgard was mostly fully functioning now. And with it fully functioning without Thor, it probably could function without me, too. Valkyrie had proved some days she could run it by herself.

And that was why I had set a date. Saturday June 24th. I would invite Thor and Val over for dinner, spend my last night in good company, and after they left, I would end it. I’d been hording my antidepressants for a few months now. There had been the option of just cutting my wrists length ways, but I didn’t want Val to find my body like that, or anybody to have to deal with more of a clean-up than necessary.

As I washed up the cooking stuff from last night, I glanced down at the large knife in my hand. Glancing at the door, I debated about what was stopping me from ending it now. My letters were already written, I just wouldn’t get the chance to say a proper goodbye. Before I could think about it anymore, there was a knock on my door. Dropping the knife back in the sink, I dried my hands before answering the door.

Val stood outside, looking slightly annoyed. Either Thor had done something, or something had gone wrong at the docks.
“We have some visitors,” she spoke.
I frowned, we never had visitors. And that could mean anybody. But if it were a fucking ‘Avenger’ they were sure as hell going to get a piece of my mind. Not once had any of them come here to check up on Thor or myself. Not even a phone call. Some ‘friends’ they were. I know I wasn’t on the best terms with most of them, but Thor was, and he deserved better from them.

Grabbing my coat, I left the cottage with Val, who led me over to a ship. Outside, waiting for us, stood Rocket Raccoon and Bruce Banner. Only Banner was now halfway between himself and Hulk mode. The sight was odd, but he looked mostly in control of himself. That still didn’t mean I was happy to see either of them. I skipped out on the greetings; I could already tell this wasn’t a social visit.
“What do you want?” I asked, “there’s been no contact for five years and now you just show up out of the blue.”

Rocket had his arms folded across his chest, unimpressed with my tone. Bruce, on the other hand, refused to look me in the eye. He knew I was right, more so after everything we’d done for him.
“Let me guess, you’re only here because you need him for something? You don’t actually care how he’s been?” I continued.
“We might have found a way to bring everyone back.” Bruce replied.
I fell silent; I hadn’t ever thought that would be possible. And if there was a chance, I had no right to stand in the way of that.

“How?” I asked.
“It’s complicated, quantum stuff combined with time travel. If we can get the stones, we can undo what Thanos did.”
But it wouldn’t bring Loki back. His death was before the snap. I still wouldn’t get my life back. But my happiness didn’t matter when it came to millions of other people’s happiness. Now was not the time to be selfish.
“Fine. Talk to him, see how he feels about it. But if he says no, I don’t want you to keep pushing until you change his mind,” I said sternly.

Bruce nodded in agreement, and I led the way to Thor’s cottage. Knocking first, we then headed inside. Thor was awake, already drinking a beer. When Thor noticed Rocket and Bruce, his face instantly lit up, and he greeted them warmly. A part of me didn’t want Thor to go, I wanted him to stay so that I knew he would be safe. But that was just me being selfish again. Rocket and Thor made small talk before Bruce explained the situation. It sounded almost like a sales pitch, like he’d practiced what he was going to say on the way here.

Thor fell silent for a few moments, looking to me for my opinion, or maybe even my permission. I didn’t know what to say, a lot of my answers were selfish.
“Raven, you can speak freely. We are amongst friends,” Thor reassured.
“If you can bring everyone back, then do it. But I want you to be doing it because you want to, not because you feel you owe your so-called friends anything. You do this for you because maybe then it will help you heal,” I explained.

After having tried to tell Thor that Thanos winning wasn’t his fault for years and it still not getting through, perhaps if he righted his ‘wrong’, he would feel better. It wouldn’t bring back anything he or I had lost, but it was the right thing to do.
“And put aside the right thing to do for a moment. Do you want me to go?” Thor asked.
The look in his eyes told me that if I said no, he wouldn’t leave, he would stay. My eyes glassed over, and I swallowed the lump in my throat. In that moment, the love I had for my brother-in-law grew by ten times, knowing he would stay with me if I asked him too because all we had now was each other.

“Yes,” I lied, “but I want you to come back in one piece.”
Thor gently smiled; he knew I was lying but didn’t call me out on it. Instead, he pulled me in for a tight hug.
“You have my word that I will return,” he promised.
I nodded, doing my best to keep it together. Thor changed into some cleaner clothes and packed a bag before we headed for the ship. We exchanged goodbyes before Valkyrie, and I watched the ship leave.

She placed a comforting hand on my shoulder as I fought back tears.
“He’ll be back, he’s gotten out of rougher scrapes before,” she reassured me.
“I just hope whatever plan they have works and they pull it off.”
“You’ve still got me, you know. And I’m not planning on leaving anytime soon.”
“You better not.”

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President Loki is in his second year of presidency and strives for perfection in all aspects of his life, including his submissive and secretary, Raven (OC). When he becomes trapped in The Void life is difficult without his submissive until a variant of her arrives. One that is more fiesty than what he’s used too.

All three parts of this are pure porn with a hint of plot if you squint. Please leave comments and kudos if you enjoyed!

Warnings: Heavy NSFW, Smut, Sex, Rough sex, Desk sex, Rough oral sex, Blowjobs, Bondage, Hair pulling, Spanking, Language, Dirty talk, Humilitation, Degrading language, Praise kink, Shoe licking, Face fucking, Dom/Sub relationship, President Loki is a harsh dom, Possessive behaviour, Butt plugs, Sex toys, Orgasm delay, Non con themes, Very dubious consent, President Loki is a sleazy asshole, Chains, Muzzles, Gags, Restraints, Kidnapping, Oral sex, Multiple orgasms, Sexual torture, Body whorship, Blood, Choking, Hair pulling, Slight dub con, Threesome, Clones, Manipulation, Cock warming, Spit roasing, Face fucking, Overstimulation, Cum swallowing

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

After the snap and losing her husband, Raven tries to settle on New Asgard with Thor and Valkyrie. But even after losing Loki twice before this time around doesn’t make it any easier. Until a variant of Loki shows up looking for her. Could this be the second chance they both need?

This the next fic in my canon Loki/Raven series. Obviously theres a big time jump from Thor (2011) to Avengers: Infinity War but this fic will tie up lose ends and cover that time jump at some point. So you will be filled in on what I have not written.

Warnings: HEAVY ANGST, HEAVY FEELS, Implied self harm, Implied eating dissorder, Heavy depression themes, No Loki in this chapter, Thor has surivivors guilt and depression 

Chapter 1

Raven

After a year of being settled into New Asgard, Thor still barely left his cottage. Not that I could blame him, I understood he was grieving in his own way. But his people needed to see him, needed to know he was coping…somewhat. They couldn’t keep looking to Valkyrie or myself for leadership. I wasn’t cut out for it, even if I had been queen once before.

But this was different, these people were rebuilding their entire lives on a planet they weren’t familiar with. And I didn’t know how much longer I could keep their spirits up. If I was failing to look after myself, how could I look after anybody else? Valkyrie was the only one who was keeping it together, going above and beyond to help everyone.

Losing Loki was something I was used too or at least I thought I had been. I mean, it’s not like he hadn’t faked his death twice before. At first, I had expected him to walk through the door with a stupid smirk on his face, claiming it was another elaborate joke. But after six months, it became clear he wasn’t coming back from this one. I was alone once more.

The nights were difficult, eating dinner alone, going to bed alone. The silence was awful. But the lack of human contact was the worst. I longed to be held again, to be comforted. It felt like I was stuck in some sort of limbo, unsure of my next step, just existing and trying to make it through each day.

Loki would have been bored here at first, it was just a small fishing village after all. But eventually I believed he would have settled; Thor and Loki would have helped their people rebuild in no time at all.

And maybe then we could have started our own family, something we’d talked about a few times before. Thor would have made a wonderful uncle, and Loki would have been a better father than Odin and Laufey combined. But all those hopes for the future were gone now, as was my husband.

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Valkyrie and I stood by the docks as the latest shipment was unloaded. Valkyrie was handed a box that was addressed to Thor. A few more were eventually placed beside her.
“You want a hand with those?” I asked.
“Sure.”
Grabbing what I could carry, Valkyrie, and I set off to Thor’s cottage.
“So, he’s discovered Amazon Prime,” I spoke.
“Yeah, Korg introduced him to it, there are packages every week.”

That probably meant there were a lot of unnecessary purchases. We reached the cottage, and Valkyrie paused outside.
“You can just leave them outside and I’ll grab them in a sec,” Valkyrie said.
I frowned softly, I’d carried them all this way, I could carry them inside. It had been a while since I’d seen Thor anyway, so it couldn’t hurt to poke my head in and say hello at the very least.
“Its fine, I’ve carried them this far,” I replied.

Valkyrie seemed hesitant to let me inside, as if hiding something.
“Val, what’s going on?” I asked.
“It’s just neither of you have really been around each other since we got here. Everyone kinda assumed you don’t want to talk or something.”
She was right; I hadn’t been over to see or talk to Thor, and he hadn’t been over to do the same. To everyone else, it would look like we were avoiding each other.

“I guess we’ve just been so focused on our own grief that we haven’t thought of what the other person is going through,” I explained.
“You don’t have to go in if you’re not up to it.”
“I can’t keep avoiding it, either.”
“Okay. Well, just brace yourself.”
It couldn’t be that bad. Valkyrie opened the door and led me inside. The first thing I noticed was the lack of natural light. The curtains were all closed, and the only light source was from the TV.

The second thing I noticed was the smell. A mixture of takeout food, beer and body odour. The place was littered with takeout wrappers, empty bottles of alcohol and dirty clothes. Korg and Miek were on the couch, Korg had a gaming controller in his hand whilst Miek ate from a box of cheez-its. There was no sign of Thor, though. Korg looked up and smiled kindly.
“Good morning, ladies. The big man isn’t up yet, but I can get him if he’s needed,” Korg greeted.

Glancing at the clock, I noted it was 11:42 and Thor was still asleep.
“Yeah, thanks Korg,” Valkyrie replied.
Korg paused his game and got up, heading deeper into the cottage. Valkyrie and I put the parcels down but didn’t take a seat whilst we waited. The more time that passed, the more I wanted to back out of here and the situation. After ten minutes, Korg returned to the living room.
“Just give him five minutes to sort himself out,” Korg explained.
Well, I suppose that was better than him refusing to get out of bed or saying he didn’t want to see me.

“I’ll make some coffee,” I suggested.
Before anybody could reply, I escaped to the kitchen. The kitchen was just as bad as the living room. More takeout wrappers, the trash can was overflowing, and the sink was filled with dirty dishes. After turning the kettle on, I searched the cupboards for a few clean mugs. There were only two, so I started washing up some of the dirty ones. I was all too familiar with this mess; I’d gone through it before. Now I’d just gotten better at hiding my depression, I suppose I had too when so many people were depending on me. If they saw me fall apart, they would lose hope.

I didn’t get to sit around and wallow in my self-pity all day; I had to be on the high functioning end of the spectrum. But Thor probably hadn’t experienced such despair before, and this was just easiest for him. I had to be gentle and understanding with him. As I made everyone but myself a mug of coffee, that’s when Thor finally appeared. And this year had not been kind to him. His hair was longer, dirty and unkempt, as was his beard. He’d gained a lot of weight, his stomach much rounder and fuller. He was wearing loose, comfortable clothes.

Thor forced a smile when he saw me, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He pulled me in for a hug, which I gladly accepted. For a few moments we just held each other, this was probably the most physical human contact either of us had had in months.
“It’s good to see you,” he spoke softly.
I nodded in agreement before we pulled away. Thor grabbed a mug of coffee before we sat at the kitchen table together.
“How have you been?” He asked.
I gave a soft shrug, my feelings didn’t matter right now, “coping. You?”

Thor studied me for a few seconds, as if trying to decide how to answer my question.
“You’ve done something with your hair. It’s longer than before. Looks like it could do with some hair dye too, although I don’t mind your natural hair colour.”
Gently I lifted a section to my eyeline, noticing just how much the brunette colour had grown out. And combined with the remaining purple, it looked like a weird ombre. Most days, I avoided looking in the mirror, not worrying about my appearance anymore.
“You’re looking thinner too,” Thor grabbed a pizza box, offering me a slice of cold leftovers, “eat.”

The mere sight of food made me feel nauseous. I only really ate now at dinner; I was too busy in the day to stop for lunch and normally woke up too late to have breakfast. I politely declined his offer. Thor shrugged and took a bite from the cold slice.
“Thor, how are you?” I asked again.
“Me? Oh, I’m fine,” he said, his voice wavering slightly.
Gently, I placed my hand over his, noticing how he avoided my gaze.

“It’s okay if you’re not fine,” I said softly, “considering everything you’ve been through. I’m here if you want to talk about it.”
Thor paused. I knew, considering who his father had been, it must be hard for him to open up and be vulnerable. But he needed to if he wanted to heal.
“I just miss having him around, you know. I would have thought after going through this twice before that the third time would be easy. But this time he really is gone. First my mother, then father. Then I lost my hammer and my home and now Loki’s gone too. Everything I had is gone, Father was wrong to think I was ever worthy.”

Tears streaked his cheeks, and he quickly wiped them away with his free hand.
“And all of this, the way the world is now, that’s all on me,” he continued.
“How? How is any of this your fault?”
Thor scoffed, slipping his hand out from under mine, obviously frustrated.
“I failed to kill Thanos. Because of my stupidity, half the population is gone…I couldn’t even protect my brother from him. What good am I?” He explained.
Thor was visibly angry, but I knew it was more at himself than me. He was beating himself up for something he couldn’t have helped.

Thanos had been stronger than all of us combined, it hadn’t been anybody’s fault. We’d tried everything we could have. Now we had to mourn our losses before trying to rebuild.
“You’re still the king that these people need. If you were truly a failure, then none of those people out there would be alive,” I reminded him.
“Their home is gone because of me. I’m not a king, I’m not fit or worthy to lead those people. You don’t need my help to lead, you’re doing great.”

Biting down on my tongue, I held back from telling him the truth, from telling him how I was close to my breaking point. This wasn’t about me; this was about him. And snapping at him for saying the wrong thing wouldn’t help the situation. But there was also only so much I could do or say to him. And it was clear anything I said was falling on deaf ears. I couldn’t make Thor believe me; I couldn’t change him in a day.

And I think I was done trying for today, I didn’t want this to escalate and then I said something that would undo any progress. Taking a calming breath, I forced a hint of a smile.
“And I need to get back to them, I promised to help down at the docks,” I excused.
Thor’s face dropped slightly to hear I was leaving so soon.
“I can come back tomorrow?” I suggested.
“Of course.”

We shared another embrace before we headed to the living room. Val had waited for me, offering a smile when she saw us. Goodbyes were exchanged before Val and I left.
“How did it go?” She asked.
“As I expected, not great. He’s blaming himself for everything, including things that were always out of his control.”
“Kinda sounds familiar.”

Side eyeing her, I ignored her comment. Thor was different, he hadn’t been through anything like this before and didn’t know how to process and deal with these emotions, unlike myself.
“I said I’d visit him again tomorrow; thought I could clean up the kitchen. Living like that will not help him,” I replied, changing the subject.
“I don’t even want to think how bad his bedroom looks.”
“Or the bathroom.”

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Now stuck in The Void, President Loki is surprised to find Raven has variants of her own. (This Raven is from the canon timeline)

All three parts of this are pure porn with a hint of plot if you squint. Please leave comments and kudos if you enjoyed!

Warnings:Heavy NSFW, Slight dub con, Smut, Sex, Threesome, Clones, Manipulation, Oral sex, Cock warming, Dirty talk, Degradation, Praise kink, Spit roasing, Face fucking, Blowjobs, Multiple orgasms, Overstimulation, Cum swallowing, Choking

Part 3

Raven

The President variant had been keeping me captive for a month now, it was getting harder to resist his advances now. It felt wrong to be giving into a man who, whilst mirrored my husband physically, was not the man I had grown to love. Although they did share some more unsavoury personality traits. It felt wrong to give into him, but he knew me inside out, he knew exactly what to do and say to get what he wanted from me. And every time I tried to resist him; he found a new way to make me cave in.

Last night he’d edged me for two hours straight just so I would beg for his cock, so I would beg him to let me cum. Slowly but surely, he was trying to mould me into the Raven from his timeline. Into the perfect submissive. He just hadn’t expected me to be so mouthy and that’s what bothered him most, that I would still try to resist him, that I wouldn’t just give in instantly like he was so used to.

He led me down the hall to his ‘office’. Although it was just a large room with mismatched office furniture and tattered curtains, rugs and cushions. I suppose it was the best he could do in The Void. He’d ‘granted the luxury’ of letting me wear clothes through the halls, not wanting his men to see ‘what should be for his eyes only’. When he wasn’t with me, I’d be confined to his bedroom in whatever lingerie he conjured for me to wear.

Opening the door, he gave me a small shove inside before locking the door behind him, meaning he had something planned, as he didn’t want us to be disturbed. Standing behind me, he placed his hands on my shoulders and kissed at my neck.
“Your always so tense, pet. I would have thought you would have learnt to loosen up by now,” he spoke.
“Or is it you wish I wasn’t being so difficult anymore?” I replied.
“It would be much more enjoyable for both of us if you didn’t try to fight me every time.”
“I don’t know how many times I need to tell you, but you’re not my husband.”

“I’m well aware, pet. And I still don’t understand what’s so good about him compared to me.”
“Are you sure you want me to tell you? I wouldn’t want to bruise your sensitive ego.”
He chuckled, wrapping his hand around my throat, which only proved my point.
“A trait I’m sure I share with your husband,” he taunted, “now tell me. I’m intrigued by this lesser version of myself.”
This was the first time he’d shown any kind of interest or even allowed me to talk about him. Anytime I had mentioned my Loki before, I would be muzzled as a form of punishment.

“He’s unlike anyone I’d ever met before. He never cared about my past and the things I’d done, he didn’t see me as something that immediately needed fixing or broken beyond repair. And yet with him I feel a sense of peace that’s not achievable on my own. He only ever wanted me to be happy and safe, even if he didn’t always go about it in the best way. But I’d never met anyone as a caring, or kind or charming as him, someone who was as good at listening as him. I’d never been as happy as when I was with him,” I explained.
The more I spoke about him, the more I realized just how much I missed him. I didn’t understand why he hadn’t found me yet. The President variant ran his fingers through my hair as if to offer comfort.

He turned me to face him, looking down at me with a look of pity. For a moment I thought I had maybe gotten through to him, that he had a heart after all. And maybe, just maybe, he would consider letting me go.
“He sounds like a complete pansy. I can see why he fell for you, you’re clearly the man in the relationship.”
Scowling at him, I tried to step back out of his grasp, but he only pulled me closer, so my chest was pressed to his.

“I wasn’t finished, pet. Don’t make me reconsider this…gift. Whilst I cannot and will not bring a lesser version here, I can make a clone in his image.”
“Why? Why would you do that? Is it some kind of mind game you want to play?”
“Not quite. No matter what I try, you still insist on trying and failing to resist me. So, I’m hoping by giving you a part of what you want will get you to relax a little more.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him, of course he had a hidden agenda. Anything ‘nice’ that came from him was going to be held over my head and used against me later.

Before I could protest further, I felt a familiar set of lips across my neck. Closing my eyes, I once again fought internally with what was right and wrong. The clone placed its hands on my hips but not in a possessive manner like the President variant. This touch was kinder, softer.
“It’s alright, darling. I’m here now. Everything’s going to be okay,” the clone whispered in my ear.
I wanted to believe his words even if I knew they were lies which seemed fitting, considering who they were coming from. Maybe just this once I could go along with it.

The clone continued to kiss at my neck, a slight desperation in them as if he needed me, as if he’d missed me. Desire ran through me, and I needed more. Turning to face him, I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of my husband. Even if it wasn’t real, I could just pretend for a little while. Loki cupped my cheek before leaning down to kiss me slowly, savouring the feel of my lips against his. My body immediately felt at ease, melting into the kiss, and the small voice of resistance in my head was silenced.
“Let me show you how much I’ve missed you,” Loki murmured.

Before I could respond, he pressed his lips to mine again, his fingers threading through my hair. I heard The President step away, although I knew he would still be lurking nearby. No way he was going to just sit back and watch without some kind of involvement. The clone wrapped an arm around my waist to pull me flush against him as he deepened the kiss. His tongue worked against mine, groaning softly against my lips. He kissed me until I was breathless, the heat between my legs now a dull ache.

Loki unzipped my dress, letting the green silk pool at my feet. His hungry gaze swept across my body before he was on me again. Picking me up, he wrapped my legs around his waist before carrying me further into the room.
“I need to taste you again,” he insisted.
He placed me down onto The President’s lap who had been sitting on the chaise lounge. The President locked an arm around my waist in case I tried to wriggle away.
“Don’t forget about me, pet. I expect you to show me how grateful you are for your gift,” he smirked.

Of course, he did, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at his words. The clone placed a firm hand on my thigh to get my attention. Meeting his gaze, I noticed the slight disappointment across his features.
“Darling, you know better than to be so defiant. This variant has taken you in, giving you a roof over your head, clothed you and fed you when such things are difficult here. He could have left you out there, alone. Is that what you would have wanted?” Loki asked.
“But-“

“But nothing. Keeping your rescuer happy is in your best interest, otherwise he may throw you out after all. And there are much worse things out there that he wouldn’t be able to protect you from.”
What he was saying made sense. The President Variant had kept me safe from Alioth, and there is the possibility I could have been found by worse variants. I was never hungry or cold here.
“Show your gracious host some gratitude,” Loki continued.
I was still a little hesitant. And both of them could sense this.

Loki grasped my chin, that look of disappointment returning.
“What if I found you? Do you think I would want you if I knew you had taken a lover, no less another version of me?” He asked.
Dread filled me at the thought, my Loki probably wouldn’t want me if he knew. He’d be too hurt, too angry to listen to reason. He’d leave me here, alone. Loki released me and I looked at The President over my shoulder.
“…thank you,” I said hesitantly.
Leaning in closer, I pressed my lips to his. The President smiled into the kiss, his hand wrapping around my throat.

“You can show me how thankful you are by keeping my cock warm,” he smirked.
The clone pulled my panties off before adjusting me so The President could free his hard cock. Pulling me down onto him, we both moaned at the feeling of him filling me. Loki smiled at the sight before spreading my legs and diving between them eagerly. He lapped at my clit, groaning hungrily at my taste. We all knew how skilled Loki’s tongue was, but to be filled with his cock at the same time brought the pleasure to a whole new level.

I was unable to hold back my moans and whimpers as the clone alternated between licking and sucking my clit. The President kept a possessive hand around my throat, whispering words of encouragement in my ear.
“Such a good girl. I can already feel your walls clenching around my cock, pet. And you’re already dripping, I bet he can taste it,” he said.
The clone groaned hungrily again in response.

One of my hands tangled in the clone’s hair to pull him even closer whilst the free one gripped The President’s arm.
“Are you going to cum, pet? Cum, cum around my cock and on his face. I want to feel it,” The President continued.
The pleasure was building faster than I could keep up, and soon enough I was tipped over the edge. My orgasm hit me hard, my head thrown back against The President’s shoulder, my nails digging into his arm as I cried out my release. The clone worked me through every wave, holding my legs still.

“Fuck, you feel so good cumming around me, pet,” The President growled in my ear, “I want you to do it again.”
The clone hadn’t stopped once now, working me into overstimulation. His grip tightened on my legs as I trembled against his tongue. The President held me still by my neck, kissing my cheek.
“Come on, pet, I know you’ve got a few more in you,” he encouraged.
In the short time I’d been here, I knew this was The President’s favourite game to play with me. Seeing how many times he could make me cum before, I was either begging or crying for him.

Just to be cruel, his hips bucked against mine, earning another pathetic whimper from me. Thankfully, the pain soon gave way to pleasure.
“Now, pet, how should the two of us have you? Perhaps your dearest husband could fill your ass whilst I continue to enjoy your cunt. Or would you prefer it the other way around?” The President listed.
I struggled to form an answer, only able to moan and gasp as the pleasure built once more.
“Or maybe you’d prefer him to watch as I make you scream for me,” he continued.

With a few more flicks of the clone’s tongue, I reached my second orgasm, moaning their name over and over like a prayer. The President growled low in my ear as my walls clenched around his cock again. His self-control was impressive, I would have thought…or maybe I wanted him to seek his own pleasure by now. My body jerked as I worked to the point of overstimulation a second time, but both of them continued to hold me still, their grip becoming bruising. Tears pricked at my eyes as I let out yet another pathetic whimper. I didn’t know how much more I could take until I was sobbing. Just a few seconds to rest would have been greatly appreciated.

“One more, pet. You can handle one more, can’t you?” The President asked, a challenge clear in his voice.
Not wanting to disappoint him or the clone, I nodded weakly. The President chuckled, kissing across my jawline.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised.
The overstimulation began to fade until it was replaced with pleasure, my body relaxing against The Presidents. He released my throat, now tracing my lips with his fingers. Acting on pure instinct and need, I took his fingers in my mouth, sucking the two digits.

“Oh, I know exactly how we should have you now, pet. I’ve been dying to claim your throat,” he determined.
I moaned around his fingers before he retracted them with a short laugh. It wasn’t much longer until the clone pushed me over the edge a third time; the orgasm leaving me limp and breathless. But finally, the clone pulled away and allowed me to come down from my high. But not for long. The clone of my husband picked me up and carried me over to the desk. Putting me down, he kissed across my neck and up to my lips.

I accepted the kiss eagerly as he fumbled to open the trousers of his robes. He pressed the thick head of his cock against my wet entrance, coating himself in my juices. Even after I had been filled only minutes ago, I still ached for it. Loki pushed into me, groaning as he sunk every inch of his cock into me. He paused once he was buried to the hilt, leaning down to capture my lips with his once more. The kisses were hungrier, needier as he threaded his fingers through my hair.
“You’ve been such a good girl for us,” the clone whispered against my lips.

My heart swelled at the praise; my mind was desperate to continue to please them. Loki clasped my neck, turning my head to look at The President and holding me there. The President watched us, smirking softly at the display. Yet he remained on the chaise lounge, although his glistening cock showed no signs of losing its hardness. Meeting his gaze, I pleaded with my eyes for him to join us. But it wasn’t good enough. He wanted me to beg for it verbally.
“Please…sir,” I asked.

Thankfully, that was good enough for him as he got to his feet and approached. My head hung off the end of the desk, the clone grasping my hips as he started a fast pace. The President stood before me, his cock inches from my mouth. Grasping himself at the base of his cock, he traced my lips with the head, smearing my juices across them. My tongue darted out, tasting myself. Pulling back a little, his cock was now just out of reach of my open, waiting mouth. I couldn’t help the desperate whine that escaped my throat.
“So desperate to clean my cock. Or are you more desperate to taste yourself off it?” He taunted.

I tried to coax him in, reaching out for him with my tongue, but it was still just out of reach. At this point I didn’t care if I was allowed to cum again, I just wanted him in my mouth. The clone snapped his hips against mine, forcing a moan from me. The President’s smirk had grown wider.
“There’s my cock hungry whore,” he marvelled.
“P-please, sir.”
His smirk turned to a triumphant grin at his victory, and at last he pushed his cock into my mouth. It was easier to take him without gagging as much in this position.

The President only stopped when my lips were at the base of his cock, the head making my throat bulge. He groaned at the tightness, gently stroking across my throat as he enjoyed the sight for a few moments. The President fucked my throat, matching the clone’s pace. All I could do was lie there and be used by both of them, give up control to them. The clone wrapped my legs around his waist, his touch and pace more tender than The Presidents.

I moaned around The President’s cock as the clone reached between my legs to rub my clit.
“If you like being filled with two cocks this much, pet, then perhaps next time I’ll have all your holes filled. And I’ll make sure to claim your ass as it’s the only thing left that doesn’t yet belong to me,” The President spoke.
I could only moan in response, my fourth orgasm building quickly. Within seconds I was cumming, my cries muffled by the cock down my throat. My nails dug into my palms as they found no purchase in the smooth oak beneath me.

The next to cum was the clone, his grip tightened on my hips as he groaned my name and the warmth of his seed filled me. And finally, The President gave one final hard thrust down my throat before cumming with a guttural growl, riding out the shock waves of his orgasm against my face. Swallowing his seed, I was glad to be able to catch my breath as he pulled out. The clone had since vanished, although the evidence he’d been there was currently leaking out of me and onto the desk.

The President smiled down at me, cupping my cheek and stroking my hair with his free hand.
“See, it’s not so bad when you submit to me, is it?” He asked, the question clearly rhetorical.
Unable to form words just yet, I gently shook my head. It wasn’t bad at all.

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Now stuck in The Void, President Loki is surprised to find Raven has variants of her own. (This Raven is from the canon timeline)

All three parts of this are pure porn with a hint of plot if you squint. Please leave comments and kudos if you enjoyed!

Warnings:Heavy NSFW, Non con themes, Very dubious consent, Smut, Sex, Bondage, President Loki is a sleazy asshole, Chains, Muzzles, Gags, Restraints, Kidnapping, Dirty talk, Praise kink, Oral sex, Multiple orgasms, Sexual torture, Body whorship, Blood, Choking, Hair pulling

Part 2

President Loki

Time seemed to pass differently in the void, not that time mattered anymore. The main thing here was avoiding Alioth in order to stay alive. In the time I’d been here, however, I had appointed myself as leader and gained a band of loyal followers. Who else better than me to rule? I had prior experience, so it made perfect sense. I had tried many times to escape this hell, to find a way to return to my own timeline, but it didn’t seem possible anymore. I was doomed to reside here until I died.

There were other Loki’s here, three that I knew of. There was an unspoken agreement to stay away from each other, not that any of them were a threat. I would eliminate the competition for my throne soon enough, one of them would eventually try to stab me in the back. We were Loki’s; it was in our nature.

It was another uneventful morning, and it was getting more difficult to find ways to entertain myself. There still wasn’t much to rule over, few people to order around. I just had it sit around and wait. Wait for my scouts to report back with more land to conquer or more people to recruit. If they came back. A lot of them had already been killed by Alioth.

The door to my ‘office’ opened and one of my most trusted men entered. He knelt first, out of respect.
“Mr. President, one of the scouts found something that we thought might be of interest to you. A woman’s been found unconscious, purple hair, black clothes.”
Purple hair. I remember Raven had mentioned during her younger, more rebellious stage that she’d dyed her hair purple. Could it be her? Or perhaps another her from another timeline? Would she know who I was? Only one way to find out.

After a assembling a small team of men, we headed out, taking one of the larger vehicles. I had to admit; I was a mixture of nervous and excited. Excited to see her again, but nervous that it wouldn’t be my Raven. Although I’m sure I could work with whoever was waiting for me. Reaching the scouts’ location, I climbed out of the back of the van. And there, sprawled out in the grass, was Raven. But not my Raven.

Her hair was shorter, shoulder length, and dyed purple. Her makeup was darker, her lipstick shade matching her hair. But the most striking thing was her attire. She wore a black hooded top piece with a black feathered corset which accentuated her body in all the right places; the outfit was completed with black leather trousers and boots. Slowly, she came round, her eyes opening. She glanced around before her gaze settled on me, recognition flashing across her features.

“Loki?” She questioned.
So, I did exist in her timeline. And perhaps I could make that work to my advantage. Going to her, I offered her my hand to help her up, which she took. Gently, I cupped her cheek, noticing how she leaned into my touch.
“You’ll make a perfect replacement, pet. I’ve been dying for a blow-“
Raven cut me off as she struck me hard across the face. Obviously, this one was a lot feistier than what I was used to. No matter, I’d tamed her before, I could do it again. Whether that took days or weeks was up to her.

Raven continued to cuss me out, but I wasn’t listening, I was busy thinking of all the ways I was going to break her. Quickly, she realized I wasn’t listening and slapped me again. On her finger I spotted sight of a wedding ring. It didn’t take me long to put the pieces together. Her Loki must be pathetic if he let her get away with speaking like that. Conjuring a clone behind her, she was quickly restrained with Asgardian cuffs that would stop her from using any of her abilities. Raven struggled against the clone, demanding to be let go. Frankly, she’d done enough talking. Conjuring a muzzle to match her restraints, I secured it across her mouth to silence her.

If looks could kill, her glare would end my existence here and now. Even with the muzzle, she still tried to talk, the sounds muffled.
“What was that, pet? I can’t quite hear you around the gag.” I taunted.
Hoisting her over my shoulder, I carried her with ease back to the van despite her struggle. Her petite frame and height of 5’3’ was practically nothing to carry. Once inside, I placed her down and took my seat before pulling her down onto my lap. I adjusted her so she could feel just how hard I was for her. Raven shot me another signature glare as I snaked an arm around her waist to keep her still.

During the journey back, I gently ground my hips against hers for some much-needed friction. Raven refused to meet my gaze, but I bet she was wet just from feeling how hard I was for her. One hand worked its way up her spine, to the nape of her neck, before grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling back gently.
“Don’t worry, pet. We’ll work on getting to know each other a lot better soon enough,” I sneered.

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Raven had spent the night chained in the basement, hopefully it would make her lose some of that attitude. If not, I’m sure I could find other methods. Opening the door to the basement, I flicked the light switch on before locking the door behind me. I wanted to make sure that we wouldn’t be interrupted. Raven squinted as the lights turned on, her vision slowly adjusting. Her wrists were bound above her head with a gold chain, and I had used my magic to give her a much more appealing outfit. She was practically gift wrapped for me.

The lingerie I had chosen was a green and black basque that had small gold snakes sewn across the green lace with matching crotchless panties and black stockings. My hands were already itching to get a hold of her.
“I’m sure you have a lot of questions, as do I. I’d be more than happy to answer them for you,” I said, “but let’s start with the basics, you are in a place we called the void thanks to the timekeepers. And you’re lucky I was the one that came across you, otherwise I don’t think you would have lasted very long against Alioth.”
“My main question is, when do I get out of here?” She asked.
“That entirely depends on you, pet. When you surrender yourself to me, only then will I let you out of your bonds.”

Raven was visibly unhappy with my answer, tugging at the restraints in the hopes they would give.
“I will never give myself to you,” Raven spat, “and when my Loki finds me-“
“If he finds you. Which I doubt. Which leads me to my first question. You recognised me; does he look like me?”
“Yes.”
Circling her, I came to a stop behind her, now admiring her from behind. Threading my fingers through her hair, I pulled her head back a little.
“In every way?” I smirked.

She tried to shake her head free of my grasp, but I tightened my grip to hold her still, my lips ghosting over the shell of her ear.
“I bet I do. But something tells me that despite our similarities, I’m the superior Loki.”
“Just because you happen to be a president in your timeline? My Loki was a king.”
“Was? So, it didn’t last long then?” I chuckled, releasing her, before coming to face her again, “why settle for a lesser version when you can have me?”
“You said I would make a perfect replacement, does that mean that I exist in your timeline?”
“You do. You weren’t just my secretary; you were my submissive.”

Pursing her lips, Raven seemed to now regret having asked. Raven flinched away from me as I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Which means I know your body better than you do,” I continued.
My hand wrapped around her throat in a possessive manner, making sure she held still and couldn’t try to shift away from me anymore. Leaning in, my lips were now inches from hers and it was taking a lot of willpower not to kiss her.
“I know all the right spots that will make you surrender to me. I know all the different ways I can have you dripping for me.”

Raven let out a soft, shaky breath, refusing to meet my gaze, and there was now a hint of tension between us. She could deny it all she wanted, but I knew I was starting to break down that hard exterior.
“I already told you, I won’t surrender to you,” Raven spat.
“You will. Willingly too. Because I don’t just know your body better than you. But your mind too. I know that you crave my touch, that my touch is the only one you trust considering your past. So, you can continue to deny yourself, pet, but we both know you’ll cave even if it takes hours.”
The tension reached new heights and I couldn’t hold myself back anymore, kissing her hard. Her sound of protest was ignored, making her resort to biting me. Pulling back, I could feel blood seeping from the small wound.

The little bitch even looked proud of herself for causing me injury, which only gave me more incentive to make her regret it. Smirking, I wiped away the blood.
“I’m going to enjoy breaking you, pet,” I said.
Removing my suit jacket, I draped it over the back of a chair before rolling my sleeves up. Raven tensed, readying herself for my next move. As much as I wanted to skip the foreplay and sink my cock into her, I knew I had to be patient in order to get what I wanted in the long run.

Standing behind her again, I pressed my body against hers as I gently kissed across her neck. Whilst she tensed further, there was no mistaking the sharp intake of breath as my lips made contact with her flesh. Smirking against her, I ghosted my fingertips down her side before resting my hand on her hip.
“For someone so determined to resist me, you aren’t saying no to me anymore,” I taunted.
“You’ve already made it clear you wouldn’t listen, anyway.”
“True. I’m sure I’ll have you begging for me soon enough.”

I nipped at her neck, sucking a purple mark into her pale skin to claim her as mine. Raven made a barely audible sound before biting down on her lip. My hand slid lower, unclasping her stockings.
“As good as you look in this, pet, I’m eager to see what’s beneath it again,” I said whilst unhooking the back of her lingerie.
I placed a kiss on the top of her spine before coming back round to face her. Untying the straps on the basque, I then pulled it from her.

My cock gave an eager throb at the sight of her body, something that would soon be mine. Once she gave in, she would be easy enough to train. I kissed a trail from her collar to her breasts, teasing her nipples with my tongue until they formed hardened peaks. A faint whine escaped Raven’s lips, her cheeks flushed with arousal and shame.
“Why fight your desires? We both know you want this, give in and your obedience shall be rewarded,” I bargained.
She remained silent, scowling at me in an attempt to hide her true emotions. But the cracks had already formed, it would be a matter of time before she crumbled.

My patience had worn thin, it had been forever since I had felt proper human contact, since I had felt the softness and warmth of her skin. And my right hand really was nothing compared to her. Reaching between her legs, I was pleasantly surprised to find her wet.
“I told you I know your body better than you do, pet. You’re already so wet and I’ve hardly done a thing,” I grinned.
She averted her gaze, refusing to look at me in a final act of defiance. Using my magic, I corrected her mistake and forced her to look at me.
“Ah ah ah, I want to see the look in your eyes when I make you cum, pet.”

Now that she was unable to look away or close her eyes, I rubbed her clit in gentle circles, wanting to tease her first. Raven’s lips pressed into a thin line, determined to stay quiet if nothing else. My cock ached and my mouth watered for her, my self-control slipping again as I kissed at her neck hungrily.
“I can’t wait to feel you on my cock,” I growled, “to hear you scream my name.”
Raven gasped as I sucked another mark into her neck, claiming her further. Increasing the pressure on her clit, I also sped up the pace, determined to make her cum.

Her cheeks turned from pink to red as she struggled to keep her breathing even. But despite her efforts, a soft moan soon tore free.
“That’s a good girl,” I praised.
With just a hint of praise, Raven seemed to relax a little, but I knew there was still a way to go.
“Don’t hold back, pet. It’s only us here, nobody else will hear you,” I encouraged her.
I coaxed another soft moan from her, her body relaxing further into my touch. Her thighs trembled as I edged her closer to her first orgasm.

My other hand wrapped around her slender throat, applying slight pressure.
“Cum for me,” I purred.
Unable to hold back her orgasm any longer, Raven let out a soft whimper before freeing her bottom lip and cursing aloud. My cock twitched again at the sight of her, at her moans as I worked her through every wave. Releasing her neck, I stroked across her cheek.
“Such a good girl for me.”
Using my magic to further my advantage, I kissed her again, as she was unable to fight back.

I took my time, still working her clit. Raven gasped against my lips at the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“You have no idea how long I’ve needed this, needed you,” I murmured.
Finally, I released her clit, bringing my fingers to my mouth to taste her. Just a hint of her taste had my mouth watering for more. Raven had no choice to watch as I cleaned my fingers of her juices and there was no mistaking the arousal in her eyes. She wanted more, but was still too stubborn to ask for it. Not that it mattered, I already planned to give her so much more.

“You want to cum again. Don’t you, pet?” I asked.
I released my hold over her, Raven now free to blink and move her head again. She didn’t deny my question, but she also didn’t answer. She likely felt shame for cumming for another man that wasn’t her husband, yet looked like him in every single way. I kissed a trail from her neck to her ear.
“I know you want it, want me. I know you’re too stubborn to ask and that’s fine, pet. Because I plan on making you cum until you can’t take it anymore. And once you’re nothing but a crying, whimpering mess for me, only then will I fuck you and truly make you mine.”

I expected a fiery response from her, but she stayed silent, refusing to meet my gaze. At least I had worked through her defiant, stubborn streak. This was progress, and that’s what mattered. And I’m sure I could get her to loosen her tongue again soon enough. Perhaps she’d even beg for my cock by the time I was finished eating her cunt. Lowering myself to my knees, I kissed across her thighs, working my way inwards. Surprisingly, she didn’t struggle even as I hoisted her legs over my shoulders, so the backs of her thighs rested on them.

My tongue delved between her folds, lapping at her wetness hungrily. Gripping her hips to keep her still, my tongue worked its way up to her clit. Raven’s breaths were ragged as I caressed the small bundle of nerves. I couldn’t help but groan at her taste, I’d missed being between her legs. My cock was painful hard and leaking, I didn’t know how much longer I could wait. I worked her clit harder, determined to make her cum quicker. Raven whined, still desperately trying to hold back her sounds of pleasure.

But it was no use as I forced her second orgasm from her, her moans and cries filling the room. I didn’t stop or slow down for a second, keeping to my earlier promise. She bucked against me as overstimulation set in, whimpering, but not once did she tell me to stop. Slowly but surely, I was winning her over. Her overstimulation quickly turned to pleasure again before she was cumming a third time.

I forced orgasm after orgasm from her, lapping up every drop of her juices. Raven was unable to stifle her sounds anymore, moaning for me without a hint of resistance. It wasn’t until her seventh orgasm that she was shaking for me, and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer until I could have her in the way I craved.
“L-Loki,” she whimpered, “please.”
Grinning, I continued, determined to force one more from her. Quickly Raven tumbled over the edge, crying out my name.

Finally, I ceased the torturous pleasure, getting to my feet to admire her quivering form. Tears rolled down her cheeks, yet her eyes begged for more. Her legs struggled to keep her up, the chains around her wrists being the only thing keeping her upright. Fisting her hair, I forced my tongue into her mouth so she could taste herself. She accepted the kiss, moaning softly into it. Gently, I held her chin between my thumb and forefinger. Even after turning her into a mess, I knew she was still desperate to have me inside of her.
“You’ve done so well, pet. But I think you’ve got one more left in you. After all, we haven’t gotten to the best part yet,” I spoke.
“I-“
“You don’t want to disappoint me now, do you, pet?”

The last of Raven’s defiance had been snuffed out, her walls completely broken down.
“Please,” she pleaded.
“Please what?” I smirked, wanting to hear her say it.
“Please…fuck me.”
“Such a cock hungry slut even after you swore you wouldn’t surrender to me. Does it still ache between your legs even after I’ve made you cum eight times? Do you need me to fill you in the way only I can?”
There was a moment’s hesitation from her before she swallowed her pride and nodded. Smirking, I used my magic to free her from her chains. I caught her before she could collapse to the floor, letting her rest her weight on me.

Picking her up with ease, I carried her over to the chair I had draped my jacket over earlier. Sitting down, I positioned her so she was straddling my lap before using my magic to recuff her wrists behind her back. Working open my belt and trousers, I freed my aching cock before pushing into her with ease from how wet she was. Both of us moaned loud at the much-needed contact, my fingers digging into her hips hard enough that she would likely have marks later.
“This perfect cunt is mine,” I growled.

My hips bucked against hers as I lifted her up and down on to my cock. Raven let me use her, moaning as I fucked her harder. She had no idea how good she looked like this, her back arched slightly as her breasts bounced from the quick pace, her eyes shut in pure pleasure as I forced more moans and gasps from her. The sight was one to savour.
“You always did look your best when you’re filled with my cock,” I grunted.
Leaning forward, I left more purple marks across her flesh as my own pleasure continued to build.

It wasn’t long before Raven’s ninth orgasm began to build, her walls starting to tighten as her moans became louder and frequent. And quickly she was dragging me under with her, but I needed her to cum again first.
“Cum for me,” I ordered.
Within seconds, Raven’s body tensed as she cried out my name and her walls clenched around my cock. The sound of my name coming from her lips was what tipped me over the edge. With one final hard thrust and a loud guttural groan, I filled her with my seed and truly claimed her as mine.

Raven went limp against me, and I wrapped my arms around her, kissing at her neck and shoulder lazily. Eventually, I found the strength to lift her off me, our combined fluids now staining the front of my trousers. It would likely be a little while before Raven could move again. Perhaps if her defiant side didn’t make another reappearance, I would allow her to stay in my own room. But if it did appear, I’m sure I could find other ways to earn her submission.

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₊˚. Aggie Got’s You ₊˚.

Request - hello! hope you’re doing well, I was wondering if you could do an Agatha Harkness x reader where reader has just been feeling down a lot lately, anxious with work and stress, maybe some headaches etc. and Agatha comforts them and reassures them that everything’s gonna be alright? thank you sm<3

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Pouring yourself another cup of coffee for the fifth time, you look at your watch to check the time. “Ugh it’s 9 pm and I’m not finished with half of my reports” You groan while massaging your temples.

Being a teacher who is the first in and the last out of work was difficult. You have been teaching at Westveiws college for almost three years and you have never felt so tired as a teacher ever. The only time you get to go home early to see your wife is when you’re finished with work, marking papers, and even the last-minute meeting. But going home early has become a whole misty dream that left Agath worried.

“Where is she? She is usually home a lot earlier” Your wife mutters under her breath, eating dinner alone for the seventh time this week. “Señor Scratchy, it looks like one of those nights in front of the Tv eating dinner with each other” Agatha picks the floppy ear rabbit up and gets comfortable on the couch with her dinner plate in her lap.

“If Y/n returns home she’ll find her food in the microwave like always” The blue-eyed woman huffs and switches through channels.

It was past midnight when you returned, the lights were out and the windows were closed. Agatha must have already gone to bed by the looks of it, you thought to yourself while quietly entering through the front door making sure to make no noise to wake the purple witch.

You took your shoes off and gently placed them down onto the wooden floor, you hung your coat up on the coat hanger and tippy-toed your way into the main living area to find the television on and Señor Scratchy snuggled up in his cage.

“Oh, Agatha” Your heart could have sworn it fell in love again once you found your magical lover sleeping on the couch in her pyjamas. You couldn’t help but feel guilty to see her there clearly waiting for you to get home to shower you with endless cuddles, words of affirmation, and love that could kill a child.

You turn the television off, tuck Agatha in her blanket, and pressed a simple but loving kiss on top of her forehead. “Sleep well, my purple heaven” You whisper, carefully moving around making sure not to wake her.

Walking into the kitchen, you shake your head at the unwashed dishes, but what is a witch without magic? With a simple swish of your hand here and there, the whole kitchen was clean in complete silents, you soon realised that dinner was in the microwave so you heat your food and quickly disapparate upstairs.

You shower and throw on a matching set of pyjamas. You teleport back down to the kitchen and enjoy the delicious food Agatha had the heart to cook for you, you were reading and enjoying your food to notice your yawning wife rubbing her eyes.

“Finally you’re home” She yawned out of her lips. “Oh, my love go back to sleep” You try ushering the dark magic witch out of the kitchen but she just pouts and throws herself into your arms.

“Mmm, not without you” She muffles into your chest. “I’ll clean up this mess and I’ll be with you in just a bit” You kiss the top of her head but notice purple magic cleaning up the mess, causing you to chuckle.

“Okay, you win” You carry her and yourself to bed.

“You smell like coffee” Agatha yawns out of her throat while pulling you close to her chest. “Well, coffee is free at work so I gotta take the advantage” You giggle, holding her and taking in her gentle scent.

“You’re staying home tomorrow” Agatha whispers but you were long into dreamland to hear what your wife said.

Once your alarm clock started to go off, Agatha flicked a small purple ball of energy and broke it. “Eh we can always fix it,” She said, cuddling closer to your sleeping form.

“Ugh, I gotta call into the school” Agatha lightly rolls over and grabs the telephone on the bedside table making sure not to wake you. She brings her voice to a whisper and dialled the front office number.

“Hi, it’s Mrs Harkness calling in for Y/n Harkness. Unfortenly Mrs Harkness has a cold, I wouldn’t want her to spread her cold to any fellow staff members or to her students. She wouldn’t be coming in today or tomorrow, thank you and please have a lovely day” Agatha hangs up the phone and goes back to cuddling you.

“You are all mine today, Mi Amour” She cheerfully mumbles against your hair, leaving greedy little kisses on top of your head.

The older witch giggles to herself before falling fast asleep once again with her overworked wife in her arms.

The morning sun peeked through the blinds, shining down into your eyes, causing you to wake. Agatha’s warmth was gone and so was she. You rolled over and-where the hell is my clock? You thought to yourself.

Rubbing your eyes, you soon realise that you are late to work. Your eyes widen. “Aggie!! I’m going to be late to work” You sit up but instantly regret it as a massive headache throws a whole ass party, forcing you to throw your head back down onto your pillow.

“Hmm?” Agatha pushes the bedroom door open with a tray. “You’re not going to work today or tomorrow, I called in for you and said that are not feeling well” Your hard to hate wife places the tray down and peppers kisses all over your face.

“By that headache, I would say I was right. Since I was right, don’t you think I deserve a kiss or even more?” Her devilish grin tells you what ‘more’ is without asking.

You smile up at her blue pricing eyes. “Get me some water and paracetamol and I’ll give you more” You almost laugh once you notice the glint in her eyes and how fast Agatha ran just to get what you need.

You smile at the food she cooked for you. A small fruit bowl, your favourite juice, and even toast with your favourite toppings. You loved this woman and she knew it.

By the time she returned her smirk was hard to hide while you ate a strawberry. Agatha pushed the tray aside and watched as you took your paracetamol and water real slow.

“Hurry up” The brunette took the almost empty glass out of your hand and pins you down while beginning to leave small kisses on your neck.

“Aggie I haven’t had breakfast yet” You laugh, wrapping your arms around her waist. “Oh, Aggie’s got that all under control, dear” The older witch reassures you before suffocating your laugh with a passionate kiss.