i am ready loki

Across the Divide

TITLE: Across The Divide


AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki sneaking out of the palace as a youth to see the city and countryside, while out one day, he accidentally gets in trouble for something, but a young girl deals with the situation, allowing him to be left alone and his true identity be kept secret. She is a poor girl who is only in the city to sell goods with her father, so she does not realise it is Loki, even though she sees his face. They form a friendship as she shows him around the city, and tells him the date she comes to the city every month for a particular market.

RATING: Teen and Up

Loki rationalised to himself that something could have arisen, Ariella could have been ill, her father could have been ill, there could have been issues that required them elsewhere that day, anything. It was not as though she could write to him or send a message for him, so if she was in no way able to get there, it was not as though there was a manner to tell him so. That was all that got him through the month to the next market. When it came around, he rushed through the streets almost frantically to their usual spot, he waited again, and once more, she did not arrive. A weight sank in his stomach, heavier and heavier it got every time he thought of the commoner girl, which was incessantly. His mood darkened as he walked around the palace after the second trip to the market without her showing. He began to pay less heed to his studies, he pulled back from training, and his family realised something was amiss with him. Frigga tried at length to get it out of him what irked him so, and after a period, Thor too began. When nothing they did bore any results, even Odin got involved, but none could figure out what had upset Loki so.

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kjs-s  asked:

Hi congratulation on 5000 followers. For the drabble game could i please ask for this quote "Illusion is needed to disguise the emptiness within." from 9x17 with Loki? Thank you

“’Tis good to have you back, brother,” Thor said as he clasped Loki’s shoulder.  “It is wonderful to see you’ve put things behind you.”

“I am ready to get back to the way things were,” Loki murmured as he looked at himself in the mirror.

He had been fitted for his armor as you were sharpening his sword, and you could see his reflection as he stared blankly at himself.

“We should celebrate tonight!” Thor proclaimed.  “Jane is here.  We could all go find you a woman to invest your time into this evening.”

And still, you watched his dead glance unwaver.

Until Thor turned around and he unleashed a different sort of look.

You watched the fake smile crawl across his face as he agreed to plans, and you watched as he engaged in conversation you knew he didn’t want to have.  You set his shined and sharpened sword aside as you side-stepped the men talking, and when you glanced up at the Prince you never would have dared to look at before, his eyes connected with yours as the truth flashed behind his eyes.

That dead, empty stare.

Your heart leapt out for him…for the empty state he had to cover up.  You wondered if it was for the people around him, or more for himself.  You stared at him as he held your gaze, and it caught Thor’s attention as he slowly turned around and saw your face.

And he smiled as an idea crawled through his mind.

“Lady Y/N,” Thor began, “do you have plans for this evening?”

Your gaze didn’t peel away from Loki’s as you cleared your throat lightly.

“No, my Prince.  Not at this moment.”

“Then you shall join us for the celebration tonight!” Thor proclaims as he slaps Loki’s back.  “My brother needs someone to accompany him.”

It was then that you broke eye contact and turned your gaze to Thor.

“It would be my pleasure,” you said as you bowed lowly.

“Then it’s settled!” Thor thunders before laughing in triumph. 

And when you raised back up, your eyes locked with Loki’s once again.

“I shall see you tonight, my Prince,” you said lowly.

And his dead stare flashed ever so lightly before you turned and walked away.

anonymous asked:

I love your take on Loki's time in the Void, and it made me curious about this scenario: Loki in Thanos' "care", being tortured and broken down to suit the Titan's needs. Despite the increasing certitude that no one will listen, he still cries out for Thor, for Odin. And one day, one of them/both actually come for him.

between the essence and the descent, 1.4k, warnings for (relatively) mild torture

There was a saying spoken by fools: where there’s life, there is hope. Loki was beginning to think it should be amended to where there is life, there is pain. At least that seemed to be his truth now - his only truth.

What do you want from me? He demanded, to no answer. What are you waiting for? in between screams as they tore open his mind, his body, let him heal only to do it again. And their leader, looking down on him and saying not yet. You aren’t ready yet.

I am, Loki lied. I am ready, let me go.

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Brother, Please

Just a little Thorki one-shot. :) Enjoyyy!!! [SMUT WARNING contains masturbation] 

Loki stared at his brother from across the table. His eyes travelled along Thor’s face, his jaw as he chewed his dinner. Loki looked down over his arms, regarding Thor’s strong muscles through his armour, and bit his tongue to keep from licking his lips. After a second, and a few chuckles with Frigga and Fandral, Thor turned, and caught Loki staring at him. Loki quickly looked down at his plate, silently praying that Thor couldn’t see the deep blush forming on his cheeks.

He hadn’t the slightest idea why he was feeling this way- it confused him, maybe even frightened him a little. The only time he got feelings like this were when a radiant beauty from another realm came to visit, and that ended the same way every time- them falling into bed with him.

But lately, Loki was beginning to look at Thor differently. He wasn’t his brother… he wasn’t his friend, surely… he didn’t really know what he was to him, to be honest. But he couldn’t help imagining the most obscene situations whenever he looked at the strongly built god, and it forced him away from Thor. Everyone thought it was hate; jealousy, betrayal. But it was more than that. He was uneasy about the feeling he got: lust.

Loki got up quickly, almost spilling his nearly drained wine glass in the process. He steadies the glass, and excused himself with a short bow. Thor watched after him thoughtfully, taking another sip of ale.

Loki entered his chambers, feeling angry at himself and angry at Thor. He didn’t know why he felt angry at Thor- there was no legitimate reason why he should be. Maybe the feeling was more… frustration. Loki closed his eyes as he pressed his back against the cold door, and strode forward, locking it. He peered out at the stars, the bifrost off in the distance. The waterfalls of the palace were just underneath, and the view was truly breathtaking.

Usually Loki enjoyed standing out on the balcony, just observing the realm in solitude. But tonight he was in no mood- tonight, he was in the mood for something else.

With a flick of his wrist, the curtains were closed, moons shining through and illuminating the room. Loki eased himself back onto the large bed, over top the green and black sheets. He squirmed a little, feeling the familiar tingling down in his pants, and sighed as he took them off. Soon, he was completely naked, armor strewn across the floor. He found it hard to believe that he was reduced to this, pleasuring himself, when he could have any woman he wanted. 

But he didn’t want them. He wanted someone else. 

He regarded his erection, and imagined Thor looking at it.

“Brother, you’re huge,” he imagined him saying.

Loki moaned a little as he took himself into his hands, stroking slowly up and down. He imagined Thor’s strong, calloused hands pumping up and down, taking special care of Loki’s twitching member.

 “So hard under my touch,” he would say.

Loki clenched his teeth as he began to move a little faster, getting a rhythm going as his length throbbed in his hands. He imagined Thor thrusting into him, gently at first, then like the savage Loki knew he was.

So tight, Brother,” Thor would hiss as Loki clenched, “Are you sure you can fit all of me?” He would chuckle.

Loki threw his head back, the thought absolutely arousing him. He continued to pump, imagining Thor begin to build up to a climax inside of him.

Prepare yourself,” he would say, “I am ready.

Loki moaned as he felt his own climax build within him, pretending his own slender fingers were Thor’s tight grip. “Thor…” he whispered, jerking himself now, “Oh Thor, yes…”

He let out a small pant as his pumping became more sporadic, and felt his cock begin to twitch. He instinctively thrust into his hand, thinking of Thor all the while.

“Yes Thor,” he groaned softly, “Just like that!” He felt the pressure of an orgasm build inside of him, and he imagined Thor’s gruff voice panting Loki’s name as he came inside of him.

“Thor!” Loki gasped as he came forcefully, gushing into his palm and over the sheets in front of him. He kept coming, unable to stop yet as he thought of Thor’s naked body on top of him, thrusting still….

When he finally came down from the high, he let out a breath as he stared around his dark room. He could only wish, and yearn by himself for his brother’s heated touch…

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and Loki just about jumped.

“Y-yes?” Loki stammered confusedly, pulling sheets over himself. The maid surely wasn’t about at this time of night! Usually, though, he didn’t bother to cover up in front of them- he didn’t know why he felt so vulnerable tonight.

He looked up, and saw Thor’s face at his slightly ajar door. “Brother?” Thor asked, eyebrows knit. Loki swallowed. “W-what is it?” Thor cleared his throat.

“At dinner, tonight. You looked… troubled. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” Loki pursed his lips. “I… I’m fine Thor. You may leave now.” Thor’s eyes descended down to Loki’s bare chest, and raised an eyebrow in inquiry. Loki hugged the sheets higher, and squirmed a little.

“Are you sure?” Thor asked, coming in a little further and shutting the door. Loki tensed a little, and Thor advanced, coming dangerously close to the bed. “Th-Thor… what are you doing?” “What I know you want me to, brother,” he whispered, sitting down beside him, “I heard you moaning my name, loud and clear, as I walked the hallway.” Loki’s breath caught, and he almost pulled away in surprise as Thor ran a hand across his pale cheek.

“Am I correct in my assumptions, Loki? Am I right in believing you want me in this way?” Thor asked softly, and Loki nodded with a whimper. Thor started to inch the covers down bit by bit, and Loki’s toes curled in anticipation.

When the sheets finally left his newly-throbbing member, he sucked in a breath. Thor eyed it, licking his lips slowly. “All for me?” he mumbled, stroking Loki’s hair and gradually moving his fingers down Loki’s torso. Loki gasped as Thor grazed the tip of his cock, and closed his eyes in strain.

“I want it, Thor,” he whispered, grabbing the back of Thor’s head. “Allow me to satisfy your needs then, brother,” Thor answered, pressing his lips passionately against Loki’s.

I Love to Hate You

TITLE: I Love To Hate You

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Thirteen

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki and you dislike each other, but you are forced into an arranged marriage and as time goes by, it barely gets better. It seems to be a marriage that will hardly be amiable but certain events causes Loki to be the husband you never thought he could be.


NOTE: Remember this story? Wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t, I could not retrieve it from my old laptop so I had to wait for inspiration to work on it again, here is some, enjoy.  

Alexandra sighed as the warm water surrounded her as her body sank into the bath tub, in the four months since her parents had died and she and Loki had taken the throne, there were very few issues, bar the usual expected teething issues, and the baby continued to grow well and safe.

Mikhail’s accusations and comments were met with open hostility by most every member of the court, some outright asking the new royals if they wanted him whipped and imprisoned for treason. Both agreed the shock of the suggestion, and the banning of him and his sons from the Privy Council was punishment enough, for now. Should he continue to act as he was, perhaps that was an option.

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Stronghold- Steve x Reader x Loki     Ch. 6

A huge thank you to @hymnofthevalkyries for being my Beta on this series! You are the best Momma V!


-Over all: emotional and mental abuse, violence, anxiety and nightmares. There will be fluff eventually, I promise. :)

-For this chapter: I don’t think there is anything new in this chapter but let me know if I’ve missed something.

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

She took a deep, shaky breath as she tried to calm herself down. The ground shook when Thor landed outside the facility and (Y/N) sighed, knowing he would be in the room in minutes.

 Steve clenched his jaw and his eyes darted from the window to the door. They could hear Thor’s boots like boulders stomping down the hallway. He burst through the door and practically ripped it off its hinges.

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My Prince...Part 5

(Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Epilogue)

Taking a look at yourself in the mirror, finally dropping the spell you had cast earlier to cover up your body, you take a deep breath as relief overcomes you, dropping to your knees as you begin to pant for breath.

You hadn’t realized exactly how much energy was being expended in order to cover your scars.

Picking yourself up off of the floor, you take in your true form in the mirror, your skin slightly paled from the morning of exertion…your sunken in eyes even more prominent with the loss of calories that it took to fool even the greatest of seidrs this morning.

I can’t go to lunch looking this way.

Sighing, you close your eyes and mutter under your breath, sucking in a sharp bout of air as the spell vibrates back up, your body…for a split second…buckling under the exhaustion as you catch yourself on the corner of your vanity.


Hearing Sif behind you as she puts her arms up under yours, she steadies you to your feet as she looks at you with concerned eyes.

“Are you alright?” she asks, her eyes searching yours.

“I forgot to eat breakfast,” you lie, rolling your eyes as you try to brush it off.

“Well, then let us feast on a big lunch!” Sif exclaims, holding her arms out to you to aid in the steadying of your body, “After all, I have many questions.”

“As long as I am returned to get ready and accompany Loki to dinner at 5, you can have me as long as you wish,” you say, smiling at her as she flashes you a happily surprised shock.

“So you are staying after all!” she exclaims, excitement in her voice as the two of you start down the hall.

“Yep, you’re stuck with me for a little while longer,” you say, winking playfully at her as you turn the corner in to the eating quarters, your mouth salivating with the smells of chilled fruits and warmed sandwiches.


“So, how much of the stories are true?” Sif asks with a mouthful of cucumber sandwich.

“How about you break down the story and I will confirm or deny,” you say, your eyes widening as a light chuckle escapes your lips at the abrupt start to the conversation.

“Alright.  Well, is it true that, since your family has been taken from you, that you will transform in a couple of months on your 29th birthday?”

Nodding your head as you take a sip of cider, Sif asks the all-looming question: “Does Loki know?”

Casting your gaze downward, you swallow hard, your eyes giving away your answer as Sif reaches out and grabs your hand.

“You need to tell him,” she implores.

“He will get rid of me if he finds out,” you whimper.

“He will find out either way.  It is best if it comes from you, my friend.”

“That’s what Mrs. Frigga said…”

After a brief moment of silence, Sif continues to throw questions your way.

“So, how many guardians are there exactly?”

“9 for each of the realms, and then 1 that overlooks them all.  Each guardian has a particular color that defines them, so to speak.  Like Thor with his red and Loki with his green.  The guardian that overlooks them all…that one is white,” you finish, your gaze thrown behind Sif as another chef brings out a plate of fruits.

“So, which are you?” she asks as she grabs an apple.

Sighing as you close your eyes, you pinch the bridge of your nose as she squeals.

You’re white!?”

“Sif!” you whisper harshly, picking up a roll as you toss it at her face, “Keep it down,” you mutter between clenched teeth.

“Y/N, you are the most powerful being in the galaxy,” she emphasizes, leaning forward on her hands as if whispering you a secret.

“Yeah, thanks for the reminder,” you mutter, leaning back in your chair as you pop a cherry into your mouth.

“Has there ever been a woman guardian?  All of the stories reference men,” Sif inquires as she picks at a slice of watermelon.

“No.  I will be the first,” you admit.

As Sif shakes her head and laughs incredulously, a smile plays across your cheeks as the realization of your life finally sinks in.  “It’s a bit…much…isn’t it?”

“Yes.  Yes it is,” Sif concurs, her giggles growing into laughter.

“Oh, my god…Sif, stop!” you yelp, holding your stomach as you lean over and put your forehead to the table.

“It’s just so outlandish!” Sif yells, her body curling in to itself as the laughter starts to hurt her abs.

“Little ol’ me!” you exclaim, lobbing back into your chair as your guffawing gives way to silent laughter.

“Oh, my stomach!” she roars.

“Oh, god,” you breathe, tears streaming down your face, both from hilarity and fear.

Wiping your tears away as the laughter finally dies down, your reddened face of hilarity finally gives way to a pale face of uncertainty.

“The story about the fighter…is it true?”

You had a feeling she would hone in on that part.

“You mean where a warrior is designated to fight alongside a guardian in glorious battle until the day that guardian passes?” you ask mockingly, rolling your eyes as you flop back into your seat and cross your legs.

“Yes,” you say as you watch Sif’s eyes light up, “But there is a detail of that story that is left out.”

“Oh?” Sif asks, her eyebrows raised.

“Yes.  A guardian doesn’t just get a warrior, a guardian can also designate a healer.”

“A healer…” she drifts off.

“Yes.  Someone to come in to battle with the guardian and the guardian’s warrior and heal their wounds…and, sometimes, fight for their lives on the battlefield, or during whatever torrential war might be waged at that particular moment in time.”

As a moment of silence once again falls between the two of you, you find yourself wanting to reach for another sandwich, but second-guess yourself by wanting to keep your facade spell a secret…

Even from Sif.

“Well, how does one go about picking a warrior?” Sif asks, her eyes studying you as you raise your gaze to hers.

“It is, first and foremost, based on trust.  If a guardian comes to trust someone with their life, then that is usually the first person that is asked.  It is not necessary to have the skills to fight before a guardian picks you.  Those are given during the warrior’s own transformation,” you say as you take another sip of your drink.

“And…if a particular friend were to, say, express interest in the roll…” she says, drifting off.

“Then it would be much accepted,” you say as a smile crosses your face.

Hearing Sif squeal, she reaches for your hands across the table as your face becomes stern.

“Under one condition,” you say.

“Anything, my friend,” Sif responds.

“You are to be the future Allmother of this kingdom, and an addition like this to a position such as that is not to be taken lightly,” you say, squeezing her hands.  “Talk it over with Thor.  If Thor is on board, then so am I.”

“As you wish, my friend,” she says, standing up as she helps you to your feet to embrace you in a hug.

“For I will always protect my best friend,” you whisper in to her ear.

“And I, you,” Sif returns the sentiment.

And as you hold her close in the middle of the grand eating quarters, your eyes gaze out at the sun, clocking its position as a sigh emanates from between your lips.

“I must be off to make myself presentable for dinner,” you say, breaking the embrace and taking Sif’s hands in yours.

“Do me a favor?  Let me know when you have informed Thor.  That will let me know when to talk with Loki.  Because once Thor knows…”

“It’s only a matter of time before he says something,” Sif finishes your sentiment.

“Exactly,” you whisper, a weak smile crossing your face as Sif continues to study you.

“You care for him, do you not?” she asks.

“I haven’t quite sorted out how I feel about any of this,” you sigh.

“All I know,” you start, “Is that even as I close my eyes, I thank my stars that I am here, and not there,” you say, nodding out towards the realms.

“Then that is a start,” Sif says, embracing you in one last hug before starting with you back to your room.

the selfie girls. i am obssessed.

of course thor is a good sport about avengers fans, very cute

what is that thing with one of them bumping into loki???

  1. is he invisible?
  2. does he have some kind of a notice-me-not charm on him that however doesn’t work so great when she actually bumps into him?
  3. is he visible but the girls don’t care/notice at first because they’re only looking at thor and it doesn’t occur to them a supervillain might be strolling along with thor?

frankly i am so ready for thor and loki to work together and just BE together that it would be a downgrade if it was “only” loki invisibly stalking thor

A Warrior’s Life

TITLE: A Warrior’s Life

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Fifty-Four

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Viking Loki coming to your village, raiding, and pillaging, before deciding there is something about you that intrigues him and deciding to take you back to Asgard with him. There, you are forced to learn a new life and language, and though you hate what has happened to you, you learn that Loki is not as bad as you think.

RATING: Mature

Ásvaldr stared at the carnage around him, the river flowed red and the bodies of the countrymen who betrayed him lay in rows beside it as he surveyed the scene from the saddle of his horse, shocked at both the efficiency and brutality the Aesir had shown against them. “This is partly why I fought so ardently for peace with Asgard.” He commented as Volstagg and another warrior pulled a deceased Svartal man from the banks of the water, readying him to be burned. “We were never a match for you, in any manner.”

“It is a great pity that not all of your land ever realised how astute you had been to note such.” Loki sighed, watching from his own horse. “Come, we are preparing for a homecoming feast for those who were away, since the attack had hindered such before now; so let us return to the village.” Without another word, they turned their horses and went back to Loki’s home.

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Power & Control - Part Six

TITLE: Power & Control


AUTHOR: writerlivinginadarkworld

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re the new girl at the office. Everyone is friendly - except for one person. The CEO Mr. Laufeyson seems to have an aversion to you. He barely…


NOTES/WARNINGS: Sickness, Sweet Loki, Fluff, and Cuteness. No smut in this part. Next part will definitely have some celebratory smut for sure. Only one person has caught onto the plot, let’s see if anyone else does. ;)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five


I woke up when I felt Loki moving beside me. His arm was draped over my bare body and he was holding me close. I would have smiled if I hadn’t felt like complete crap.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Loki said kissing my cheek.

I groan, “Good morning.” I whisper shutting my eyes again.

“What is wrong, love?” He questioned once I shut my eyes again.

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