if it's not clear for you: by mistake i mean trusting loki

Elevator Therapy

By: Lia C

A/N: I also wrote a story for this confession http://naughtylokiconfessions.tumblr.com/post/79721224981/i-dreamt-that-i-was-stuck-in-an-elevator-with-loki

            You and Loki walk through the long corridor; it was 10 pm and you were both only just leaving Stark Towers were you were both assigned to do paperwork. Much to Loki’s annoyance, Director Fury didn’t trust Loki enough yet to send him on missions despite Thor ensuring his “rehabilitation.”

            You, on the other hand, didn’t get how being “one of the best and brightest S.H.I.E.L.D. agents” actually meant that you were stuck with babysitting duties. Sure, Fury said that you were one of a few people he trusted to keep Loki in line, which makes up for it a little bit, but that didn’t mean that you weren’t still pissed that you were stuck doing paperwork instead of fieldwork. 

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Cara | Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Synopsis: Loki deals with the fallout of recent revelations.

The story is here: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen |
Cara Mia (one shot which was the inspiration for this story)

Loki/Cara manips: Collection one | Collection two | Collection three | Collection Four |

AN: Betaed by evieplease 

Part Fifteen

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TITLE: A Siren’s Ballad

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 4

AUTHOR: monoclekitteh

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine coming to the Asgardian court as the new chief musician, performing at banquets and other court events, as well as singing privately for the royal family. Loki eventually falls in love with you through your singing. After a rival trashes your bedchamber, he confesses his feelings while comforting you.

RATING: Teen

NOTES/WARNINGS: As promised, more Loki in this one! The song she sings can he heard here.

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Practice makes perfect.

An admirable phrase that I learned from Midgardian culture. I practiced singing and playing almost everyday for a month. I also organized the compositions the band would play, made sure every rehearsal was spot on, and tuned almost all the instruments. The only breaks I took were forced by Mother. I was just so nervous about becoming the next chief musician, I needed to occupy my mind with something, so I threw myself into my work. Most of the tasks on my list were things Mother would do.

“That’s it!” She had found me, once again, in the music room strumming my lute. “Karliah, you are too worked up over this.”

“But-”

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