loki come here and rule me


Originally posted by darkness-on-me

Loki x Reader

Part Two

“You cannot come any further.” A voice drifted through the dull air to greet Loki who had given up on figuring out who was coming and going.

“I will not let him out I just wish to speak with him.” The sound of your voice sent a jolt through Loki, eyes wide and alert as he listened to you.

“We cannot let you in.” The guard insisted.

“And I will not leave until you do!” You sounded furious which amused Loki, recalling the few occasions growing up when he had irritated you to anger, each time you’d missed him by a considerable distance which only made it more infuriating when he teased you.

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So the recent casting news got me thinking.

TTDW came out in 2013. Ragnarok comes in 2017. That’s 4 years of Loki ruling. That’s a long time. Perhaps not for Asgardian standards but - Loki on the throne wise that is a LONG TIME.

He must be doing good.

4 years without getting caught! I’m notably thinking of Heimdall and Sif here. If they were to get the slightest suspicion of him, they’d be all up in his grill. Judging by Sif’s loyal-to-her-King speeches she gave both times on Agents of SHIELD I do not think she suspects anything. Loki seems to value her as an agent (and keep her busy so she doesn’t have time to get any suspicions)

I still believe Heimdall is in on it. It would be the logical thing to do to tell him right away. Also there is no way in Hel that Loki’d get away with that scheme for 4 years without Heimdall knowing. Heimdall was one of Odin’s most trusted confidants, he’d notice the differences in his behaviour. Loki might be able to hide from his gaze, but not all the time, also Odin wouldn’t do that. So by telling him right away he could gain his trust and have Heimdall on his side (the main flaw in his last plan for staying King) and that’d mean that he managed to convince Heimdall, who does not like him, to let him stay King. 

So for everyone who doesn’t trust Loki: Trust Heimdall’s judgement.

Kneel Before Me (Part 3/?) (Loki/Thor/Avengers x reader)

Part 2

“Agent Coulson is ready to return to active duty, but he has no recollection of what happened.  I need you at his side to make sure it stays that way.”

You huffed in disbelief and gave Fury a small chuckle at the idea that you could contain Phil in any way.  “You really underestimate him, you know.  He’s gonna figure this out, and when he does, he’ll come for you.”

“Well then you’ll be out of a job, agent (Y/L/N).  If he gets to me, I get to you.”

“I will roger that,” you sighed with a small nod, grabbing your bag and heading towards the jet, but within a few steps a crash of thunder and a blinding light stopped you.  You swore that you felt your heart stop; it had been months since he had left with Loki, and you honestly thought that you wouldn’t hear from either of them again.  Before you could turn to look at him on your own, Thor’s hand was on your shoulder and pulling you in his direction.

“(Y/N), he will be here soon.  I came first to give you warning.”

“Warning?  Why would I need warning?  What is he going to do?”

Thor had an almost panicked look in his eyes as he looked over his shoulder at Nick, who was now nearly at your side.  He turned back and took your arms in his hands with a firm grip that you knew would leave bruises behind, but you resisted showing any reaction.  

“Thor, what is he going to do?” you asked again.

“He is coming to take you home.”


Nick brought you and Thor into a holding cell, the most secure place he could think of to keep Loki away from you, if such a place even existed.  You were sitting across from him, with Thor standing at your side and Mjolnir in hand, watching anxiously for something to happen.  If anything, the two of them were making you more nervous than whatever Loki could do, and your mind began to race.

“Thor, you said that he’s ‘coming to take me home’, but that phrasing makes it sound like he’s returning me there; as if I was here on some sort of vacation.  Like it’s my home already.”

The Asgardian didn’t reply, continuing to watch out the large window of the cell to avoid your discussion.  You turned to look at Nick, who also avoided your gaze and wore an uneasy expression, only making you more aggravated and uncertain.  

“Fury, I know that you know something.  I know you don’t think so, but you’re about as good of a liar as Rogers.”  Frustrated when he still didn’t respond, you stood from your chair, harshly pushing it back until it slammed against the wall.  “If you don’t tell me what you know right now, so help me-“

“(Y/N),” Thor interjected, grabbing your shoulder and pushing you down into another chair, “you must stay here and remain calm.  I will give you answers, but you must be patient.”

“Like hell I will,” you growled.  “Loki said that I had been chosen for him centuries ago.  I can’t get that sentence out of my mind, and if you know what he meant, then I deserve to know right now.”

Nick shook his head and looked to Thor, standing now and grabbing his phone to text a message out with a deep sigh, “so, you wanna take this or should I?”  He glanced out the window and watched as the jet that was supposed to take you to Phil took off without you.

“You may go.”

Now you were completely taken aback, staring at Fury as he walked past you, shaking his hand off when he tried to give you a supportive touch on your arm.  “Hey,” he huffed, “I didn’t know about what he’s going to tell you until a very short time ago.  I was sending you out to Coulson to protect you, so please, give me a little credit for that.”

“He said you can go,” you sneered under your breath, “so go.”

Once Nick had left the room and the door was firmly closed behind him, you stood and stepped up to Thor, standing in front of him with as much authority as you could muster in the face of the impressive god, who was much taller than you remembered.  He looked down at you with a sad expression, holding your gaze long enough so that you grew uncomfortable and took a small step back.

“You look like you’re examining me,” you said.  “Why?”

“There was a prophecy, centuries ago, that I fear that I cannot stop.”  Now that it was only the two of you in the room, he let some of his guard down, pacing back and forth with his hands nervously wringing together. “When my father adopted Loki and he was taken from Jotunheim…” his voice faded away as he paused, stopping to look out the cell window, as long as it were anywhere but at you, “you were taken as well.”

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

“The prophecy told that you were to be betrothed to Loki and that together you would rule Jotunheim to become the most powerful of the nine realms.  So powerful that you would rule them all.  When my brother was adopted it was the perfect time to separate you, and Midgard was believed to be the best choice in which to hide you.”  When Thor stopped to finally look at you, he hurried to your side and sat you down into the chair, worried that the paleness now in your face was a sign that you might faint.  

“How did he know it was me?”

“I am not certain,” he replied, “but when he saw you on the team at Stuttgart, he knew.  And now I fear that even if I attempt to protect you, or hide you again, the prophecy will be realized and that I am no match for fate.”

You sat quietly for a long time; a very long time, lost within your own mind, thinking of what that other life would have looked like.  The life you had here was fulfilling at it was yours, not guided by anyone other than yourself, and a life with Loki would be anything but your own. Looking at Thor, you could see that he really was afraid and it only made you more uncomfortable to know that he was not infallible as your new protector.  

“Let him come,” you finally whispered.

“No, (Y/N),” Thor said in shock as he quickly moved to stand over you, “you don’t understand what you are saying.  If the prophecy comes true-“

“I still have free will. I still have the choice to refuse to go with him.  The prophecy would require my agreement, right?  To rule together, I would need to actively participate in that.”  

“I fear that he can make you participate, even if it is not what you want, (Y/N).  There is so much more at stake here that I don’t think you realize.”

Feeling stronger in your resolve, you stood again, taking Thor’s arms in your hands and smiling at how small they looked against his muscles.  “Well, my reluctant brother-in-law,” you smirked, “perhaps my first act of rule will be to stop my reign before it even starts.  Let him come.”

Part 4


- We’re not going anywhere if you just sit there, all angry and not talking to me. I’m here to help. You want to come back to Asgard? I’m your only passport. I have the last word in your case. I’m the one who decides if you’re ready to come back.

- Maybe, if you let me go, I’d be ready.

- Yeah, but we risk to your govern desires to come back. Loki, it’s your brother who is going to rule Asgard. You have to be mature and ccept it. 

- What would a midgardian know.

- Look, I know it’s not the same as a realm, but I was supposed to go on with my parents’ business, and my little sister took it from me. Basically, it’s the same. Lower scale.

- So you just gave up and joined S.H.I.E.L.D.?

- That’s it. If I couldn’t made my parents proud of me because of taking their business, I’d make them proud of me for saving the world.

- And you don’t feel resentment on your sister?

- No. Not resentment, not envy, not hate. She’s my sister, my blood. And I love her.

- Thor is not my blood.

- But he is your brother. You both grew up together. That’s what matters. You’ve always been brothers, and you’ll always be. Knowing that Odin is not your real father shouldn’t change a thing. He still loves you like before, you should see that. - he kept quiet. I sighed. - I’ll come back tomorrow, and we’ll keep going with this conversation. Are you okay with that? - I stoop up, and opened the door. - Good bye, Loki of Asgard.

Do You Love Me? - Loki Laufeyson

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Characters: Loki Laufeyson, Thor Odinson, Heimdall, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 1075

Author: Hannah

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Loki's Slut

By: icybluepenguin

A/N: I haven’t written a Loki piece in a while, but this one HAD to be Loki.  Sorry for the generic title, I’m terrible at titles.  It’s not inspired by any particular confession, but by the theme of the Dom/sex slave ones.  This is pure, filthy porn with Avengers!Loki, an egotistical, posturing, maniacal, very rough lover.  Absolutely no plot whatsoever.

Contains:  Dom/sub themes, dubious consent, no safeword, bondage, magic, rough oral sex, rough vaginal sex, rough anal sex, anal fingering, pussy spanking, dirty talk, forced orgasm, humiliation, objectification, name calling, dirty talk (so much dirty talk!), PWP

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How Loki's subterfuge will be discovered in Ragnarok.
  • Thor: [looking down at Civil War happening] What in the nine realms are they doing?
  • Loki as Odin: They seem to be fighting each other over the government policy of one country amongst hundreds.
  • Thor: I see this. Did they not learn recently how much stronger we are as a team? But here they fight like blidgesnipe.
  • Loki as Odin: They are very much as you were in your youth.
  • Thor: Yes! But I have learned true strength comes from a willingness to accept that sometimes brute force isn't the answer.
  • Loki as Odin: See, told you they were made to be ruled. None of this would have happened if you just let me be in charge.
  • Thor: ...
  • Loki as Odin: ...
Kneel Before Me (Part 4-final) (Loki/Thor x reader)

Part 3

“You’re crazy.”

“That may be true, but it’s all I’ve got, Nick.  Let me have it.”

Fury studied your face for a few minutes, gauging your emotions and if you were compromised by the situation growing more tenuous by the minute.  Loki was on his way, and would arrive any moment according to Thor, so decisions had to be made.  “What makes you think that you can control it?  What are you going to do?”

“I am of Jotunheim, so I suppose I’ll make it up as I go,” you said with a smirk, turning to look at Thor who gave you nothing but a look of disapproval.  He was completely against allowing Loki anywhere near you, much less allowing you to run to meet him.  You had worked out somewhat of a plan, but with limited time to solidify it, all you could do now was to forge ahead and hope for the best.

“Thor,” Nick sighed, turning to the god, “are you taking responsibility for this?  You’ll be there?”

“I don’t need a babysitter!” you exclaimed, slamming your hand down on the table in front of you. The floor shook beneath it and the walls rattled, much to Fury’s surprise, but not to yours or Thor’s.  Seeing the shocked look in his eye, you calmed yourself and maintained your composure for your director.  “Sorry, sir.  We’ve been working on that.”

“We’ve unlocked potential within (Y/N),” Thor announced.  “Heimdall has given us much insight on her abilities and how she can use them to her advantage, though I still do not agree.”

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying to center yourself rather than allowing your frustration to get the best of you.  With a slow exhale, you opened them again, looking at Nick cautiously, though your voice was deep and ominous now.  “Nick, we’re running out of time.  Give it to me.”

Nick looked at you and then to Thor, shaking his head when he realized that he had no argument that would stop you from getting what you wanted from him.  You didn’t want to leave with Loki, and he didn’t want you to go either, but seeing no other way, he left the room for several minutes only to return with the only thing you could think of to stop Loki’s plan.  He extended the scepter to you with hesitation, but when Thor moved to stand behind you, he released it into your grasp. As your fingers wrapped around the ornate handle, the blue stone began to glow.

“Whoa,” you shuddered with a whisper, your eyes widening at the sensation that flowed through you.  “I get it now.”

“Get what?” Nick asked with a slight tremble in his voice, taking a step closer to you with his hand resting over his weapon.  He was suddenly fearful of you.

“I’ve never felt so powerful.  I can’t let him get his hands on this again.”


You sat in your room, waiting as patiently as possible.  Loki would find you easily enough; you didn’t need to be in an open area or announce where you were.  Thor had left you alone, though he was within feet of you in an adjoining room on the other side of the wall.  Loki would know he was there as well, but there was nothing you could do to stop that. After only minutes of waiting, he appeared.

“Hello, my darling.”


“You were alerted to my arrival,” he said.  It wasn’t a question, and you knew that he was aware of his brother’s proximity.  “That’s of no concern.  However, I’ve come to you with a remarkable opportunity.  Just as I said, you were meant to rule at my side, and I am here now so that our future together can be realized.”  He took a seat next to you and took your hand in his, bringing it to his lips.  The sensation sent a chill down your spine.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again.  It was quite a shock when Thor told me that you were coming back.”  You pulled your hand away but he quickly took it again, this time clasping both hands around it to hold it securely on his lap.  “A small part of me missed you.”

“Only a small part?”

“The small part that likes sarcastic and egomaniacal gods, yes.”

A smile grew across his lips, but it wasn’t warm or welcoming at all, but more of an obligatory motion to cater to the moment.  “That’s a very specific part.  But was there nothing more?  There’s a connection between us, (Y/N).  Surely you know that.”

“I know what I’ve been told, yes.”  You pulled your hand from his and stood over him, doing your best to maintain your presence and not give into your own nerves.  “You don’t care about me, Loki.  You certainly don’t love me.  You’re here only to fulfill the prophecy, and I know that, so please let’s dispense with this whole act, okay?”  Taking a few steps back, you positioned yourself between him and the closet that held the scepter, being careful to not lose your ability to grab it at a moment’s notice.  “There’s no throne.  There’s no version of this where you come out on top.”

“If you know of your true heritage,” he paused, standing and taking long strides towards you, “then you know that you are born to follow me.  You are born to follow as my queen, and nothing can stop that.”

“That’s not a choice that I’ll make, Loki.  Fate be damned.”  With each word you inched closer and closer to the door that would produce the scepter, waiting for the right moment.  “You can’t force me to go with you, but I can certainly keep you here with me.”

“Darling, even you cannot stop me.”

You turned and grabbed the scepter, quickly looking back and holding it towards the Asgardian defensively. Over Loki’s shoulder, you spotted Thor standing in the doorway, ready to assist you if necessary.  The look on Loki’s face was a mix of surprise, fear and desire; it was a desire to hold the scepter again, and to feel that power wash over him as it had done before.

“Kneel before me,” you said, trying to sound confident.

“What?” he whispered.

“I said, kneel!” you pressed, pushing the end of scepter into his chest and watching the stone begin to emanate its blue glow.  As it touched him you could see the glow spread through his chest, up his neck, across his face and into his eyes as they turned a bright blue that matched the stone.  His expression almost immediately calmed and he looked at complete peace with following your command.

“Yes, my lady.”

Thor moved in behind him and waited, watching you wield an almost uncontrollable power over his brother, waiting for you to finish the plan.  “(Y/N)?”

“I’m not going with you, Loki,” you said in an unsure voice, losing the authority in it that you had only a moment ago.  “I will not lead at your side, now or ever.”

“Yes, my lady.”

You were taken aback by the power you had so easily stripped from him, noticing the softness in his features as he looked at you, hanging on your every word to direct him.  It was almost childlike in his eagerness to do your bidding and to make you pleased with his efforts.  “Do not return for me.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Thor,” you whispered, “take it from me.  Before I refuse to release it.”


“So let me get this straight,” Tony said with his arms crossed and an inquisitive expression, “you’re supposed to be one of the greatest rulers of all the realms?  And you turned that down?  Wow,” he sighed, “anything you do on Earth is just gonna pale in comparison to that, don’t you think?”

“Helpful, Tony.  You really know how to make a girl feel better, you know that?”

Steve walked towards you and handed you a beer from the bar at the new Avengers tower, taking a seat next to you.  He watched and waited for you to remove the cap, but he grabbed it from your hands only seconds later to do it for you.  “Don’t listen to Tony, (Y/N).  I think we might have something for you here, if you’re up for it.  I mean, it’s no Asgard or Jotunheim, but it’s not too shabby,” he chuckled, waving his hand around the room.

“Not too shabby?  Not too shabby?” Tony gasped, clutching his chest.  “This tower is state-of-the-art, I’ll have you know.  Top of the line.”

“Anyway,” the Captain continued, “I thought you might want in on our next mission.  It would seem that somewhere between your hands and a transfer to a secure SHIELD lab, the scepter has gone missing.  We thought maybe you had some skill in helping us find it.”

“I can give it a try, sure.” You grabbed the tablet from Steve’s hand and looked over the plans, opening the map to see where your first travels with the Avengers would take you, but you didn’t recognize the area.  “Where the hell is Sokovia?”

Are You Trying to Make Me Hate You?

Thor: The Dark World (liveblog) [x]

This moment hurts me a lot.  Because it’s so… they haven’t seen each other in awhile, they have this mutual grief, and what’s the first thing Loki does?  He lashes out and tries to antagonize Thor.

I don’t want to pile too hard onto Loki in this moment, because grief makes us angry and makes us lash out, but my point is that he is lashing out, he is saying hurtful things.  This is someone who has made every effort to keep Thor at arm’s length, to push him away, tried repeatedly to kill him, never once apologized for any of the shit he did to Thor, that whatever Thor’s faults were or weren’t, Loki’s far, far outstripped them and so it he got what he wanted—Thor walked away from him.  As Loki said, there was nothing left but the war.  This was someone who did not want to be helped.

And then Loki turns around and blames Thor for doing exactly what Loki wanted him to do.  He accuses Thor of coming there to mock or to gloat, and I can theorize why he might have done it, but the thing is… I always come back to one thing:  Loki is not a reliable narrator.

For example, Loki said, “You tossed me into an abyss!” which did not happen.  He says he went down to Midgard to rule benevolently, which is bullshit.  Over and over, we see that a theme of Loki’s character is that he does not take any significant responsibility for his actions, he never admits any fault, that he is not a reliable narrator when recounting events.  The thing is, sure, he might really believe what he’s saying!  But he’s not a reliable account.

Which I bring up because whatever justification you might come up with for why he hisses and snarls at Thor here, you can never entirely trust it.  Sure, it’s possible that Thor might have been the type to gloat once upon a time, but you’ll have a tough time using Loki’s accounting of things to evidence it because—as we’re shown over and over—Loki is not a reliable narrator of his life and actions/reactions.

So, I don’t want to pile onto him too badly here.  It’s obvious that he’s lashing out because he’s in pain and he’s upset that Thor never visited him, despite that he did everything he could to make it impossible for Thor to actually, truly talk to him, despite that Loki was the one who never pulled his head out of his own ass long enough to realize that he was doing some pretty shitty things.

Loki knows Thor better than this.  You will never convince me that, whatever faults Thor might have had or even still have, mocking at someone’s grief would not be one of them.  For Loki to accuse him of that right off the bat, for those to be the first words between them, yeah, that’s an unfair lashing out and it doesn’t matter how much I love the little shit, I’m not going to let it slide without commentary.

I understand where it comes from and I want Loki’s rage to be soothed, I want him to be happy, I want him to feel loved, I want him to know peace.  I understand that he has this incredible well of hurt that’s entirely genuine to him and he’s upset about having pushed his family away and doesn’t know how to accept them in his life, thinks he has to keep pushing them out, thinks he has to in order to survive, that he’ll burn all those relationships to the ground to prove that he doesn’t need them.

I get it.  It’s still a shitty thing to do to Thor, though.

A Perfect Mix

TITLE: A Perfect Mix


AUTHOR: Caw-Caw-Mothercluckers

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that you and Loki have a son together and even though you are both separated, you make sure that Loki is involved with his son’s life. One day you and Loki take him out to the park and as you watch your son play you thank Loki for giving you the most important person, your son.


NOTES/WARNINGS: I did write this in a rush, all I had was twenty minutes, but I still enjoyed it. I hope you like it!

“Daddy! Come play with me!”

Little Draven run as fast as his little legs could carry him, leaping into Loki’s open arms and squealing with delight.

“Daddy, daddy! Look it! I got a new tooth out!”

Draven used his sand covered fingers to pull his lips back in order to show his father the new gap where his tooth had once been this morning. Loki chuckled at this, his face lighting up brightly.

“I see! And what did you do with your tooth?”

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Darcy started as Loki’s reflection suddenly appeared in the mirror. She turned around quickly. He stood before her, his usually domineering presence strangely muted by his uncomfortable expression.

“You have a lot of nerve showing up here, mister,” she sneered. “After you just up and leave without so much as a goodbye. Jane told me you died. She and your brother were fools for believing that. And I suppose you are high and mighty king of Asgard now? You’ll forgive me for not kneeling before you. Please leave.”

Loki took a step toward her, hesitating before speaking. “I’m sorry, Darcy, I truly am. Please tell me how much time has gone by.” Darcy was almost impressed by how genuine he appeared to be. “I will make it all up to you. Come with me, rule by my side as Queen,” he pleaded.

“An all-powerful God with the ability to travel between realms, and he doesn’t know what day of the week it is,” she scoffed. “I want no part in this, you hear me?” she said, throwing her hairbrush at him. It passed through him in a flash of light and clattered to the floor.

“Oh, a double, of course. Can’t have the King dropping everything to visit a lowly mortal. Get out,” she said, carefully hiding every trace of emotion from showing on her face.

Loki bowed his head in resignation, and disappeared.

The door to the room creaked open and a little head peered in. “Mommy? Who were you talking to?”

Darcy looked up and smiled at her daughter. “No one, honey, I was, uh, I was on the phone. You ready for bed, princess?”

“Mommy, I’m not a princess. Princesses are daughters of kings,” Irie said, climbing into her mother’s lap. “Well, I don’t care what anyone says, you’re my favourite princess,” Darcy laughed, and Irie gave her a big smile, her eyes lighting up with joy.

Darcy smoothed her daughter’s hair and tucked it behind her ears. Irie’s eyes looked just like hers, the grey-blue of the heart of a tempest. But unlike Darcy’s reddish brown hair, Irie’s was dark as a raven’s wing. 

“Goodnight, princess.”

“Goodnight, Mommy.”

I promised you an explanation, and here it is.
I’m deleting your-king-loki-rules-you in a month because it’s just taking a huge toll on me emotionally, with people constantly abandoning threads, and not treating me like I’m worth anything. I don’t want to be sad when I come to tumblr, I want to be happy. And I don’t want to feel sad when I look at this RP blog, I want to feel happy. I am moving to mortal-of-mischief though, as that’s going to be my new Loki RP blog, one that’s dedicated to the only Loki muse that I like anymore. The mortal one, obviously, follow if you want, don’t if you don’t, just thought you ought to know. I’m still tracking the yourkinglokirulesyou tag, and if you have any questions or comments (even mean ones) you can still hit up my ask box.
Judging Books By Covers

TITLE: Judging Books By Covers

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Twenty Two

AUTHOR: wolfpawn


Imagine Loki is cast out into a castle in his Jotun form, under a spell that will return him to his Aesir one if he learns to accept himself for who he is, not what he looks like, and can find another who will do the same. Angry and repulsed by his own appearance, Loki fears he will live out his days as the monster he so greatly loathes. 


Chapter 22

Loki was beginning to feel as though he was going mad. The warriors had left, as had Eir, but apparently Thor was still somewhere in the damn building dealing with a small issue before he too was going to leave, but Eir had stated that he would call into Loki to say farewell before his departure, not that Loki particularly cared, he was content enough never to lay eyes upon him again for the infliction he had imposed upon him.

According to the healer’s knowledge, Lagertha had not been found. He was certain that she had gone back to her quaint little village to lick her wounds, never wishing to see him again for the cruel manner in which he had dismissed her. Looking back at her reaction when she had awoken by his side, he recalled not only her nervous blush, but also her soothing voice, trying to comfort him. There was little reason for her to do that, for her to have done so implied that she had wanted to.

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Fire and Ice

TITLE: Fire and Ice


AUTHOR:  Rainefyre

ORIGINAL IMAGINE:  http://imagine-loki.tumblr.com/post/99182374348/imagine-loki-meeting-a-woman-during-his-attack-of


WARNINGS/ AUTHOR NOTES:  No warnings.  Thanks for reading and any and all comments are appreciated!

          “No,” Tony said emphatically.

          “Why not?” 

          “Because I said so.”

          Tara rolled her eyes.  “Yeah, that was convincing.  Then I’ll get my own place.”


          “I’m not a child, I can move out.  Maybe I should, in fact.”

          “Why would you say you should?”

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