loki in chambers

Imagine you are one of Loki’s chambermaids. One day when you go to clean his rooms you bump into Loki still in his chambers, you instantly notice that he’s not as friendly as usual, so you quickly clean and leave because you don’t want him to get mad at you. The next few days the same thing happens. You start hearing gossip from the staff that no one has seen Loki in the palace for a few days and they are even betting amongst themselves about his whereabouts. You decide to help him and everyday try to find new ways to get him to cheer up or even go out. It doesn’t work at first but slowly day by day he starts to look better and talk more to you.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Fandom: Marvel

Warnings: Smut (NSFW), Fluff , Love

Words: 2,028

Requested: Hello! I would like to request a Loki x reader 💖 It’s Loki’s and the reader’s wedding night, they go back to Loki’s chambers and they get down and dirty for the first time ;) but the reader is very nervous because it’s there first time. And Loki is doing his best to make her feel loved and safe. Thank you 💖

A/N: Hey, Lovelies. this is my first Loki x reader, sorry if it’s bad and sorry for any misspelled or errors, but I really hope you enjoy it!! :) 

                                   Request are closed for now!

You were standing in a plain white room, standing on a pedestal while the maids fixing your long elegant green dress as they were done fixing your dress, you were now looking at yourself in the mirror.

Your (h/l) (h/c) locks were braided back from your face, not a single strand out of place. Queen Frigga had passed onto you a beautiful silver necklace and crown with amber gems in the center of both.

Today was your wedding day, you were excited and nervous at the same time. You were marrying the love of your life, Loki was your best friend, when you grow a liking to the young prince and that liking turn in love as years passed you both finally confess love for each other.

Your father and two guards came into white room as the maids leave. You walked away from the mirror as your father came over kisses your cheek.

“You look magnificent, darling. you’re mother would be so proud of you” your father says, you smiled.

You took your father’s arm as the two guards escort you and your father to the throne room.

You both walked the whole way in silence, you already had a single tear trickling down your face. At this moment you were so happy, you wouldn’t want to change it for anything. You and father pause at the giant double doors, you took a deep breath.

The two guards push them open, you were met with those beautiful blue eyes and thousand others, as you and your father walk down the aisle. Odin and Frigga on his throne, The Warriors Three stood to the side as the groom’s men, and Lady Sif was your maid of honor.

Frigga smiled softly at you as you and your father made it down the aisle, you were now in front of Loki who had a cute smirk on his face as he wearing his golden crown and green and gold cape.

“You look….STUNNING” Loki says looking you up and down, you blushed as Odin moved swiftly through the ceremony. When the time for “I dos”

“Do you, Loki, take Y/N L/N to be your wife, To be her constant friend, her partner in life, and her true love? To love her without reservation, honor and respect her, protect her from harm, comfort her in times of distress, and to grow with her in mind and spirit? Odin says, Loki smiles "I do”

“And Do you, Y/N, take Loki Laufeyson to be your husband, To be his constant friend, his partner in life, and his true love?. To love him without reservation, honor and respect him, protect him from harm, comfort him in times of distress, and to grow with him in mind and spirit?

"I do” you smiled. “As I Odin, pronounce you husband and wife,” Odin stated.

“You may kiss the bride.” You were wrapped up in Loki’s arms and pressed against his chest. His lips pressed to yours with all the love and tenderness he could manage, his hands holding your hips. More cheers and applause flowed through the room as he held you close.

You both pulled away, and walked down the aisle. You and Loki were finally husband and wife.

You and you’re now husband Loki were walking hand in hand to his Chambers, Loki had got you away early to have some alone time, Loki promised that he would take you somewhere special for the honeymoon. you honest don’t care if you both went anywhere or not, you were just happy you got to stolen his last name.

When you both got to Loki’s room, immediately Loki made a “do not disturb” sign with his magic. He whisked you up off of your feet and carried me in, shutting the door behind him. He sat you down gently.

Loki’s arms came up to your waist, his fingers slipping softly down them. “I can’t believe that you’re mine now, Mrs. Laufeyson ”

“Me too, Mr. Laufeyson” you reply blushing. Loki chuckles as he pulled me into him and stealing a kiss.

Soon that small kiss turned into more, and you both slid across the floor to the bed, the back of your legs hit the frame of the bed. Loki let a smile paint across his face and his hands went to the back of your dress and slide zipper down, He turned you around and started to slide each little bit off, kissing the skin that would be exposed.

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Light reading

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) is not like the other maidens. She was born the daughter of a warrior and she wanted to follow her father’s steps. Being smarter than the rest, she grew up with the princes of Asgard as equals and friends. She enjoys reading and so does Loki, but their light reading habit turned into something else that night.

Warnings: Slight smut, not very detailed. Still a bit cute.

A/N: I’m taking so long and I swear I’m trying to get things done! So, I was once talking to my babe Raissa from @imaginedaily and she told me Andy Black would make a great young loki, and as this one shot takes place before the Thor movies, I thought it’d be great to put him in the usual gif I put.

Originally posted by andybiersack-daily

The master of swords said goodbye to all of the maiden warriors that trained at that time and congratulated all of you for such an enriching session. You were getting better by the minute and all the training had some effect on your body as well, for which you were incredibly grateful. You were the daughter of a master of arms and one of the queen’s most trustworthy maidens, so you were always surrounded by the princes. You called them your friends and the feeling was the same from them.

But as you grew up, you became more interested in defending the kingdom rather than serving the queen. You wanted to follow your father steps and so you began training and going on small excursions with the other Asgardians.

As you walked to your chamber, you found your childhood friend. The youngest prince, Loki, was heading for your chamber as well, to look for you because he had found something very interesting as he went through his father’s library.

“So, how was training?” He asked, as you walked over to the wardrobe. The room was a bit too much for you, but your parents had chosen it for you and they said that they wouldn’t accept a no for an answer, especially now that you were to become a warrior. “My brother says you’re getting very good at mastering the sword.”

“Yes,” you nodded, “but I believe it is kind of in my blood, I mean… Father is a master of arms himself, so…” you shrugged carelessly.

“I haven’t seen you in battle myself, but everyone points out how graceful you are. Well, you are a pretty woman, like your mother. You’ve got in yourself the best of both worlds.” He chuckled.

“Uhh—” your mouth hung open—“well—thank you—I mean… I—I guess so.” You took out your sleeping garments: a pair of tight shorts and a long shirt. You looked over your shoulder, and he had a shit eating grin of approval. “Make a painting, Odinson,” you sneered, “it’ll take as long as it will last.” He shook his head in amusement. “So, what do you have there?”

“It seems like my father keeps these books away from all of us.” The youngest son of Odin said, flaunting his newest discovery in one of his pale hands. “I went through some of the pages, and it’s very… interesting. Midgardians seem like a fascinating kind.”

“How so?” You asked as you got rid of your sweaty garments. Since you and Loki were friends since childhood, you had seen him naked when he was little and he had seen you too; besides, undressing among a large amount of people was kind of an everyday thing for you.

“It is very graphic.”

“Graphic as in… cold blooded graphic?” You turned your back to him. “Humans can get very, very bloody.” You said from over your shoulder.

“As in sexually graphic.” Loki smiled wickedly, showing his teeth and giving you a naughty look.

You sighed and shook your head, leaving the training gear inside your wardrobe. Loki was already sitting on the rug and waiting for you to sit next to him. You complied, holding your legs close to your chest as he went through the pages of the book. It was very graphic indeed, and in his silky, deep voice, it was truly giving you the chills.

The pictures in the book were rather crude and unlike other human paintings, they had little to no detail at all. They weren’t very delightful to look at, but you were already having another picture. Loki doing all those things to you. Having his unusually cold hands all over your body, and his thin lips sucking on your neck, or better, on your breasts as you moaned his name.

“(Y/N)?” He asked, suddenly dragging you out of your thoughts. You looked at him, completely perplexed and rising your eyebrows. “You just… moaned.” He said, with a slight taint of laughter in his voice. You turned red in a split second and tried to explain yourself. “Maybe we should leave this reading for another day…” He suggested.

“N—no—” you stuttered—“I’m fine.”

He let out a breathy giggle and happily complied. Truth be told, he was feeling the effects of the book. He was imagining you going down on him, and riding his shaft like a professional. You fanned yourself as you got lost in your thoughts again; the mere wonder of how his tongue would feel in between your folds, and his cock sliding up on you, reaching a point that your fingers never could… It felt like heaven, a painful heaven.

“I’m getting bored.” You huffed loudly. “What if we take this book into practice?”

“What took you so long?” He smiled in amusement and left the book aside.

You straddled his lap, finally feeling his cold hands on an uncovered spot of your skin. You threw your head back and he took the opportunity to land his lips on the hot skin of your neck, just above your pulse point; he licked his lips before sinking his teeth on you and sucking. You rubbed yourself against him, feeling a growing bulge really near your wetting folds. He appreciated the gesture by sucking harder on you. That would be a very difficult spot to cover later, but you’d think about that when you’d finished your business with him.

You took your hands to the hem of your shirt and slowly slid it up. If you had known you’d end up naked, you wouldn’t have worn anything that night. It proved to be useless.

You pushed him back enough to be able to look at him. His green eyes shone brightly, but the light was not even close to loving; it was pure lust that took over him, and you could might as well enjoy yourself with it.

In a split second, the trickster was lying on top of you on the huge bed, pinning your wrists with his cold hands that were a cool refresh. His lips looked for you furiously, like an animal that finally got to catch its prey. But even though he had the eyes of a predator, you were not the one to call a prey.

You let him out power you, feeling the neediness of his touch as he got rid of your upper garment. He took out his own clothing, revealing a perfectly sculpted torso on such a slim frame. You two made passionate love all night, feeling the endorphins bubbling inside your body and the love that he procured you each time he stopped to look at you.

Once you were ready to call it quits, and you felt tired enough to sleep like a baby you slid under the silk bedding. It was a bit messy from all the moving, and you made a mental note of taking them to washing because they still had the strong smell of sex all over them. Loki, who was now fully dressed, walked closer to you. He patted your head and gently kissed your temple, getting ready to leave you and let you get some rest.

“You can stay here if you’d like.” You offered. “You won’t escape from the walk of shame anyway.”

“Do you want me to stay here?” You bit your bottom lip and nodded nervously, feeling a strong warmth on your cheeks. “Well, I can’t decline such a lovely invitation.” He turned on his heels and slid beside you; for the very first time, you noticed his skin was not cold, and his temperature matched yours.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to his chest as he buried his face in your hair and nuzzled at the back of your neck. His soft and rhythmic breathing dozed you off and it worked better than a lullaby.

‘People of the Week’ Winner Request #3



Loki Laufeyson x Reader
 I’m literally the definition of trash I’m truly sorry for  taking so long for barely sending u the request: ok so Loki x reader where ur  his personal servant everyday at noon u would go to the village near by n  secretly teach the kids to read n write one day Loki asked u were u would go  u didn’t want Loki finding out and might get u and the children in trouble so  u didn’t tell him anything. Each day Loki would ask u making u nervous that  he would maybe start following u, he asked u if u would go see a lover and u  just looked at him with out saying anything Loki took ur silence as a yes and  one day decided to follow u took ur luck he had caught u talking to Thor in a  market place (u n Thor were pretty good friends and he knew about u teaching  the kids) and Loki thought Thor was ur lover. Loki hated the idea of Thor  winning at everything and anyone and to him u were his servant u were to  serve him and nobody else and he was going to prove that to u. If u need more  detail just tell me will happy to help once again super sorry like I’m  terrible at having a solid schedule- @floating-balloon
Notes: This may be the longest thing I have ever written. Sorry it took so long I had real trouble getting started but I finally have it finished. The final winner’s request should be out at the weekend, and following that Part 2 to Somewhere Only We Know as well as Possibility. Once again sorry for my lack of stuff coming out, I’ve been finding it really hard to find the motivation to write. Hopefully I’m out of that slump now. Anyway enjoy!

As you hurried through the cobbled streets of Asgard you stuffed a worn leather book into the inseam of your faded green shawl. Flickering your E/C eyes around the crowded streets you searched for any sign of the raven-haired prince, heading back towards the palace you kept your eyes to the ground and your shawl wrapped tightly around your small frame. The reason for your wariness may seem slightly melodramatic to an outsider, however your master did carry a certain reputation, one for being highly strung and easily provoked. This meant that keeping a secret from him carried it’s own set of risks, and even though yours held no significant importance you worried that his knowing of your actions could endanger both you and the ones you helped.

 The thing was that everyday, at precisely noon, you had ventured down to a local village, there you would help the local children learn the basics of reading and writing, as well as telling them great stories of your lands noble history. You had started this daily practice after a trip down to the market, in search of goods for the palace, when you overheard a conversation between a shopkeep and one of the locals. Apparently the school building had been destroyed during the most recent bout of attacks, leaving the children with no place to go, and cutting their education short. Of course you being you felt a great sorrow at these children’s predicament and vowed to do whatever you could to help.

 Reaching the gates of the palace you were quickly allowed in, rushing back to the small quarters you were granted to deposit your things before returning back to work. Laying your shawl neatly on the bed you turned to leave. But before you could exit the small room a green swirl of smoke blocked your path, leaving in its wake your master. “Sir.” You mumbled, bowing you head slightly. “I’ve already told you to call me Loki, are the formalities really so necessary?” He quipped, quirking an eyebrow at you. “Sorry sir… Loki.” You said with a small smile gracing your lips. Though the man intimidated you like nothing else, you still saw a softer side of him, even though many others didn’t. You could even say you’d developed certain affections for the Trickster God, not that it was at all appropriate, what with him being your master and a prince, and you a mere servant. Yet that didn’t stop your heart from fluttering when he smiled at you, and a rosy blush colouring your cheeks whenever he was in too close a proximity. “Where have you been for the last… hour?” Loki asked you, a slight clench in his jaw. “Nowhere…” You stuttered, fiddling with the hem of your dress. “I see… I’ve never been to nowhere, is it as delightful as it sounds?” He drawled, looking at you with an expression full of contempt. “Quite. “You mumbled, furrowing your brow as you manoeuvred around him, heading back to work.

 You and Loki had always had a weird relationship, what with him taking a particular interest in your personal affairs, and you not hesitating to call him out on some of his more neurotic behaviours. Most said they’d never seen someone speak to the younger prince in such a way, with most of his previous servants being dismissed after similar fo-pars. After your run in with the dark-haired god you quickly went back to work, cleaning the princes’ quarters as well as the dining hall. As you sat on the large dining hall floor, using certain magic’s to clean the mud-covered stone a pair of heavy footsteps caused your head to whip up to the doorway. “Lady Y/N!” Thor’s booming voice rang out. “Thor!” You grinned, standing up to greet him. “How was your trip to Midgard? How was Lady Jane?” You asked, a smile wide on your face. “Everything was as I left it Lady Y/N.” He nodded. “I told you to stop with the Lady’s Thor, for I am no Lady.” You said with a small quirk in your lips. “Nonsense, you are far more a Lady than many of those who carry such a title.” Thor boomed, bowing his head slightly. “I should go and reconvene with my Father, It was a pleasure to hold your company.” Thor said, kissing your hand before leaving the grand room.

 You and Thor had met one afternoon whilst out in the village. He’d found you teaching the children and after learning of your service in the palace agreed to keep it between the two of you. In thanks you had been assisting him with his courtship of his Lady Jane, helping him choose gifts for her as well as teaching him of Midgardian customs. Through this the two of you had struck up an unlikely friendship, one that had seemed to stand the test of time.

 The days following your interaction with Loki, he asked everyday where you went during your hour away, causing you to become more and more nervous about your little secret. You began to worry that he would try and follow you, meaning you started taking more complicated routes down to the village, hoping to lose anyone that may have been on your tail. However it did mean you ended up walking straight through the busy market almost everyday. After a couple of weeks Loki’s persistent asking you had still managed to keep strong, telling him you went nowhere of importance. One day, out of the blue, Loki arrived at your chambers before you parted for your journey. “Loki.” You sighed, trying to manoeuvre your way around him. “Is it a lover that you go to meet everyday?” He growls, appearing suddenly in front of your face. His anger causing you to stand there in silence, not knowing how to proceed. “It would make sense, you always return with a smile on your face and it would explain your secretive attitude about the whole affair.” He spat. Huffing you just moved your way around him and carried on down to the village.

 ‘Why would he care anyway?’ You asked yourself, ‘I’m just the help, no one of importance.’ You huffed, strolling into the busy market. “Lady Y/N!” Thor’s booming voice called you over from a nearby seller. “Thor.” You smiled, moving to his side. “I need your assistance.” The blonde prince huffed, brow furrowing, coaxing a giggle from between your lips. “Come on then.” You smiled, grabbing his hand and pulling him along to different vendors.

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 Loki had decided to follow Y/N down away from the palace. For some reason the thought that she could be meeting a suitor tore at his chest, leaving an unsettling feeling in his stomach. Loki had never felt this way about anyone before, never had a need to protect someone and keep them safe from harm. Yet she was different. The way her H/C swirled around the S/C skin of her face and neck, the way her E/C sparkled whenever she laughed or smiled, the little things were what seemed to gravitate Loki towards her, and he just couldn’t pull away.  Following her small frame through the crowded streets he watched her as she ducked and dived through the rowdy crowd, barely registering a second notice to many of the passer byes. Despite Loki’s glamour to look like an unimportant local, he stayed hidden in the shadows, skulking along hot on her trail. Suddenly a familiar voice calling Y/N’s name sent Loki’s eyes wide and caused his fists to clench. Watching her stand by his brother’s side with such a gleeful look on her face made Loki’s face contort with anger and as she took his hand he felt his stomach drop. How come his brute of a brother got everything? The power, the praise and now the girl. The only girl Loki had ever felt any sort of fondness towards, the only girl Loki could see himself actually falling for. Hell he probably already had. Turning his back on the pair Loki stormed back to the palace in a blind rage, ready to take his anger out on anyone who dared confront him.

 Y/N’s POV

 After helping Thor you had a queasy feeling in the pit of your stomach that you just could not shake. You went and taught the children as usual, cutting your session short due to your little rendezvous with Thor. Heading back up to the golden palace you noticed the subtle glances the guards gave one another as you entered. Heading to your quarters you immediately noticed the lean form of Loki sat on your small bed. “Loki, what are you doing in here?” You asked, slightly puzzled by his appearance. “So it’s Thor then? That you go and see everyday? It’s my brother that you pine over like a puppy, it’s pathetic.” He spat, leaning above you as his words sliced you like a blade. Standing up to him you shoved him in the chest, causing him to falter slightly. “I do not pine after any man, and not that it is any of your business, but if I did it would certainly not be after Thor.” You growled, face thunderous, “And I am certainly not pathetic, however it is nice to know your opinion of me.” You said, jabbing him in the chest. As you whirled around, ready to storm away from the dark-haired prince, a hand darted out, holding onto to your elbow. Before you could even get another word out Loki had spun you around, engulfing you in his arms. “You serve me, and no one else.” He murmured before crashing his lips against yours. “Always.” You murmured against his lips before wrapping your arms around his neck. “Jealousy is not a nice colour on you.” You smirked, leaning your forehead against his. “You need to learn to keep that pretty little mouth closed.” He chuckled, kissing you again, this time with a more gentle touch.

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So in the spirit of taking things we learned in Ragnarok and applying them backwards…

A somewhat younger Thor and Loki share chambers. Loki’s just learned his memory extraction technique, and one night Thor is asleep and Loki is bored, so for a bit of fun he decides to peek into Thor’s dreams. What he finds is a dream of HIMSELF in some degree of nakedness doing pretty unbrotherly things. Quickly, he scrambles back, but the damage is done…the idea is in his head now…

And the worst part is that Thor doesn’t seem to remember the dream at all.

“I should’ve been better” Loki Laufeyson X Reader

Loki X Reader

Takes place in Thor: The Dark World 

Warnings: Angst

Definition: Loki and Reader are married and after he faked his death (which she doesn’t know) she goes to go visit his grave. (I suck at descriptions) 


“Loki is dead” Thor announced as he returned to Asgard.

Your heart stopped. What? You ran to your and Loki’s  shared chambers, tears blurring your vision making you almost trip every step. You sat on your green bed sheets and buried your head in your hands, “You can’t be gone,” you whispered “you just can’t!” You sobbed and screamed, “I need you!” then took a deep breath “I need you…”


That was two months ago. You’d barely left your room, to sad to even talk or eat. But you understood that you needed to go on with your life, you needed to pass the mourning period. So, you got out of bed, subconsciously pulled on Loki’s favorite dress of yours, and walked down the golden Asgardian hall towards the Royal gardens. You passed many different rooms that made you reminisce about all the things you did with him in selected rooms. As you passed the library you remembered the countless nights the two of you spent reading, incased by hundreds of books, it was his favorite room. Besides your bedroom.

You smiled at some of sweeter memories, birthdays, anniversaries, special dates. You took a deep breath and fought your tears as you approached your dead lovers grave. “Hey Loki,” you smiled and sat in front of his tombstone. “I hope Valhalla as beautiful as we imagined,” you breathed deeply, “I haven’t done a whole lot since you… have been gone, but I’ve taken care of myself.” Tear after tear rolled down your face, “I miss you, and I’m so sorry, I could’ve been a better wife, I should of supported you more, I knew something was wrong but I didn’t push you to tell me what it was and I should’ve, when I married you, I promised to always be there for you, but I wasn’t. I could’ve been better, I should’ve been better,” You sobbed. “I should’ve been better~” You let out a loud cry and bowed your head.

~~~ Ten Yards Away~

Loki stood in the distance and watched his beloved wife. He listened to every word she said, “…I’m so sorry, I could’ve been a better wife..” Loki punched the tree next to him, he didn’t want this for her, he loved her so much, he wanted to tell her he was alive and not to mourn, but he knew he couldn’t, not without ruining his plans. “Remember how I had something to tell you?” he heard her say, he had forgotten she had news for him.

“I’m pregnant.”


A/N not my best work but I’m felling angsty so…. Hi

My Goddess

TITLE: My Goddess


Author: pocmarvelworks

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki wants an heir. So he picks you, the most beautiful woman. He keeps you captive in his chambers and breeds you multiple times a day. Until he is sure you are carrying his child.


It happened late at night, right when she’d least expect it. She was in a deep sleep. Which mean…

she didn’t hear them break in…

She didn’t hear them trash her apartment…

She didn’t hear when they broke down the door to her room.

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Am I the only one who thinks Tom Hiddleston would be perfect as Tom Riddle?

Perchance to dream


A prompt by the lovely @raven-brings-light

It had been an exhausting day and Loki couldn’t help yawning as he tucked himself under the covers. Thor had challenged him to climb Skarstind with him and he just wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Come, brother, you can’t always stay in and read books,” he urged Loki as he grabbed a book from the pile on the table trying to read it, until he realized he was holding it upside down and tossed it away. “You’ve grown pale.”

“I’m always pale,” Loki quipped licking his finger as he shuffled through the pages of “King Bor: Sustaining peace in the Nine Realms”, a thick dusty volume that no one was interested in during those days of prosperity, no one but Loki. In fact he had decided to read all the books in the palace library. Every single one of them. He’d take his time, he had all the time in the world, after all there wasn’t much a 1400 year old Asgardian prince, who was second in line of succession, was expected to do. Or so he thought.

Because Thor was now distracting him from his precious reading time. It seemed urgent. He was even leaning on Loki’s chair from behind, both hands on the chair ears, shaking Loki with it.

“Come ONNNNN,” Thor roared as his voice echoed in the empty hallways of the library. A solitary reader holding a pince-nez in front of his wrinkled squinty eyes raised his head and blinked in disdain at the two young princes. “Shhhhh!”

Thor leaned over his ear as a long strand of hair brushed lightly over Loki’s cheek like the wing of a bird made of pure gold.

“See? We’re disturbing that nice old fellow over there,” he murmured pointing at the man. “You don’t want us to make any fuss, do you?”

You are disturbing him, not me,” Loki said coldly as he turned another page, unyielding.

Thor sighed and left Loki’s chair to sit on the reading table right in front of him, entwining his fingers on his lap. He looked stunning and so much like father, Loki thought, even if he didn’t have his beard yet.

“Loki. Look. I can’t do this alone.”

“Why not.”

“I need you with me, brother!” he pleaded. “I need company. I need someone to gaze at the dawn with me while…”

“The dawn?! We’re going to have to wake up in the middle of the night if we are to catch the daybreak on the top of Skarstind!”

“Well, we could go now, make camp for the night and wake up when the sun comes out.”

“Why don’t you take your friends with you?” Loki murmured turning another page. His face was calm but a slight wrinkle appeared between his brows.

Thor scoffed. “My friends? Hogun has joined his father hunting in the forest, they won’t be back for two days. Fandral is meeting a girl tonight. Or two. Or… did he say it was three girls? Oh well. And Volstagg is… well he is…”

Loki raised his gaze from the book, keeping a straight face as slight mockery was about to reach his eyes; he knew what Volstagg had been up to, it was the talk of the court.

Thor scratched his head in embarrassment for his mighty ginger friend. “Well Volstagg is helping the servants with house cleaning. His mother said he will be doing this for a week as punishment for sneaking into the kitchen and eating alone the whole stuffed boar they were having for dinner last night.”

“I thought Volstagg was a grown man,” Loki blinked, baffled.

“Well he still lives with his mother. It’s her cooking, he can’t live without it.”

Loki tried hard not to laugh; Thor’s friends were always laughable but he wouldn’t let his brother know. He wouldn’t hurt Thor, no matter how many times his friends hurt Loki.

“How about Sif? She’s always an eager candidate to join you in your adventures, isn’t she? Much too eager these days…”

Loki said that in one breath going back to his reading, avoiding Thor’s eyes. His tone was light, teasing Thor like he always did for the constant admiration he got from girls, still there was a trace of contempt and bitterness as Loki tried hard to keep his lips from frowning. The smile he forced didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Thor sighed. “It’s not Sif I want with me on the mountain. It’s you. So are you coming or not?”

Loki’s heart leapt a bit. If Thor had found yet another excuse why Sif couldn’t come, thus making Loki the only candidate to join him on his climbing adventure, he would be able to dismiss Thor saying he didn’t want to be someone’s “last resort”. Or he could just lie like always, saying he had lots of reading to do, and then spend the rest of his day wallowing in the fact that his brother only remembered him when his new friends weren’t available, going over the same dusty page over and over again, eyes stinging but never letting go because it was enough for him to drink the bitter cup of pride again and again until the day was done and he went back to his lonely chamber.

“You could have just said you wanted me all along instead of mentioning why your friends can’t join you,” Loki sighed impatiently as he closed his book with a thud, a thin cloud of dust filling with tiny sparkles the sunbeam that was crossing the room from the large stained glass window behind them.

“Well you asked about them, didn’t you?” Thor grinned and turned. “I just answered that question.” Loki swore he could punch him in his self-satisfied face if he wasn’t afraid he might break his knuckles on Thor’s jaw.

Why did Thor always get his way? And why did he let him.

With soft movements Loki made himself comfortable under the covers trying not to wake his brother who was sleeping like a babe next to him. There should be two beds in this room, two beds. Thor and Loki had been sharing a chamber ever since Thor was old enough to protect his baby brother and keep him company; Frigga insisted on the boys being raised together, doing everything together. But on Thor’s 1400th birthday Odin ordered the servants to prepare a room for Loki. “They’re old enough to have separate chambers now,” the All-Father commanded as Loki’s bed was being moved to another room at the other end of the palace, “they’re not babies anymore.” It’s not like they didn’t have enough beds in the palace. It was a symbolic act, Odin wanted to make sure Loki got the message of not clinging to Thor anymore. Frigga protested because Loki was obviously still in need of company and support seeing that he had no other friends but Thor. Ironically, it was on that evening during the birthday celebration that Odin introduced Hogun and Fandral to Thor, both of them first born sons of Asgardian and Vanaheimian aristocracy. As a child Sif had always joined the boys in their games but now she was introduced in her satin tunic, with a hairdo that revealed her neck and a few long curls falling down her back like black snakes, all dressed up like a proper princess; her role wasn’t that of a playing companion anymore. Thor and Loki’s carefree days of games and studying together were over. Thor was meant to take the throne with a queen on his side, and his upbringing would change radically. He would now focus on sparring sessions, training all day long with the master at arms and his new friends. There was no time for daydreaming and childlike adventures, and certainly no time for Loki. Thor had to grow up.

200 years had passed since then, Thor was now 1600 years old but Loki couldn’t bring himself to forget that day.

He just couldn’t sleep, his back was aching from carrying his heavy sack up that hill all day long, his thighs and glutes burning from the strain. The dawn Thor promised him was indeed glorious, with bright golden and violet colours filling the sky, and Loki surely enjoyed watching his brother giving names to snakes and beetles they’d find on the slope. They sat on the ground to rest before reaching the peak and enjoyed the view. It was indeed magnificent.

But now there was nothing left in Loki’s body but pain, a pain that wouldn’t let him sleep. He turned to see his brother’s serene face, his calm breathing. Loki smirked thinking about father. “That day” Odin had forbidden them to sleep together but Thor whispered that father’s rules were the rules of an old fool, and Loki was still the best conversationalist he knew. The best mate. Loki would always listen to his dreams and fears about becoming king, and give him good advice. But whenever Thor asked Loki what he wanted to do when he grew up, Loki remained silent. He would either change the subject or tease Thor for wanting to be king at such a young age.

Thor would tease him back, mentioning the ladies-in-waiting at the court who would giggle whenever Loki walked by them. Thor was too used to be the center of attention and was a bit shocked to notice that his shy studious brother had his own admirers as well. To be honest, Thor thought, Loki wasn’t so bad, was he? He was rather easy on the eyes. Whenever Thor’s baffled gaze traveled from the girls back to his brother he wondered who Loki had taken after seeing that his hair was so dark compared to their parents’. And that was what always fascinated Thor, how different Loki was. From all of them. Maybe the girls saw that in him, the lanky introverted raven-haired prince with the big blue eyes and the coy smile, so different from the golden-maned heir to the throne with the broad shoulders. Thor had caught himself staring at the corners of Loki’s mouth for a bit too long, more times than he could remember. Things had changed a lot since they were kids and sharing a chamber. Thor had grown, and so did Loki, in a way Thor couldn’t fathom. He just couldn’t understand what was so thrilling about the way Loki looked at him these days.

And the way he smiled whenever Thor was around.

That smile.

Still he was the big brother, sworn to protect and guide his younger sibling. As as soon as he got used to the idea that the ladies fancied Loki as well he was eager to encourage him to court them, although he didn’t quite know how to do that. He could do it himself, but he couldn’t teach it to someone else. So his encouragement always sounded more like teasing, and that made Loki even shyer, turning the other way whenever the girls caught his eye.

But Loki didn’t turn his eyes now. Instead his gaze traveled from Thor’s hair to his naked arm, to the curve of his covered hips. Thor, as if sensing his brother’s eyes upon him in his sleep, shifted his weight and turned on his back. Loki was startled, afraid that Thor might suddenly wake up, but his brother was too deep in the realm of dreams to notice his presence. What was it that mother said the other day? “Know a man’s dreams is knowing him.” But what was there to know about Thor? Loki knew everything about him, Thor always made sure his thoughts were spoken out loud and his intentions plain as day.

Among other things Frigga had taught Loki to read minds; that was one of many magic tricks she was teaching him when Odin wasn’t looking. “I won’t let you pass your days idly for the rest of your life,” she had stated, “You may never be king but I can make you the greatest magician on Asgard.”

Soon Odin found out about their lessons but he was too busy preparing Thor to be king, traveling with him to all Nine Realms to show him the kingdoms he would rule, so he didn’t take the time to stop Frigga from taking Loki under her wing.

Making illusions of himself and other objects or animals was a fun thing to do, and Loki was very proud of his skills but he quickly got bored. Reading people’s minds was much more enjoyable. Soon enough he was teasing the servant boys telling them to put back the things they had stolen but Frigga advised him against that; people should never know his strengths, they should never know he had the advantage. Laying low was the thing to do if he wanted to get what he wanted.

He hesitated before placing his hand on Thor’s forehead. He just didn’t know exactly what he was looking for, or what Thor’s dreams might show him. Did he really want to know? Or better, did Thor have anything of value in that thick skull of his but dreams of battle, conquest, triumph and ruling? And probably a load of half-naked girls waiting for him on his bed, eager to please. Surely his brother had changed since they shared a room and Loki didn’t want one more proof of the different paths they had taken.

Still, he was curious. He removed a few strands from Thor’s face, tracing his lean chin with his finger, almost touching the tip of his lip. Thor gave a faint smile and Loki’s breath hitched. He didn’t move a muscle before making sure his brother was still sleeping. As Thor’s face relaxed Loki placed his fingertips on his forehead, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

A bright flash of lightning crossed Loki’s mind like a dagger made of pure light, slashing  through his thoughts, cutting him open, blinding him. He gnashed his teeth trying not to scream. It was so much easier when he was doing it with mother, her thoughts were always soft and smooth and welcoming like warm waves or pillowy clouds. But now Loki was feeling as if he was entering a forbidden room, like Thor had closed the door right on his face, slamming down heavy bars to keep everyone out. This was not a place that welcomed strangers.

“I’m no stranger, brother, let me in.” Loki thought, trying to focus on the center of Thor’s sleeping mind.

His mind-reading ability was still bouncing back, finding obstacles, making his spirit suffer. The more Loki tried the harder the light got until he remembered mother’s advice to take a deep breath and relax. Soon the light grew softer, dimmer, and melted away like a waterfall of sparkles making way for him to enter Thor’s mind.

The room was dimly lit by the setting sun, light escaping the curtains that were drawn over the windows. It was Thor’s room but it looked… bigger. With walls and pillars reaching the sky and everything bathing in an eerie golden light. As Loki walked on, he touched the furniture and it felt… soft. Smoother than ever, like velvet made of water. The colours that were being projected on the floor by the stained glass didn’t have names anymore, they weren’t “blue”, or “yellow”, or “red”. They were notes. They were music. Loki tried to remember what tune they played but the more he tried to listen the more the music faded away, giving way to different sounds coming from a different place in the dream. It was the echo of a young man sighing.

Loki’s spirit walked slowly towards the sound. The more he approached the clearer it was to him that it was Thor whose breath hitched from time to time as he whimpered and moaned. But it wasn’t just Thor’s breathing that Loki’s spirit could hear, there was another sound, softer, wetter, like the sound of a hungry creature, lapping.

Loki heard his own voice.

It sounded as if Thor was hurt, or wanting, and the Loki in the dream was soothing him, guiding him, encouraging him.

“Do you like it like that?” Loki heard himself whisper in a gentle voice he never knew he had. “Do you like what I’m doing?”

YES…” Thor gasped impatiently. “Please, Loki…”

“I can’t hear you, brother…” Loki was teasing, taunting him, but there was something more in his voice, something warm and dark and lustful.

“Please. Please do it,” Thor begged.

Loki had never heard his brother beg before.

“Do what?”

“Put it back in your mouth.”

Loki’s spirit stopped as he realized what his dream self was doing to his big brother, making him plead like a defenseless little boy. As he walked around a column to face the visions of Thor’s dream he stood in shock.

There he was sitting on his heels, his dream self, half-naked, with his breeches in a bundle around his knees, with his short black hair all messed up by Thor’s hand that was pushing him back on his hard-on like it was the most important, the most urgent thing in the world, like his life depended on it. Loki had seen Thor’s penis before but never erected like that. They would go swimming together in sunlit lakes or hot springs in subterranean caves when the weather was too cold, but when they were kids Loki could never imagine how… How big Thor could get.

And Thor looked glorious in his godly nudity, his naked skin shining like the sun, his warrior body like soft marble.

“And what else?…” his dream self cooed playing gently with Thor’s testicles. “What else, brother? Tell me.”

“Oh no, not that, Loki.”

“You’re going to love it, I promise.”

“If you dare put your finger inside me-“

“Then I’ll let you ride me,” Loki quipped still stroking Thor’s manhood, teasing the tip with little licks in between sentences, his big eyes wet with longing. “I’ll let you fuck me fast and hard just the way you like it. Just the way you fuck those girls.”

Thor covered his face with his hand trying to process what Loki had just told him. “Ugh… I want… But if you hurt me…”

“Oh I’d never hurt you, brother,” Loki smiled.

He took Thor’s silence as consent and he proceeded to put his middle finger in his mouth, licking it like the sweetest candy, then pulled it out to push it gently between Thor’s butt cheeks.

“Scoot forward,” Loki urged him. “Open your legs.”

Thor complied with a groan of defeat. And as Loki’s dream self swallowed him whole with one breath, taking him all in like a sheathe welcoming its blade, Thor cried out with bliss and grabbed Loki by the hair once more.

Loki’s spirit was speechless. He couldn’t process what he was seeing. He couldn’t believe those were Thor’s inner thoughts and secret desires. He closed his eyes as he felt his own young member hardening in his breeches, making it so painful, and he knew the hard on was happening in the real world as well as he was lying next to Thor with his hand on his forehead. He was hoping Thor wouldn’t wake up before he could get out of his mind.

But he didn’t want to get out of this dream. Not yet. Not ever.

When he opened his eyes again Thor was whimpering with bliss as his dream self was pushing his middle finger again and again in his brother’s virgin hole while he sucked him with the same rhythm. With each push Thor would cry out, with each shove Loki would bury his member deeper into his throat. He then pulled back and sat on all fours, stroking Thor’s manhood as he reached for his crack with his tongue, making it wet again.

Thor’s breathing got faster as Loki went back to sucking him more violently this time, his head going up and down in Thor’s lap at a frantic pace as he grabbed his brother’s hip with one hand to steady him.

“Oh… brother, this… this is it,” Thor breathed with a husky voice. “I’m-I’m going to… Oh. Don’t stop… don’t… Ah. AAAAaaah.

Thor squeezed Loki’s shoulder hard and bucked his hips forward as he came with a loud gasp, filling his brother’s mouth with his hot seed, almost choking him. And only then did Loki’s spirit realize that his dream self was jerking himself fast with his other hand, ejaculating on his hand as he let out a deep sigh. Thor closed his eyes panting as his head lolled back, and Loki held on to Thor’s knee resting his head on it, trying to catch his breath.

Loki’s spirit, still standing numb by that pillar, touched his crotch hesitantly and he almost felt his physical body lying next to Thor do the same. The sight of his dream self and his brother making love to each other and pleasuring themselves was too much to bear. And then Thor, whose hand was still lost in Loki’s dark hair, opened his eyes and looked straight at him, straight at Loki’s spirit.

Loki was terrified. He had seen him, Thor’s dream self had seen him. Suddenly he felt a violent pull at the back of his head and his navel, and the golden string of light that was connecting him with his physical body retracted like a spring, pulling him all the way out of Thor’s mind and back into the real world.

He sat right up, gasping desperately for air as his mind and body were one again and jumped right out of bed, terrified of what Thor might see in the light of the moons coming through the window, or what he might feel if his brother was too close to him. However Thor’s awakening was rather calm and peaceful. He slowly rubbed his eyes and yawned, then patted the mattress next to him looking for a presence that was no longer there, and lifted his head a little.

“Loki, what are you doing standing there?”

“I’m… I was about to… to take the pot and…”

“Hmm? Well you don’t seem to need one since you’ve already pissed yourself. Are you alright?”

Loki stared down his crotch and saw the large wet stain on his white linen breeches.

Thor blinked in disbelief, still not fully awakened. “Did you have a dream?”

“I - What? Uuuuh…” Loki was still searching for the right words. Did Thor really see him watching him in his wet dream?

“I know I did,” Thor said cheerfully as he lifted the covers to look at himself. “Look at this mess.”

Loki lowered his gaze in embarrassment as Thor got up to grab a towel from the drawers; he gathered any courage he had left and managed to form a sentence, trying to sound as indifferent as he could.  “It must have… I gather it was quite a dream, wasn’t it?”

“I have no idea,” Thor shrugged as he pushed the towel in his breeches wiping himself. “I don’t remember my dreams lately.”

“But… but surely you must remember what caused this,” Loki stuttered, pushing himself to smile like it was nothing.

“Well, if I had to guess it was probably Sif and that new girl from Vanaheim, the blonde, you know her? I’m sure if she and Sif agreed to bathe together one day they would gladly-”

Loki squeezed his eyes shut and cringed. “Did you really have to tell me? Now that image is imprinted in my brain.”

Thor chuckled as he bundled up the towel and threw it at his brother who grabbed it with a reluctant frown. “Well you asked, didn’t you?” he smirked. “I just answered your question.”

Please Don’t Leave Me ~Loki Imagine~

Summary: After the events in New York, you watch as your husband is taken into custody. This causes you to be sad and numb when you realize your husband had turned evil. However, Thor had arranged something for you to feel a little better. 

Author’s Note: This is technically a requested imagine because a couple of you wanted a part 2 I guess? Also, I want to tag @studyforthreehands. I don’t know what tagging is but here. 

Originally posted by lokitty

You watched as Loki get sent to the cells liked the rest of the prisoners in Asgard. You watch in pain and regret as you saw your husband go inside. A few days passed and you decided to talk to him. 

“You look well,” You tell him. Loki looked over at you and frowned. 

“What are you doing here?” Loki asked. 

“I just wanted to see you,” You tell him. 

“Well here I am,” Loki said. 

“I miss you,” you tell him. 

“Is that so?” Loki asked. 

“Please. I do not wish to fight,” You tell him.

“Then why didn’t you choose my side?” Loki asked. 

“I believe we should save the ones who can’t save themselves. I do not wish to rule a place with people who fear us,” You tell him.


“I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore,” You tell him before running out. This was a mistake, you thought to yourself.

You were in your chambers that you used to share with Loki. You lied on the bed in sadness as you stared at the empty spot in your bed. A knock was heard from the other side of the doors. 

“Enter,” You said, sitting up now. Thor walked in making you stand up.

“What is it Thor?” You ask him.

“I just came over to check up on you,” He said. 

“I’m fine,” You lied. 

“I know you’re not, Y/N,” Thor said. You stared at him as he knew you couldn’t lie to him.

“I miss him,” You tell him.

“I know you do,” Thor said. 

A few days later, you lied on the bed again, thinking about Loki. You heard a knock on the door making you get out of bed. You walked over to the door and opened it. You saw Thor there along with some guards. 

“Thor, what is the meaning of this?” You asked. 

“It’s just for tonight,” Thor said before, revealing Loki. 

“Loki?” you asked in shock. He walked inside the room and Thor took off the cuffs on Loki’s wrists. Thor walked out of the room and closed the door. 

“Y/N, my love. I want to apologize,” Loki said. 

“For taking over Midgard?” You asked him.

“And for hurting you. I never meant to hurt you emotionally,” Loki said, holding you close. 

“I just wanted us to be together, Loki. Raise a family together,” You tell him.

“I’m sorry,” Loki said, leaning down to kiss you. You kissed back with passion as you missed his lips on yours. When he pulled back, his lips were still close to yours. 

“But I will not change on who I am,” Loki said. 

“I know,” You tell him.

“Why would you still agree to be my wife if you know that I have turned evil?” Loki asked. 

“Because, somewhere deep inside you, I know that the man I married is still in there,” You tell him.

“I love you Y/N. Forever and always,” Loki said before kissing you again. 

You kissed back as he picked you up and put you on the bed. His lips trailed down from your lips to your neck. Luckily, Loki knows how to cast a sound proof spell in your chambers. 

anonymous asked:

HC for Valki: they like to take baths together. its a bonding thing for them since they don't get much time alone.

Yesss! This is a perfect idea! There are so many ways it could go every time they take a bath together! 

Loki x Val bonding during/over bathtime:

-The first time they take a bath together it’s because Loki is hurt and can barely stand on his own. 

-Val runs him a bath, helps him out of his clothes (there’s lots of protesting from him) and practically throws him in.

-”You go can go now.” Loki snips struggling to even sit up in the tub.

-Valkyrie rolls her eyes and starts to undress as well. Ignoring the way Loki eyes her sharply. 

-The tub is big enough to the point that if they didn’t want to, they wouldn’t have to touch at all. But Loki is hurt and his eyes are becoming duller by the second so Val scoots close and starts to wash his hair. 

-After that, while the two of them are growing close, Loki finds that they hardly get any time to themselves. Someone (mainly Thor) is always interrupting. 

-”Take a bath with me tonight.” He asks her at lunch. Val gives him a confused look but nods before getting up from the table. 

-When she arrives in his chambers, Loki is waiting for her and he takes her hand gently as he leads her to the bathroom. 

-The tub is full of hot water with a sweet scent. There are bubbles practically overflowing it. The lights are dimmed. Loki’s even got candles. 

-Before Val can say anything, he’s hugging her from behind and kissing her neck softly. “Ladies first.” 

-This time it’s Loki that washes the dirt from her body, massages her scalp as he washes her hair and rubs the tension from her shoulders. 

-They sit with Val between his legs, her back pressed against his chest. His arms held her tightly to him and Val finds herself playing and toying with his long fingers. 

-”We should make this a weekly thing,” Val suggests, her hand bringing Loki’s up so that she can bite gently on his index finger.

I’ve got a couple more that I’ll add onto this later. But Val and Loki taking baths together is cute and there are so many possibilities. Anybody wanna add on a Valki bath adventure of their own?


Warnings: mention of suicide. Please leave if it this might trigger something. Feel free to message if you are going something tough right now and want to talk.

He didn’t dare to look into her eyes. He physically felt how tensed her muscles were, how disappointed and broken she was. Still she was trying to sound caring and knowing. And he hates it from the bottom of his heart. He wanted you to scream and yell to be mad at him.

Yet you were standing in front of him, eyes filled with tears and gulp back sobs. His patience run out and he screamed instead of you “You are the stupidest mortal I ever seen! And the biggest mistake I have ever done! You are just huge mockery of nature! Wish I’ve never met you!” your heart dropped. They were exactly words that your mother used to say. “I am sorry. I was and I’ve always been mistake” you managed to get out few words and grabbed your coat and run away from room.

Loki watched your retreating figure quickly, and gritted his teeth “At least she won’t be in danger. Even if I lost only human who believed in me,” he thought with regret. Hela appeared behind him and dropped on chair lazily “How did it go?” Loki’ eyes flashed on her and he answered angrily “Better than you imagined” Hela laughed and nastily said, “At least her death won’t be on your conscience” Loki froze on his place and turned his head to her “What do you mean?” “Nothing, honey. You will see soon” with demonic laugh, she disappeared.

You were driving to your favorite place in the city, riverbank. You slipped red lights several times but it didn’t bother you. The rush, the way your heart beats in your ears. He’s the one for whom your heart beats. And if he thinks that it is useless…then you don’t need to live anymore.

When you reached to your place, the town sank into darkness. There were lights everywhere. You stood for a while appreciated the perfect view. It was the highest place in NY. The place, you always find peace.

Suddenly your phone rang. Sam. “Hey sweetie. How are you?” his voice made you smile weakly. I wanted to talk about it. I wanted to scream. But all I could do was take a deep breath answer calmly “I am fine, I will call you later, deal? There is some stuff I have to finish” “Ok. See you later” and you were alone in darkness.

It wouldn’t be a lie if said you didn’t adjust to it. If you could deal with darkness inside it is not a big problem to meet it outside too. You would lie if you said you weren’t happy in your life. Actually, you were happy but you had always felt emptiness deep in your bones. When Loki came in to your life this emptiness seemed to be gone. Now it showed up. Strong as it never was.

You had planned it long time ago. Every detail. You locked the door of your car, carefully hidden key and approached to cliff. You legs were trembling and heart was running faster every second. You closed your eyes and stepped into darkness. You passed out and only thing you saw before you closed your eyes were lights of city.

When you composed yourself, you were in chamber. In your chamber. Loki were standing right next to bed and stared at you “Since when it is okay to hurt yourself?” he tried to sound still but his eyes filled with sadness betrayed him. You sat up and looked at him without any word. He continued while rubbing hands nervously “Why did you not talk to me? Why did you do it?” You felt anger bubbling inside you “Don’t. Don’t pretend that I actually matter for you. You made yourself clear several hours ago”

Loki said nothing. And you heard Sam’s voice from hall who rushed into room like hurricane and he exclaimed “You are alive!” You smiled weakly and answered “Oh, yeah Mr. Obvious” Sam turned to Loki and his gaze suddenly became hateful “You better leave this place now” Loki grinned and shrugged his shoulders and left room. You were watching him until he hide behind the wall.

Hela was waiting for him outside. When he went out, she smirked weirdly “So I suppose your pet is alive, isn’t she?” Loki grabbed her and pinned to the wall “You promised not touch her” Her grin became wider “I promised but I am not responsible for stupidity of your mortal” “Don’t lie to me! I know how you do it!” yelled he. “If you want to make it stop, there is actual solution” she laughed and stared at him. Loki was in hesitation for a second and agreed. She was in amazement and asked, “What is really special in her that you are willing to lose your immortality for her?” He released her and closed his eyes wearily “None of your business. Do your job already”

And there you were, sitting in your room, hurt and not aware of sacrifice of your lover, who was dying outside in heavy rain lonely and devastated, whom only dream was love.

Loki x Asguardian!reader - Green Eyed Monster

A/N - So this is set before the first Thor movie, I wanted it to be teen Loki but I think I prefer writing normally for now. I feel like this needs a part 2 so definitely let me know if you feel the same and I’ll get to it. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Angry, upset Loki

Plot: Reader is asked to describe her crush, it’s all fun and games until someome gets upset.


I walk alongside Loki in the gardens, an old past time of ours. We did it when we were younger, and we still do it now. Our walks in the gardens are something that won’t ever be forgotten about.

I bite my lip and look up at him, he’s been tense all day, it’s clear to see. His stiff back, his eyes staring no where but forward, the fact he’s been walking faster than usual.


Thor is to become king in two days. I know he isn’t too happy about that, but what can he do? All he can do is accept it.

I sigh, taking a chance, “Loki… would you like to talk about it?”

He turns to face me and scoffs, “Talk about it? What is there to talk about? That oaf is being crowned king and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. Except remain in his shadows. Second best as always.”

I frown, “Don’t speak of yourself that way. You’ll always come first to me.”

He narrows his eyes, “But does coming first to you change the fact that my brother is to be king? No, it changes nothing, Y/N.”

I press my lips together, trying not to tear up, trying to look as though his words didn’t hurt me. But in reality they hurt like hell, stung and burned me. How could he say such a thing, in such a cold manner? Does being king really mean this much to him?

I look up at him, letting out a shaky breath, tears threatening to fall.

His face turns from that of a harsh glare to a frown, as he steps closer to me, taking my hand, “Y/N….you know I didn’t mean that, I just feel…cheated. As if what my father has been telling me was all a lie. That Thor was always destined to get the throne and I never had a chance. I truly am sorry for my words.”

He pulls me into a hug and I immediately feel myself melting against him, my arms wrapping around his torso, burrying my face in his chest.

I feel him take a deep breath moments before he lets go, he offers me a small smile and I return it before he speaks, “Shall we sit down?”

I nod and follow him to a small patch of grass, sitting opposite to him.

He speaks after a minute of silence, “How about we play a game?”

I nod in response, “What did you have in mind?”

He bites his lip, “Maybe a game that involves answering truthfully. One of us asks a question, the other answers with the full truth.”

I chuckle, “But you’re the God of mischief, how would I know you’re being truthful?”

He smiles a little, “I’m always truthful with you.”

I grin at him and nod, “As am I with you. I’ll as first, if that’s fine with you?” I get only a nod in response.

I think for a moment, “hmm, was it you or Thor that cast the exploding spell on the dwarf in Nidavellir?”

He lets out a soft chuckle, “it was me, but Thor seemed so excited that I stood back and let him have the glory. It’s my turn now, yes?”

I nod, awaiting his question, wondering what exactly he could ask me.

He smiles, “Do you have your eye on anyone romantically? And if so, who?”

I hesitate for a moment, “Well, there is someone…”

He raises his eyebrows, “But who?”

I sigh, “I’m not going to tell you who, but I’ll describe them, yes?”

He nods in response and I take a deep breath, “Well, he’s kind and caring and when I’m upset he always knows how to to put me in a good mood. His sense of humour is…unique, but his laugh brightens my day without fail. He has the most gorgeous long hair, beautiful eyes. He’s strong, a good leader-”

He stands up abruptly, a scowl on his face, “I always knew you’d end up falling for my brother.” And with that he storms off, not giving me the chance to speak.


I rush through the palace, trying to find Loki. It’s been an hour since he stormed off and he was no where to be found.

I bump into someone, looking up to see the face of Thor.

He frowns, “Lady Y/N, what’s troubling you?”

I sigh, “Have you seen Loki?”

He nods, “That I have, but I would not cross his path for a while. He seems upset. He’s in his chambers, but I would speak to him in the morning when he has calmed.“

I nod, “Yes, Thank you.” I smile at him and continue through the corridor.


(Sad, angry baby Loki’s POV)

How could she? I trusted her when she said I always come first. But now I know the truth, I know it was all an act.

To say I have feelings for her is an understatement. I’m completely in love with her, but now I have to forget. She wants my brother. Thor always gets what he wants.

I stand up, my fists clenched, my teeth gritted. I yell as I punch the wall, leaving a crack there.

“How could she?!” I let the tears fall as I crumble to my knees.

“How could she….”


Imagine some renovations are being done to yours and Lokis chambers. Until they’re finished, you’re staying with Frigga and Odin and sleeping in a bedroom two doors down. Loki knows you’re a screamer and wakes you in the middle of the night by sneakily positioning himself, tightly gripping your thighs and instantly begins to devour you with his lips and tongue. You can only whisper when pleading with him to stop as your getting so close to release but he completely ignores you, quickly and easily tossing you over the edge. You lose it and cry out in pleasure covering your own mouth and hope that no one heard you. You think he’s done when moves from his spot and you lay there with your eyes closed catching your breath. Then he crawls up your body and smoothly slides into you, moving his hips at a torturously slow pace until you lose it again and scream out his name. When it’s all over he lays down beside you and smirks. “Have I mentioned all the bedrooms are soundproof, Darling?”

Hurt to Heal (Loki x Goddess!Reader)

A/n: hey peeps! Got another interesting Request that i fell in love with! Let’s imagine this taking place in Jotunheim like in Thor. Hope you lords enjoy!!!

Request: @maroonracoonlagoon said:  Could you write a mini fic of Loki x Goddess!Reader where reader is the goddess of life and destruction (can destroy anything they please, but can also heal/repair anything. Only downside is the healing process hurts 2x as much as the original injury) Where during a battle, Loki loses an arm and Reader feels really bad about it but heals/regenerates his arm. Oki thx m8

“Listen brother! We can not be the reason to start a war!” Loki proclaimed. You nodded your head but the others didn’t agree with his opinion.

“They’ve already started it Loki, our job is to end it. Now… WHO WANTS TO SAVE ASGARD?” Thor asked raising his hammer in the air and waving it like a baton. Loki and you looked at each other in disapproval but ended up following them. As we all rode our horses over the bridge, we came to a stop in front of Heimdall.

“Thor! I can not let you pass without All Fathers permission!” You all looked at each other then Thor spoke up once again.

“I will soon be the righteous king of Asgard. If you let us pass, I will offer you a wish.” Heimdall thought for a second before he walked up the steps towards the centre.

“If anything goes wrong, you shall be the one to take responsibility!” As he said those words, he inserted his sword and turned it. In a matter of seconds, you all landed in a icy blue realm.

“Jotunheim.” Loki gasped at the sight of the deserted place, or as you all thought it was.

“So this is where the King lost his eyes!” Fandral said in aw.

“Well, he did put an end to the war but here we are, trying to break the peace between both realms.” You mumbled.

“Thor Odinson! Why are you stepping feet onto my land?” You all turned into different directions, looking for the man behind the voice.

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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.