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Honeymooners Pt 3

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“So it’s just an open buffet?” Loki muttered, holding his tray of food.

You stood close to him, feeling nervous. “I guess so, we grab what we want, then err, find a seat.”

Loki sighed, “And on our special day, every seat is taken.”

“There’s a booth over there, that couple looks nice, maybe we could get to know them, see if they’ve seen anything suspicious.”

Loki raised his eyebrow and glanced down at you. “Darling, I don’t know if you’ve forgotten, but mortals aren’t the most aware of magical activity, you thought you were alone in the universe for centuries. Something as small as a magical portal, hidden by the operator of this establishment would certainly go unnoticed.”

You bit your lip, “Well, shouldn’t we mingle or something? If we keep to ourselves, will that look suspicious?”

“How am I to know, these mortal customs are ridiculous.”

“I’m sure you have weird customs.”

“We do but this one is far stranger.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, balancing your tray in one hand and sighed. “Look, husband, darling, light of my life,” Loki snorted and you continued, “as your wife, I’m saying that we go befriend a couple so I can uh, show my husband off. Because I’m more in love and proud that he took me here, alright? Besides, people are going to start wondering why we’re standing in a corner and not just eating.”

Loki scowled, “Couldn’t we go back to the room and eat?”

“No, I’m not having people think weird things about me.”

Chuckling, Loki shook his head, “The food you chose is hardly conducive to such activities anyways.”

“I know, I chose them on purpose.” You called over your shoulder, making your way through the tables and over to the solitary booth.

“Hey there, I’m sorry to be rude, but there’s no other tables available.” You trailed off, looking around the room to double check that there were indeed no tables.

“Oh absolutely! Come sit by us! We were so lucky to steal this table from another couple that got up at the last second, you’d think that they wouldn’t over book like this, or at least have as many tables as rooms.” The woman shook her head. She was short and petite with deeply tanned skin and long auburn hair that trailed past her shoulders. Her eyes were the color of deep caramel and she seemed to glow in the presence of her new husband. “I’m Clara by the way.”

You told her your name and glanced over your shoulder, making sure Loki was behind you. “And this is Loki, my husband, it feels so weird finally saying it.”

“Doesn’t it though?” Clara beamed, “this is my husband, Toran.” The man beside her appeared tall, not as tall as Loki but still taller than you. He had broad shoulders, built in a way that reminded you of Thor - bulky - but you didn’t doubt Loki was stronger than him. Why that suddenly mattered to you was beyond your knowledge and you forced the thought away. His hair was dirty blonde, short cropped and he had a small blonde soul patch growing under his lower lip.

“Hey there.” Toran offered his hand for you to shake.

You shook it and thanked them for making space for the two of you. Toran stood up and moved around to sit beside his wife and you slid into the booth, allowing Loki to have the edge.

Loki glanced distrustfully at Toran but finally sat down and forced a smile.

“Don’t mind him, he’s just shy.” You looked at Loki and smiled.

Loki’s eyes darkened, that scowl ready to spread across his face but he was supposed to be a happy newlywed and forced a smile. “Forgive me, I’d rather have my beloved all to myself but it seems only right that I show her off.”

Clara giggled, “He’s so sweet. Toran and I have been in our room all day, we got married yesterday, it’s been so lovely, just really having time to ourselves.”

Loki snorted into his drink and you elbowed him in the ribs.

She continued, “Have you two been, you know, not to be too forward or anything, I’m just not sure how much is normal here, Toran says he’s tired and needs some time to recoup.”

You flushed deeply and Loki took another drink to stifle his laugh. “Well we just got here a few hours ago, but wanted to uh, take things slow a bit, really enjoy the time getting to err…” You trailed off, looking to Loki for help.

Loki’s eyes sparkled as he looked down at you, “Whatever you want, my love, it’s about us I know, but you deserve to be worshiped, you are the princess of my life after all.”

You grit your teeth and forced a smile, turning back to the couple across from you, “Isn’t he sweet?”

“He calls you his princess?” Clara cooed, “Toran, you don’t have that many pet names for me, how come?” She glared at him and he glared across at Loki.

You jumped, knee hitting the table as Loki squeezed a particularly sensitive spot on your leg. “Sorry, thought there was a bug.” You managed to grumble as Loki faked a coughing fit to hide his laughter.

“Oh I hope it wasn’t a spider, I absolutely hate those things.” Clara’s eyes widened as she scanned the booth for signs of the bug.

“It was probably nothing.” You quickly added.

“My darling here gets a little jumpy sometimes.” Loki managed to choke out, his laughter finally subsiding.

“So are you two going to take advantage of the shops here, or the hot tubs, they’re natural and built into the side of the mountain, hot streams come right up and this place was built around it.” Toran asked the pair of you.

“I hadn’t really thought that far ahead.”

“Really? Clara has spent years making her plans for this place.”

“I, oh…” You trailed off, worried that this could blow your cover.

“I made a list,” Clara interjected, “but that’s just me. I think it’s lovely that you’re more just go with the flow, I think that’s more romantic, don’t you Toran?” He nodded and she continued, “but we were thinking of visiting the beach tomorrow, you know the tram that is a never ending cycle up and down, so you can go at any time. Thought if we weren’t too tired we’d see the sunrise or maybe just enjoy the water.”

“I was thinking of doing that tomorrow as well.” You glanced at Loki and he shrugged.

“It’s clothing optional, there’s little cordoned off places for privacy if couples want to, you know.” She cleared her throat and blushed again, glancing at Toran.

You blinked hard, “Right, right, of course.”

Loki wrapped his arm around your shoulder, lacing his fingers into your hand, “My beloved here is awfully shy.”

Toran interrupted, “Actually it’s nude required, no clothes allowed once you step foot on the sand. At least, that’s what I read, not sure how enforced it is.” He looked Clara up and down, clearly mentally undressing her.

You glanced at Loki, the two of you making eye contact and swallowed nervously. Seeing Loki in all his glory tomorrow? Could you handle that?

“Oh, watch for the seismic activity, that’s what we were told, the floors kinda tremble at night sometimes and that lovely hotelier said that it’s just the deep set volcanic activity.” Clara said as she stood up, “We should probably get back to our room, look forward to seeing you two tomorrow at the beach.” Her eyes trailed over Loki for a minute and you felt a surge of jealousy and possessiveness well within you.

Loki seemed oblivious to her look, simply staring at you still. Toran followed after Clara, the pair bidding you both good night and left.

“Could that be the portal, I thought you said it was an inactive volcano?” Loki lowered his voice to ask you.

You forced your thoughts away from the look Clara had given Loki and considered it. “If it’s a big and powerful enough portal, siphoning who knows what through it, that would make sense that the ground trembles. Awfully irresponsible that the owner wouldn’t know.”

“Unless he’s in on it.”

“Well hopefully we’ll run into him tomorrow.”

“Not on the nude beach though.” Loki added absently, munching on the last of his food.

You groaned, resting your head on the table, “Don’t remind me.”

Loki chuckled, “Come now, love, only a week more of this, it will be lovely. Let’s get back to our room and figure out our sleeping arrangements.”

“I kinda hate you right now.” You grumbled.

“You can’t hate me pet, we’ve only been married one day.”

“My next husband better bring me here too.”

Loki laughed, a smile widening across his face as he gently kissed your cheek, his fingers playing with your hair. “Shall I carry you to bed?”

“No, you’ll make a scene. Every other guy here will think he has to in order to please his wife.”

“I would carry my wife, she would want for nothing.”

“She’d want a divorce, putting up with you.”

“You wound me.”

You straightened up, making sure you hadn’t actually upset him but Loki continued to grin at you, eyes alight with mischief. Rolling your eyes, you playfully shoved his chest. Loki caught your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

“Shall we, love?”

You rolled your eyes again, “C’mon you goon, let’s go figure out how to sleep in that sex bed.”

Drunk Lips and Snake Hips

TITLE OF STORY: Drunk Lips and Snake Hips
AUTHOR: freudensteins-monster
GENRE: Humour, Erotica
FIC SUMMARY: Sigyn returns to Asgard after a month away only to be greeted by a very drunk, and very amorous, Loki.
WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHORS NOTES/FEEDBACK/COMMENTS: I whipped this up this evening after @ladyaudiophile assaulted me with an awful, awful prompt. It’s unbeta’d - you can yell at me later. And the title is… meh, but I was struggling to come up with something. Also… Hello to my new followers and thank you to my existing followers - all 1800 of you - Enjoy! xoxox

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DRABBLE- Accidents

Fandom: Avengers
Character: Loki
Prompt: ‘”I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me.”’

(A/N: Y/A/N = Your Asgardian (God) Name)

Checking the sky outside through the large floor-to-ceiling windows covering the palace’s wall, you huffed a little when you saw that it still wasn’t quite midnight yet. It was another celebratory feast in honour of Thor after he’d defeated…someone or other.

You were leaning heavily against the wall with a large tumbler of -alcohol of some variety?- and wishing that you could just go back to your guest chambers and sleep already. After travelling long hours from your home kingdom to Asgard to visit your childhood friends, Thor and Loki, you’d began to realise just how much things had changed since you last came here some fifty years ago and the boys were still boys (or as boyish as demi-Gods could get.)

Thor and Loki had still been racing each other through halls and sneaking under feast tables to steal Ferragrin wings and drumsticks when you last visited, and you had been playing childishly along with them. But that had all been before the other lands began to fight back against Asgard’s empiric rule. And so now, Thor and Loki fought as warriors and risked death far more often than any man should.

You’d spent almost six months in Asgard now and had refreshed that old bond with the brothers, especially Loki. His quiet and calculated character appealed to you in a way that Thor’s outgoing and loud personality didn’t.

Sighing, you downed the rest of your drink in one quick motion and planted the glass on the tray of a passing waiter, and made to retire to your room.

“Lady Y/A/N,” Loki called, coming over to you with a shy smile on his face- something he wore like he forgot hit was there when he spoke to you. “You-you’re not leaving already, are you?”

Chewing your lip, you spared a longing look across the large ball room in the direction of where you knew there was a grand four poster furnished bed waiting for you with canopies and so many pillows… “Umm, well it is getting rather late and I’m really rather tired,” you told him regrettably with a small shrug and apologetic twinge to your lips.

Loki seemed to be steeling himself with concentrated inhales and it didn’t become apparent why until he took both your hands in his and caught your gaze with his anxious jades. “Y/A/N, I wish to confess to you something that I-I-I thought was long forgotten and abandoned, but has instead revealed itself again as something very– umm, very, now– here. Oh Gods, umm, Y/A/N, I love you. Dearly. A-and I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me but…” his voice trickled off like a dying spring, and was barely above a whisper when he said, “You’re like no one I have ever met and it’s like…it’s like…you keep me sane and the first time you left to go home to rule your kingdom after your father died, a piece of me died. A-and it’s only now that I’m realising just how big that part of me was now that it’s finally back.

And…I don’t want to lose it again.”

His words had left you speechless and all you could do was watch him with emotion watering your eyes. “Loki, I-I had no idea…” was all you could manage to say and you bit down on your lip before you did something stupid, because all you wanted to do right now was kiss him-

Your thoughts were cut off by his lips on yours and you let yourself sink into the kiss, cupping the back of his neck with one hand and tangling the other in his hair. Feeling his hands slide around your waist, you kissed him back with fervor and momentarily forgot about the room full of people surrounding you.

It was possibly only Thor’s loud whoop of joy that brought you both back to reality when it was followed by a large cry of “Finally!” directed at the two of you.

The idea that Thor had known of your love for Loki before you had was vaguely disconcerting.

The Light of the Trickster

Author: lokifuckyeah
Imagine: Imagine telling Sif (your best friend) about your feelings for Loki, and she warns you about him. Once You and Loki are dating, Sif never seems to leave you two alone together.
Rating: 16+ for Content later on.
Chapters: One
Notes/Warnings: Apologies for the delay. I’ve been fairly busy and this chapter turned out longer than expected. I am a Lokean, and I’m really quite proud to be writing Loki as seen in Norse Mythology. It’s also UPG.

Chapter Two:

Sigyn gazed at her reflection in a piece of tall glass. Frejya had drawn her blonde hair back into a single braid, with two thick curls falling down around her heart shaped face. She wore a red dress with gold trimmings around her neck and the hem. “How do I look?”

“Perfect. Come, let us go to the feast. You must try the mead; Freyr has finally perfected it.” Frejya chuckled. “He made it rather strong last year. Thor was complaining of a sore head for several days after he woke.”

Sigyn laughed. “I sure hope I will not be required to dance. My mother taught me one before she died, but I worry it will make me quite emotional if I hear the music again.”

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