One of them was dedicated to worshiping hearts and flowers. Another date was set aside for deliberately losing- and
finding
badly decorated boiled eggs and paying homage to a giant rabbit. Then there was Halloween- the holiday where everyone dressed in strange clothing and invaded others’ dwellings to beg for sweets.
That was where Loki found himself- wandering the streets of New York on Halloween night.
A/N: The sequel/conclusion to Going Up. I wasn’t planning on writing it, but people asked and once I realized what the title had to be, I couldn’t stop. It’s almost twice as long, with more sexy bits. The last third ended up gentler than I planned with Loki more as a sensual, generous lover, so um… yeah.
As it turned out, I didn’t call Loki that night. Or the next. I went home and told myself that I would call him after a shower. Then I thought maybe I should have dinner first. By the time I was done cooking and eating and cleaning up, I had convinced myself that it was too late in the evening to call him and that I should wait until tomorrow. What if he went to bed early? I didn’t want to wake him up.
I knew these were pathetic excuses. I wanted to call him. But I just couldn’t get up the nerve. What was I going to say? "Hi, remember me, I’m the girl you shagged in an elevator?“ I blushed just thinking about it. It had been incredible. I certainly didn’t regret it. But was going back for more a good idea? Was it better just to leave it as a fling, a little fun in an elevator, something special?
Summary: Agreeing to let the God of Lies train you on the use of Asgardian spacecraft had been a terrible, terrible idea. Now that he’s got you in his hands… you aren’t sure if he’s ever going to let you go.
Word Count: 2105
Pairing: Loki/Reader
Rating: M (smut-with-a-side-of-plot)
A/N: It seemed like quite a few people enjoyedShip It, so of course, my mind ran away with a followup… 😅 Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Til the Pain Starts, 1.8k, Avengers-era, taking a stab at a minor canon-divergence Loki-whump/angst ficlet, every so often I manage to write something short, idea courtesy of @portraitoftheoddity (enabler in chief)
The Black Widow – Barton’s ‘Nat’ – came to him like a panther feigning a limp. She was good – he might have fallen for it, tempted by that seeming weakness, had he not been so thoroughly warned by his loyal hawkling. She plays to their expectations, he’d explained, and for all Loki’s influence the admiration in his voice remained plain as day. Acts weak, and when they fall for it she goes in for the kill.
All he needed to do was keep quiet, watch her with casual indifference as she poked and prodded for an opening. He’d thought he might need to drive more wedges between the members of Fury’s cobbled together team, but they were already on the point of falling apart. The scepter would only make that worse, and Fury’s lies would add further discord.
All he needed to do was wait. And if this was the worst they could throw at him…
The Widow sighed. “If you won’t make me an offer,” she said, her voice cold steel, “your next visitors won’t be so nice. You know that, right?”
Summary: “The sun will shine on us again.” These are the words that Thor Allfather holds close to his heart… despite the fact that Loki just can’t quite seem to stop dying.
Word Count: 5811
Relationship: Thor & Loki
Rating: T
A/N: Back from my mini-hiatus a few days early because this concept popped into my head while I was listening to the song Blood on My Name, and I wrote it like a woman possessed. This one’s a little different from the stories that I’ve written before (it’s primarily gen, with a little background Loki/Sigyn). I hope that you enjoy it! ❤️👩🏼💻
A/N: Vampire!Loki in which he uses his shapeshifter abilities to reward his follower.
The dark-haired prince cloaked himself in shadow, watching the object of his current fascination as she lay sprawled over her couch, book in hand. It was strange that he should find a mortal woman so captivating, but nevertheless, she enchanted him. Her name was Iris, a name she wore proudly and wore well. They had met before; she was one of the very few humans left who still prayed to him.
There wasn’t anyone else waiting for the elevator when I pressed the “up” button. That was a little unusual- there were almost always a few other people going up, this was a busy building. A door ding-ed and as I stepped into the elevator, a man rushed up behind me and slipped inside with me. I glanced at him. He certainly didn’t look like he’d been running for the elevator and there really hadn’t been anyone around a moment ago.
I smiled nervously at him. “Thirty-seven?” I asked, reaching out to hit the buttons for both of us since I was closer. I’d seen him around the building when I came for my appointments. We seemed to end up in the same elevator often, although we’d never been alone like this. Usually it was a crowded elevator but he’d manage to find a space near me and reach across or around me to hit the button for thirty-seven, brushing up against me as he did so. In my more confident moments, I thought he was doing it on purpose, trying to let me know that he was interested in me. But then I’d remember what he looked like and I would laugh at myself. No, it had to be just a coincidence, he was far too good-looking to be into me. But I would be lying if I said I hadn’t started dressing a little nicer on the days that I came here, though. Just in case.
I was tagged by @kawakaeguri and @kagetsukai and @star–nymph. Thank you, lovelies! I haven’t been writing much, but this is the last thing I have.
The absence of a proper kiss, the way their frantic coupling had burnt out into a mere touching of lips, heated breaths traded in that shared space as his hips continue to slowly draw out the aftershocks, makes her wonder if she ought to feel guilty.
Maker's Breath 