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"Almighty Thanos. I, Loki, Prince of Asgard... Odinson... The rightful King of Jotunheim, God of Mischief, do hereby pledge to you, my undying fidelity."

Loki didn't know what he was doing, what his plan was, but he knew only one thing, don't let Thor die.

He rolled the dagger in his hand, waiting for the perfect moment to stab Thanos, a pathetic excuse of a living being.

"Undying?" Thanos mocked, "you should choose your words more carefully."

Thanos slapped Loki hard, hard enough for Loki's face to numb the pain for a few seconds as he fell to the floor and then later felt the sting. Loki winced on the ground.

The prince felt his torso compress by the weight of a weapon or a foot, he didn't know, and neither did he care. He was just tired of everything, the running, the hiding, making sure no one would notice that broken smile, making sure no one would see the pain.

Then he was dragged up roughly, his neck being held as though he was some sort of rag doll. If this was the end, so be it.

He heard a muffled scream, presumably from Thor, when he was thrown to the floor again. But instead of feeling sharp, broken glass and cold metal, Loki felt something soft, something with a texture.

It wasn't dark anymore, there weren't any sounds of crackling fires, no heavy breathing or even the faint smell of blood. The prince let his eyes flutter open as he used his hands to get off whatever he fell on, only to discover he was far from a spaceship.

He was on a floor- of a kitchen, he assumed- on carpet that was cleaned recently which made it so soft.

"Where am I?" he wondered out loud as he got up, feeling the impact of him being thrown to the ground.

He took in his surroundings as he sat on his knees. Loki felt something drip into his mouth as he studied the humongous pile of dirty dishes filling the sink and the countertop scattered with crumbs of eaten food. He held his hand up to his nose, only to understand that he got a nosebleed.

This made Loki a little anxious. Gods normally didn't get nosebleeds.

He stood up, feeling the immense pressure of gravity crushing him. He only felt this harsh gravity while he was on Earth. Maybe this was Earth, considering the technology of the room containing just a simple stove, microwave oven in the corner, tiny fridge and dirty chimney.

Loki walked to the sink, washing away the dishes and piling them up neatly using his magic to wash his cuts and clean himself up. He was thankful to still have that. He needed to get back to Thor, but he needed help. And he was going to get help right after he helped himself to a bath and some food.

He studied the fridge as he scrubbed off the blood that had dried on his hands and face. Fridge magnets in the shape of letters were arranged on the freezer door, spelling out a name.

The syllables rolled off his tongue in a smooth voice. It spelt your name. Loki had not realised, but with the amount of water he was filling up the sink with, the sink had overflowed, and the water started to pour down his pants.

"Fuck," he cursed, "can't I have just one moment of peace?"

He strolled to the fridge, finding it nearly empty except for a few cupcakes, which he didn't think twice about picking up and stuffing his face with. He headed over to the living room, he assumed; it looked like more of a junk room if he was being honest.

Posters covered the walls which held shelves filled with books. Random clothes and torn papers scattered the floor and a mesh of wood and fabric which he wouldn't dare call a couch. It was really tiny, he noticed, as he studied the back door which told him it was still dark outside. Maybe Heimdal had also transported him to Earth like he did with the Hulk.

Loki needed the Avengers. As much he hated to admit it, only they could help him save Thor. He headed towards the door, in the dark, only to trip over a really small coffee table littered with magazines and pens. He fell with a thud, before hearing a voice curse outside the apartment.

"What the fuck?" he heard, quickly trying to get up on his feet to get his brother help.

The door flung open with your figure standing in the middle blinking at the stranger in your home.

"Who the fuck are you?" you yelled, as Loki walked over to you. His tall looming figure made your instincts kick in and attack him with your pepper spray. He stumbled back with a groan as he fell over the coffee table again. if he fell over it one more time, he swore to the Norns he would destroy it.

"Why the hell are you in my apartment? How did you get in here?" you asked Loki various questions as you tied him up using your scarf, "Who are you? And why do you look like Tom Hiddleston?"

"Look like who now?" he asked, feeling a bit too tight as you tied him up.

"You don't know Tom Hiddleston," you huffed, "Are you a crackhead?"

"Look, I don't care who I look like, I need to find the Avengers."

"Avengers? So you are a crackhead?" you sat yourself on top of him, pinning his hands above his head as you saddles his waist.

"I'm not a fucking crackhead, I'm Loki and I need the fucking Avengers."

"If you're Loki, I'm Natasha Romanoff," you joked.

Loki didn't bite back with any snarky response, which did make you question what he was saying. But The Avengers didn't exist, did they? So how could he?

"Prove it," you ordered, "prove you're Loki."

"How the fuck do I prove I'm Loki?"

The raven-haired god had enough of this bullshit and used his magic to switch your positions, making you the one tied with your scarf and your hands pinned above his head and Loki the one saddling you, "I'm going to ask you one last time. Where can I find the Avengers?"

"How did you-" magic. It really was Loki. "You're really Loki."

"Answer my question," he ordered.

"The Avengers don't fucking exist dickwad."

"What-" Loki couldn't believe what he was hearing, "What do you mean they don't exist?"

"They're fictional characters, dude, get off me! You weigh like a ton."

"Sorry," he apologized, rubbing the back of his neck, "but what do you mean The Avengers are fictional characters? They're very much real, my brother is one and right now he needs my help."

"They don't exist, Loki."

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"What do you mean the Avengers don't exist?"

Loki was confused. First, he mysteriously landed on Midgard and now he was being told Earth's mightiest heroes aren't real?

"They aren't real people," you explained, "They're characters in a fictional universe- you are a fictional character!"

"I am very real," Loki growled. He didn't like this. He was real, and he was sure of it, but he didn't know what to believe.

"You're a character in movies and books!" your voice was raised in disbelief. What the fuck was happening, you thought. One minute you get home from work and then the next minute your favourite fictional character is standing in your apartment while you're explaining to him how he isn't a real person, "That's it! I'm having a stroke!"

"What-" Loki furrowed his brows in confusion.

"I've finally done it! I've tripped into a pothole and have been run over by a stampede of mice and this is a fever dream I'm having while I'm trapped in a coma as a cult uses my body as a sacrifice!"

"Can you stop your drama and tell me what the fuck is going on!?" Loki slammed his fist against the wall as he yelled in frustration. He was confused and in need of answers, which he definitely wasn't getting from your babbling nonsense.

Grabbing your phone, you quickly used your search engine to look up Loki, and showed him the results.

Loki Laufeyson, known by adoption as Loki Odinson and by his title as the God of Mischief, is a fictional character portrayed by Tom Hiddleston in the Marvel Cinematic Universe media franchise.

His eyes glossed over the shiny screen as he found out this truth. He wasn't real, at least here he wasn't. But Loki was sure he was. He had to be. He was here, living, breathing, standing and he had eaten your cupcake as he had done your dishes with his magic. How was it possible that he was not real?

"If that says I'm not real, then how am I existing?" He questioned.

Your mind couldn't quite figure it out either. You had just finished a long shift at work waiting tables and calling out people's bullcrap. It was almost three in the morning and here you were debating how a fictional character was in your apartment interacting with everything and used some form of magic on you in your disgusting mustard yellow uniform.

And then it hit you. Nino.

"You know what?" you asked rhetorically, "Why don't we both get some rest, and tomorrow morning, I'll take you to see a friend of mine, who I think will know how to solve your problem."

"What friend?"

"Well, she's a cutie, you'll love her," you smiled, "But now I'm inhumanely exhausted and I need as much practice for death as I can get."

Loki genuinely smiled at that. Finally, he met someone with his taste in sarcasm. "Okay."

"Yea," you nodded your head as you saw him smile. He was cuter in person, taller too. His nose had this gorgeous curve above his philtrum. You also noticed he had a faint little freckle above his cheekbone that was visible only when he smiled, as you were sure you hadn't seen it on him before.

"Uh," you pointed to the couch, "you can take the couch, really sleep anywhere you want, but my bed is off-limits."

"Thank you," he sighed, "for letting me stay here."

"Well, anything for my favourite mass murderer," you slammed the door behind you, certain that this was a dream and that when you'd wake up, Loki was gone. It was the way it should be. He was just a distraction to you, no more than a waste of time when you had bills to pay, food to buy, books to write; the list went on.

"Why are you so calm with a mass murderer staying here?" Frankly, Loki was a bit surprised, but after knowing you for the past twenty minutes, he couldn't say he didn't expect it.

"Most of the other men that have stayed here were rapists, homeless, strippers, and potheads so I don't a mass murderer makes that big of a difference," you flopped down on your bed, almost immediately passing out.

Loki couldn't stop smiling while thinking of you. It was nice to find someone who also loved making jokes about their trauma. He also needed the rest.

So Loki shut his eyes, and let himself fall asleep after putting on a small protection spell that would warn him should anyone come near him. He'd get answers tomorrow, that he knew.

"Sit here," you ordered the god, "and if anyone here tries to talk to you, just say 'aapka choot se machhalee jaisee mahak aatee hai.' Got it?"

"okay-" Loki said as you walked away abruptly towards the kitchens in your 1970s aesthetic waitress uniform. He stared blankly at the atmosphere of the diner where he assumed you worked. It was almost rundown, with the wallpaper that was torn being covered up with posters from movies to popstars, the tables old and rickety and the leather of chairs and booths peeling away. The cappuccino machine at the bar was a bit rusted and the menu and specials board didn't have anything remotely appetising. How anyone could work here was a wonder.

"Hi, my name's Nino because my mother wouldn't let the hospital name me 'little shit' and I'm here to be your problem," said a short brown woman who was also in a similar uniform as yours. Loki assumed she was another waitress. He was getting tired of this, but maybe a cup of tea could help his patience.

But that's when he remembered what you told him to say.

"App Ka Chooth say much lee jessie mahak ati hei," Loki pronounced the words as well as he could recall them, with a sense of surety that Nino would understand what he meant. Truthfully, Loki himself didn't know what it meant.

Nino's eyebrows pushed themselves in confusion before anger flared through her face. Taking her hand off her notepad, she gave one hard blow across the god's confused face.

"If you didn't want to have sex against the condiments in the backroom, you could have just said so!" Nino yelled as she stomped away.

"Bitch!?" She yelled out walking into the diner freezer, "Guess what? There's another shitty Loki cosplayer in our diner and you won't believe what they said!"

"There you are, you whore," You twirled around to see an angry Indian walking towards you. You'd swear there was steam coming out of her ears, "I need your help."

"My hELp? BiTCh!? The bUtthOle said my pussy smells like fiSh! And I don't evEn eAt fiSH?!"

You burst out laughing, "Yea, that's what we need to talk about."

"What? that my vagina is a tuna can?"

"ew- no- I meant that we're meant to talk about Loki."

"How is this any different than our other shifts?" She put her hands on her hips, and then caught her breasts in each hand, "also can we get out of here before my nipples fall off?"

"Mine's already long gone," you commented as you both walked out of the chilly room and into the main diner room where Loki was in plain sight, "And that's really Loki."

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"So you're telling me, you are the Loki Friggason-"

"Odinson," Loki interrupted the tired, desi woman.

"Friggason," they emphasised on the name, "Who's home planet was destroyed, civilization boarded on a spaceship and headed towards Earth before all being destroyed by a purple grape, who then tried to kill you but you somehow ended up here?"

"Yes," he sighed, "I believe this is either Valhalla or Hel, and I most probably would be in Hel."

You slapped his arm, glaring at him from his side. You and Nino were discussing how Loki ended up there after your shifts had ended and he had a cup of tea. You knew if anyone could figure out what the hell was happening, it was Nino.

"I can't believe you'd think this was Valhalla," you laughed sarcastically, "And if this was Hel, she'd have a crown."

"Damn right, I would," Nino smirked. Turning to Loki, she put her hand forward, across the booth and towards the god, encouraging him to hold her hand, but only ending up confusing him.

"What?" he asked quizzically. 

"She wants you to give her your hand," you picked up Loki's right fist, which was much bigger than yours, and placed it in Nino's palm.

Her hand size was almost similar to yours and also fit into his hand well, but there was just something between them that made it so uncomfortable, made their fingers shift and their palms itch with restlessness. 

Maybe it was just you who was thinking about all of that hand-holding nonsense because as soon as Nino spoke again, you mentally jolted awake and shifted your focus back onto the conversation.

"I've got it," they said, "Loki, my bitch, you have successfully achieved what I have longed to do for years. You have mother-fucking shifted realities!"

"What?!" Both you and the god exclaimed, mouths hanging open.

"If my theory is true, you have moved across space and time from your reality where magic exists to our reality where it doesn't. However, I believe it's unintentional shifting as you seem to be surprised by your own capabilities."

They let go of his hand and started to pace around the diner, continuing their explanation.

"Y/n, sweetie, you know those fanfics where the reader shifts from our reality to the MCU? Yup, this is it, but there's a plot twist. Instead of us going to him, he comes to us!"

"Holy shit," you whisper facing Loki. 

He was terrified. He had switched realities? How? Why was he able to do it only now?

"Why have I only been able to do it now?" He asked the waitron, much like a puppy, you thought.

"Well, to my knowledge, shifting takes a lot of willpower and determination. You said that you moved realities after almost being killed by the purple saggy nutsack, right?"

Loki chuckled a bit, something that genuinely made your heart beat just a little faster. Maybe it was just your undying crush over Hiddleston, but Loki, however fictional he may be(or have been, in this case), seemed to just make you smile, no matter how.

"Yes, um, 'purple saggy nutsack’ did try to kill me," he nods.

"Well, then, I suppose it was just your will to live," Nino explains.

"I will never be able to switch realities then, seeing as I have none," you joked, making Loki's grin widen.

"If you're anything like the MCU Loki I love and cherish, you have superiority and inferiority complexes, daddy issues, undiagnosed depression, suicidal tendencies, and my headcanon, self-harm tendencies and scars on your hands."

They reached out and grabbed Loki's hand, taking them by surprise again, and pulled up his turtleneck sleeve, revealing healed scars. 

"Ha! Take that user TomHollandsButtcheeks14! I was right!" They exclaimed in pride.

This action of theirs unfortunately made the god mad, materialising a dagger in other hand and pushing them away as you try to stop him.

"Don't touch me," he spoke through gritted teeth, pointing the blade right above Nino's throat.

"Loki!" You raised your hand as a preventive measure, “As much as they deserve it, they're not helpful dead!"

"Well, that is true," they coughed, "I am also unsure of whether I'm scared or turned on-"

"Wha-"

"Nevermind Nino," you calmed him down, "Are you okay? How are you dealing with all of this? I know it’s a lot of information to process."

Loki's racing mind finally started to slow down and his anxiety increased with each breath he took. Was Thor okay? If he shifted realities, did that mean that he didn't need to be bothered with finding Thor and that his brother would be alright?

"Hey, are you okay?" you reached your hand across the table, softly stroking this skin with your thumb to calm him down.

"Nino, apologise to Loki right now," you order them. They faced Loki and with a lowered head sighed and apologised to the god, explaining that they shouldn't have been so inconsiderate of what he was experiencing at that moment and instead of making inappropriate jokes and trying to dig up about his past, they should have provided mental and emotional support to the god. 

Loki just nodded his head, trying his best to steady his breathing, which was somehow synchronising with the repetitive stroking of your thumb. 

"You wanna go home?"

"I see you've taken a liking to my apartment," you tried to cheer up mentally exhausted god up.

"Um, yea, it's nice," he answered absentmindedly. Loki was honestly just wishing for a nap or some rest. He had just found out that he wasn't in the world he was actually meant to be in. 

"Would you like a nap? You seem exhausted." You offered sympathetically.

"A god doesn't need a nap," he growled before proceeding to pout cutely. Loki had a sort of childish expression on his face, with the way he scrunched up his nose and folded his arms, that was the only way it could be described. He was a little afraid that he was so vulnerable, that you could see through him, know what he wanted and how he was feeling.

“Mhm,” you teased, “Well then, I guess you can help me clean this apartment.”

“You know, it's really hard to keep my eyes open,” Loki moved towards the couch, rustling around the cushions, “I think I’m just going to close them for a minute.”

“Uh,” you hesitated at first, “you can take my bed if you want, i know the couch is a little bit small for you.”

“Thank you,” he smiled gently before walking into your room, admiring the numerous posters and stickers that covered all flat surfaces in sight. 

“Silly god,” you laughed to yourself. Maybe this was a dream, but hopefully it wasn’t. So sweeping and mopping your entire apartment, you kept your mind on the god sleeping on your bed.

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While you were cleaning, you got a bit hungry; so naturally, you moved to the fridge to find something to fill your churning stomach. You pulled open the door and grabbed the two-day-old sandwich which you got from the diner; that was when you spotted something off with the cupcakes. They weren't symmetrically placed like you had left them yesterday- there was one missing. 

That was when it hit you. Loki. He must have taken a cupcake to eat before you came back home. That bastard. Those weren't even your cupcakes, they were Ninos, and you knew they'd be mad if even a twinge of frosting was nicked off. You'd have to make another batch, but you were not going to do it yourself, no. You knew exactly what to do.

Walking to your bedroom, you swung open the door and stared down at the sleeping god, tapping your foot away mindlessly. He seemed to sleep much calmer than you ever could, his arms wrapped loosely around your cuddle pillow and the blanket snuggly tucked over him. You smiled before you pulled the sheets out from under him, sending him to the floor and waking him up with a start.

"Wakey wakey lil' baby!" you spoke in a sing-songy voice, "Time to meet your doom."

The dazed god was confused. He just woke up and here you were talking about his downfall. He managed to materialise a dagger for his protection, but he was so confused, that the poor guy's weapon simply was fading in and out of existence, shimmering and glowing with an oscillated pace. He stumbled about for a bit on the ground, trying to adjust his eyes to the somehow both bright and dark room. After he realised there was no real threat, he put away his blade and put his hand to his head, “what happened?”

“What happened is that you ate a cupcake,” you huffed, “and they weren't even mine! They were Ninos!”

“What do you even mean by that? Why on earth would his cupcakes be in your fridge?”

“Welcome to the real world where poor people exist!” you huffed, "Nino's fridge broke over the weekend, some problem with a leaking coolant or something so he uses my fridge as a place to store his cupcakes for orders to get more money while the only thing he eats right now is soya sticks and cup noodles.”

“Just tell him I didn’t know the cupcakes were his!” Loki cried out. They were already a bit uncomfortable with the Indian, a little hesitant to be around him after what he did to Loki. It was overstepping a boundary, and Nino knew that. Given he had apologised, Loki was still a bit unsure whether to trust him.

“Do you want to know what happened this one time I nicked a bit of frosting from one of his cupcakes?” You pulled up your sleeve to reveal your lower shoulder, also revealing a scar that looked like it was indented by someone’s mouth, “He bit me, and I had to go to the emergency room where they just gave me an aspirin and sent me home. You do not want to mess with Nino.”

“I see your point,” Loki grimaced, “But what can I do? We could eat another cupcake to make it even- ”

“No! You dickhead!” you went over to them and grabbed them by the ear and said, “ We are going to the store where we can find the cheapest sugar, flour and frosting and you are going to make a fresh batch!”

“Ow, ow, ow,”  The god whined, “I don’t know how to make cupcakes!”

“Well then, no time to learn than the present.”

“Five dollars!? For milk only!?” Loki was truly shocked, and a little enraged, with the prices of the foods and items at the store, compared to what you earned. He had been around for a few minutes at the very least, inspecting the various commodities that were there, fawning over the snacks and raising a brow at the state of the farm produce.

“Yes, you little rat,” you sighed annoyed. It was almost like bringing a child to the store, “And this is the cheapest brand.”

“You seriously make seventeen dollars in an hour? and you work what? Eight hours today so that makes you earn at least a hundred and twenty dollars?”

“Yes,” you replied, exhausted by Loki’s pestering questions.

“But these groceries we’re buying are at least twenty-five dollars, and they’re only for cupcakes? What about your daily meals? How do you keep up with bills? What about things like insurance?”

“Woah there buddy,” you turned around to face him, “How do you know about insurance?”

“I saw your bills on the table,” he smiled proudly as you glared at him, “And before I was taken back to Asgard in two thousand twelve, this agent named Fury, I believe, uh, gave me an pep talk on how he was going to have to cover the insurance costs and damage repairs I had caused to the city.”

“Well,” you started to place the items onto the conveyor belt, mentally calculating the bill, “That’s capitalism with a big C.”

“Go stand over there,” Loki whispered abruptly.

“Wha-”

“Give me the money, go over there and pretend you’re inspecting something,” he instructed, “Just trust me.”

You hesitantly walked up to the feminine hygiene display, the closest to where you could get him if he tried to make a run for it. Pretending to read the instructions on the box, you listened to Loki’s interesting conversation with the cashier.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place as dull as this?” He was smooth-talking her, that bastard!

“Who? me?” she giggled, scanning the milk carton with an evident blush.

“Yes, dear,” he smirked, “I am just trying to appreciate your beauty, I don't mean to-”

“I don’t have a boyfriend, don’t worry!” She laughed, twirling her hair and forgetting all about the groceries, “What are you doing with that cunt? Are you her boyfriend?”

“God, no,” Loki imitated a gagging noise, “How could I ever be with someone as pathetic as her?”  You felt your shoulders drop, just like your heart. Never mind Loki being your boyfriend, he thought you were too pathetic to even be his friend? How dare he? After you did so much for him?

“Here’s a discount,” she giggled again, “And here’s my number too.”

“Thanks, dear,” He winked at her before walking away from the cashier’s line of sight and towards you. You couldn't believe what you had just heard this bastard saying.

“Are you okay?” Loki’s voice startled you and shook you out of your thoughts as they placed an arm around you, “I don’t know what that box did to you but it clearly must have angered you a lot for you to squish it like that.”

“Hm, yea,” you tried to think of an excuse as you placed the product back on the shelf, “My period came earlier last month so uh, I didn’t have these! Very inconvenient.”

“Do you wanna go back to the apartment and uh, bake these cupcakes?”’

“Okay,” you said, a bit uncomfortable in their presence after hearing their true opinion about you, “Let’s go.”

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“Um, How much salt do I add?”

“I don’t know, a pinch, I guess,” you were replying to the confused god who was baking- or at least trying- to bake a fresh batch of cupcakes as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone. 

“Okay and now, how do I use this mixer,” Loki asked confused.

“I don’t know, Loki!?” You had lost it, “You know about insurance but not how to cook some food?”

“Look,” he tried to reason, “I’m just not accustomed to the earthly manner of doing things!”

He knew something was off, ever since you both came home from the store. Loki was curious to know the reason why you were giving him the cold shoulder, but put it off until he finished baking the cupcakes. What did he do? Was it something he said? Something he did? Maybe it wasn't him at all, maybe someone else you met at the store said or did something. He wouldn’t have asked you for instructions and procedures if he had his magic. 

The truth was Loki wasn’t feeling the best. Ever since he went to the supermarket with you, he was feeling as though he was going to faint. Loki felt tired, even though he had slept earlier that day, he felt his head spinning and getting dizzy. He didn’t want to worry you, he was already living in your house, eating your food and living off your incredibly limited money. He felt like a burden.

Unable to stand Loki’s shitty behaviour, you checked the time, making sure it was a few hours before your night shift and nodded. Taking off your blanket, you scrunched it up into a fluffy ball and gathered your things from the couch, getting everything you needed to stay in your room. He was honestly a bit disheartened when he saw you leave, feeling slightly agitated as well. Could you not tolerate him?

You shifted everything back to the comforts of your tiny room filled with your most prized possessions. The little Loki funko pop that Nino had stolen to give you on your birthday stared at you from across the room, judging you for leaving the other Loki alone in the next room.

You had always liked the character Loki in the marvel cinematic universe, enjoying his small comments of sass and crying at his heartbreaking scenes. No one could portray him better than Tom Hiddleston could. Loki would always be a part of him; his darker, loving side.

Putting on your comfort movie, Thor: Ragnarok, you smiled at Thor’s son-of-a-bitch joke and cuddled up cosy in your blanket.

You let yourself get immersed into the wonder of the Marvel cinematic universe, revelling in its beauty. It would honestly be much more fun to live in it, with all the magic and chaos, it sure would have been more interesting than this tax-induced hellhole you lived in.

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"ALRIGHT, I YIELD!" Yelled a familiar voice on screen. The shimmering green covered him from head to toe, and you felt your smile falter. You wanted to get your mind off Loki, and here he was in his relaxing green robe on screen. 

You looked away from the movie, sighing deeply. You had a Loki of your own, right outside your door, but he wasn't the Loki you had hoped for. There were men like him, and you knew their type all too well.

A knock halted your train of thought, where you placed the laptop sideways on the bed and covered yourself with your blanket, hoping that he would not bother you.

"May I come in," his soft, concerned voice asked politely through the thin wood. You grunted in reply, hoping he would take whatever he needed and go away.

"What do you want?" You asked when he didn't leave and instead decided to simply stand there.

"Can we please talk?" Loki requested in the most innocent tone you've ever heard, "I just want to know what did I do wrong at the store that made you mad, you've been avoiding talking to me since we've left from there."

You couldn't really have told him how you felt, now could you? Hey Loki, I am in love with a fictional version of you that does not exist, but pretending that you are that exact same perfect person is definitely not a smart and healthy idea. Now I am mad at you for doing what I didn't want the other fictional version of you, that I created in my head, to do. 

"I don't really know," you pulled the comforter close to your face, "What's going on with you, but I have a feeling it's got something to do with me."

"No shit, Sherlock," you mumbled from under the covers as you paid less attention to the screen and more to him.

Loki hadn't heard your little ramble and continued speaking, "You got mad at me for something at the grocery store today, and when we got home you-"

"I swear I left him right here," The laptop's volume was a bit too loud, the fictitious Loki's voice being overly louder than the real one in your room. 

"What are you doing-" The god ripped off the comforts of your blankets to see you holding your laptop and Thor: Ragnarok playing on screen, with Loki wearing his signature black suit and loose hair as he rolled his eyes to Thor taking a selfie with the random girls on screen. 

"What is this?" Loki asked quizzically.

"It's my comfort movie, and go away, I'm still fucking mad at you," You swore.

"Why the fuck am I on the screen?" He shrugged his shoulders in anger, "Doesn't matter- If you'd just talk to me and tell me what I did wrong I'll be sure not to do it again."

"You didn't do anything wrong, okay?" You lied, "I'm just really sorry I'm mad at you, that I was taking my anger out on you. I'm just pissed because I didn't earn enough tips yesterday to pay for the extra things we got today so I used some of my savings."

"Love," Loki cooed as they tucked a bit of hair behind your ear. "You didn't have to buy all that, it was alright." 

"But I did," you cried, "It's bought now, so it's fine I guess. Money spent is money gone."

Loki somehow made their way to your hand, letting their fingers curl around your palm, radiating warmth and comfort. They didn't know a lot about how to calm someone who was distressed but they were trying their best and hoped it was enough. They gave you a light smile and kissed your forehead, some part of them wishing that they had someone like this when they were upset. 

"It's Thor: Ragnarok," you whispered to them, "The movie."

"And I'm in it?" They smiled lightly.

"Well, Tom who plays you is in it. Wanna watch it together?"

"If it makes you happy," they grinned, their single little freckle visible now.

"Okay, but we're gonna have to go through sixteen movies before that," you chuckled at the thought of Loki having the patience to sit and watch every single marvel film that existed, up until she-hulk which had just premiered recently. "Well, we better get finished on those cupcakes."

"We probably should," he nodded and furrowed his brows in agreement.

"And you can start watching two Iron Man movies, forget the incredible hulk, that doesn't count."

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"Yo, bitch!" Nino stormed in through the door, "We gotta go to work!"

She was already mad that she had to go to the diner earlier than her schedule needed her to. She barged into the room where Loki was smuggling in bed, watching Iron Man 2 with his blanket over his head, clutched with his hands so only his face was visible through a little oval.

"Fuck! I know, Nino!" You yelled back through the bathroom where you were changing into your uniform.

As the woman walked to the bathroom to help you, they threw a small rectangular object on the bed next to Loki. "What's this?" He asked.

"A phone for you, dummy," she explained banging on the door to make you let her in, "You're gonna be here all alone and we don't have any way to contact you so here's my old phone and a sim I had when I was 12."

"You know just what to do, don't you," you teased as you opened the latch, showing Nino you didn't need her help with your outfit.

"I am a good girl, aren't I?" she smirked. 

"Now, now," Loki tutted, "Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

"And that's my good boy,” she pointed out with her thumb.

Loki gave a small smile and you could have sworn you saw a small blush on his face. Nino spoke again then, instructing the god on how to operate the device, "And here's how you answer calls!"

"This is the homepage, right?" Loki asked, showing the waitress a wallpaper with Tessa Thompson's face on it.

"yup," she replied, smiling profoundly as the god kept swiping back and forth.

"What's this app?" he asked, "This orange one, with a 'w' and titled 'Wattpad'?"

The woman quickly snatched the phone away from Loki's prying hands and deleted the app, double checking everything before handing it back to him. "There we go," she sighed out of relief after all her work.

"What was that all about?" Loki asked in confusion, a brow raised as a smirk played on his lips.

"Oh it's just Nino being, well, Nino." You added in as you grabbed your keys and stood by the door. "You just finished Iron Man 3 and I'll give you a call when I'm about to reach back, alright? Take care of yourself!"

"Bye!" The prince waved his hand adorably in the air with a broad smile on his face now with you talking to him again. "See you soon!!"

\-/

"Mhm," you hummed, “And do you have any dietary restrictions such as allergies, lactose or gluten intolerance and or kosher or halal needs?”

Apparently, orders came from the health department stating that waitrons needed to ask for dietary restrictions while taking the order of a customer, so now you were stuck asking for one more thing while working your minimum wage job.

“None, thank you for asking,” at least they were being polite. As you walked towards the kitchen window, your phone started to buzz, and you reached into your uniform pocket to check the caller ID. It was Nino’s old number. Oh no. Was Loki in trouble? 

You frantically picked up the call, panicking and asking the god what had happened, only for you to hear a loud crunch and a slurp of a drink.

"Huh-" you make a quizzical sound. 

"Oh good, you answered my call. I need you to get straight home and continue watching Captain America: The First Avenger with me since I feel something very wrong is going to happen to James Buchanan Barnes since Steve is madly in love with him."

"Excuse-"

"Oh and yes, I kind of sort of broke your shelf since I was cheering on Natasha when she was beating Happy's ass during the boxing scene."

"Loki, slow down, I don't understand.. You finished Iron Man one and two? and now you're on Captain America one?"

"Yes," he nods his head, forgetful about the fact that you can't see him doing so, "And now I need you to get home and be with me since I don't want to cry if something happens to Bucky."

"Loki, I'm at work, I can't just leave!" You try and reason with the whiny child, but it was pointless.

Loki's heart was being crushed. No one told him the marvel franchise would bring him this much pain, from Yinsen to Erskine, his soul was in agony at their loss. He was upset and he needed comfort, which he newly found in you. He needed your comfort and warmth.

They inhaled deeply and with a sigh responded, “I understand, but how long will you take to get back home?”

“It's actually one past midnight, so maybe an hour and a half?

Loki walked around the house, desperately trying to find some other distractions to keep his mind off of you. He missed you. He walked into the kitchen, hoping to fill his lonely heart with food, but discovered that the cupcakes were in the oven, but never turned on.

"Yea, sure, that works," He shrugged, hoping it would be enough time to get the batter baked. "Take care, darling."

Darling. God, what you wouldn't give to hear that in the morning, lying in the crook of Loki's arm. Hopefully he was still awaiting your presence at home apart from the movies.

"Yes, Loki, I'll be home as soon as I can," you smiled, Nino watching you silently in the corner.

They turned to face the readers, and with a wink said, "Well, well, well, I finally updated." And they continued to sweep the floor as the end of their shift approached, along with the end of this chapter.

Chapter Text

"Good morning, Darling." Stephen's smile widened at the sound of his partner yawning as he cooked and greeted them, "I made you your favourite, eggs benedict!"

"I'm so in love with you," They hugged him from behind as the sorcerer prepared the breakfast.

"I was also thinking of another breakfast I could give you," he winked looking back at them, "Would you like that?"

"I don't know, my love, I haven't been feeling well since I woke up," they tilted their head to one side, "Can you check on the scales? Make sure they're in proper order? If you don't mind, of course."

"If you say so, princess." Stephen kissed his partner and left to perform the spell they had asked for.

\-/

"There you are, you're finally home!" Loki leapt up from his seat, ready to pounce on you. He was seated on the living room couch, his back hunched and scrolling through his hand-me-down phone.

You were engulfed in a rib-breaking hug by the God of mischief, "Can't- breathe-" you gasped for air.

"Oh, yes, sorry," he let go of you and continued on his little rant from when he was on the phone, "Okay, so, I have so many things to tell you. First of all, your tap is broken so I can't drink any water and before that, it was filled with some sort of black gunk and I couldn't really drink that so I opened a can of some liquid that I think is tea but I'm really not sure. I think the labels said RedBull–"

"Wait, wait-"

"Here's my second one, it's pretty delicious-" 

"Loki, you drank Redbull? The energy drink?" you raised your eyebrows and tried to calm down the blabbering god, "You know about capitalism but not energy drinks? And what do you mean my tap is broken?"

"I thought energy drink meant tea," he frowned. 

"You're Loki," you sighed before headpalming, "Of course, it would be you who'd do something this stupid."

"Hey!" He exclaimed, clearly offended.

"Anyways, go stick your finger down your throat and throw up the caffeine," you pointed to the bathroom.

"Fingers in my mouth don't make me throw up-" He said before leaving the room. 

You checked on the cupcakes, making sure they were soft and started preparing the frosting.

Wasn't it a long day? All you wanted to do was faceplant into your mattress, but you had responsibilities and they needed carrying out. You walked over to the microwave to get out the melted butter, but that was when something weird happened.

Your hand completely phased through it.

"What the fuck," you breathed out before trying to grab the bowl again. It picked up this time. Were you dreaming? Maybe you were just sleep-deprived. It was almost three in the morning.

You carefully prepared the frosting, making sure not to spill any of the contents you were stirring under the dim lights of your kitchen. Loki popped his head out of the bathroom and walked into the kitchen, feeling a bit more shaken up after he expelled the taurine from his body.

You opened your fridge and took out the sandwich you had made for your lunch tomorrow. Loki watched you intently and he slowly snuck a finger into the bowl of sweet white frosting and put it into his mouth. You split the sandwich into two quarters and a half, hoping that the half for you tomorrow would be enough for yourself.

You served the quarter sandwiches between the god and yourself, telling him since he just threw up, he needed something to fill his tummy. He devoured it. 

"When will the cupcakes be ready?"

"Well, Nino needs to deliver them tomorrow, so she'll pick them up by tomorrow morning," you put the frosting into a piping bag and began to decorate the cupcakes, "And since tomorrow is Wednesday and the diner is closed, I get a day off."

"Yay!" He put his hands together in joy, "You get to be home with me!"

"Yes, Loki," you smiled at his enthusiasm, "That I do."

"Come on now!" He grabbed you by the arm when you were done, "Let's go finish the America and his boyfriend movie!"

You could only smile and stare with interest as Loki was as excited as a child, but honestly, you couldn't complain; You behaved the same way as a kid when marvel movies came on.

\-/

As the soldier fell to his doom, Loki was sobbing like a miserable dog, sniffing mucus from his nose and getting it stuck in his throat which ended up choking him. He was really upset and you had never seen him show this much emotion ever. 

You pulled the blanket a bit off yourself and moved a bit closer to Loki, wrapping your arms around him as you adjusted the blanket against you both. His other arm almost immediately curled around you to encompass you tight in his arms, with the laptop resting in his lap and being supported by his forearm.

"Why did they have to kill him," He asked through a blend of snot and tears, in absolute anguish that Steve lost his 'best' friend.

"I don't know, they killed Erskine before- They're heartless bastards!" You exclaimed in pain as well.

"I can't do this anymore," he wailed after the movie's credit scene ended and the laptop showed a notification of low battery.

"Do you want to sleep?," You suggested, yawning out of tiredness alongside the prince.

"Yes please," he nodded, placing the laptop on the bedside table- and using the last of his strength to connect the charger with his magic -without getting out of bed," Can you hug me? Please? I've been through too much today."

"Oh, Loki," You cooed, "You don't even have to ask."

You moved closer to the comfort-seeking god, opening your arms to welcome him into your chest. He gently slid his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him as he laid his head next to the front of your bosom to hear your heartbeat.

Your legs shifted around with each other, desperate to find a comfortable position with one another without seeming too intimate. Finally, Loki shifted his knee just below your stomach and right above your vagina. As he adjusted again, the prince accidentally hit your crotch which made you wince.

"Oh, shit," He cursed, "I'm so sorry-"

"No, that's alright," You tried to reassure him, "We're cuddling, just jam your knee right up my crotch, it's fine."

"Okay," he nodded and tried to make himself comfortable again without hurting you.

"Good night Loki," you yawned again before almost passing out from exhaustion.

"Good night, Y/n," Loki let his eyes flutter before finally closing. He felt safe. He felt at peace. He felt home.

Chapter Text

"Love," you whispered, gently stroking Loki's cheek, "You're so beautiful, you know that?"

"Oh pet," he cooed, "I'm not the only beautiful one here."

You nuzzled your head into the side of Loki's armpit, just beside his pectorals, giving yourself the scent of his naked chest. Loki couldn't really believe what was happening. You both were lying in your bed, with no clothing except your undergarments. He didn't know how it happened, but he wasn't going to argue.

Slowly, you planted kisses on Loki's neck, trailing them to his jawline, sometimes sucking gently just to form a gentle bruise. He groaned in delight. 

"Darling?" you called to him, sitting up on his stomach with your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms wrapped around his neck. 

"Yes, dove?" he answered back, feeling at ease when you touched his hair.

"Can I kiss you?" you asked, almost hesitantly. You were nervous about his response but wouldn't let Loki notice it. 

Loki let his eyes flutter open, his gaze initially landing on your eyes before moving down to your lips. The god's hand slowly moved from your thigh to the curve of your hips -parting his lips unconsciously as he did so- all the way up to your neck, and pulled you down close to his face. "Please," he gave a hoarse whisper.

You licked your lips, before pressing them to his. Loki's lips were soft, and subtly warm, his mouth was filled with saliva, and you could tell he had the urge to kiss you for a long time. His nose poked into your cheek, as he gently sucked on your lower lip. You nibbled at his upper lip, caressing his neck to hold his head closer to yours. The prince's other hand held your waist ever so gently, but with a great force to keep your body pressed to his. His dominant hand was at the nape of your neck, and then he moaned.

Loki gave a soft groan of delight at your taste. Fuck, you were so beautiful, and you tasted just the way you were. He was addicted to this feeling, though he couldn't really place his finger on whatever felt wrong. You and Loki gasped between breaths but the next breathless kiss he took made you feel something at the side of your thigh. He was hard.

He kissed you again, fiercely, biting your lip aggressively. He rubbed his erection into the side of your leg, moving closer to your wetness. Suddenly you pulled away, which made Loki upset, especially when you sat upright. What you did next though, that surprised him.

You fumbled with the little clips at the back, barely managing to take any off without Loki's help. Once every clip was taken care of, he would be able to get a glorious view of your breasts. A glorious view of you.

"Loki?" He was shaken awake. Guess his little dream montage didn't last as long as he had hoped for, "Loki, wake up!"

The god jerked awake, his mind racing from confusion. What the fuck was happening? One minute you both were naked and making out and suddenly you were dressed in your work uniform telling him to wake up.

"Had a nice dream?" you mocked him, "Well, get up and get dressed. I have to get to work and the wifi is down here. You won't be able to watch anything."

"What-" he groaned, putting his hand to his head and using the other hand's elbow to prop himself up.

"Come on now," you called, "I'll be late!"

\-/

Loki was still pretty phased about what happened in the morning. He dreamt it all. He dreamt the part where you called him 'love' and 'darling'. He dreamt the part where you asked him whether you could kiss him. 

Loki was pretty bloody pissed, but extremely confused. What were you to him? He thought you were someone who refuged him when he dropped into this universe; scared, alone and nowhere to go. You gave him a home, a haven. You gave him food. You gave him comfort. But most of all, you gave him a friend.

After this morning, Loki was distressed that he couldn't call you that anymore. Friends don't dream about kissing each other and seeing one another naked. Well, fuck, friends don't even cuddle the way you both did after movie night.

What was he supposed to do?

"You alright there, bud? Nino came over to his table, seeing him upset. 

"What does it mean if you have a dream about someone where you guys have sex?" Loki asked outrightly. Sure, it was an exaggeration but what could he say? you guys made out? Honestly, the waitress couldn't say she was surprised by his question.

"And who might you have dreamt you had sex with, sweetheart?" She asked teasingly. Nino didn't expect an answer but she got one anyway.

"Let's just say a close friend, " Loki redacted the information from the woman.

"Well, my buddy," she smiled at him, "I think you have sexual feelings for this friend."

"I do?" he questioned himself, "I also dreamt a few days ago that we were kissing and holding hands."

"You also have romantic feelings then!' she raised a finger, as though she was making a point.

"Why?" They asked her a question they didn't have an answer to. Why had it not come to mind that they had romantic and sexual feelings for you? Were they just attracted to someone who didn't hate them?

"Why what?" Nino replied confused.

"Why do I like them?" They elaborated on their question.

"Well, I dunno?" Nino shrugged her shoulders, "Why do you like them, Loki? I can't answer that question for you."

"Who's that?" they asked, past 

 her shoulder to see a short black-haired man staring at her, "Are they making you uncomfortable?'

"Oh no, Loki!" she hit their arm bashfully, "That's just this guy, his name's Mark, and I kinda have a crush on him."

"Really?" They smiled.

"Yea, he's been tipping me ten dollars every time he comes here and only wants me to take his order, so I'm pretty sure he likes me too."

"You should court him then," Loki suggested.

"I'm kinda scared he might say no," she frowned, her anxiety making her heart race with the mere thought of Mark rejecting her.

"Trust me, he'll say yes," They assured her.

She left then, to do her job. Loki was left alone with their thoughts. These thoughts just couldn't leave his mind. And frankly, they didn't want them to. They were all about you.

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"How are the scales, my love?"

"You were right, Keys." Strange stroked his grey-bearded chin with a sense of distress. As told by his significant other, he checked the multiversal energy flow. “They’re off.”

“They are?” Keys questioned their husband as they inspected the reading of the scale.

“Just a bit, but they’re noticeable, meaning there's a change in the multiverse, and it's not…  natural.” The sorcerer sighed. His brows were knotted together, wondering what could have caused this. He visited the scarlet witch the other day, who said she was going to therapy and getting better. Wanda was also trying to patch up things with the remaining avengers, like sam and bruce. It definitely wasn’t because of her.

“I don’t know princess,” Strange let his mind wander off, “It's caused by some entity moving universes. I’m not even sure how that’s possible, unless it’s through Chavez, but she’s safe in Karma Taj and her moving through universes won’t alter their quantum states.”

“Is it a-” Keys began to try and make sense of what was happening, but couldn’t finish their sentence since their beloved husband stopped them from saying it.

“It may become one,” Stephen warned, “I know it hurts you, because I know it happened to you-”

“That’s why I don't want it to happen to anyone else, Stephen.” The goddess gave a loud sigh of frustration at what happened to their own universe. “That incursion ruined my life. It ruined so many people’s lives. At least I found you, which makes living after that worth it. I don’t want it to happen to anyone else.

“We’ll find that shift, darling, I promise,” Stephen swore to his lover.

“Are you sure showing Loki ‘Thor 1’ is a good idea?” Nino asked you, genuinely worried about how Loki would feel with his trauma portrayed on screen -whether it was accurate or not didn’t matter- it might still hurt him.

“Well, he’s already finished iron man 1 and 2, and Captain America 1,” you sighed, cleaning the bar table for the next customer as the other waitress picked up an order for table 12, “He cried when bucky ‘died’.”

“Look, honey,” Nino caught your attention, “Before you watch the movie, you’re going to have to explain to Loki that he’s in it, and there will be scenes that might resurface traumatic events in his life and his adoption and first suicide attempt. You need to make sure he trusts you before he watches the movie, and even if he says he’s okay to watch it, keep reminding him that he doesn’t have to finish the movie if he’s not willing to watch it. Make sure he’s consented and check on him if you think a certain scene might trigger him, the same goes for Avengers 1 and the Thor trilogy and infinity war.”

“Yes, Nino, I know. He’s my Loki, and I’ll take good care of him,” you assured her.

“ Your Loki, huh?” She teased you.

“Not my Loki, but he’s a nice one. The other day we went to the supermarket, and he was flirting with this cashier, and I don’t know why, but I felt hurt.” You explained, unknowingly spilling all the tea to your best friend.

“Are you finally falling for your favourite crush?” She laughed, raising her brow a bit, “You sounded so jealous while telling me about how he was flirting.”

“I’m not jealous,” you lied, “And I’m not falling for him, “ you lied again. Maybe somehow by telling others that you didn’t have feelings for Loki, you’d convince yourself that you weren’t developing feelings for the prince.

“Okay sure, “ Nino picked up the bill from Mark's table, opening the little bill book to see another 10 bucks for your tip. He didn’t take the bill, however, he wrote a few digits on it. It was his number.

“Holy shit,” you gasped, snatching the book from nino and reading the numbers on the abandoned bill, “He finally gave you his number!”

“What?” she quirked her head, “that’s his number? I thought those were his bank details, he leaves them all the time.”

“What the fuck, Nino? You're so dumb.”

“Should I call him?” She questioned. Did he actually like her back?

“No, tear it, “ you snarled, your voice laced with sarcasm.

“Fine," she walked away, swaying her hips along to make a text “I’m going to text him.”

“Pet,” you turned your head to see Loki charging towards you with a little contraption made of paper. Trying not to let the heat forming in your face and the wobbliness of your knees caused by the new nickname he gave you make you topple over, you responded to him. He made your heart race every time you saw his little smile. 

Maybe it was just acid reflux, but maybe, just maybe, you got butterflies flying around your tummy, bouncing and hitting the walls as Loki showed you his latest creation with the happiest smile you had seen since the day you met him. It was a little white swan, handcrafted by him, for you. The prince held out his hand with the origami-made creature, letting a little magic seep through and make the bird swim in an imaginary lake above your head. 

Little sparkles formed by the ripples of the swan’s movement started to shift to form another swan. They both joined to form a little heart right in front of your eyes, and through the heart, although defocused, was Loki’s face. You shifted your centre of vision to Loki’s eyes, and his little freckle above his cheekbone was visible. 

“I made this for you, “ he confessed, “Nino’s Mark taught me.”

Truth be told, Loki talked to Mark, and asked what he was doing at the diner, always staring at Nino, and whether he was interested in them. Mark confirmed Loki’s suspicions, and then asked if he was waiting for his girlfriend. Loki was confused, to which mark elaborated on Loki waiting for his girlfriend, you. 

Loki remembered his face burning red, and his heart palpitating at the thought of you being his girlfriend, especially after this morning’s dream. He didn’t know why, but he told Mark ‘yes’, and that he was waiting for your shift to end so you both could go home. At least a part of that sentence was true.

“You made this for me?” you smiled as the swan started to settle in your palms, “Loki, it’s beautiful.”

“I wanted to do something nice for you after-”

Before he could complete his sentence, You enclosed him in a tight hug, wrapping your arm around his neck and burying your face into his pectorals, you breathed in his scent. Loki smelled like must, chocolate and sex, somehow all coming together to form a lovely amalgam of feelings of romance, lust and ecstaticity. Your knees felt weak again, and thankfully Loki pulled you closer to him by wrapping his lean arms around your waist so you wouldn’t have to wrap your legs around his.

You both stayed in this position for a while, both of you feeling safe in each other's arms. He couldn’t help thinking about what a swan meant. His mother taught him to create his own little swan through magic just when he started puberty. Frigga explained to him about what a swan symbolises; eternal love. But Loki was a young boy back then, untouched by emotion. ‘Show a special person this swan, whether they know what it means or not, it’s lovely to express love, my son, and we must never be afraid to embrace it.’

Loki had never felt this feeling towards anyone; you were the first. Maybe he did like you. Maybe he liked you a lot. And for the first time in a long time, it didn’t scare Loki that he could lean on someone, only because that someone was you.

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"Oh my Natasha," Nino screamed as she ran back into the kitchen to see you and Loki embracing each other. She didn't care since she was far more excited to show you both what she had found, "Babes, Loki, look what I found!"

In her hand, a sage green semicircular hoop was being waved around, and when her hand came to a halt, her smile was wide and you understood her excitement. It was a little sage green cat ear headphones. "I found it in the trash, and it still works, look it's playing doja cat on Spotify!"

She pointed to her phone, where the Bluetooth was turned on and her favourite artist was playing. You laughed, pulling away from Loki, and didn't notice his disappointment when your touch left his body. He paid attention to Nino then, seeing that you were interested in it. "What's Spotify and why do these listening devices have triangles on top? They look like cat ears-"

"Because they are cat-ears, my little misguided prince," Nino barked, "Spotify is a streaming app to listen to music and we have cat ears on our headphones because humans are homosexuals."

"That made no sense but alright," Loki nodded his head in confusion. "Well-"

"You know what, Loki?" The brown woman interrupted the god again, "Keep the headphones."

And she dumped them in his hand, and began to collect her things to leave for home. You started giggling at the thought of Loki wearing the headphones and he immediately furrowed his brows together and looked at you with a kiddish frown, "Why are you laughing?"

"Nothing," you lied.

"Oh, are you laughing at me?" He asked, looking quite offended. Honestly, you couldn't help but find Loki absolutely adorable when he was soft.

"No, Loki," you tidied up your uniform and made your way to your bag, "Let's go home. I'll teach you how to use Spotify on the way back."

\-/

"Fuck," you groaned. You and Loki had just returned home and when you sat down on your couch, your spine cracked as you stretched.

"Wait, what's an equaliser?," Loki sighed, moving towards the kitchen, his belly hungry for food. It was lunchtime so his hunger was reasonably explained. His second-hand phone was scrolling through his Spotify settings, discovering the app's features. Your guidance on the way home was just turning off his explicit search filter so he could play a wider range of music. He checked the fridge while waiting for your answer, but only found two slices of brown bread and some stale corn beef. He groaned. How was your fridge raided in one night?

"I'll teach you how to adjust it if you put on the headphones." You bargained. You couldn't wait to see Loki wearing them- hopefully, it would be just like the art you saw a couple of weeks ago.

"Okay, but give me a song to play, and some food to eat."

"You're so stupid, the food's in the microwave," you placed your head into your hands, and then stood up to get you and Loki your meals, "Nino steals my food so I have to hide it from them sometimes."

You carefully got out a plate with two burgers and one pack of fries and placed it on the tiny kitchen table, pulling two chairs from the living room to be your seats. "Sit with me, let's make a playlist while I show you how to use the equaliser."

"For my Loki?" he asked, watching you name your playlist with his name. My Loki. He blushed and Loki felt his heart twist around in his chest, a warm aura surrounding him. He leaned in closer to you, just to feel a bit more comfortable, praying that you wouldn't feel his staggered breathing on your shoulder. "Where did you get that picture of me from?"

He snatched your phone to see the cover you had put on for your playlist, his face turned to horror as he saw a picture of himself with a little nose scrunch. How did you even get that picture?

"Where'd you get this and how?" He questioned authoritatively.

"That's not you, that's Tom Hiddleston, who plays you in the MCU, didn't I tell you?" You answered him.

"We don't look anything alike," Loki commented, "I'm a god, he's a petty human."

"I'm a petty human and I give you food and shelter, shut the fuck up Loki's ego."

"Fair point," Loki said, "Can we watch the movie I'm in?"

"You want to watch the first Thor movie?" you asked him to confirm as you added songs that remind you of Loki to the playlist. Daddy issues by The Neighborhood was obviously first.

"Can we watch it now?" He begged excitedly, jumping up and down as he ate his burger.

"Look, Loki," you began, "I need to tell you that the movie- it… it has some scenes about your life, and they aren't really happy scenes.. Now, I have a feeling that, uh, what you might see might hurt you, a lot. It might bring up old memories you don't want again, and if you feel uncomfortable watching any part, and I mean any part of the scene, we can always skip that part or stop watching the whole movie. I'm here for you, and I'm most concerned about your well-being, so I want to make sure you're comfortable watching it. I don't want you to hurt again."

Loki stayed silent for a while, thinking about what you were talking about. He had many instances of his life go through his head then; the time Odin scolded him for not being manly and masculine enough, the time when his true love had an arranged marriage, the time when he realised he wasn't wanted, the time when he realised he'd always remain hidden behind Thor's shadow, the time when he realised he didn't deserve happiness. Then came his mid-life crisis when he found out he was a frost giant, attempted suicide, and was tortured at the hands of Thanos and The Black Order. Then when his father told him he was supposed to be dead, imprisoned by his own father and his mother was killed merely days later. He faked his death and ruled over Asgard as Odin, but he still didn't feel happy. Even on Sakaar, where he was fucking the grandmaster and having the best role on the whole planet, he felt out of place. And then when he was about to die, at the hand of his abuser, he welcomed death like an old friend. It was like his whole life, Loki had never felt like he belonged, felt comfortable with anyone. Maybe except you. 

You didn't care about what he did, what he was, what his intentions were. On the night you met, Loki could have killed you in your sleep, and you knew that all too well, and yet, you allowed him to rest in your home. You gave him food, made him feel like he was important, as though he wasn't just there so you could gain something, and then throw him away when you got everything you wanted. Like he had been used all his life. You gave the god feel like he had value and he was worthy of good things.

Even if he had to see any of these things again, Loki knew he had you. He had you to remind him that he was strong, and so much more than his past and who he was. He was a better person now. 

"Can we watch it together? Uh, I just need to be around you- I think I'll feel a bit better, and thank you, for telling me. You make me feel safe."

Truthfully, Loki himself didn't know why he ended his sentence like that. He told you that you made him feel safe? Why would he put himself in such a vulnerable place? Especially since you were the only person he could trust at the moment. You slowly placed your hand in his, and connected your fingers together. Your heart was racing and your mind was whirring, anxious to see his reaction to you holding his hand. Loki only held your hand tighter and entwined your fingers further. He liked holding your hand in his. It felt natural.

"I'd love to watch it with you, and uh," you paused and inhaled before continuing, "You make me feel safe too."

Loki's heart was undergoing palpitations, twisting and turning as he smiled and blushed deeply, turning away for a moment to admire the carpet on the floor instead of meeting your eyes.

"Let's eat our lunch first," you smiled, still catching onto his hand, "We're sharing the fries, got it?"

"Open up, dove," he grabbed a fry and held it up to your mouth, where you opened and chomped down on it leaving Loki a smiling mess. You looked adorable, and honestly, you couldn't get over Loki still wearing his headphones with the cat ears.

"I can eat my own fries, Loki," You laughed.

"Oh, but Darling, I like feeding you," his grin was broad and his eyes stared into yours. Maybe- just maybe- Loki would call himself happy right now.

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Loki was sitting next to you, cuddled up together in your blanket on the bed, his arm around you and the laptop on both of your thighs. He was watching Thor, and so far you both had watched the part where he himself discovers he's a frost giant and Thor gets banished. Loki was pretty alright watching the past few scenes, and you knew that by glancing over and making sure he was okay.

Loki wondered what people thought of him, and in the film, he looked really small; like a little boy who was just starting to grow up. And when he saw himself- or rather, a portrayal of himself- Loki realised people didn't really pay heed to him, all they wanted to see was Thor. Just the same. The prince felt that every detail was scarily accurate, the part where he stood beside Sif during Thor's coronation, the way he was caught by his left arm which made him realise his true heritage, the way that he went to Odin's vault to uncover the truth. It frightened him, made him feel like he was being watched or controlled by someone to have done this, as though he had no free will.

During the reveal of the truth from Odin, Loki felt his chest tightening and his heart beginning to race as haunting memories came rushing back. His breathing began to grow shaky and harsh, and you held his hand between your palm to bring him some comfort. You asked him then, "Are you okay?"

"Can we skip this please," he asked, holding onto your hand tighter.

"Of course, love,"  you answered, picking up the remote and moving the movie forward till you got to the scene where Thor was telling Jane about the Nine Realms. This then got you intrigued, and you asked Loki if the Nine Realms was actually a thing. He said there was, but it probably didn't exist anymore after Asgard was destroyed and he came here. The universal gravity produced by Asgard was now just floating rocks.

He didn't really skip any other parts of the movie, but he did skip the ending where Tom falls off the Rainbow Bridge. You were pretty sure that Loki was really burnt out from watching the film and couldn't handle any more emotional outbursts. He went to sleep then, and you tucked him in the comforts of your bed, smiling softly at the sight of him being so vulnerable. Pushing a strand of hair aside from his face, you leant down and gently placed a light kiss on his forehead. He knew now, he wasn't a victimiser, but rather the victim himself. 

\-/

"That's it darling," Loki moaned. His hands were around your hips and he was slowly guiding you over his cock. Your hands were placed against the bed, as you leaned back towards his knees. At this angle, he was hitting your sweet spot and Loki was just pleased to have you ride his cock, "Fuck, you're so tight."

"Thank you, master," your breath heaved when he praised. Loki's hand reached up from one of your hips to hold your waist. He just wanted to adore you like the beautiful goddess you were. His smooth fingers delicately stroked over the little lightning-shaped lines that ran down to your hips and thighs. You were perfect.

"Loki," you moaned his name, thrusting your hips to create more friction. If you had a hand on your waist, just above your stomach, you'd surely feel Loki up there. He filled you up so much, you were sure you'd feel empty once he pulled out.

"Are you close?" Loki asked you in desperation; he was close to cumming. His thighs were covered in your warmth, and the way your cunt was deliberately squeezing the life out of him- he wondered how he didn’t cum sooner.

“May I cum, my king?” You were at the brink of your orgasm and Loki was there too. His hand reached up and wrapped around your neck, tightening his hold generously.

There was a loud thud, and Loki woke up with a start. He stared at the ground with a dazed look and confused thoughts. What was happening? 

He looked at the foot of the bed, only to see that your bottle of water was now on just an empty bottle that lay atop a drenched carpet rug. Was it all a dream? Was the sex a lie? Loki didn’t have answers, nor did he care. He had a hard-on.

He looked at the blankets and sheets to notice had an erection and the front of his underwear was soaked in pre-cum. Loki frantically got up and searched your room for something to use as lubrication, and after opening your second drawer, he found a little tube of pineapple-flavoured lube along with a gorgeous black vibrator. What a naughty woman you were, he thought.

He piled some of the lube on himself and slowly held his cock between his slick hands. Loki kept his eyes closed, in desperation to feel pleasure, and then his mind decided to roam. He thought about the way he had a wet dream about you, calling him your king and riding his cock so well. He thought about your dazed face as you worked for your orgasm, feeling the knot in your cunt, and then he thought about sucking you, so hard that you made a mess all over his face. Loki thought about how you would touch yourself, and seeing your sex toy in the second drawer got his mind racing just like his hand.

Loki could feel his vein that travelled all the way to the base of his cock throb almost painfully. His head was starting to hurt and all he could think of was your soft moans and intense shrieks and screams of pleasure. He wanted to give you that. He wanted to worship you and your body like it deserved. He wanted to make you cum every day and he wanted cum inside you as you screamed his name, claiming you as his and his alone.

Loki was mesmerised to think about how possessive he had become over you, a person who he met merely a few days ago. But the way you treated him, the way you talked to him, smiled and joked with him, the way you comforted him and provided him with a safe haven and home.

And then he came, spilling his hot cum over your bed, throwing his head into the pillow and lying there for a while. He thought about you, about your skin, your laugh; he thought about your eyes, and then he wondered, why hadn’t he seen you in his universe? But the point was you were real now and you were with him. Loki was falling hard, and the only question he had now was would you be there to catch him?

\-/

“Have you found her yet, Mobius?”

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Getting home, you dumped your belongings at the foot of the door, and then made your way to throw your body onto the couch. You couldn't deny the chronic back pain school and work had given you. Maybe someday, it would get better. But now I suppose the author would just like you to suffer.

After a few minutes of stretching on the couch, you moved to your room, to find Loki hogging the bed. He couldn't be blamed; he just went through a cinematic view of his entire young life crisis. He was smiling in his sleep, his little freckle decorating his cheekbone. You thought it was cute. His hair cascaded over his face in an angelic manner, and by that, it meant his hair had arranged itself like a halo around his skull. He looked like a god. He was a god. Was .

Loki seemed typically human, not very god-like recently. He did things that normal people did; eat, sleep, drink, and consume useless media content, which then became a routine until death you supposed. Maybe you just domesticated him, you thought.

Walking out of the room, you changed your clothes for bed and ate a half slice of cheese that was in your fridge. Throwing the cushions off the couch was no big deal, and pretty soon you were tucking yourself in bed.

If you did believe in God, you would be doing your nightly prayers, but you just scrolled through your phone, checking your emails and socials. A faint shadow cast itself over you, causing you to immediately jump out of the makeshift bed, and grab the remote to use as a self-defence tool.

"What are you doing?" The gloomy figure questioned. Loki was awake.

"I'm going to bed Loki, you should sleep too," You shooed him, retucking yourself to preserve your body heat. Winter was getting closer.

"I'm not sleeping in your bed while you take the couch," he argued. He missed you.

"Well, it looks like you are." A strong arm pushed you off the couch and you fell on the floor with a thud, "Cold~," you cried.

Loki picked you up by your waist, slinging you over his shoulder like a carry bag. You shrieked at him, yelling at him to put you down, when instead he threw you on the bed. Loki's body towered over yours and you couldn't deny you thought it was something incredibly erotic. He walked towards you with an animalistic style, something they'd do before they charged at their prey, and right now you could only assume you were his prey.

Instead of biting your neck and killing you, he plopped himself down beside you, and pulled the heavy quilt up to his chest. He spoke then, "We sleep in the same bed. Problem solved."

"I mean we have done it before," you reasoned with yourself aloud.

Moving closer to Loki, you wrapped your arms around him, feeling his arms tensing when they slid around his waist. Your pelvis was close to his ass then, and you meddled your feet with his. Loki's breath stilled in his throat as you nuzzled your head into his back. You inhaled deeply, smiling as you remember the scent of him- sex and black tea. 

Loki couldn't bear to think that some time ago, he had just fucked his hand thinking about you, and when he found your vibrator, he blushed a deep red at the thought of you fucking yourself. The entire erotic memory brought Loki back to the shade of crimson, and he was thankful he wasn't facing you for you to see it. It was dark, but still, he was stupid.

"Good night, my Loki," you yawned, your entire body building into a stillness and spooning with Loki. You couldn't deny a sense of sentiment towards the 'fictional' character, he was real to you. But did you like him because he was Loki? Did you like him for him ? Or were you just trying to relive a fantasy? A dream?

\-/

"We got you now!" Stephen cried when he dropped the body through the portal, presenting them to his partner who was currently observing the multiversal energy core.

“Stephen, sweetie, I’m not sure who you got from where, but uh,” they hesitated, “The incursion, it uh, it got bigger.”

“What?” Strange was paralysed in disbelief. How did it get bigger? Didn’t he get the right variant?

“Can we please get this bag off my head? It smells like a potato sack!” The person whose hands and legs were tied up and brought by Strange to show his partner was currently complaining about it.

Keys quickly went over to the body and untied the bag over its head, revealing a young feminine person in their twenties; their brown skin and dark eyes boiling with anger, “What the fuck? Why does he look like Benedict Cumberbatch? What's that machine behind you? And why do you look like my lover and holy goddess Keys?”

"Uh," Keys looked from the trafficked human to their husband and back, "Stephen, do they look like a Loki to you?"

"What? What do you mean a Loki? You never told me the incursion was a Loki?" Stephen began slurring his words, his anxiety getting the best of him. His hands began to shake as he got too nervous about his poor decision. His partner walked up to him, held his hands, tracing the veins along his carpal, and then planted a kiss on each palm.

"It's okay, my love, everyone makes mistakes, and don't you worry your pretty little face, this one is fixable." They calmed him down, reminding him that he was only a normal person after all- despite him being the sorcerer supreme, he was at heart a man who was perceptible to fault.

"Um, not to interrupt this little sitcom moment that is sort of making me gag, but do you genuinely think I'm a Loki? out of all people? me? You think a brown girl from Earth who literally has gay panic every time they see a woman and a picture of Tom Hiddleston could be a Loki? Even this undiagnosed ADHD and trauma could tell you that I'm not Loki, no- Loki has borderline personality disorder-"

"Yea, this isn't Loki or the incursion." Keys laughed, "So tell me what's your name, and have you seen a Loki anywhere? You know, six foot two, black hair, big ego white man?"

"Well, I'm Nino, I'm super gay and I think you're hot, but no, if I did see a Loki, I'd be having a ring on my finger."

Key's blushed at the way Nino complimented them, before proceeding to listen to what else they had to say.

"And I know what's an incursion, yes, it's when the boundary between two universes is compromised by a force, they collide, destroying one or both universes entirely, and the only way it can be stopped is if one universe destroys itself before the other. Now, I do know my bestie got a Loki wrapped around her finger, so why don't you go ask her? Also, I have a bondage kink, so I don't think keeping me tied up here is a good idea."

"Stephen, we've got some work to do."

"And uh can I get a samosa? I'm hungry," Nino added from the back as the power couple left them to finish their mission.

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Loki was wandering the halls of the TVA, desperately trying to find a tempad to get back to his Mobius. His eyes were red, his dark eyebags prominently browning and his skin sticky from sweat.  How could Sylvie do this to him? Weren’t they a team? Like how he and Thor were?

“Who are you and what happened?” Mobius trailed behind the god, “Listen, fella, I can’t help you if you don’t talk!”

“Stop it! Stop following me! I need to get to Mobius!” Loki barked back at the man, who then proceeded to shrink into his shoes.

“Last time I checked, I am Mobius,” He defended himself.

“You’re not my Mobius,” Loki’s eyes were welling with tears again. He hadn’t realised what he had just said and quickly reworded his sentence when the variant of Mobius slightly blushed, “I mean, you’re not the Mobius I’m looking fo-”

“What’s your name?” Mobius asked, not allowing him to finish his sentence.

Before Loki could respond, he heard a call for his name coming from outside the office, a voice he could only say he missed. Loki rushed out the doors, pushing anything and everything in his way until he reached the little grey-haired white man, and quickly pulled him into an embrace.

“My Mobius,” Loki whispered into his ear, “Oh my Mobius, you don’t know how much I missed you.”

“Is that me?” Mobius asked Mobius.

“Yeah, I’m your variant, Ka-chow!” Mobius gave him a smile and he ran his fingers through Loki's hair, feeling the soft texture and then feeling comforted by his scent.

“Mobius, we need an army,” Loki pulled away, and looked at Mobius with a pleading face, “He’s coming.”

“Loki, back up a minute, who’s he and why do you need an army? The last time I gave you a Tempad and you almost ran away with your variant-”

“Nononono- I mean at the end of time, there’s this man who calls himself He Who Remains or Kang, and he controls everything, I mean everything- Everything we do, we say- we don’t have free will. And then uh He said that he has an infinite number of variants and they’re going to come for us and destroy the multiverse as we know it and then Sylvie kissed me because I told her we couldn’t kill him and-”

“Hold up, hold up- Sylvie kissed you?!?” Mobius stared at Loki in shock. Who the fuck kisses another version of themselves?

“Doesn’t matter, she isn’t a good kisser anyways- My point is that we have a crisis on our hands!” Loki hopelessly tried to defend himself only for the other Mobius to start giggling.

“Who kisses a variant of themselves? Hey Mobius, let’s kiss,” Mobius said to Mobius.

“C’mere Mobby, lemme give you a smooch,” Mobius was now crying from laughter. 

“That was pretty funny,” Nino laughs from the corner, “Also this guy thinks he can just randomly walk in here and ask for a fucking army? That’s the real joke-”

“Nino?” Mobius blinked his eyes to remove the tears that were falling from laughter and Loki gave him a look of disapproval, “Is that you?”

“Yeah, did you finally get a boyfriend? Christmas tree kinda looks your type-”

Loki blushed heavily as he tried to maintain his facade of trying to act cool, while Mobius corrected his co-worker. “This is just my work partner.”

Loki’s heart felt a pang and his smile dropped again and then he came to a realisation, “You’re the person that shushed me the other day in the library!”

“That’s why I had that dream!” Nino’s face curved into a playful display of offence and then moved on to sipping their cup of coffee.

“Back to the topic-” Loki circled to it, “Kang is coming, and if we don’t do anything-”

“Holy shit, is that me?!” Nino gasped at the sight of themselves in a white shirt and suspenders and stepped closer, moving through the sparkly portal, “I guess I really am hot in every universe.”

\-/

“I swear! I didn’t burn the toast! Neither did I break the eggs! The monster under your bed did it!” Loki posed a front against you.

You were both waiting in line at a little McDonald’s for breakfast. You were trying to make french toast this morning when Loki walked into the kitchen offering to help you; it was a bad idea. The only thing he did was hit his ass against the counter and spill milk onto the bread, making them soggy and then when you tried to fry a few eggs, he dropped the whole fucking box while opening the fridge. As a result, no more food.

He had become much clumsier the past week, ever since he gave you the little swan origami he had made and never stopped smiling when he looked in your direction. You couldn't help but think of him as a little cute duckling. Loki personally enjoyed this domestic life with you, he liked being with you in general.

“Whatever Loki,” you shook your head, peering at the menu trying to calculate the expenditure before selecting an absurd amount of things, “What do you wanna eat?”

“Uh-” they stuttered looking over the menu and feeling slightly overwhelmed after seeing the wide range of products, “I suppose I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

“I’m taking a chicken sandwich, a few fries and an iced coffee, you wanna share? I mean I'll get two sandwiches because, well, we’ll feel hungry so-”

“I’d love that,” Loki reassured you, giving you a soft smile and a pleasant view of their freckle. They looked utterly charming in their green turtle neck, black coat and trousers. Their silly little platform heels gave them a sense of style and eloquence, and added a ridiculous height to their already tall figure. After ordering and getting your ticket, you both sit down in a booth with, mind you, horrendous and apprehensive lighting.

It somehow enhanced Loki’s cheekbones and defined his face into sharp angular figures, and the pen in your wallet felt an itching to get out. You grabbed a tissue, and then took out your pen, and quickly began to make a basic outline of the frame of his complexion. His eyebrows quirked in confusion with a light chuckle and he watched you do your thing, “What are you doing?”

“Stay still,” you shushed him, getting up and quickly adjusting his eyebrows into his previous stance before continuing to draw him, “I’m a goddess at work.”

He simply smiled as he watched you draw him, staying as still as he could. He heard your order number being called out and then offered to go collect the food, and brought it to the table. You split the sandwiches and opened up the fries, when you noticed that they only gave you both a single straw for the iced coffee. Now that was a problem for future you.

“Open up!” you aimed and shot a fry into his mouth, only for it to hit his nose and fall to the ground. Loki laughed as his legs kicked up under the table, accidentally brushing past yours and then frequently apologised. “It’s okay, Loki, it was pretty funny.”

You checked your phone again, just to see if Nino sent you a cringey picture with a good morning message as she usually does. She didn’t. You were getting worried and Loki saw that.

“Love,” he called and immediately gained your attention. You looked up from the screen, and saw that Loki was holding up a fry to your mouth, just like you did to him, and forced you to eat it. “Is it Nino?”

“Yea, I’m just worried about her,” you swallowed, “she just hasn’t texted me this morning.”

“She may be having a lover over?” Loki proposed a theory; he just wanted you to calm down.

“It’s not really like Nino to have one-night stands, she’s demiaroace,” you told him. Maybe he was right, maybe you were just sleeping.

“Let’s stop by her house on the way home, okay?”

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Walking up to Nino's apartment, you peeked through the curtains by the door- just to see if her lights were on! you're not that much of a creep. 

Her silver-tiled floor shone the reflections of warm lights and you held your hand up to the door to knock. It opened before you could, and Nino stood at the door, short as ever and her hair cosplaying a mop.

"What the fuck happened to you?" You gasped your brows furrowing and behind you Loki moved closer, growing concerned.

"Bitch, I just took a 19-hour nap, you know the one I take every month? Besides, I was watching Ms Marvel again," She told you with an exhausted sigh. Her eyes were visibly exhausted, red and glossy. Her skin was crisp and dry, she needed a shower.

"Forgiving, uh," you fumbled, "Do you need anything? Soap?"

"No no, I'll text you if I need anything." She was assuring, but it still seemed off. They suddenly felt an itch in their shoulder, and in no more than a second, a little black spider. They simply rolled their eyes and picked up the spider with their other hand, carefully placing it on their windowsill, "Also, I like spiders, Loki, They're my favourite arachnids."

Loki giggled behind you, and you couldn't help but smile at the sight of the trickster playing a prank on your best friend. You said your goodbyes and left Nino to nap.

"See, darling?" Loki assured you as you both walked back to your apartment, "Nino's fine. Now, can we please finish Thor: Ragnarok?"

"Alright alright," you smiled as his hand slightly brushed against yours. The little action couldn't help but give you little butterflies. And then you started to daydream.

What if Loki just grabbed your hand and you walked back home together, looking like a couple? What if he pushed you against the door when you got home? What if he licked your neck? And then started to bite you? What if he started to take off your shirt and praise you? What if he started to call you his little slu-

"Y/n? Dear, you haven't been answering me at all," Loki tried to bring you back to reality. You both were already at the front door. He was asking you to unlock it. Well, he was holding his hand out for the key. And you gave it to him. His hand was warm, and rough, and Loki felt his entire body surge with endorphins at the slight touch of your hands.

"Thank you, love." That was a new one. Love .

\-/

"I told you I could handle-" Nino opened the closet to see Keys going down on Stephen, almost to the point where they were going to lower his zipper, "What the fuck! Stop! This is my closet!"

"Sorry," Keys blushed, "Stephen started moaning."

"They're just being my good baby girl," Stephen winked at his partner.

"Ew! No! Please! This is where I cry gay™ thoughts!" Nino pulled them both out of their closet and made them sit at opposite ends of their kitchen table. 

"Now, you said you can help us find the incursion," Keys waved around their hand, shimmering red magic cleaning up Nino's kitchen.

"Yes, and I'm not it, we know that," Nino pinpointed.

Stephen asked her, "Well, have you seen a Loki that isn't supposed to be here? Or maybe someone you haven't seen in a while?"

"Oh I have seen something, but it's a long story…." 

\-/

"You knew?" Loki asked you with a frantic heart, "You know about him?"

"I know it's not your fault, Loki," You comforted him, tears streaming down his face as his nose was dripping mucus, "He can't hurt you anymore."

Loki was in such shock that he soon fell asleep in your arms. He looks so gentle, so innocent. How could someone do such unspeakable things to such a beautiful person? Loki didn't deserve it. His father made no effort in raising him, and his emotions… Well, they were new to Loki. Until recently Loki admitted he never had good coping mechanisms. Until he found you. You were so patient, so caring. Loki always admired your being; You had so little, but you gave so much. He trusted you.

And then he woke up, in your arms, and he felt safe. Loki held your torso tighter, clinging onto your soft skin. He liked your scent, it was comforting. You noticed he wasn't crying anymore, and whispered, "How are you feeling, my prince?"

Your prince . Loki felt his chest squish into a gooey mess, like someone took out his heart, gave it to a child who was teething and put it back when the child threw it away. He felt warm, and yet terrified. He couldn't handle the thought of your rejection, but it was worse not being able to call you his.

"My chest hurts," he confessed honestly.

"It's okay, you've been crying all afternoon-"

"No, no, it's not just that," Loki pulled away from your body to sit upright. He had to do it now. It was now or never.

"You can tell me anything, Loki," You gave him that loving smile you always did, and held his face in your hands. Loki's head nuzzled in your palms, enjoying your touch. Could he really tell you this?

"You," he started slow, to what he thought was a poor start with his lack of articulation," You make me feel things, Y/n, things I can't explain. It makes me loop my heart into a twist and knot. I don't know, I just feel better when I'm around you. You make me feel like I'm a good person, and you do make me a better person. I trust you, and honestly, I don't find a reason to mask everything and hide things or be vulnerable around you. You're so amazing and ethereal and I honestly don't deserve your or your affection. You're so beautiful."

"Loki, what are you saying?" You were tearing up at his honest confession, your heart beating rapidly as though it would pop out of your body if not for your rib cage. This could be it, your heart told you, but your mind convinced you Loki was just messing around.

"I mean Y/n, that I think I have feelings for you. And I don't think they're platonic or friendship-like. They feel more romantic, more sensual. I like you, and I know this is possibly the worst way to tell you, but whenever I look at your lips, I just want to kiss them, and when your hands are near mine, I want to hold them, and when your body's close to me, I just want to hold you and never let go. I want to give you everything you deserve and more, but I'm afraid that isn't possible because you deserve the multiverse. I truly am sorry if my advances make you uncomfortable, with your word I'll stop, and if you wish for my absence, I'll step right out your door and promise never to interfere in your life."

"Loki," you crumbled to bits. Loki liked you. Loki liked you. Loki liked you . Loki liked you . 

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Loki leaned forward, wanting to place a feathery light kiss on your lips. Honestly, you were so dazed through his entire confession, you weren't really sure what was happening.

Recently you had been plagued with visions of you and Loki cuddling on the couch, dancing in the living room, cleaning your bedroom together with shared kisses and reminiscing memories, but most of which were dreams of you both fucking, lost in the heat of the moment. You couldn't blame yourself for thinking this was a dream as well. 

You wanted this. You wanted Loki. You wanted him to kiss you, to fuck you, to make love to you. You wanted it for your birthday, Christmas, new year, whenever. 

Your breath was heaving and unsteady, and Loki only felt pain from your silence. He pulled away, saving himself from further embarrassment, "I'm sorry."

"Loki, kiss me-" Your words were delivered with a sense of hurry, like he would disappear at any moment. He was startled, but he looked to your lips and back, unsure if you genuinely wanted him to do so.

"Are you sure, darling?" 

"Loki, whenever you call me 'darling' or 'love' or 'pet', I want to do nothing more than grab your face and kiss you," you admitted. Loki looked to your lips, allowing his hands to gently cup your face and neck, and pull your body closer to his. 

Your eyes shut close as Loki brushed his lips over yours, softly closing the distance between you both and pouring all his love for you into the kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft, and warm. You slowly sucked on his upper lip, and put your hands in his hair, tugging on his dark locks. Running your hands through his scalp made Loki incredibly aroused. A little shudder escaped his mouth and you smiled, and kissed him again. The smile then turned into a soft laugh, making Loki blush out of embarrassment.

"I like kissing you," you told him, pulling his face toward you again as you adjusted your position over him, straddling his waist and sitting on his lap.

"I've dreamt of this you know," Loki disclosed to you, his cheeks a furious shade of crimson. His arms wrapped around your waist. Your body felt warm with his, and then to him, everything seemed to make sense. It felt surreal.

Looking from your eyes and back to your lips, Loki closed the gap once more, tracing the silhouette of your body with his hands and then placing his hands at your hips, pulling your body closer to his. Your arms were wrapped around his torso and as you tilted your head to better fit his lips, he slightly brushed your pants down.

You couldn't help but give him a soft chuckle. Loki smirked and pulled away from your lips to kiss your jawline and then your neck. He reached up again to kiss your forehead, displacing his hands from your hips to cup your head and then put them back to where they were when he dug his head into the crook of your neck. He started sucking, and then he bit you, a soft bite, just enough to bruise your soft skin. You gave a silenced grunt, to which Loki stuck out his tongue and licked you all the way from your collarbone to your ear. 

"Don't stay quiet, pet, I want to hear you," He commanded. As Loki buried his face into the crook of your neck, he planted multiple lovebites onto your skin, simply to hear you moan for him. Your dominant hand moved downwards, while the other latched onto his neck. Your heart was pounding and Loki knew it. He grunted at the touch of your fingers near him. He was hard.

You lightly stroked him through his pants and his soft moan sent vibrations through your skin. Loki remembered his dream about you both, how you were riding his cock and moaning his name, and suddenly he had an idea. He pulled his torso away from your body, but kept your hand in his.

“Come here, dove,” he called you towards your drawer, “Open the last one for me, will you?”

You blushed furiously. Maybe Loki found your vibrator. You pulled the drawer as seductively as you could, trying your best to match the aura of the room, and picked up the vibrator. Loki moved towards your body, using his finger to lightly stroke the sex toy as his hand grasped yours.

“Do you play with yourself often, darling?” He smirked, his eyes dilated and filled with lust. You nodded bashfully, your ears heating up. “I want you to touch yourself in front of the mirror.”

“Yes, Loki, ” you position yourself on your ass in front of the mirror for this glorious god before you. He helped you out of your clothing, admiring the sight of your breasts and diving head first into sucking your nipples on the floor. You felt yourself grow wetter, and fuck he sucked good. Dragging a lick down your sternum, Loki proceeded to take off your pants and underwear, kissing your thighs softly. It tickled but you couldn't help but feel pleasured by the intimate action. Here you were, entirely naked in front of a fully covered Loki, you whined “It's not fair, you’re still clothed.”

“Undress me then,” his breath heaved as you sat upright and took off his shirt to see his evenly toned chest. He had put on a little bit of weight since he arrived at your home, and you smiled at his growth. Loki was just staring at you. Watching you intently as you undressed him. His dream came true. He couldn't believe that just a few minutes ago, he was confessing his love to you. Well, he wouldn’t say love for now. “It’s discourteous to stare, kitten.”

“But you're incredibly handsome, my prince,” your nickname for him sent a rush of blood towards his crotch, his growing erection now fully flushed and stiff, “I like undressing you.”

“Make it fast,” His teeth were gritted together, his impatience pushing through, “And I want you to play with yourself.”

Pulling down his pants, and then his soaking underwear, his erection was long and hard, a vein throbbing near the nip. You looked up at Loki, asking for permission to suck his cock, but he shook his head. You sat yourself naked in front of the mirror, soaking up your juices with two fingers and prepared yourself. You circled around your clit lightly, watching you fuck yourself. You looked up slightly and saw Loki stroking himself intently, watching your face and your hands, and his mouth curled downwards when you slowed down.

“Don’t stop, pet,” His voice was hoarse with desire -desire for you- and gave you motivation, and honestly more wetness to touch yourself. You moved your slick hand downwards, toying with your clit with your free hand, and began running the slickness up and down. The sight was most arousing to Loki, and it took a lot of constraint not to fuck you right into the floor.

You pushed in one finger and then another, slowly pumping your digits into yourself. Curling your fingers near your g-spot, you gave a soft moan followed by Loki’s name. When you looked up in the mirror to see Loki, and he wasn't there, you stopped, and looked around the room to find him. He stood at the front of the drawer, sounds of some wetness coming from there, and then a buzzing. He turned around and got slightly agitated that you weren’t fingering yourself anymore. Loki strode his long, muscular legs towards you and then knelt beside your body. He almost growled at the sight of your dripping pussy, and then put the vibrator at your clit, stroking it down to your entrance and then back up. 

He grabbed hold of your hand, the one that was fucking your cunt a few seconds ago and inserted them back into your wetness. Loki then added another finger -his own- and moved his hand at a pace with yours, curling into your spot with each pump. You were so close to cumming, that at the removal of the vibrator, Loki’s fingers and yours, you whined audibly and with incredible frustration. 

“The only way you’re going to cum tonight is by my cock,” He ordered, denying you of your orgasm.

“Then give me your cock, Loki,” you begged, something which Loki liked, “I want you. I need you.”

“That’s my good girl,” He aligned his cock with your entrance, and then with a look to your face, to which the prince earned an encouraging nod, he pushed in. You felt his cock everywhere, and although it was somewhat painful, the pleasure you earned from him filling you up felt so great. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“You’re so big,” you laughed, holding his hand and engaging him to start thrusting. He then told you your safe word, red . A simple short word, a word delivered with lust. 

Loki’s cock was so huge, it felt amazing in your cunt, and you moaned his name and he did yours. His hand ran up your body, from your waist to your breasts and then to your neck, and then squeezed it, his hands feeling delightfully constraining against your trachea. His other arm reached out and grabbed the vibrator, putting its buzzing attention to your clit. It felt like Valhalla, your pussy filled with Loki’s giant cock, his hand using a vibrator to your clitoris and his other hand lightly choking you. And then he removed them all away- well, all except his cock. He simply stopped moving, limiting the amount of friction within you. He pulled you up to sit on his cock then, but held your hips in place to stop you from moving. It was absolutely torture with him trying to delay your orgasm.

“Do you want to be my cock warmer?” You shook your head at the question, desperately trying to rebuild your motion to lead you to euphoria, however, it was all in vain since Loki’s grip strength was much more than it showed, “No? My pet doesn’t? Well then, you’ll have to ride me.”

He let go of your hips, and you instantly started to grind on his body, your ass touching his balls, and his pubic hair causing enough friction for your clit. Loki laid on his back, and pulled his knees up to support you. You put your hands by his ankles, and leaned back to change the angle. Boy, oh, boy did Loki know what he was doing because now his cock head was exactly hitting your sweet spot. Your head was spinning and soon you came with a shout of Loki’s name. He followed quickly, moaning loudly and grabbing your hips to continue the friction. When you both had finished you pulled yourself off his cock, and a mixture of his and your cum dripped down your thighs.

Picking up a castaway shirt, you cleaned Loki's cock, making sure he was fine and then proceeded to clean yourself. Throwing a shirt over your head, you picked up another from the array of clothes across the room and sat Loki upright. He put on the shirt and then pulled back his hair, using a hair tie to secure a little bun. He laughed, “I’m supposed to be taking care of you, Love.”

“But that’s my job, Loki.” 

“You’re so beautiful, he leaned forward to kiss you, feeling calmer and more collected. The kiss was more sensual, less fierce as before, but had the same amount of care and passion before, if not for more, “Let’s go to bed.”

Pushing Loki onto the mattress, you cuddled up behind him, gently spooning the god and pulling him closer to you with your arms wrapped around him. It felt home .

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The sun peeked through the thick curtains of your room, light scattering flawlessly like blades. One certain ray of sunshine fell right over Loki's face, highlighting the prettiest parts about him. Unfortunately, he was awoken from his sleep and stirred slightly in bed. 

Loki's arms were curled snugly around your sleeping figure, and as he came into consciousness, he pulled your body closer under his while being careful not to wake you. He exhaled, feeling completely relaxed- at peace - for maybe the first time in his life. Everything felt chaotic, but with you, it was always slow, always calm. Loki liked the serenity.

After he made a small hum of approval while thinking about last night, he felt a little tickle under his jaw. You were kissing him. Loki's heart did a little flip before he chuckled softly. "I guess I'm not the only one awake."

"Hmm, are you sure?" you spoke, your voice rough and Loki felt blood rush downwards. Your morning voice was fucking attractive. And with you kissing his jawline and your body pressed into his- Loki was about to get hard.

"Good morning, darling," You nuzzled your head into the crook of the god's neck to soothe your burning ears after Loki called you darling. No matter what he called you, you'd somehow always get palpitations.

"It's so funny," you giggled, propping yourself up with your elbows over Loki's chest. His arms wrapped around your waist as your legs entangled with his.

"What is?" his head cocked to the side, his midnight locks of hair fanning under the pillow like a halo around his head. Gorgeous was an underestimation of his beauty. Your hand reached up and traced the ridges and wrinkles of his skin; you admired him.

"I've had…. dreams about this. About me, and you, and well, sex," you bashfully admitted.

"Just a dream," Loki muttered, cupping your face with one of his huge palms. He stroked your cheekbones, and then pulled his fingers to your chin, pulling it forward gently, "May I kiss you?"

"Yes, I want to taste your morning breath," you laughed, leaning down and kissing Loki's mouth in a loving manner. His lips were somewhat chapped but softer than they were last night. You pulled back, finding his previous phrase awfully familiar, "Is- Is that an Anna Watson reference?"

"I know what Wattpad is, my sweet," he grinned darkly, pulling your waist upwards with his strong arms, "I've seen your library. You've been a naughty girl."

"Oh but you like it that way, don't you, my king?"

Loki did not answer, however, the smirk on his face gave it all. He lay there, in your bed, with you both naked. Loki wondered how he had gotten so lucky, how he had gotten you. He had spent years of his life hating himself, always desperate to do anything for the attention that came with it. You see, when you think you're never good enough, especially to have companions, you take what attention you get; even if it's negative.

You had shown Loki that he doesn't need to do that anymore. You had shown him that he was, and always is, enough. He was worthy. 

The smirk on Loki's face faltered into a genuine smile, and then into a slightly confused one when you started tracing your fingers across his arms. He peeked his head over to what you were doing, and watched you intently as your warm fingers ran over his scars. Scars Thanos gave him, and scars he gave himself.

Loki felt vulnerable, and he wasn't sure what to make of it. He knew you weren't disgusted by it, but he knew you didn't like it. You hated it. You hated the thought of Loki hurting himself; He didn't- and still doesn't- deserve the pain. You imagined how he'd cry, having no one to hold, no one to confess to, no one to stay. He reminded you of yourself. 

You ran your soft fingers up each and every scar, and then lifted his arm up to your face. You bent down slightly to kiss every cicatrix, reminding Loki how loved he was, how loved he was by you. Loki felt his heart twist into a thousand knots and under the heavy pressure of his heart beating, his head felt dizzy with pleasure. The affection, the warmth, the care; Loki promised himself he would deliver to you and you alone. Only your divinity was for his love. 

"So pretty," you whispered against the cool skin of his forearm. Loki's heart broke. Tears pricked his eyes and his nose was starting to leak mucus. He wanted to cry. And so he did. Only this time he didn't feel vulnerable. It felt liberating, truly. 

"I don't understand your infatuation with me, don't you know what I've done?" He cried, unconsciously relieving all his past trauma, all the innocents he killed, Frigga, Odin, Thor.

"Loki," you entwined your fingers, and Loki sat upright, using his other hand to pull you to his chest as you sat in his lap, your legs wrapping around his slender waist, quite like a koala. You used your free palm to hold his neck as you joined your foreheads together and touched his nose, "Your past doesn't define you."

You hesitated for a moment, trying to word your next sentence appropriately, "I .. really like you, Loki. For who you are. A compassionate, empathetic, romantic person who also happens to be unrealistically hot."

Loki laughed then, listening to your eloquent speech end in a slang term. His laughter couldn't do anything less than make the smile grow wider, and eyes flutter shut in disbelief. You pulled Loki's neck closer to your mouth, an appreciated attempt to kiss him.

You hand phased through him. Your body quite literally passed through Loki's which was flickering in a shine of gold and himself. Just as quick as it happened, it stopped, and you could physically touch his body. It happened before. To both you and Loki. Why is it happening? Is Loki okay?

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“Narfi? baby? Where are you?”

“Who’s Narfi, and whoa,” You look at yourself, somehow pregnant, “Why do you look like me and pregnant?”

“What? Why do you look like me?” You asked an alternate version of yourself, quickly finding many more around you in the room of brown and gold, “And why are you in a ballgown?”

“I beg your pardon, I am a queen.”

“Queen of what? Disneyland?” you jested against yourself.

“I am Queen Y/n of Vanaheim and Asgard, you cunt. What is this place and why are there so many of me?” A rose gold gown was draped naturally against her body. Y/n was actually searching for Loki, merely hours ago she was going to her tea date with her husband, and then came the soldiers in black and orange. They were the ones who had strapped that machine to her neck and rendered her powerless.

“My name’s Y/n too, “ she sighed, “I'm a very pregnant avenger and I really just want to go home and eat some pickles.” She looked up at the ceiling and started yelling, “I said I really just want to go home and eat some pickles!”

You laughed. Another version of you came close to you both, and she was dressed in a gown as well. The formal silver lacework and the white silk made her look divine. Pregnant you said to ballgown you as you both watched her come over, “Damn, I’m hot!” 

“Hello there, do you two know where I can get out of this place? I was going to have sex, and now I have this collar around my neck, which is buzzing at a weird frequency and I don’t like it.” She pointed to the gorget which was rustling against her necklace.

“You want sex, I just want pickles, " Pregnant Y/n complained. You rolled your eyes and held out your hand to conjure up a jar of fermented cucumbers.

“Alright, shut your trap, I’ll just use my magic.” The queen wasn’t able to do anything, however. It seemed like her magic wasn’t magicking as Avenger Y/n called it.

“You did not just call me bitch because I have cravings and you can’t magic a jar of pickles. I’m a mutant, I read other people’s minds and move shit with mine.”

“Here’s your jar of pickles ma’am.” An Indian woman walked into the room, from a gold, translucent cuboid. She held out a jar of pickles and clasped her hands together before turning to the group of variants and asking them to follow along.

You stared in disbelief at the sight before you. Loki disintegrated in front of you. He phased through your hands. It never happened with Loki. Why?

“What just happened?” you say, unconsciously retracting your arm to your torso. Loki’s eyes were in a panic-filled haze. 

"Did you just pass through me?" Loki stammered, his breathing getting unevenly faster.

"This only happened once before," you recollected the memory, "I was grabbing butter and it phased through my fingers in sparkles. I just thought I was dreaming."

"Why? How?" Loki's lower lip was quivering. A sharp vibration came from the dresser table, and your phone's screen flashed four letters and an emoji. Nino was calling.

You picked up the call, quickly asking her if anything was wrong, and after she confirmed your suspicions to be untrue, she asked if you were alright. Doing what you always do, you told Nino the truth, alright maybe not the whole truth, but a minority of it. You left out the part where Loki and you had sex. That was something you wanted to keep between the two of you.

"Wait wait, y'all kissed?" She was slightly taken aback by your story, "Did you guys fu-"

"Back to the point," you hear a faint voice in the background, someone who sounded quite familiar to a famous actor you knew, "Is Benedict Cumberbatch at your house? Or are you watching Sherlock again?"

"Haha, another funny story," Nino laughed anxiously, wondering if she should tell you. But then, she couldn't.

"Who are you talking to?" The sorcerer demanded. Nino quivered and showed him the phone screen which read your name and an emoticon smile next to it. "Is this the one?" he asked and they nodded in answer.

You could hear some muffled audio through the phone and Loki just raised a brow in confusion. No sooner than the distortion stopped, a shimmering orange and gold spark began to spiral near your bed. Your eyes went wide and you pushed the blanket up to your chest to protect your dignity. Loki on the other hand had flashbacks to a few months ago and quickly dove under the covers.

"Are you Y/n?" Strange asked as he stepped out of the circulating portal, "Is Loki here?"

"Why would Loki be here and why are you looking for him?" You quizzed, watching a red-haired person in a black suit walk out behind him alongside Nino, "Nino!"

"Bitch, Loki's causing an incursion," Nino told you straightforwardly, not a care about the way she delivered the news to you because she knew whatever Strange would say would be harsher.

"An incursion? As in when two universes collide?" You asked in utter distress, and then noticed her 'oh bullshit' stance, "And yeah, I didn't tell you we had sex because I know you'll freak out."

"Oh no, I had to suffer watching Keys and Stephen make out in my closet!"

"Now, how was I supposed to know that!" You defended.

"Wait, what is happening?" Loki asked confused as fuck.

A little turmeric gold translucent window opened, and then a man stepped through. His hair was grey, his skin was white and wrinkled, and his suit was worn in a more sloppy fashion, in a manner where it seemed as though he didn't wear it to be formal anymore, but just because he was mandated to.

"Loki?" The man called, and in a shimmer, you and Loki were both dressed due to Keys' magic. They winked at Stephen and he gave a nod of thanks. "I'm Mobius, And you need to come with me."

Loki was confused. What had he done now? Did he cause trouble? He was only with you all this time. Loki didn't want all this. He just wanted peace. He just wanted you.

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Loki looked down at his hands, wondering what else he had in store for him. At the moment, he was simply at a table in a room with a dull ambience and a little screen with a tape of his life. He looked blankly up to face Mobius, who was asking him how he was supposed to fix the incursion Loki has caused.

Loki frankly didn't care if he caused an incursion, nor did he bother to educate himself on whatever it was. 

I'd suck this man off if that meant he would let me go piss.

Loki hadn't gone to the washroom for a while, and while he was detained, they wouldn't exactly live the idea of him in a bathroom, alone and unsupervised. He'd kill for a piss. That was one of the reasons he was staring at his palms, observing the intricate creases his hand possessed. The other reason was you.

Loki was thinking about the intimate moment you both had shared a few hours ago. He was lost in thoughts of you, your delicious sounds and the way your face contoured itself when you reached ecstasy. It was a headaching sight to Loki, and he didn't know it, but he was smiling a bit when he thought of it. Mobius simply put it off as the variant being weird.

Loki was tired. That was it. He was just exhausted; mentally, physically, and emotionally. He didn't want to do anything, he didn't want to think about anything. He just wished his mind stopped thinking for a while and he could be at peace. Being with you eased most of the chaos inside his shattered mind. It felt nice. It felt so very nice.

You were somewhere in the TVA, you didn't know where, but you didn't care. An agent entered the room, their entire person covered from head to toe in some form of mask and suit, making them unrecognisable from any point of view. They didn't speak either. They simply pulled out a piece of crumpled paper from the multitude of pockets their suit possessed and slid it across the table to you.

The paper was a note, asking for your name and how you got here. Why would someone who worked here ask why you were here?

You looked up at them, trying to see through their dark goggles to face their eyes. Their response was simply their fist on the table and point to the note with their other hand. "Why do you care?" You questioned, your tongue dripping with venom.

With no reply from them, you spilt all the details, telling them each and every detail of how you got here, pulling the little collar while you spoke to give you enough air to breathe. 

They pulled off their masks, revealing themselves to be… You? That definitely looked like you. Was that your variant?

"Yes, I am your variant, and apparently your most famous one." She stated, "I can read minds and I'm an Avenger. I assume you're not based on your confronting skills."

"Excuse me?" you have her a soft offended look.

"We don't have time, we need to get you out of here." 

"Where's Loki?" Of course, that was your first question.

"He's with the others," she informed you, removing the stupid collar from your neck. Others? Was he with more variants of himself?

You didn't know what else to ask her, and you didn't really want to piss her off, so you just followed her instructions. You were a fucking Avenger in another universe for fucks sake. 

She led you to a little room, filled with other, you assumed, variants of yourself. Inside, you saw yourself in a ballgown, one of you pregnant and holding a jar of pickles and then one of you in a little lacey white dress. They each had a variant of Loki with themselves, your Avenger variant connecting her foreheads to his as she entered the room behind you. In the corner, you saw the brown woman you were all too familiar with. You ran towards her, your arms wide open for a hug.

"Nino!" You cried, enclosing the Desi in a warm hug. They reciprocated, but not after a tinge of hesitation, "How the fuck are you at the TVA?"

"Oh, you're the normal variant," she scoffed mildly, "I don't think I'm the Nino you know think I am."

"Where's my Loki?" You begged them for an answer. Was he okay? "Why do they all have a Loki? Where's my Loki?"

"Sweetie, calm your tits, Mobius is getting him."

"What happened to Strange? And Keys? And my Nino? Are they okay?"

"Strange has been charged with the mishandling of multiversal scales, and Keys is in a detention room with your Nino." They replied, their eyes moving away from yours to look at the opening door behind you. 

In walked Mobius, with his latest depressed variant. He moved Loki forward, gave him a pat on the back and whispered a few words that made the prince look upwards and land his eyes on you. 

Loki gasped softly as he saw you, rushing towards you to wrap you in a tight hug, and hopefully never let go. His hands snaked itself around your waist and neck, pulling your body toward him, keeping you close to him.

"Oh dove," his hoarse voice filled your ears, "Are you alright?" 

Loki pulled away to inspect your body and TVA provided a jumpsuit for any signs of hurt and after finding none, he grabbed your face and gave your crown a kiss.

"I'm fine, Loki," you chuckled at his erratic behaviour, and pulled his hand to your mouth to give his knuckles a feathery kiss. "Why were you crying?" 

"I just want to go home, to our apartment. I'm so tired of all this." His tone was disheartened, pouring with exhaustion and acceptance of whatever fate he was to receive.

You gave him a quick kiss, filled with reassurance, love and purity. In all his life, his one thousand and fifty-four years of living, Loki had never met anyone who cared for him this much, he has never met someone who would give him affection without bounds. He loved it. And maybe, just maybe, Loki loved you. 

"We'll get home, I promise," you joined your forehead to his, closing your eyes at the intimacy, the trust.

"I can help with that," Loki said from the corner. A man with grey hair emerged from behind him.

"Oh my god, guys it's the Loki that kissed himself !” Nino laughed, sipping his coffee as he did.

Mobius cracked into a burst of tear-filled laughter from behind him again, as his boyfriend simply scowled at him, "It was this one time! I swear!"

"Mhm, and I masturbated this one time," Nino giggled.

"Okay guys, shush, my girlfriend has a headache," Sylvie called out, holding a variant of you in her arms, "There there, my love."

"Oh dear Natasha," you groaned. This was going to be a lot to unpack.

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Loki put his head in his hands. There was no way that his variant could send him back home. That was just not something Loki would do. You walked closer to him, hearing him sigh in frustration. He was coming up with a plan. It's not that Loki didn’t want to meet all these different versions of himself, he just wanted to go home, to have peace, to be okay with you by his side.

You wrapped your arms around him from the back, laying your head on his shoulder blades, only to hear his heart thumping out of Loki’s chest. You squeezed his torso comfortingly, his arms raising to hold yours and his head was slightly raised. You moved your body to face him, not letting your hug end. 

His fine limbal rings and his dilated pupils quite frankly scared you, his behaviour most likely imitating a frightened child. He looked like he was unsure of what to do, whether to accept this Loki’s offer or listen to Mobius, the sweet agent he had met a few hours ago, explaining to him he caused a major incursion in his and your timeline.

Mobius had retained the fact that trillions of people would die due to his shirt in reality, but Loki knew it well beforehand. He had killed people before, but then he was not in his senses. He was now, and these people would now be dead. All because of him, and his selfishness.

How could Loki have been so foolish? Was this all he was meant for? Suffering ? If he didn't suffer, so many other things did; and if he wasn't happy, countless joyful events occurred across the universe. Was being happy too much to ask?

Loki looked around, as you placed a soft kiss on his cheek. He spotted a few daggers where Loki and Mobius were talking and his mind's cogs began whirring.

"Loki, it's okay. We're okay," you assured him, "We got this. We're safe. You're safe."

Your soft, caring voice almost made Loki's heart shatter. He waited too long. He waited too long for the universe to give him the happiness he deserved. He was going to be selfish. He needed to be selfish now, for you. For both of you.

"Dove, I have a plan, and I need you to distract Lokius."

"Lokius?" you asked confusedly, hoping Loki knew what he meant by saying that.

"I need you to go over there and talk to Me and Mobius and distract them long enough so I can get those knives."

He smirked. Loki had just killed not one, but two entire universes. What difference would the staff of a fucking time control company do? He watched you walk over and saw his chance, not so stealthily taking all the blades as he ran out the door. 

Finally, some good violence. Loki missed this, the craving for blood, for lust. It felt so empowering, the way people would simply get on their knees so he could spare them and let them live their miserable lives.

He stabbed multiple people on the way, and his fists were completely drenched in blood. You couldn't lie, running after Loki turned you on slightly, but the most extraordinary part was when he licked his dagger clean off the blood.

You both were hiding behind a column, with five guards surrounding the elevator. He handed you a knife, his saliva coating the metal in a shine.

"Are you ready to kill someone?" Loki looked taken aback by his own sentence, "I mean, do you want to uh, stab someone with me?" 

Loki's face burned red with what he had previously asked you. That may have been Loki's idea of romance, but he couldn't quite be sure it was yours as well.

"I thought you'd never ask," you sniffed the blade using your finger, collecting the remains of Loki's spit, and gently sucking your finger. That turned Loki on more than it should have, "you taste heavenly."

Loki smirked, his mind turning to all the ways you both could cause chaos. It was Loki's nature; he was the one and only god of mischief, and right now he was thinking of all the ways he could make you his queen. He moved in front of one of the guards, holding their neck and torso with their hands behind their back, giving you a clear path to slicing a bit of the neck. You would be the death of him. 

He stabbed two others, as you stabbed one of them in the neck and used the hilt of the dagger to knock down the other for your lover. “Pet, have I told you how much this makes me want to fuck you right now?”

A rush of arousal rushes through your body, a heat flooding your face. “Maybe you can show me when we get home, Lokes.”

Stealing a tempad from one of the bodies on the floor, you flip through the timelines and open a portal to take you both back to home. Mobius and Loki run after you, followed by a variant of you.

“Guys, think about this, we might need you both,” Loki calls to himself.

“I’ve had enough of this. The last time I tried helping someone, my mother died. I don’t want to lose anyone anymore. I’m going home,” Loki pushed you into the portal, and then walked through after explaining himself to the three.

Mobius and his boyfriend stared at your variant. “He’s always like this,” she explained, “Leave them alone.”

You pulled Loki’s body towards you, kissing his clothed chest as you wrapped him in a hug. He held you close to him, close enough to hear his heartbeat. Loki leaned down, giving your crown a small peck, before trailing it down from your glabella to your nose bridge and then laid the purest, loving kiss on your lips.

His hand raised itself from your waist to support your neck at such an angle that he took your breath away. Loki’s lips were warm, just as you remembered them, and their warmth distracted you long enough to leave his tears go unnoticed. His sweet salty bead of saline coated your lips as he pulled away.

“I’m sorry, I'm sorry, I- I just don't want to lose you,” he stuttered, his voice cracking as he hugged you for comfort.

“It’s okay, Loki, we’re home, we’re safe,” you rubbed his back in circles hoping it would give him the support he needed oh so desperately, “You’re never going to lose me.”

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Loki always wondered what love was like. His mother described it as a feeling. But that was all it was, just a feeling. Loki and Thor would always talk about how they would marry beautiful princesses when they were older, and rule Asgard together.

And when one day, Loki felt an attraction towards another young prince, Loki was confused. He wondered why he wanted to hold the boy's hand oh so tight, and hug him whenever he liked. He wanted to know why his throat went dry and his hands got clammy whenever he was around the boy. Loki asked his brother about it, and Thor simply told him that's what he feels around pretty girls. But Loki felt like that around boys. He felt out of place.

Loki confided in the only other person he trusted, his mother. She explained to him that what he was experiencing was normal, and that it didn't matter if he felt that around a girl, a boy, something else or even if he didn't feel that at all. Loki felt relieved to hear it, and childishly asked his mother what he was feeling and what he should do about it.

His mother simply told him he'll understand when he was older.

Time passed, years went by and Loki only ever felt like that with barely a handful of people. He began to stick his nose into the pages of a book, and dream about the different lives people had. He read about fairies, ogres, mermaids, scientists, artists, businesspeople, mathematicians, forests, deserts, and wetlands; Loki enjoyed every piece of literature he could get his hands on. 

His favourites, however, were those books about love, faith, and kissing. Loki felt the empty void in his chest filled by the few words written on paper. He did not care if it was fiction or a real story, only if it brought him a taste of solace.

As Loki grew older, and finally understood his mother's mysticism, he began to experience it less. People didn't really like a prince who had a book up to his face, dark features and a lanky body. They liked someone who was strong and bold. Thor was always the first to come to mind when he thought of these things. Even Odin made it clear about that.

The girl that liked Loki turned out to be using him only for his status. And so the prince sealed his heart away, behind a wall of concrete and ice. He would never let his feelings show, he would never let anyone hurt him, instead, he would hurt them first, break their heart before they could break his. He would become the ice-hearted monster he was.

"Shh, it's okay. I've got you." You tried your best to calm down Loki. He was really upset, leaving behind everyone, everything; what he wouldn't do to talk to Thor again. 

Loki had been dreaming one night of introducing you to his brother. He dreamt about how Thor would (almost) break your ribs while he hugged you and greeted you as though you were always part of their family. Moreover, Loki dreamt about how proud Thor would have been of him, how proud he would be that his little brother found someone that loved him. He had dreamt about how Frigga would take you in as one of her own.

Loki's mind was numb. He didn't know why you kept doing this for him. Always showing him a sense of home, and comforting him at every moment he needed you. How you selflessly gave him…. love. Loki's mind could only form one word, "Why?"

"Why what? Loki, are you alright?" You questioned him, gently cupping his face as you both lay on the ground with him in your arms.

"I don't know anymore," he whimpered. Loki took in a deep breath, his tears and congestion rendering him breathless. He struggled to form sentences; he was feeling so much, but could only say so little, "Why do you care for me so much? You know what I've done, how selfish I am."

"I don't care, Loki, what you've done and what they say about you," your eyes began to prick with tears as well, "You're my Loki, and I-"

"You what?" He struck, his voice on the edge of venom.

"I think I love you."

Love. It was the feeling Loki had been dreaming about his entire life.

"You're so handsome and funny, and you never fail to make me smile. Even when you get me hotheaded, I can't believe that you're always the one to calm me down. You keep me grounded, Lokes. You make me feel at home. I've spent a long part of my life, just surviving for the shit of it, not because I want to. Ever since you randomly appeared in my house, stealing food from my fridge and sleeping in my bed, I've had the will to stay alive. You make me want to be alive. To live a life with you. You mean so much to me Loki, and I honestly can't put it into words to describe how important you are to me. And ever since you kissed me, I-"

"You really mean all that?" Loki's eyes welled in tears. You were confessing your love to him, calling him important. You wanted to live out a life with him. He was yours. And Loki wanted to be yours, and yours only, till his last breath.

"I do."

"Kiss me," he begged in a hoarse voice. You pressed your salt-ridden lips to his, it being awkward at first. You both had to reposition your heads to fit the kiss better, noses fitting into his other's cheeks, and hands coming together to hold each other, "I love you too."

Loki kissed you like a child having his very first kiss, soft and pure, as though he had never experienced something like it before. Loki wondered as your fingers interlocked with his, about how comforting your body was near his, no one made him feel this way. 

He felt safe. He finally felt at home. He could be himself, and he didn't have to hide a thing about himself from you. He trusted you.

He was your incursion.