The Boss (mafia au)

lostshieldandhammer

Steve chuckled. “I think if you ever did say no, I’d have to have you checked out by the doc to make sure you weren’t some kind of plant instead of being my real Loki.” He headed to the bedroom and started stripping out of his clothing, tossing things here and there for now as he waited for the other to join him.

A low, pleased chuckle escaped Loki at the words. He was valued here, and he would lay his very life down for the blonde mafia boss without a thought. “There is never a day I would tell you no. My heart has its place, which is tucked in your hands for only you to keep.” He followed after him, shedding his own custom suit and closing the door as he moved to pull Steve to him, kissing a trail down a strong, defined body as he slowly dropped to his knees. “I would be lost without your love, Steve.”

Magic Blooded || walkinggatorbait

walkinggatorbait

Celine smirked and ran a hand through his hair. “That is quite possibly the second best idea you’ve had.” She chuckled and rolled over so that she was straddling him. “I’m always down for pizza and this.”

Magic calls to magic, his mother had once said. Loki had never understood what she meant back then, had once spent hours and days trying to find an explanation, but centuries later and he had a feeling that now he was starting to. He laughed as she moved to straddle him, pale fingers reaching to brush through dark waves. “Really now?” He mused, grinning and leaning to press a kiss to her collarbone. “Perhaps we should make this happen more often, then.”

theempathywithin

“You think so?” she looked to him, partly unsure if this was just an attempt to give her an answer, the other part hopeful that he was right. “I’ve never liked storms very much.”

Juniper shrugs looking back out the window. The sea was washing over, the tides rolling in. Clearly Loki had picked up on her demeanor, noticed how she felt out of place. She couldn’t make up her mind, rather she was beside herself. The only thing grounding her was Loki’s presence. “Promise me you will keep me safe from the storm?”

Loki nodded, moving to sit beside her. “I’ve loved storms since I was very young. I can sense the storm brewing as well.” He explained, leaning to kiss her temple. Thor had kept her safe while he had healed and being brought back had immediately brought him to her side. “Of course I will, My Queen.” He promised, moving to pull her into his lap to hold her. “You are forever safe with me.”

Dangerous Love | theempathywithin

theempathywithin

Juniper leans into his touch as his hand threads itself through her icy blonde hair. “It’s much more enticing to be at the will of another as powerful as yourself.” Loki sure did have a way with words. His silver tongue has a tendency to entice others, wrapping them right around his finger, but she didn’t mind.

“You give me too much credit.” She hums, then feeling her head draw back from him tugging her hair slightly. Her gaze forced to meet his. She admires the glint in his eyes, feeling completely possessed, and loving every minute of it.

Loki hummed when she moved as he urged, knowing she was powerful enough to feel as he felt. “Oh, my little magician.” he purred, leaning to tug at her shirt slowly. “You have a great deal of power you don’t know about. Empathy can grow and be taught to do many things. But perhaps a lesson on magic later.” he mused, taking a step back to guide her closer to the bed. “But I will not take anything without your permission, my dearest.”

Honeymoon || lostshieldandhammer

lostshieldandhammer

Thor kissed him softly. “There are children who need homes, Loki,” he answered gently. “If we can not have our own, we will find children who need us and bring them home to raise them as ours. We have more than enough to give to any children we wish to raise.”

Loki relaxed into Thor, green eyes closing as he let himself soak up Thor’s warmth. “I love you,” he breathed quietly, reaching to run slender fingers through blonde hair. “My King and soulmate.” His worries were eased knowing that children weren’t necessary for him to keep Thor’s love. “When are we required home?”

seidrade:

Do you ever just think about

The first time Loki has a evening to himself in Avengers Tower and watches a Midgardian film like Synecdoche, NY or Call Me By Your Name or anything that’s intensely moving and quietly, emotionally devastating

And he’s never experienced anything quite like it before, because he’s used to theatre and the symphony— the sense of grandeur that comes with the stage and the Asgardian sense of drama, and how public and larger than life the spectacle of it is. And he finds all that to be incredibly moving in its way, just as he finds books to be incredibly moving, his escape has always been in books, but somehow

Watching a film where the emotions are quiet and intimate and you can see the nuance in the actors’ faces and bodies, in the space between them, and the score is just subtle and dramatic enough in turns to play up their yearning or their sadness and inner turmoil — and he’s watching it alone, or maybe Steve or Thor is in the room, but it feels like he’s being drawn into this world and it’s unlike anything he knows how to process

Anyway picture Loki clutching his hands into fists and weeping quietly to himself, trying not to let it show how affected he is by this beautiful thing; how he can’t quite understand how these short-lived mortals have captured something inside of him that he didn’t even realize was there to ensnare, but it’s pulling all these dormant feelings from deep inside of him and he’s overwhelmed by it but can’t quite let himself fully give into it

And the feeling follows him for days, weeks after the film, he can’t stop thinking about it, he craves more of this even though he fears it. And then Thor or Tony or Steve or Natasha start ‘accidentally’ leaving Netflix popped up on the communal TV with Forrest Gump queued up, or a careless DVD of Steel Magnolias is left on a coffee table (despite the fact that Tony can’t stand having them around, so outmoded) and nobody mentions it aloud but they start planning their evenings so that once a week there’s a perfect opportunity for Loki to watch a film alone and just cry to himself out of happiness or sadness or something else entirely

And then eventually Thor joins him for one, and then Steve pops in, and by the time Nat shows up with popcorn and Kleenex, all the boys are red-eyed and teary and when Brokeback Mountain ends, they cue up Dead Poet’s Society at her suggestion

And Loki will still never openly acknowledge it, or thank them for it, but something changes in him after that— he feels lighter, somehow— and he thinks it might be for the better

lostshieldandhammer

Steve watched the man before him walk into the room. He sat up a bit and scooted back against the headboard of the bed. “Steven Rogers, Captain, US Army,” he answered quietly. “Where is Asgard? And… what is Midgard? I’m assuming you mean in the Arctic Circle since that’s where I aimed the plane I was flying at the time. What year is it? Do you know how much time has passed… how long I was… down there?”

Loki watched him curiously. “My aologies, Captain, but I am not aware of how much time you were trapped beneath the surface.” he replied, tilting his head the opposite way. “Midgard is your world. I believe your people call it Earth?” He moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “Time is much more fluid than most believe, but I can find out what time it is on Midgard. My conern is certainly your health, though. To have survived the frozen block is unusual for a mortal.”