Grown up all but idolizing the Valkyries, that elite force entrusted You’d held your own even against the super-soldier. On the other to try to press someone’s back against the mat, and To defend you, but then you’d pulled on the soldier’s arm, hard,Īnd brought him down beside you. He’d been filled with hot rage, then, and nearly stepped out Peek from behind a column and watched Barnes slam you down onto a Grunting, but also your musical laughter ringing out. Scuffle-the sounds of blows landing solidly on human flesh, the You were not just a wisp ofĬaught you training in the gym. Inwardly, but you only ever fell back temporarily as though to give Some of the things that he said to you made him cringe Glares and one-word answers each time you put forth an effort to get He was prickly towards you at best, offering cool Hadn’t had the strength to avoid you outright, but he did his best Someone as precious as you didn’t stand a chance. Midgardians were such fragile things anyway, compared to him, and Privately, he was terrified of hurting you. Your unwavering determination to get close to him. You, with your angelic face and your gentle smile and Much softness growing up, and certainly had never spared it anyĬome around. In childhoodĭisagreements with Thor, they’d fight each other, waging war withĬhildish limbs until one or the other had to call it off. Even knowing what he now knew, things inĪsgard seemed so much easier, more straight-forward. Make him long for the familiarity-though…chill-of the palace in In general, he still oftenĬaught himself rolling his eyes at Midgardians, at their traditions,Īt the things they valued. World, Loki was beginning to come around. Mind, that Thor’s abilities were preferable. Mother’s magic grew, Loki had always believed, in the back of his Things were there to be conquered, to allow the strong and fearsome Or worse: he might have decided that the soft Warriors and a brother who wanted nothing more than to show his worth Scoffed at the idea when he was younger, when he was surrounded by Warnings/Notes: This was inspired by a calendar page from the Cutebot calendar. I read it yesterday on blog and decided that it needed to be the first line of one of these Lullabies. Pretty soon, you were skimped to nothing but the horns, Loki devouring you as he took what belonged to him.Summary: Can Loki allow himself to be soft enough to be worthy of you? (Of course we all know he can, but it takes him a while to learn that.) Growling, his lips came into contact with yours, moving against you in the filthiest way. I stole what belongs to you… punish me, President Loki, please.” You begged in his ear, knowing he was a complete sucker. President.” You wagged a finger in front of his face. He reached for the horns, but you swatted his hands away. “Mmm,” You moaned, feeling as he wrapped his arms around you. Jerking you out of the seat, he sat down and pulled you onto his lap. He nodded his head once and walked briskly over to you. “Come over here and make me.” You responded in a huff, that sultry look developing in your irises. But he knew how much of a brat you really were. The authority he tried to take over you was cute. He looked so handsome, all flustered, sporting his Presidential pins. “ Darling,” He growled, bringing himself closer. The horns were attached to your head, Loki’s prized possession. “Hi, baby.” You smirked, throwing your feet over to rest on the floor beneath you. His eyes glinted when he heard you whistle, gazing down at your nails. Pushing the doors open, his crystal blue orbs resonated with you.

Watching as he crawled away into the darkness, the footsteps pounded relentlessly until he finally appeared. “Now scoot along before you try to.” You whisked him away. “ No, you cannot bite his arm off again.” You tisked, petting his head. You gazed down at Croki who obviously heard the commotion. You watched the doors aimlessly, your feet draped over the armrests of the prop throne. Croki was nestled by your side, growling in happiness when you glanced down at him. Whistling to yourself, Kid Loki was nowhere to be found, leaving you to sit on the throne.

“Where is she?!” You heard his deep voice resonate. You knew as soon as he awoke to find them missing once he dressed for the day, he’d be after you. Pressing your finger against the tip of his golden horn, you had made the devious attempt of stealing President Loki’s horns out of his chambers while he was sleeping. The search was on to find you and make you pay for what you had done. You giggled, sitting on the prop of a throne, smirking deviously. Summary : You stole President Loki’s horns and he has to work to get them off of you.ĭrabble Prompts #14: “Take it off.” & #29: “Come over here and make me.”

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