Petition to rename (MCU) Loki to Loki Friggabarn. Giving Loki this last name would follow the Viking naming convention of someone’s last name being their parents first name (usually) followed by either son or dottir. (This way of giving last names is actually still used in Iceland). Frigga, because she was Loki’s only true parent (let’s face it Odin was an asshole and Loki never even knew Laufey) and barn because it means child in at least 3 Nordic languages (Danish, Swedish and Norwegian) and the reason Loki doesn’t get son or dottir in their last name is because they’re genderfluid/non-binary. So all in all Loki Friggabarn.
Edit: apparently there’s a gender neutral “child of” suffix in icelandic, it’s -bur, so Loki’s name could also be Loki Friggabur.
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AN: Morning all! I can't believe how close to the end of October we are! It feels like yesterday that I posted 'Good Boy'. If you've missed any of my Kinktober 2022 fics, then just click on the master list link below.
Afraid I've gone short and soft for today, but I hope you still enjoy.
I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.
Kinktober 2022 Masterlist
Main Masterlist
Beta’d by @sidepartskinnyjeans
Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.
Pairing: Enby! Dom! Loki x Sub! Reader
CW: High Protocol D/S, Collaring, 24/7 D/S dynamic, Soft Dom Loki, Enby Loki, smidge of Jotun Loki, Reader refers to Loki as Master as part of their dynamic.
Word count: 865
You were waiting for Loki’s return. You weren’t sure when they were going to sweep in, but it was around the same time everyday, so you made sure that you were knelt, ass on your heels, arms behind your back, spine straight and head bowed from at least 30 minutes before the earliest possible time. This did mean that sometimes you were waiting for up to two hours, but your cushion was soft, the room was warm, and pleasing your Master was your sole reason for being.
You let out a relaxed sigh as you heard Loki’s recognisable footsteps coming down the hallway, happy to have your Master home. The door opened silently on its hinges and closed with a soft thud, the delicate footsteps clicking louder across the floor of the opulent chambers.
You felt Loki’s unique presence fill the large space and you resisted the urge to squirm. Loki liked you still and calm. Waiting for the exquisite sensations only they could provide. Pale, tapered fingers reached out, coming into your vision and tipped your chin up. You blinked up at Loki, owlishly.
“Ah, such an obedient pet for me, aren’t you? Ready and waiting for your Master to arrive home. Ready to serve.”
You knew how you were supposed to respond.
“Yes, Master. Always.”
Loki’s hand swept down onto your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze and smoothing the fabric of your translucent green robe. It was the only clothing you wore, and did little to cover you, but that was how Loki liked it. You were theirs to look at, whenever they wanted, and if others visited these chambers then it was for Loki to decide whether they saw you or not.
Your master took a step away and motioned you up with the sweep of one hand.
“May I help you disrobe?” You were betting that this is what Loki wanted, but you’d learnt the hard way not to presume. It was always best to ask before touching.
“Go ahead, Pet. Help me relax.”
WIth your eyes downcast, your fingers danced over the fastenings of Loki’s leathers, the supple material moulded to their godly body. You peeled the clothes away, revealing your Master’s body, the smooth pale flesh created by their seidr. You wondered if they would choose to show you their true self today? You felt honoured when they did, as it was a sign of how much they trusted you.
Dropping to your knees you eased Loki’s trousers down and off their legs, then gathered all of the leatheres, folded them and scurried to take them through to the laundry hamper. On your return you picked up Loki’s favourite robe, woven through with golden threads and helped them into it.
“A drink, Master?”
Loki cupped your face and you allowed yourself to press into the touch for a moment, enjoying the touch of their hand on your cheek.
“I love how you intuit my every need kjæledyret mitt. A drink would be most pleasant.”
You moved to the drinks trolley, selecting a dark mead that clung invitingly to the sides of the crystal tumbler. When you turned back around you found that Loki had moved to their favourite chair by the fireplace, head leaning against the tall, padded back, and legs splayed. You walked over on light, quiet footsteps, dropping to your knees between Loki’s thighs and holding the drink out. Loki’s eyes raked over you, appraising both your body and your behaviour, and when they took the drink from you, and you returned to your standard position, even with your eyes looking at the floor, you could feel their smile on you.
“You are being a good girl today, aren’t you. Hmm. Maybe you deserve a reward. What do you say?”
You considered your answer for a moment, trying to work out what response was expected.
“If you think I deserve one, then I will gladly accept. But I seek no prize for serving my master.”
Loki chuckled at your diplomacy.
“Hhmm, the next time I have some foreign dignitaries to charm, maybe I should bring you along. You may have a talent for soothing inflated egos. But, your gift. I shouldn’t keep you waiting any longer. You may look up.”
Loki’s fingers snapped and with a flash of light your gift was revealed. Hanging from those fingers was a collar, delicate and light and made of gold. Your eyes went wide, your face alight with joy.
“A collar? Oh, Master! Thank you. Please! Please can I wear it now?”
Loki’s smile grew wider.
“Of course, dear one.”
Another snap of those talented fingers and you felt the light weight settle around your neck. Immediately you began to relax, sinking into that soft headspace that only Loki could bring you to. Noticing the shift in your demeanor, Loki guided your head to rest against their thigh.
A sigh of happiness and contentment left your lips, almost purr-like as Loki stroked your hair and slowly sipped their drink. You felt their body relax and your heart swelled as the skin under your cheek grew colder, and turned blue, bit by bit.
