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જ⁀➴ Charles and Hugo storms Loki’s apartment uninvited, only to find out about his secret girlfriend ♡
˚₊‧꒰ა Unbeknownst to many, JULIEN LOKI had exactly three rules when it came to visitors. Well, it wasn't because he had a deep-seated dislike for people or hated having company around. To put it simply, he just valued his privacy more than most. His apartment was one of the few places where he could escape the noise of his everyday life; It was quiet and entirely his, which was precisely why he preferred people not disturb that peace.
The first term to his rule was simple: do not show up unannounced. And then the second was even simpler: do not touch his things.
The third existed solely because of Charles Chevalier. If Charles was involved, assume the first two rules had already been broken.
For years, those rules had served him well. Today, however, they had been utterly, spectacularly obliterated.
“LOKI, I REALLY HAVE TO PEE.”
“No, you don't.”
“YES, I DO.”
“Charles, we literally passed three public bathrooms before landing here.” The moment the words left Loki's mouth, Charles immediately looked offended.
“And?”
“Why didn’t you use one of those three?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Why not?”
“Because they're gross.”
“He's right,” Hugo chimed in and Loki let out a long, suffering groan, suggesting that this wasn't the first time he'd found himself trapped in a conversation like this.
“Of course you'd say that.”
“I'm hungry and now I require sustenance,” Hugo replied calmly. “Today’s practice was inefficiently exhausting.”
“There it is.”
“I'm just saying,” Hugo shrugged. “If Charles happens to need a bathroom and your apartment happens to contain food, who are we to fight fate?”
“You two are unbelievable.”
“LOKIII!” Charles yelled, already trying to push past him. “STOP GATEKEEPING THE BATHROOM AND LET US IN! I'M ABOUT TO DIE!”
“I'm not gatekeeping the bathroom.”
“You literally are.”
“I'm gatekeeping my apartment.”
“Same thing!”
“Not even remotely the same thing.”
“LOKI—”
Loki pointed at both of them.
“Neither of you are getting in.”
“Wow,” Charles gasped, clutching his chest like he'd just been personally betrayed. “After everything we've been through.”
Loki rolled his eyes with the statement. But that was all it took. The moment his attention slipped for even a second, Charles darted past him.
“THANKS LOVE YOU—” He ducked under Loki's arm and sprinted inside.
“OH YOU LITTLE—!”
“SORRY CAN'T HEAR YOU—EMERGENCY.”
Before Loki could grab him, Charles bolted up the stairs, his footsteps echoing through the house. Loki pinched the bridge of his nose and turned around, only to find Hugo calmly stepping inside as if none of that had just happened.
“I’m glad you didn’t overreact,” Hugo jokingly said, glancing toward the stairs, “now could you point me to the kitchen?”
And in his head, the thought came in right away. This is the worst decision I have ever made in my entire life. Why did I open the door. Now there's two unsolicited guests on my apartment.
“No.”
“I’m going to the kitchen.”
“You’re not.”
Hugo kept walking.
“Destiny has led me to your refrigerator.”
“You’re just hungry.”
“That's what the refrigerator wants you to think.”
Loki was already preparing himself to physically drag Hugo away from his kitchen when Hugo suddenly stopped.
"...Oh."
Loki immediately knew that tone.
It was the tone people used when they found something unexpected. Or better yet, someone. And while following Hugo's line of sight, Loki looked toward the living room.
And there, sitting on the couch, was you.
Curled up comfortably beneath a blanket, completely unaware of the chaos that had just barged through the front door, you glanced up from your phone at the sound of voices.
“Oh, you’re back—”
You paused when you noticed Hugo standing there.
“Oh. Hi.” Hugo blinked. Then, after a brief pause, cleared his throat to ask the most important question.
“Do you know where Loki keeps the snacks?”
Loki sighed.
“Hugo.”
You looked between the two of them, immediately sensing that you had walked into the middle of something.
“Uh...” Your gaze landed on Hugo. “Am I missing context here?”
Hugo looked completely serious.
“Yes,” he said. “The location of the snacks.”
“Sorry?”
A small crease formed between your brows. Hugo blinked once.
“...Aren't you the maid?” he asked. “I thought you'd know where they were.”
Loki closed his eyes, already refusing to engage with whatever direction this conversation was about to take. He genuinely didn’t have the energy to unpack it.
Before Hugo could add anything else and somehow make everything worse, a new voice suddenly echoed from upstairs.
“LOKIII!” Charles shouted. “WHERE DO YOU KEEP THE GOOD TOWELS?” His voice cut off abruptly, pausing to reassess his surroundings. Then his eyes landed on you.
“OHHHH. LOKI HAS A MAID?”
“NO—THE TWO OF YOU LISTEN.” Loki snapped, pointing between Charles and Hugo. “You are both completely misunderstanding the situation.”
He gestured toward you, clearly offended now, like the assumption itself was the real problem. A pause hung in the air, just long enough for the tension to build, Loki’s jaw tightening as he tried to find the right words without making things worse.
“…She is actually my girlfriend.”
The room short-circuited. Charles blinked once. Twice. Then made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a malfunction.
“YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?!”
“Yes,” Loki said immediately, like it was the most obvious fact in the world, then added with a flat look, “she is standing right there. Do I need to start pointing things out for you, or are we good?”
“YOU’RE LYING!”
“I’m literally not.”
Charles slowly turned toward you, as if you were the only stable point left in a suddenly collapsing reality. “Please tell me he’s joking—”
“He isn’t.”
Hugo, meanwhile, looked genuinely distressed, like reality had failed a basic verification check.
“I calculated the absence of your love life,” Hugo said calmly, as if he were stating a weather report. “Up until now, the model consistently predicted solitude as your long-term outcome.”
Loki slowly turned his head toward him.
“…I’m sorry?”
Hugo blinked, unbothered. “It was the most stable projection.”
There was a beat of silence, just long enough for the statement to sink in. Charles immediately dropped onto the couch like his bones had decided they were no longer participating in reality.
“Now, now,” Charles said, pointing between the two of you like he was assembling evidence. “How did you two even meet? What was Loki like back then? And more importantly,” he gestured at Loki like this was the biggest mystery of all, “HOW DID HE PULL YOU?”
You then proceeded to tell Charles and Hugo bits of details like how you first kept running into Loki as kids in the same neighborhood, always at odd times and quieter corners of the city. How he never really talked much back then, just noticed things in passing, starting with small “hello”s whenever you passed each other, then slowing down just a little so those hellos turned into short conversations about nothing important. After that, it became walking the same way home on purpose, sharing snacks sometimes, and waiting a few extra minutes just in case the other showed up. Over time, it turned into something soft and unspoken, until it just felt natural to stay by each other’s side.
As you spoke, Charles kept reacting dramatically at every small detail, while Hugo went quietly still, staring at Loki like he was trying to reconcile the version he had built in his head with the very normal fact that he had apparently been in a long, steady relationship this entire time without anyone noticing.
You were still talking like it was just another part of the story when you added, “…We got engaged recently, actually.”
The room stopped instantly.
Charles jolted so hard he nearly fell off the couch. “YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT LIKE IT’S A SIDE NOTE!”
You just continued smoothly, unfazed. “It felt right, though. We’ve known each other for so long that it didn’t really feel like a big decision. We just didn’t see the point in waiting forever to make it official.” As you spoke, your hand found Loki’s without hesitation, fingers slipping between his like it had always been the most natural thing in the world. He didn’t react, already used to it, only tightening his hold on yours in quiet ease, as if it had always been that way.
For a rare moment, even Charles and Hugo fell quiet, their chaos softening as they watched the two of you with something that almost resembled fondness, like they’d accidentally walked into something too soft to interrupt.
It lasted all of three seconds.
Then Charles leaned forward again. “Okay,” he said, pointing between you and Loki. “One more question. How did you even put up with Mr. Sonic over here?
Loki frowned, clearly offended. “Why is everyone acting like I’m difficult?”
All three of them turned to look at him at once, unblinking, and the weight of it made Loki’s frown deepen as he huffed a quiet, “…Continue.”
You only smiled at him, completely unbothered by the collective staring. “Honestly? He’s actually very easy.”
Loki visibly relaxed a fraction. “See?”
“—Because he’s terrified of me.”
The room detonated instantly. Charles nearly fell off the couch, Hugo made a choked sound into his cup, and Loki went still, turning slowly toward you like he had just been personally betrayed.
“I am not terrified.”
“You absolutely are.”
“I’m not.”
You only raised an eyebrow. And just like that, Loki looked away, exhaling through his nose like he had already lost the argument before it even started.
“…This is unfair,” he muttered under his breath, low and resigned, still not looking at you, like he already knew you had him wrapped around your fingers and there was no point pretending otherwise.
Charles snapped upright, pointing with shocking intensity. “OH MY GOD. HUGO DID YOU SEE THAT?”
“I saw it.”
“HE FOLDED. SPEEDY MCFEETFACE ACTUALLY FOLDED TO HIS GIRLFRIEND!”
“I hate both of you,” Loki said flatly, though it lacked any real heat.
Charles leaned back, satisfied. “Yeah yeah, say that now. We’re still coming to the wedding. Hey Hugo!” he suddenly perked up again, snapping his fingers like he’d just remembered something life-changing. “Dibs on best man!”
“…Sure,” Hugo added a second later, already looking mildly uninterested again. “I do not particularly care, but I am claiming it to prevent further discussion.”
Loki opened his mouth like he was about to shut the entire conversation down again, but you were faster. You gently squeezed his hand, leaned in close, and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before brushing your lips near his ear.
“Sweetheart,” you whispered, soft enough that only he could hear, “we should definitely invite them. You won’t regret it. It’ll be fun… in a very loud, very chaotic way. But I promise, it’ll be worth it.”
Loki paused, breath catching for half a second, then slowly exhaled like all his objections had just lost their momentum at once.
And just like that, Loki didn’t just gain two unexpected house visitors for the afternoon, but two equally unexpected wedding attendees who had already appointed themselves roles he absolutely did not approve of.
Bllk boys and how they'd react if you hit them during sex
Sae, Rin, Kaiser💋, Hugo, Loki
It was just a light slap on the cheek, that left a sting for a few seconds and then disappeared. Type of hit you'd give your siblings if they acted extra stupid on one day...
...but Sae was not playing around with you. He had been pent up the whole day, just thinking of you had him being so hard, he could barely walk, which was... unfavorable during practice.
So when he came home all that poor man wanted to do was just fuck his princess and go to sleep, but of course you had to be a brat about it.
Hitting him, right when he was about to come, probably thinking his orgasm would make his brain stop functioning or some bullshit, was not a good idea, cause Sae would not let it slide. "You stupid bitch", he growled, pulling out of your pulsing pussy.
He started desperately stroking himself, aiming right at your drooling cunt, playing with his sensitive, pre leaking tip, before cumming.
"You can make yourself cum, if you dislike me this much", he said laying down beside you, and leaving your climax and cleaning to yourself.
He didn't listen to your begs and cries either, drifting away into his sleep and letting you face the consequences of your behavior.
... but Rin was so fucking fed up with you and your brat behavior.
The whole day you had been pushing him away, whenever he wanted to hug you, kiss you or hump you, now that he finally got you pinned down the bed, mindlessly fucking into you, you had the audacity to slap him?
"Why are you such a brat?", he sighed, hand around your throat while the other kept your hands pinned above your head to prevent you from hitting him again.
Rin was not gonna stop fucking you, even if you beat him up, just like usually if we're being honest, but now he was being mean about it.
He angled his hips just right, to hit that sweet, sugery stop in you, ground against you at the right moment and kissed you right when you needed it, but he always stopped right before you came, making you cry and whine apologies.
Rin kept you like that for God knows how long, cumming inside and creaming you, but you'd have to wait for your orgasm.
... but Kaiser immediately got a trigger response, hand shooting up and hitting you back right away. You felt your cheek sting and your eyes aswell, as tears started to gather there, threatening to fall."What? Think I'll just let you hit me?", he spat, his lower body not stopping its movements against yours.
"I am sorry, Micha", you cried. "Don't be. I am used to it" He nuzzled his face inbetween your neck and shoulder, thrusting into you faster."You are pretty when you cry, Prinzessin", he mumbled in your ear, before softly nibbling on your lobe and playing with your nipples.
Overall it was not so big of a deal. You hit him, he hit you back and you two went back to fucking, while whispering how much you loved each other.
Later on when you were in the bathtub and he infront of the mirror, shaving, Michael called you out. "You think I haven't noticed you clenching when I hit you?"
... but Hugo stopped. Freezing up for a second and just staring at you, thighs still in his big hands and big chest falling up and down.
"Why did you hit me, chérie?", he asked, genuinely looking confused, as his sensitive skin started to show a light print of your fingers."Because you're too pretty", you answered, moving your hips to meet his non existent thrusts.
Hugo started slowly thrusting into again as he noticed that. "You hit me because I am pretty? Is that a new kink?" "Sort of?" "Then hit me again, amour"You just stared at him like a man who had lost his mind, but Hugo seemed totally serious about it, seemingly waiting for it even.
And with that dear kids, you hitting Vivien Hugo while he mindlessly rams his huge dick into you like an animal became a thing everytime you have sex.
You still couldn't get used to how his blush became deeper and deeper everytime you hit him though. That man was overly freaked out.
...but Loki just sighed. A real, annoyed sigh. He was used to you being a brat, but this really did it for him.
Julien pulled out and ordered you to get on all fours, which you did because now he was fucking pissed off and your boyfriend being angry was top 10 scariest things, top 3 when his wrath was directed at you.
"You dumb, fucking whore", he growled, fucking into you from behind, while his palm repeatedly landed on your now swollen ass cheeks, the aggressive contact of skin echoing through the room.
You cried apologies and begs for him to be less rough, but it all landed on deaf ears."I am so fucking tired of you being such a bitch. Behave for once"
"I- i am s-sorry", you whined feeling your guts being rearranged by the way he was taking you. His speed was inhumane and he still somehow managed to hit all the spots that got you squirting all over the bed.
"Look at you enjoying it. All you wanted to do was provoke me right? Well now you get what you wanted"
That man was not playing around. Your asscheeks were sore and sitting down was absolute hell for the next few weeks, but he did not seem sorry at all, because you totally deserved it.
I swear i wanted to say something, but I forgot what
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꒰ summary ꒱; you find out who mystery man is by complete accident !
꒰ content ꒱; slight crack
clue 8; not so secret any longer ✴︎
you'd managed holding your pee for record timing, but you couldn't take it anymore. you get lucky, warmly greeted by the sight of an empty toilet and the golden opportunity to piss right before your eyes.
after relieving yourself, you stagger into the room, whining endlessly about how bad your feet hurt due to your regrettable choice of footwear.
"y/n, you finally made it!"
"gosh, you were taking forever."
you apologize, then sink into the cushion beside them on the couch, shoulders slumping as you breathe a heavy huff of relief, thankful to not be stuck between 4 men anymore. (technically, you were now between 5, but it was different.)
"you guys done with card games now? bummer, i wanted to play," you giggle, ignoring the dirty look rin shoots your way.
"well, to be fair, you took incredibly long," chigiri reminds, cocking an eyebrow upward.
"soo, what happened?" bachira doesn't miss the first chance to ask, buzzing with excitement.
"basically, hugo and kaiser were in a fight," you start, stifling a chuckle at the group's reactions.
bachira looked bewildered, chigiri looked like he knew it would've happened eventually, rin seemed unbothered (as always), kunigami looked intrigued and isagi seemed pissed at the mention of the blonde.
".. then, i had to step in and stop them, because i swear, kaiser looked like he'd been knocked braindead by that point-" isagi cuts you off, completely straight-faced. "he always looks braindead."
"dude, okay, you just hate him!"
"doesn't change the fact that he's stupid."
"alright, let me continue. after that, bunny appears out of nowhere, then reminds hugo and kaiser to stop-"
before you can continue talking everyone's ears off, your attention is pulled elsewhere, down to the phone settled atop the arm rest vibrating with notifications.
but you don't recognize the device, and the wallpaper isn't familiar either.
"wait, who's phone even is this," you cut yourself off momentarily, reading the message, shock planting you in place.
it wasn't your intention to invade anyone's privacy, however, seeing your name in the middle of the message piqued your interest, and curiosity always got the better of you.
"oh, pfft, that's just hugo's phone. he asked if i could keep it safe, and-" isagi notices the colour practically draining from your face, leaving your complexion strangely pale.
concern washes over him instantly, aware it wasn't normal for you to act in such a way.
the last time he'd seen you like this was when you were on the topic of mystery man.
"why, is something wrong..?"
was something wrong? worse, terrible, things were terribly wrong.
you feel fear course through your veins, hands trembling around the phone now positioned between your fingers, rereading the message over and over, confirming it wasn't simply a sick trick your mind was playing on you.
your brain ached, yet your eyes stayed glued to the not so vibrant screen.
he was hiding in plain sight, no — he'd barely hid from you and that somehow happened to be the worst part.
"hey, so, theoratically, if bachira was right about hugo being mystery man, what happens then?"
the room falls silent, silent enough to hear a pin drop. you don't receive a verbal response, all you get in return are pairs of eyes fixed on you, equally as stunned as your own.
a/n: im sorryy if it wasn't who you expected or hoped for, i just decided to stick with who i originally planned for it to be since i found it the most fitting !
this fanart is also what gave me the idea for the series!
in today's broadcast: julien loki can't help himself from imagining his single mom girlfriend pregnant again. with him this time (* >ω<)
MDNI CW: fem!reader, smut, loki meeting your son, reader implied to have a mom bod, breeding, unprotected piv, loki has a thing for pregnancy, some body worship (mamas deserve all the love♡)
he blinks fast a few times. before him stands a sheepish you, with a little wide-eyed boy holding your hand. the boy’s eyes are a little puffy, eyelashes wet with fresh tears.
you two were supposed to go on a date today. some quality time spent together after finally finding time within your busy schedules. he knows you’re a mom. you were very upfront about it from the get-go, trying to avoid any potential misunderstandings.
you sat him down about two weeks into seeing each other, an expression so serious he honestly expected you to break up with him already. luckily for him, who was already head over heels by that time, that wasn't the case.
what he didn’t expect is to be meeting your son so soon.
“uhm..,” you clear your throat, hesitantly introducing your 3-year-old. “he refused to stay with anyone else, i hope you don’t mind him joining.”
loki smiles gently, his chest puffing slightly with pride. you must trust him a lot if this is what you chose instead of simply calling off the date.
kneeling down to the boy’s level, he holds out his hand for a handshake, “nice to meet you, big guy!”
your son looks up to you, looking for reassurance. with a nod and a kind expression you nudge him towards loki, “go on, he’s a really nice man. i promise.”
with a tiny sniffle and a clumsy wipe at his wet eyes, your son walks up to your boyfriend and takes a few of his fingers in his hand. “who are you?”
“call me loki,” he winks, “i’m your mom’s-”
loki looks up at you, looking for permission to say what you actually are. when he sees you nod, he turns back to your boy, “-I’m your mommy’s friend. a very special one.”
the little boy’s eyes narrow suspiciously, and he lets go of loki’s hand. in a split second he’s behind your legs, warily observing your now stunned boyfriend, and you can’t help giggling at the utter silliness of the display.
the whole ‘date’ loki finds himself at a crossroads. it’s nice, knowing you trusted him enough to simply take your son with you, but also.. the kid is really damn good at preventing him from getting anywhere near you.
he wants to hold your hand? nu uh, suddenly the boy thinks you should carry him. with both hands? yes, with both hands. sorry, mister. no hands for you.
he’s unsure if a kid this small can act with malice, but the kisses he presses onto your cheek while looking him straight in the eye sure serve as solid evidence.
but he’d be lying if he said seeing you be so sweet and caring towards your son wasn’t making him feel some type of way. you’ve only been dating a few months so far, but he can already picture you with your belly round again, for him this time. he knows you’ll be such a good mama.
so when your son is finally tucked into bed for the night after a dinner of glaring daggers into him, loki’s on you.
bedroom door locked the second you step through the threshold, his lips on yours and his hands kneading your plush waist. he relishes in your sweet whimpers, your skin yielding under his touch.
all while you’re a bit confused, but no less flustered. pushing gently at his chest, you pull away from the kiss, panting, “what’s gotten into you, jules?”
his face is buried in your neck that same second, his muffled voice barely reaching your ears, “you’re such a good mama, mon cœur.”
warmth creeps up your neck, your hands fisting his shirt tightly, “s-so what?”
sucking a particularly harsh bruise right onto your pulse point, he raises his head again to look at you properly. his face sporting a smile so handsome it nearly makes your heart burst out of your chest.
“it takes a strong lady to be a mom,” he drawls, raising his hand to rub his thumb over your cheek, “let me make you a mama again, okay? i promise you won’t have to do it alone this time.”
your eyes widen, “jules, we’ve only been-”
“shh- i know,” he whispers, leaning in to press a few languid kisses to your cheek and temple. “but i’m a man who knows what he wants. and what i want, is you to be barefoot and round. just for me.”
his lips near your ear, he whispers: “not a single worry needs to plague your mind, mon amour, just being the wonderful mama you already are.”
well, how can you say no to that?
not like you would, especially not with his cock filling you up so well. your hips supported by a pillow as he pounds away at your sopping cunt, legs wrapped around his slim waist.
nails scratching marks along his back as you try your best to stay quiet.
“look at you,” loki’s voice is steady, infuriatingly so. his superhuman speed of great use as the plap! plap! plap! of slick skin against skin echoes through the room. the tears in your eyes as you bite on your fist have him cooing at you, a sound so condescending you may have been offended at any other moment. “so cute, aren’t you?”
mercifully, he replaces your fist with two of his fingers for you to suck on. which you do, eyes rolling back as his cock keeps hitting that one spongey spot over and over.
with you clenching down on him so deliciously, he doesn’t have to wonder how you got pregnant so young. damn, had he known you earlier that kid may as well have been his. together with how your body was affected by the pregnancy, the skin on your belly littered in stretchmarks, his gut twists. it must’ve been so heavy, doing this all on your own. that little boyfriend of yours at the time just dipped, the information making him see red the first time you told him. something that still greatly upsets him to this day. you’re too sweet a woman to have been abandoned like that, at your most vulnerable, no less.
that anger fuels him to go even harder, hand reaching down to rub at your clit. the little squeaks you let out in spite of his fingers nearly reaching your throat have him desperately chasing his own end together with yours. balls aching to fill you up like you deserved.
“i’ll take such good care of ya,” he forces through his teeth, abs glistening with sweat. “i’ll give you everything you could want, just be a good mama f’me, yeah?”
he can’t tell if you can hear him at all, your eyes half lidded and rolled back at the overwhelming pleasure. smirking, he angles his hips just right and with a few final thrusts he feels your cunt clenching down harshly, nearly locking him in place.
he takes his fingers out of your mouth, and kisses you instead. he swallows your moans as he fills you up with his cum, staying inside to plug you up.
both of you panting, you finally regain some form of consciousness while your body still twitches from the aftershocks of your orgasm. with a shy smile you hug him tightly, his body providing a grounding type of weight. “did you mean it?”
“mean what, mon amour?” he slides his hands under your back, hugging you just as close.
burying your face in his shoulder, you giggle, “that you want to get me pregnant again.”
with a kiss to your temple, you feel him nod, “yeah. i wouldn’t have stayed so long if i didn’t envision a future with you.”
Julien Loki and the way he challenges you to a race to the front door every time you come home. Giving you a massive head start, only to burst past you at the last second with a breathless laugh, blocking the doorway with his arms wide open so you have to run directly into his chest.
Julien Loki and the way he gets completely drunk on your praise. He loves when he’s being worshiped and coming from you satisfies his ego more than a stadium of thousands could.
Julien Loki and the way he indulges his sweet tooth around you. Carefully roasting chocolate marshmallows for you or popping them directly into your mouth with a soft laugh. His eyes crinkle with pure warmth as he licks a bit of chocolate from his own thumb. With you he can be just a regular boy who’s completely captivated by you.
Julien Loki and the way he looks back to make sure you’re keeping up with him in public. Walking a half step ahead to shield you from the crowd, his hand reaching back blindly to lock his fingers tightly with yours. A quick, reassuring glance over his shoulder with a warm smile, ensuring you're safe.
Julien Loki and the way he handles your dates in public. He gets recognized easily, but he never lets it ruin your time. He will politely sign an autograph but his other hand stays anchored on the small of your back, subtly reminding everyone that his attention belongs entirely to you.
Julien Loki and the way he casually spoils you. Booking a private room at a high-end restaurant or getting you expensive jewelry, completely oblivious to how grand it is. To him, spending his money to give you the best experiences in the world is the most natural thing to do.
Julien Loki and the way he tries to teach you French words. Leaning close, whispering the words slowly against your ear, and laughing brightly when your pronunciation misses the mark, before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek as a reward for trying.
Julien Loki and the way he tracks your eyes during matches. Finding you in the stadium crowd within a split second, giving you a quick smile before the whistle blows. Delivering a flawless performance because he treats every goal as a gift for his favorite spectator.
Julien Loki and the way he uses his insane reflexes to tease you. Snatching your phone out of your hand with a flash of lightning speed, holding it above his head with a cheeky, teasing grin. Watching you struggle to reach it with pure amusement in his eyes, before easily melting and pulling you flush against his chest as a penalty.
Julien Loki and the way he holds you when the pressure of being a prodigy gets too heavy. Locking his arms around your waist and burying his face into your neck. Your presence is the only safe place where he can finally slow down his mind and just breathe.
Julien Loki and the way he gets jealous when another guy is staring at you in public. His usual bright expression instantly dropping into a cold glare. He won’t cause a scene or lose his composure, but he will deliberately hold your waist and lock eyes with the guy, his dark stare making it clear exactly who you belong to.
