#snv loki

"Loki, have you seen my basket? It had all my freshly picked ingredients that I was planning to use for tonight." , your lover turned to you and shook his head. A simple, "Nah.", escaped his lips.

The sounds of chewing had been heard from the dining room in the palace. Odin's birds had decided to take it upon themselves to feast on your delicacies that you've worked hard to grow.

"You little-"

Nothing could have prepared Loki for his ears to hear the words come out of your mouth. His lover, always calm and collected, is now berating and screaming to the bird duo. It was a sight to see. Thrilling, but terrifying.

Since that day, he has gained a newfound respect and love for you.

He is also grateful that, so far, he hasn't been a recipient of your anger.

But enjoys the thought of you berating everyone else.

Poseidon

The two of you go hand in hand. However, you are more tolerant compared to him by a longshot.

He thinks your tolerance will be your downfall, as many have tried to push you over or take advantage of you.

However, you still manage to stand your ground, calm and collected.

He thinks your behaviour is what many should strive for, someone who holds themselves without falter.

But even the toughest wall can break with a little more effort:

Poseidon strides through the halls, head high and posture straight. He pays no mind with those who cower before him and the silence that fills the air. All he is thinking about is to get to you.

He is abruptly stopped as he witnesses a man thrown across the room, crashing into the wall with many injuries. He turns to see the culprit and finds you. Heavens, you look...enraged.

You ignore the stares, rolling up your sleeves as you plan to teach the man a world of pain. Poseidon doesn't stop you, instead tells you, "Make it quick. I plans with you this evening that I don't intend to go to waste."

You nod.

Underneath that cool façade, he is shook. Not like he'd ever tell you. Never in his life time.

He only advices you to handle the situations with more grace. And that he means more force.

He isn't the only being that many cower in fear along the halls anymore. With you by his side of course.

Hermes

Similar to Poseidon, the two of you are two peas in a pod. Composed and never letting others get to you.

Being the son of Zeus and messenger of the Greek Pantheon, Hermes has had his fair share of moments when he could have gave in to his emotions, but chose not to.

It goes against his character and the expectations of being a god.

And being his lover, it's no wonder why the two of you work well together. After all, there's nothing that could break your calm demeanor.

Or so he thought:

Yearly meetings were often held in order to keep updates and to make suggestions. Although boring, it's what kept the peace and ensured growth. Arguments were bound to break out, sooner or later. It's normal.

What's not normal, is seeing you rip a member of the council a new one after making an audacious suggestion that even left him speechless. He's less concerned about the suggestion, and more on how you continue to break the person's spirit to the point, they sink into their seat.

The room is silent when you pardon yourself in an attempt to cool down. Zeus can only chuckle and whisper to Hermes, "Make sure to bring them to more of these meetings. It spices up the place." Hermes could only blink.

Hermes sees you in a new light, no longer as just his equal, but something more than that.

He is more surprised that you managed to act as if nothing happened. He's never met anyone like you.

He takes Zeus's word in bringing you to meetings more often. Makes everyone think twice before speaking.

Shiva

You are a complete contrast to his character. He's most likely to argue when the victim of pranks, you on the other hand, ignore it or brush it off.

He respects the way you hold yourself, and how you don't let anything get to you personally.

He could name a list of beings he knows that don't even a drop of patience in their blood compared to you.

Often, he likes to learn from you, wanting to be a little more tolerant to certain situations that may come by.

And today he would learn another thing from you:

It wasn't everyday that Shiva would be approached by the servants of Valhalla for something urgent. Oh, it's about you. Must be important since they have such worried looks.

He walked along the servants, voices of yelling had become become louder. Instinctively, he walked faster, almost leaving the servants behind. Opening the door that had tried to contain all the noise, only to find you being the cause. You were slandering and berating some poor guy.

It didn't help with the wooden spoon in your hand. It looked as if you might actually hit the guy with it. Shiva could only chuckle to himself, before deciding to take you away. He didn't want you to cause any casualties.

He would tease you for the sudden change in personality, but not out of ill intent. He understands that even you have your limits.

Would like it if you express yourself, instead of bottling it up. He's just a little worried that you suppress your emotions in favour of keeping the peace.

He would, however, brag to his colleagues about how you tore someone a new one, much to the chagrin of his best friend Rudra and wives.

What was your most recent crash out?

Loki loves you shamelessly, with an intensity that no one else could ever hold for you, he is so addicted to your love that his own room has pretty much became a shrine of that same love, keeping all kind of things that either belongs to you or resemble you in a way, the exact perfume you use, some stolen clothes, images of you and even a mannequin that resembles you, all because missing you is too painful to handle, all because he is so addicted, so smitten and needy of you that even spending a moment without you have made him gone through withdrawal syndrome

But it is just that he is so smitten by your only existance that the moment you have indulgued him he was completely lost, under your mercy and for you to comand, even if he may never admit it directly or out loud he never denies his devotion to you, he is a trickster, of course he will never be clear when it comes to others, even when under the jokes and excuses he would never have the willpower to say 'no' to anything you ask him to do or be

Not when even the valhalla can't compare to your love, because the moment you hold him close, the moment you bless his existance with your love, when you kiss him and even make him truly feel in heaven, when you are oh so kind and merciful to indulge his desires and claim him as yours, when you make him feel what it is to be truly loved with the way you keep him close, stretching his inside and making him feel so good, marking him like if he was your property, filling him with you like if he wasn't already completely at your mercy, like if he needed more reasons to be in love with you

You will be the end of him, because after being truly in heaven in your arms, even if he has been used and nucked out he was sure of two things, one is that that is what truly love feels like, and second, that he would do anything to be loved by you again. Godness, it takes no time for Loki to grow more and more addicted, to need more and more, for your absence to become tortuous and each second with you away to be filled with his pitiful attempts to chace after you; when he can be at your side he is always trying to make you smile and maybe, just maybe, get you in a good mood so you would indulge him, if he can't trail after you he chaise after you by memory, hands roaming his skin like if it were you, trying so hard to evoke the memory of your lips, of your hands, of your voice whispering in his ear, even if it is to tease him or even laugh at his pitiful state he doesn't care, he just needs you

He is so addicted to you that his hands had learned the exact what you touch him, his hands trail after the memory of you to try to reach his release, holding his throbing cock and jerk him off, to finger his hole when that is not enough, to stuff himself with those toys he owns in an attempt to find anything that could compare enough to you for the moments he misses you, sitting on the mannequin of you or even kneeling down before your image to pleasure himself and hoping that by a miracle his moans and pleas will reach your ears, that you will come to his side and take mercy (or even pity) of him and help him out, to indulge him because he is so addicted to you that pleasuring himself is not enough anymore, after all nothing can compare to you

—I voted for extermination. –The words came out of him like the undeniable reality they were. —I voted for the extermination of humanity.

He waited for a few seconds, waited and waited for even the slightest reaction against his already made decision. However, no such rejection materialized; there was no change in the dynamic, no shouting or turning away. Nothing more than a soft humm of acceptance.

And, perhaps, that haunted him more than any dispute he could have imagined.

—I can spare you, –he added as soon as the silence became too much for him to bear. —And I will, even if the rest of the world burns. –In an attempt to gain the upper hand in a dispute that didn’t even exist, he pulled away from your chest as far as he needed to to meet your doubtful gaze.

The emptiness gleaming in your eyes sent a quiet wave of dread through him, sinking all the way to his bones, an affliction he tried to bury beneath a mask of apathy and self-absorption.

—I didn't do it against you. I did it because I am who I am. –His eyebrows furrowed slightly, his voice taking on a firm cadence. —But, –a brief pause, a hesitation in his speech, —you are the exception. My only exception.

With a calm gesture, he took your hands, hoping to feel something, however slight, of yours. His thumb slid lightly along the inside of your wrist, unconsciously searching for that pulse that so captivated him, resonating beneath his fingertip.

—What if I don't want to be the exception? –That simple question sliced through his heart with the cold precision of a surgeon’s scalpel. The wound was emotional; it couldn't possibly bleed, and yet, why was the pain in his chest so agonizing?

Without giving you time for more, a shadow fell over his features. —Then you'll have to hate me... While I continue to love you. –The silence that followed was voiceless, the absence of any other sound filling the air a clear indication of the palpable tension. —My vote wasn't out of cruelty, it was out of conviction... Because I can't betray who I am. But I can't betray you either. –Slowly, he leaned down until his forehead rested against yours, his eyes still fixed on yours. —Despise me, curse me, do whatever you want... That will never deny that you are my truth.

In that moment, he finally felt for himself one of the horrors that had haunted humanity since its earliest days: the primal terror of hurting a loved one right before his eyes. That realization came in the form of a single tear, a meager drop of salty water that fell from her right eye with fragile sensitivity.

—Even if everything else is a lie, –his hands rose to your cheeks, cradling the face of the one he loved the most, —you will always be my truth. –His thumb wiped away the trace of that treacherous tear, wishing to erase from his mind the memory of having caused it to appear in the first place. —And even if you hate every decision I make, I won't let anything or anyone touch you. Not even the gods.

The confidence that emanated from his words clearly showed the conviction of his resolve.

That possessive nature showed through the cracks of his seemingly indifferent facade. The union of his intense devotion and his inherent insecurity was reflected in every promise he made. —I can promise you that as long as I exist, you will exist.

No amount of crying could stop him, not when his palms held you with greater certainty, keeping you perfectly still where he wanted you to be. And with a slight tilt, he captured your lips in an accomplished kiss, the final seal on a commitment over which, from the very beginning, you had never had any say about. 

He hadn't visited Brunhilde in a while, so why not?

After looking around to make sure the previous servants had left, he made his way to where he'd usually find her, in the garden, reminiscing about the time she played around with the other Valkyries. All the while oblivious (maybe) to Loki who had been watching her. Oh, Göll was there too. Yes, she noticed Loki there, but couldn't really bring it up because of his intense stare. During his time eavesdropping on Brunhilde, he had heard her talk about things she found interest in. One of which were some plants that could be found in the human realm. But, since she was a Valkyrie, she'd need a good reason and special approval to visit earth. (I didn't research about this, srry)

Loki didn't waste a second to run off with his newfound knowledge. Boy was he ecstatic! Imagine Brunhilde's expression when he brings her these delicacies just for her! That's what he thought atleast, so off he went. It wasn't his first time visiting the human realm, so that shouldn't really be a problem for him. That meeting he was supposed to attend? Screw that! He has more important matters to tend to.

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Loki was now down on earth scouting. Did he inform anyone? Nah.

He had taken many forms from birds to humans, hoping to find some info about the specific plant he was looking for. And after a bit of searching, he found them! But, they were from a little garden. He transformed back into his original form, staring at the plants and making sure they were the exact ones, until—

"What was that?" The second that phrase was said, he immediately transformed back into a bunny, a last minute decision when he heard the door open. Stepping out of the door and into the garden was a woman, wearing a worn out big jumper paired with a shirt that had some outdated meme. Did that matter? No. His mission was to bring back the plants to Brunhilde. That was the plan, yes, but he kind of gotten himself into something. "Aww, a bunny!" Before he got the chance to hop away as a ball of fluff, you raced him and took hold of him.

Great.

"So cute...let's give you a bath?" You walked further and further away from his jackpot, holding him and preparing a warm bath while he kept eyeing the door to the garden. His plans were quickly interrupted when you soaked him into the bath, gently washing him up with some soap and rinsing it off with some water. Okay, he appreciates that a bit, but he still had something to do— oh, okay you're feeding him now after drying him up. Maybe once that's done, you'll release him? Still no. You were petting him and playing with his ears. It didn't seem like you were showing signs of releasing him. But he did scout a good while for those plants and you seemed to be the one who had them. Maybe you also had other plants that Brunhilde liked, yeah! Now he had a new plan.

Try to find more of the plants in your garden that Brunhilde liked, and when you don't notice, he'll sneak off and bring them to her. You might be wondering, why not just have servants get them instead? No, he wanted to prove himself. He wanted to bring the gift to her and brag about what he had to do to get it, and have her swoon over him.

That's his new plan.

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What he didn't expect from you was when you insisted on going everywhere with him, your sweet bunny. Dressing him up in bows, frilly dresses, a tie, a hat, it was weird. But, he can't really lie to himself and say he didn't enjoy it, because he eventually started warming up to you. It started with petting him, cuddling him, talking to him, and being very affectionate. He really didn't understand how he felt about you. Not only that, but he still hasn't showed up in the divine realm where multiple servants were looking for him.

Now, he was cuddling with you on the plush bed, while you stared at him. There was something about your gaze, it was so full of love.

He was always looked up to, feared even. But one of the reasons he caught feelings for Brunhilde was because she treated him differently. But now, she's cold to him and barely even looks at him. It broke his heart when he realized his attempts at trying to get her to like him again were failing

And then, you came. You stared at him with so much care, so much affection, something he didn't know he'd been craving. Just from your actions towards him, the way you treated him, it made his heart flutter in a way it never did before. And for a moment, he didn't think of Brunhilde, he didn't think of his duties and responsibilities. There was just you, your name engraved into his thoughts. And that's when he realized,

He caught feelings.

But there was a part of him. A part of him that was afraid of getting rejected and having his heart broken once again. And the other part of him couldn't help but fantasize what would happen if you did end up returning his feelings. Not only that, he also knew he couldn't just stay as a bunny. He'd have to reveal his true form somehow, and it made him a bit nervous thinking about your reaction. He had learned a lot after Brunhilde.

He DID end up revealing himself to you, unintentionally.

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It was a rainy night, and you had fallen asleep after tending to your chores and your garden. Loki made sure you were fast asleep before turning back into his god form, staring down at you. He wasn't tired, and he took a liking to watching you instead. He gently caressed your head, letting his mind wander. His curiousity got the best of him, and he decided to whisper a sweet "I love you" in your ear, his thumb brushing over your lip and tracing it. This simple act resulted in you waking up, catching him. He was about to transform back, but you stopped him, holding his hand in place.

The look on your face already explained a lot for him, and he knew you were probably going to want him to leave after lying to you.

"Is that you, bunny?"

Those words, uttered so softly to him. Like a cloud for him to lay on and float in, gentle and comforting. He quickly snapped out of it, a very frantic look on his face.

"I-no...well, yes. But please listen to me! I didn't know how to tell you...! I swear it just happened—" His frantic words were spilling out, but you stopped him from explaining himself further. Your finger hovering over his lips while he was still panicking.

"Who are you exactly?" That tone held no hatred, no disappointment. It was still the same tone you used towards him when he was in his animal form, and it helped calm him down a little. He knew he couldn't lie to you, what he did was outright abnormal after all. So he let out a big sigh.

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After explaining to you everything, he expected you to be done with him. He prepared himself for you to get mad, but instead, he felt your hands cup his face. When I tell you this caught him SO off gaurd he didn't even notice the blush appearing on his cheeks.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? That's actually insane." You smiled at him, kneading his cheeks like dough. "You're not mad?" You shook your head no. "Should I be?" He didn't respond, and his dumbfounded expression made you giggle. "Loki..." When he heard you say his name for the very first time, it just felt so right. It was like you were testing his name on your tongue, he felt like he was on cloud nine. His expressions were so cute, you really took a liking to him. So you leaned in, and pressed your lips against his cheek while he froze, eyes widening.

"I like your name very much. And you said you're a Norse god? This feels like a dream, I'm honored."

Despite knowing who he was, you still embraced him with warmth. Bringing your hand to his head and caressing him slowly, his face only flushing a brighter red. "Why did you decide to stay? I'm only a human. There's nothing special about me."

"You're wrong!" He was quick to talk back when you doubted yourself, because it wasn't true. You were so much more than just 'special', you were who he had been yearning for all along. How could you say that about yourself? "You're so much more than that, I know it." His gaze drifted downwards, obviously hurt by your own words. It was surprising to think that someone like him cared so much about you, it was cute. His reactions really brought a smile to your face, and so, you brought yourself closer to him.

Smooch

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What. Was. That. WHAT WAS THAT?? You? Him? Did you just- to him? You kissed his cheek?! You swore you could see smoke coming from his ears, while he stared at you like you just did something no other had ever done before. The silence was quite awkward, not that you really cared. He however was still shocked, unable to process what just happened. And then, he jumped from where he was and his fingers intertwined with yours.

"Please, marry me!"

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Time had passed, and you were brought to the divine realm. Tidying up your bed and staring out the window, you smile to yourself. You stare at the sky, seeing birds and different bird like creatures flying around and doing tasks. But that wasn't the reason you found comfort there.

The door opened, and you looked over your shoulder, already knowing who it was. Loki.

"Love, guess what I bought for you!"

You both finally sealed your relationship together, and he made it well known that the two of you were tightly together. Who would've thought?

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