Stories of the Marvel-verse

Loki Laufeyson x Reader (pt. 1)

Hi guuuuys~

Yes, I know I have other things to be writing...but I just couldn't help it. I was rewatching the Marvel movies and I got caught all up in my Loki feels again.. that and I have been wanting to start a Marvel "book" since Inifinty War. Sooo, this was just long overdue haha

And I will be getting to the other things I have to write. This just helps me with my writers block, honestly.

I will also be adding more to this soon because I have so many loves in the Marvle-verse, including- but not limited to;

Vision
Dr. Stephen Strange
and Tony Stark.

So...expect some of that haha and more of Loki..because this was just part one and I absolutely adore that mischevious god.

Let me know if you enjoyed it! c:

Enjoy~

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Violins were so accompanied by the sound of voices echoing off of ancient marble walls and floors, clicking of women's heels reverberating off the pillars sustaining the structure of the building. Everything was beautiful for tonight, the guests, the atmosphere, the music, even the weather had decided to cooperate- not like it had in the past couple of days during your week stay in Germany. You had been there for work, attending the gala that was being held by investors and future prospectors, you were to peruse the attendees, that was your job for the night. Schmoozer.

Dressed in your finest emerald gown that your employers so graciously paid for- just for this event- you made your way around each person, introducing yourself and making small talk. Talking of this and that, enjoying your time when the sound of a woman shrieking startled you and you turned to see a tall man with dark hair grabbing the speaker by the neck. Flipping him over onto the centerpiece of the room like the grown man was merely a ragdoll. People began fleeing and screaming as if the end of the world were near, scrambling passed you as you stood in shock at the sight. A menacing smile reached the dark headed man's face clearly showing his intent as he raised an oddly shaped object over his head then slamming it into the eye of the speaker ruthlessly. At the sounds of horror, the lean man in the overcoat began to chuckle as if he found the commotion humorous.

"Oh my God," you muttered to yourself in disgust as you stumbled over your feet, backward onto your butt. Noticing that he was quite finished with the speaker, you did your best to get to your feet and make your way outside with the others as quickly as you could. Once outside, you chanced a glance back to see the man was following the crowd now, the same triumphant smile ever present on his features, his clothes morphing into a regal ensemble of greens and golds. A glimmering gold helmet adorned his head with what looked like antlers extending from the front and curling around to the back above his head. His loud laugh of excitement filled with mischief and malice caused your heart to shutter in fear as you closed your eyes tight and headed forward, yet you were halted when you saw him before you- the crowd running another way only to be stopped by another version of him, stone-faced and serious.

The crowd stumbled backward, his voice calling calmly over their sea of cries, "Kneel." His smile was almost pleasant and inviting, until no one answered his call to worship and his face immediately turned sour as he gripped the glowing scepter tightly with his right hand, tears touching his eyes. "I said, KNEEL," shouting above the loud crowd, his voice was commanding, impatient. Without question, everyone immediately hit their knees- you included and waited in fear for what he may do next, his clones ever present as they watched over the people before them.

'What is he,' you thought to yourself as you watched on, the man smiling again in satisfaction, waltzing into the crowd beginning to spout nonsense about humanity needing to be ruled to be free. His voice stoic, mighty, and calm as his eyes coursed over each person he passed- near and far, smiling at each one like they were mere children in his sights. "Is this not simpler," he spoke with genuine happiness, "is this not your natural state?" Continuing his pace amongst the people, the tall man raised his staff too and fro over them, your heart pounding in fear as you watched him intently, growing ever closer to where you sat on your knees.