One Piece Characters With A Playful S/O Who Is Deep Down A Merciless Badass

One Piece characters with a playful S/O who is deep down a merciless badass

TW : none.

A/N : This won't focus entirely on the relashionship with any of the characters.

Characters : Mihawk, Ace, Aokiji

Mihawk

At first, your way to be so lively, bold, untamed and uncaring about everything kinda annoys our dear Warlord.

Then, he finds out about your piercing glare, your powers if you have any, your talent at using your weapons or just your style in general.

He is amazed, honestly.

Won't show how surprised he is, though.

But still. He will wonder how he could have been so blind when it comes to your talent for fighting.

The way you kicked those noisy bastards' asses ? Mihawk wouldn't have done better. Well he was able to, but, you know...

It's mostly your eyes and your expression that he will remember. He so used at seeing that little smirk of yours while you are eagerly awaiting for a poor fool to fall in your little traps. And yet, here we are. There's no trick this time.

Mihawk won't say anything immediately but he will appreciate if you accept to tell him more about your training and mostly your past because he wants to know what or who made you become such a badass.

As obvious as it sounds, Mihawk won't go full fangirl about you. But he respects you even more from now on. +100 points of charm for you.

Although, your cheekiness comes back and our dear Mihawk finds it both endearing and slightly upsetting.

He didn't know you were doing all these jokes more for him than yourself and had no idea about it. But the black-haired man will find it endearing when you will tell him.

Just to make it clearer, it happens almost like the following drabble.

"If I had known you were smiling like that, I would have slaughtered thousands of people already" you state with a smirk on your face. Mihawk just stared at you, his brows furrowing.

"No no. Don't play pretend. I've seen it, my dear" you continued, passing in front of your beloved swordman.

The latter was a little bit shocked and didn't know what to answer. Even though he remained stoic, you noticed his unease. You got closer to him and almost kissed his cheek. Yet, you remembered you were in public and just withdrew before embarrassing Mihawk.

"You wanted to make me smile ?" inquired the latter.

"Yeah. Why not? You look like you're always far away. Even when you're with me. That's why I keep trying to attract your attention towards me" you admit, blushing and your head slightly tilted to the side.

"I... Had no idea. I apologize if you feel like I am ignoring you, my dear" replied Mihawk after a short time and almost as equally flustered as you were, he was just better at concealing it.

You felt him take your hand and raise up to his lips. He just kissed it lightly as he was used to do. You nodded and here was the end of the story. Although, it didn't stop you in your kidding habit.

Ace

Will find it incredible. Like his eyes are glittering with delight. Goes full fanboy about your strength.

Of course, he loves your little tricks. And mostly the ones that aims the others *Marco suddenly feels as if he is called somewhere on the ship's deck*. He always find it really funny as well as the crew who asks you where you find all these ideas.

You would never tell them by the way. You just shrug then walk away.

But you like to make Ace's heart lighter with jokes and he knows this.

Although, once a Navy ship took a liking in saying bullshit to your crew. You didn't even wait for Pops to give an order and by the time he did, all these soldiers were lying on their deck, bathing in their own blood and their body cooling down as nature intended.

Ace was seriously taken aback. Where was his little childish cat who messes around with the people of the crew?

"Hey Y/N... You okay?

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You have just kicked all of their asses in 3 minutes, that's why. You could've left me some by the way!"

"Sorry?"

Ace just hugged you after that and showed off slightly, claiming all loudly "that's mah gurl bitches" or something alike.

All of this to say that Ace is super happy when you're all bold, joking around and just untamed with people. But he also likes that merciless side of you that crushes everything which doesn't go the way you want to. Although, he mostly prefers that smiling and childish side of you even though he accepts you as a whole.

Aokiji

Let's go for our lazy Admiral of the Navy.

When he meets you, you have some reputation among the soldiers for being quite an unconventional servant of the holy Justice.

There are some bottles of milk which apparently exploded in the kitchen, some bubble invasions when the day for laundries came and all the Marine capes went pink instead of the immaculate usual white. All these kinds of small things that brought smiles to the soldiers and made them look just human as much as completely unnerved.

Fortunately, Aokiji has never been touched by such pranks. The pink coats was your most famous joke. Even Sengoku didn't manage to keep his laughter for himself.

In the meantime, you were slowly constructing your legend with that gentle smile of yours always plastered on your face. A smile which made Kuzan fall for you.

One day, Aokiji was required for a mission in some places and you were of the party. Everything was going well until you had to fight random pirates. Nothing strange until then since it was your job.

It turned out to be something else when you literally dashed in the first line and just killed your ennemies without a care in the world. You were a little bit like a bull smashing everything in its way. Your crewmates had barely the time to see the pirates flying lifeless behind you.

The rumor that spread after that was that apparently, the soldiers of your crew just needed to sit on an empty trunk of a tree observing the pirates landing - or more likely royally wallowing - at their feet and applauded while giving you a score of ten out of ten for having masterfully fallen like shit on the ground.

Anyways, all that mattered for Aokiji was if you were okay first. Then, when he noticed a blood stain on your cheek that wasn't yours, he felt relieved. You mercilessly butchered those pirates and you weren't injured.

Aokiji doesn't overly appreciate your habit to just go before anyone in battles and can't say he is 100% for it. Your style is too unstructured. You will get killed if you are not careful and since you are unleashed during this time without any immediate back-up, he will ask you at least to wait to have some soldiers at your side. Losing you is never an option and he can't be always behind you to save that ass of yours he was so fond of.

Hi sashiii ❤️ I saw your recent event and I was wondering if I could request Ace x fem!reader with a Romeo and Juliet kind of trope? (But with the happy ending of course 😉) Forbidden lovers planning on running away together and they finally meet but can’t seem to keep their hands of each other? And it can be NSFW please 🧚🏼‍♀️❤️ thank you so much I hope you find this prompt fun 🙈

Hii beautiful!! of course!! I did actually not just use the "Romeo and Juliet" torpe, but also made a little adaptation of it!! I hope you like it!! thank u for requesting! 💖

👑 Oh, Royal Lust Event ~ Royals AU event.

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 ~ 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐃. 𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐱 𝐅! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬

tw: inspired on Romeo & Juliet, it's my own adaptation to Shakespeare's work of art, with a good ending (or maybe not, who knows, maybe both died and they find themselves in the after life... is up to you to decide which path chose). nsfw. oral sex, romantic and fluffy vag sex.

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The freckled boy, the son of your enemies. The sun that shines always on his beautiful noble manor and his gardens. His wavy black hair flows with the wind, and his shirt always ends up in the ground when he trains during the afternoons. And he knows, the daughter of his father’s enemy looks at him from her own room, high, high in a stone tower.

His eyes sometimes meet, and the pupils burn, burn in desire…Because they are enemies, yes. But they are also lovers. They love each other.  But nobody has to know.

The sun sets, the night comes and as the stars form constellations on the sky, his freckles do over his cheeks. Cheeks you got the chance to caress, so soft, so sweet.

“Name! Name!” he calls you from outside your windows. You widen your eyes, is that… him? The flowy fabrics of your night gown shine with the moonlight that filters in between the curtains as you walk towards your balcony.

"Ace? Ace! Where are you? I can't see you!"

Suddenly, him. He is quick and strong, and you suspect he has been training hard his body just to be able to climb to your room.

“Hi…” Ace whispers, always so respectful of you. “Ace… I told you we shouldn’t do this! What if our families find out?” you whisper back, so happy, and so scared because he has crawled up your balcony in the middle of the night. “If we broke the truce the Prince put for us, we will have to pay with our lives at sword point”

Ace sighs, it’s painful for him to be so close and yet so far from you. And frankly, your heart aches too. But you know you have to wait because love always wins, right?

“I’m really sorry, (Name)… I couldn’t look at you from my garden any longer, I needed to have you in my arms” he says, coming closer to your lips. His slightly tanned skin, his mouth so tempting.  “Let’s run away. They will never stop hating each other, (Name)” he urges, as you go dumb just by the warm breath over your lips. “I don’t care about dying, as long as I can be with you”

You have to stop yourself from kissing him, and from crying. How is he planning on running away? They will notice, you will be found by the guards.

“Do you remember the first time I saw you?” he asks, remembering that banquet that he attended uninvited to find his brother’s lover and try to convince her to go back to Sabo. You nod, how could you forget the dance where it was announced you were looking for a husband. A husband you weren’t allowed to choose. “I do… you were the one who illuminated my life, Ace”

Ace sits properly on your balcony and pulls you closer, your face rests on his chest and his arms surround your frame. “Since then, I wanted to marry you… would you marry me?” he says, kissing the crown of your head. If there is something this man masters is beautiful romanticism without even trying.

Your eyes become watery, and there is nothing you would like more in this world than marrying the man you love instead of a random Count of your Kingdom. “A-Ace… of course I want to” you mumble, grabbing his clothes in tight fists and crying over the teared cravat of his shirt.

His hands land on the small of your back, pushing you even closer against his body. Then, warm fingers graze your chin up. His blazing eyes fix in yours, and the tip of your noses touch. The sweetest kiss follows, star-crossed lovers that have so much passion ready to be unleashed.

Will it be tonight? Will it be this, a beautiful hot summer night, the night where their bodies melt?

“(Name)!! Is everything all right?” your nanny’s voice echoes from outside your room, the noble young girl has to be monitored, she is a lady that must be respected and taken care of until you are walked down the aisle to another disgusting noble man.

You quickly break up the kiss, your face inspires true terror. But Ace knows how to ease your fear so easily… “Calm down, I got a plan! Wait for me, tomorrow night I will help you scape. Do you trust me?” he asks, brushing your hair back and earning a nod from you, putting blind faith on him.

He crunches over the balcony, grabbing his fancy burnt orange beret. “See you tomorrow, I love you” he mouths. And just when your nanny opens your door he jumps off and disappears into the night.

“Is the lady ok?” you nanny asks, coming towards a startled you. The warm breeze of Verona kisses your cheeks, and your heart pumps faster than ever. “I- I am…” you barely mumble, with eyes fixed into a marine blue velvety sky.

You server turns you around to discover some tears running down your face, she cleans them and sends you to sleep. “Still thinking on that young child of the Portgas, right?” she asks, helping you get into bed. “Tomorrow night will be a big night, Lady (Name). You will meet your future husband in the banquet” she says, tucking your sheets under your armpits.

But… I’ve already met him…

A new day has started with many servants getting you ready for the big night, you were made even to take a bath in milk and roses. Your hair, your nails, everything should be perfect for the party. Your beauty should be enhanced to the maximum… what a futile attempt to make you happy.

And as the night came, with your eyes always looking at the gardens of your manor, you never once thought Ace’s promises will be empty ones…

The banquet was noisy, violins, cellos, and everybody would wait for the tarantella to be played just to dance with their future lovers. And there it is, the man that will marry you… but Ace… where is Ace?

“Come on, (Name). Smile a little, we have accepted your request to wait a few months to get married. Now show some gratitude” your mother tells you, annoyed at your sadness. “Yes, mother…” you answer back, forcing a smile that’s painful and not real.

But, like a sun through the door, a little funny clown appears to animate the nobles and riches getting their bellies stuffed of the most gourmets preparations. “I’m the God of the sun! of laughter! Please, those drums of liberation!! Play that song for me!” the buffoon says, stretching himself and jumping all around.

You smile, it’s inevitable not to do so. He indeed looks like the Sun, a Sun in the middle of a night… and the drums of liberation? What does he mean?

Dancing to the sound of the barrels he comes closer and stands in front of you. “SHI SHI SHI! You must be the young lady, the star of this night!” he says, and quickly snatches some meat from your plate. 

You can’t help but laugh at such lack of respect, he is too cute not to do so. He stretches his cheeks and shows you a big smirk, his eyelids have paintings and in his forehead the word meat.

“You like the stars when they form galaxies in the sky, (Name)?” he asks, all of a sudden. “Do you know I have a brother who has them all over his face?”.

You quickly understand what he meant… is this Ace’s plan? “I love them, I love the stars” you tell him, Ace is a true star.

“Cool, then, you should go to the kitchen after the party, I’ve heard you will find the way towards the stars if you eat something sweet! I did find the path towards the sun eating your meat! Thanks!” he whispers and jumps away to keep entertaining the party.

You are left startled. Ace…

You couldn’t wait much longer, of course you couldn’t. And right after the last person left the place and everybody was wasting his time fawning on a Count way older than you, drooling and waiting for a couple of months to pass to have you in his arms, you ran to the kitchen.

“Chef Sanji!” you find the blonde chef of your mansion smoking in his workplace after a long night of hard work.

His blonde locks move when he turns around to you, a sweet smile and a cigarette hanging from his lips. “Beautiful (Name)-san” he salutes you.

“I have come for something… sweet?” you ask him, well aware one of your guards is waiting right outside the window. Probably he had been chatting with Chef Sanji, even though they don’t usually get along.

Sanji lets a little chuckle out; his expression shows how much he understands what you just said. “To find the road to the stars?” he asks, opening a little wooden cabinet from the kitchen. “Uh…” you think twice about saying yes, the guard is looking at you with his single eye.

“Calm down, he is here to help you too… Lady (Name)” he sweetly whispers, putting in your hand a little truffle and looking at the guard with a cute smile. You observe the little dessert over your palm, and then to the cook and the green haired guard.

You open your mouth and close it again several times, what is that supposed to do? How is it going to help finding Ace?

“Eat this, it’s as sweet as spicy. It may burn a little, but then, the sweet chocolate will ease it. Just like love, (Name). You will fall asleep for a day; you will be safe. You will be taken to Dr. Marco. You know him?” Sanji asks.

You nod, Dr. Marco has always been your family doctor. But it was also the Portgas family’s doctor too… “Thank you guys…” you whisper, taking the truffle and letting the burning sensation in your tongue numb your life as you run through the halls of your home.

A new Sun awakens the cobbled streets of Verona, the heat of a summer over Italy make some flowers still shy to open after a long night.

You lay on your bed, completely unconscious. No response, even the strongest knocks on your door does not wake you up. Door that’s open by your nanny and mother, to find an inert body resting over your bed.

“My dear (Name)!” “Call Dr. Marco right away! She is not breathing!”

Doctor Marco fixes his glasses as he tries to find a little bump that would indicate your heart is beating on your cold wrist. But he says he cannot find it. You are gone, for ever…

Left over the stone of your future grave, your family members cry heartbroken. How did that happen? Why have you passed away? So young, so beautiful… Roses surround your body, all around that stone where your back rests. Your hands crossed over your belly and your hair let down framing your peaceful façade.

A dying sun caresses your cold skin with orangey rays that filter from the garden, the sky is tinted in lilac and the summer breeze plays with the silky fabric of your dress. The night slowly comes, and with that your family leaves your grave to rest, perhaps, a little.

“I’m here…” you hear, a whispering voice that warms your heart. “I’m already here, I’m sorry if I made you wait”

Soft hands over your cheeks, the warmth of his lips on your forehead. Slowly easing the comatose state, you were in by kisses and caresses, loving touches, full of hope and liberation. “A-Ace…?” you mumble while trying to beat the heaviness of your eyelids. You feel your mouth dry, but that doesn’t matter because the first thing you see is the galaxy on his cheeks.

“Hi” he whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Hi…” you utter, smiling so happily. If this is a dream or if this is reality, it doesn’t really matter.

Ace’s lips slowly reach for yours and closing your eyes you receive them. The first kiss of the new rest of your lives, along with his fingers interlocking with yours. Kiss that turns into the most passionate session of tongues dancing. It’s been so long, how many days you have waited for his kisses, for his hands?

“Should we get married first?” he asks once he lays next to your still a little weak body. “Let’s get married under the stars, right now” you tell him, sure marriage is nothing but sealing your love in an eternal promise.

Ace smiles, for the first time so sincerely, happiness fills his heart, and does yours too. “Do you take me as your husband, (Name)?” he asks, kissing your hand. “I do, (Ace). Do you take me as your wife, Ace?”

“I do, love of my life”

He pulls you up, sitting over the cold stone but surrounded by a blazing love, by a blazing desire. The freckled young man hand’s rest over your shoulders, slowly sliding your sleeves down them. Sweet pecks over your neck, down to your collar bones. None of you could wait any longer for this, you simply can’t.

Over the stone that would close your tomb, you will seal the deal that makes you free. The love that will lead you to a new life, what a beautiful paradox.

His kisses slowly makes you lay over what is now your bed, he takes his beret off revealing the wavy raven locks framing his galaxy face. You help him take his shirt off, barely ripping it with your own nails. Finally, his body, all for you.

Tan skin from a hot summer, from endless days training on his garden under the sun. His fingers buried on your hips, lifting your right leg. Leg that ends around his, carving your heel onto his calf. Hardness against wetness, his kisses don’t limit to your lips. Desperately nibbling your neck, and the little valley in between your breasts.

Ace, like an unstoppable beast, begins devouring you. Sucking, licking, biting, pulling. Getting drunk on your whines, you in rapture. More, more, I wanna feel you even closer.

The freckled man, goes down, tracing a wet path from your chest to your belly button. He stops right there, after kissing around your navel. His fire eyes fixed on yours, lust has taken his body host and you won’t stop him. His fingers squeezing your hipbones tight. “Spread, (Name)… please” he commands, showing you what he wants to do with his watering mouth.

You do, lifting your legs and spreading them so he can fit in the middle. His smile turns into a smirk, a dark smirk. Ace plays with your fine lingerie, first touching the dampness of the lace that covers your sex. His nose buries them on your sex, still covered, but feeling every sensation his lips create. He kisses first, and licks then.

“Can I?” he asks, still waiting for your permission to take your underwear off. You only moan and nod, you need him to do so, you really need it to. He smiles, kindly this time, kissing first your inner thigh and then sliding your panties off.

The white lace slowly goes down your legs, getting to your feet. Ace plants a loving peck over the arch of your foot and then the clothes are finally off. He pounces back in between your legs, with the utmost care he only tastes your dripping arousal with the tip of his tongue, breathing warmly over your anatomy. It makes you squirm; it makes you arch your back.

Yet, this is just the beginning because when he spread your labia with his finger and attacks your button of pleasure, you scream hard. Your moan echoes through the night, and you are pretty much sure everybody had listened.

But, frankly, you don’t care.

Ace, Ace keeps eating, nurturing from your sex, taking you to heaven so sweetly and sinfully. Hi trace circles, he sucks, and he even uses his fingers. Fingers to which your walls get used to, as they open their ways inside of you.

Climax, that unknown sensation finally taking over your body for the very first time, warming and taking you to edge of glory from the loving actions of your husband. The freckles that sprinkle his rosy cheeks now, peek up your core to simply enjoy the beautiful expression of your ecstasy.

“Ace, keep… going, please. Come here” you mumble when your breath normalizes, you need him inside of you, you can’t wait any longer. “Sure, my love” he accepts, crawling up to you, planting a honey kiss on your lips.

Ace wipes the little drops of sweat on your forehead and looks at you with the softest expression you’ve ever seen. His adoration towards you reminds you of a goddess worshiper. And indeed, he is, he considers you as his goddess, precious divinity.

“Do you want me to make love to you, my dear?” he asks, with his forearms at each side of your face. “Make love to me, my lover”.

Bellies touching, breathing into each other. Himself invading your insides with care and soft motions so you get accustomed to him. Slowly moving in and out once your clenching walls allow him to do so.

Resting his body weight over his left side, he makes love to you with eyes fixed on yours and his right hand caressing your cheek. “I love you” he repeats on and on, until words aren’t needed or can’t be said. Moaning and confessing how much both love each other, seal your first encounter with raptured feelings as if you had finally found the path to the stars...

“Let’s run away and never look back” 💖~

So damn cute ❤️

Sam Wilson/the Falcon x Neutral Gender Reader.

Warnings : none.

Summary : Just chilling and Sam is not far away from you.

Sam and you had a common point. And not a little one.

You were both human.

Something quite obvious I know.

But besides, there are witches, men able to run very fastly, super soldiers, philantropic billionaires wearing suits gods...

So yes. Sometimes, it was good to see someone who is not like all of them

And, as much for Sam as you, it was important to see and to be aware that, yes, you were heroes but you didn't need to be mutants to be as powerful as them.

You didn't have the same abilities and fighting styles. That was good news because it allowed your eclectic group to handle any type of threat.

You were just with your little ship, sheltered in there, and crushing your enemies without any mistake.

And Sam liked that in you.

You looked like him.

He was strong and powerful with the sort of suit he was wearing. Also agile and doing everything he was able to WITH his humanity.

You liked the others. A lot. But it seemed that a whole universe was separating you. Something that neither Steve or Tony or whoever could correct.

Clint, Natasha, Sam, sometimes Bucky, surprisingly Vision, because on how he was thinking, and you living next to all the others.

They would say to you that you are not so different because once they were humans and they remained human, or even them could suffer like a human. With their thoughts, their memories and their night terrors.

Certainly one of the biggest issues in the Avengers.

It seemed that only catastophes are holding them together. Or evil. Or anything else that is not really good for humanity.

These thoughts suddenly crossing your mind put aside, you were just chilling in the compound.

You heard Sam's footsteps across the living room. Bruce Banner was in the corner, busy. And the others in training room.

You would practice your own moves later. When no one would watch you.

Not that you didn't want to train with them but you weren't ready to fight against Steve and his shield. Even if he promises not to hurt you badly.

You heard Sam sitting next to you. You were busy by your thoughts and your phone.

"Hey" he greeted quietly.

"Hey" you barely responded with your eyes stuck on the screen in front of your eyes.

A few seconds after, you wondered what was happening to the man on the couch.

Your eyes crossed his and you saw that something was really disturbing him.

He didn't say anything.

Alright. You figured out that was big.

Because nothing was able to make him so silent.

You were watching him during long seconds to try to define what bothered him by observing his features.

He seemed completely shut.

"What's this about, Wilson?" you finally asked.

He didn't answer immediately as he always does with a sarcastic tone, making you smile every time.

"Sam?" you insisted

He finally turned his gaze at you

You didn't need more than a few seconds to make him have again this nice happy expression on his face.

You were both lightly laughing.

"See, Wilson? Better" you said with a half-smile.

"Thanks Y/N"

"You're welcome I suppose. Even if I didn't do anything particular"

"You are who you are. You probably don't know how reassuring it is"

"Because the great Sam Wilson feels unsteady sometimes? That's news"

Sam didn't talk back. He just puts his head on your lap and looks at you from below.

He mumbles something about a safe place that you didn't hear correctly and stares at you much longer than what would be innocent.

"Wait... You called me great, right?"

"Maybe".

A smile made its way onto Sam's face.

And you spent the next two hours joking and talking about anything.

Both of you cherished your relationship. It was special, natural, warm and sometimes, you couldn't help but flirt a little.

The time when you would be more than just friends wasn't so far

Loki X male! Reader (headcanons)

English is not my main language. Sorry for the mistakes.

Warning : none. But a lot of fluff, it is also my first headcanons.

Summary: What if you were attracted by Thor and what if Loki would be in love of you ?

On Asgard, you love who you want to love. 

Meaning that if a man loves a man, who has the right to say anything about it? Same for women and for any people living here. Queen Frigga herself had a lot of people looking for her attention. 

This put aside, you were actually attracted to Prince Thor. 

Who isn’t ? He’s just kind, strong (you were too) and was always drawing your attention wherever he could be. 

Even during battles, which is clearly not really safe when people’s life is at stake (and also yours)

The day you fell for him was when you had been thrown in the air and that he went to save you like a knight in shining armour. (or more likely with a shining hammer)

He was just.... You couldn’t say anything else nor describe him. Did you ever seen something as beautiful as this man who came to save you ?

You weren’t able to think anymore either. 

He just left you half lying on the ground, your legs shaking, not able to stand or hardly, a blushing mess...Oh you must have been handsome here 

Yet, another man was interested in you. Another prince. Another god. But more evilish. A living mischief. Someone more secret, more distant from people. 

A strong warrior, well... At least, he knew how to fight. Until today, that was all what you were giving to him, the sole interest you were seeing in him. 

He was a stark contrast with his brother. That didn’t surprise you much when people spread gossip about him not being the real brother of Thor and the real son of Frigga and Odin. 

He glanced at you sometimes. You didn’t understand why. You were too busy to follow Thor when the blond-haired man was holding you, his strong arm on your shoulders and alcohol in his other hand. 

Yet, one day, you are tired of following Thor around like a little puppy during one of Odin’s banquets. You just have a drink and you look at this flaming god all the time you are far away from him.

You stay by yourself, observing the crowds. Thor vaguely waved his hand at you. Your drink was resting in your hand, and you were losing yourself in the colored liquid

You were getting sadder and sadder to receive so little of Thor’s attention. 

You heard a slight noise just next to you

Someone sat down. Someone that you weren’t expecting at all. 

It was Loki. The second prince. Yeah... This one. “surprise” would be an understatement because he mentionned more than once that you weren’t exactly what he liked as a person. 

And as said previously, you didn’t like him either. 

But he was somehow different today. It was well-known that he hated this kind of party. He was spending his time with a drink and looking with disdain to his surroundings

"What brings you here" you asked with an empty tone, not reaaaly wanting to know what it is about

"Some company. And since you seem lonely... "

His answer hadn't any importance for you. It was just to avoid a embarrassing silence between you.

You mumbled something. No one would have been able to hear it. Until Loki it seemed because a little smile made his thin lips curl upwards.

You can't help it but smiled back. How strange... He was so endearing.

You only remark it now but loneliness made you realize that Loki is actually very good looking. Like is brother. But Thor looked more like the Sun. The second prince embodied the light of the Moon and the poetic charm of the stars during a clear night. His pale skin...

If you heard yourself, you would certainly slap yourself yet a burst of laughter in the distance made you reconsider the idea of staying with Loki.

It seemed that he saw this glance. The black-haired man didn't react. Though, he couldn't prevent himself to make a snide remark so as to push you to focus on him and him only.

Loki was thinking about the blindness of his brother. You were sincerely blessed by the grace of nature. You were mesmerizing.

And Thor was occupating your thoughts while he could entertain you more than this stupid show-off and also his brother (adopted but are we going to argue?)

He would talk to you and you would answer, kindly with your voice that could push two mountains into a fight. After all, you didn't like these person around the blond Prince. They were only bugs tapping against the glass of a window and stuck in their obstinate ignorance.

Now, Loki enjoyed to see you, he has just to stretch his arm and he would be able to touch you. Yet, he wouldn't do so, he doesn't want to see you flee from him. Or using a silly excuse so as to run away.

Even with the thousands of years that you spent not so far from each other, it was finally hard to start a conversation without sounding awkward.

Stammer. A lot of stammer. You stumbled on your words. You even doubted of your ability to speak to one another.

But you decided you had nothing to lose by exchanging with the prince so you just started about the fact that the party was going to be too noisy for your taste. Most of the people were becoming drunk and the last ones who were reasonable got back to theirs quarters.

You decided that you would leave. Though, as the evening and then the night passed over Asgard, you grew sort of attached to Loki.

He was clearly not the man you thought he was.

Besides his obvious charm, he was witty, listening to whatever you would say, even the worst jokes you had, ready to exchange your point of view on different topics.

You didn't think at all that he would be so interesting. You had to admit that he wasn't so dull.

It took a certain time to get you to talk again to each other. And each time, you weren't able to let him go that easily.

When did you acknowledge how handsome he was both inside and outside?

Loki has pretty well seen how he managed to melt this icy armour you were wearing around your heart when it comes to see each other. He was touching your soul and he was pleased of it.

Loki was happy because you weren't listening all the rumors that people liked to spread about him.

For you, he wasn't embodying only Mischief, but also humanity. He was just asking to people to look at him like the person he was.

True. He had done awful things but... Look at him. Swallowed by Thor's shadow, not even existing for the Argardians. He was only "Thor's brother". Just a pale copy, a missed thing next to his flaming brother.

And... He would never forget when you came to him, while Thor's little puppies managed hurt him through all the sass and sarcasm that his reputation was made of.

He felt like his soul was shattered. The feeling of being split up by bitterness and anger against his brother's popularity.

"You know, Loki... The moon and the stars may be invisible during the day. It doesn't mean they are not here. You are not some shadow. You are Loki, god of Mischief and an incredible man"

"I am no such things." he snapped back, tears almost falling from his beautiful eyes.

"You are. You are the most shining star I've ever met. Even hidden by clouds on a rainy day, I would still look for you because without you, I feel as if I was lost"

It sounded like a confession. Loki had dreamed of such words for himself, from you or from anyone. Someone who accepted him as he was. And that was priceless for him.

Loki would feel his heart warm up, like when fire magic was running trough his veins. But he felt free from all of those negative sentiments.

He could not forget either the way your arms sneaked to his shoulders and when you attracted him against your chest.

When did anyone hold him this way for the last time ? He wasn't able to remember. He just felt air coming inside of you and getting out by the same path along your ribcage.

He was happy. Just happy. Nothing else.

Was he dreaming when you got closer to him, your breath mixing together and your warm lips against his and your hand brushing the skin of his cheek?

Loki obviously didn't refuse the most elegant and aethereal kiss he has ever got from a long time.

He was not dreaming after all. When you separate Loki felt the desire to come to you again and make you understand he was all yours.

After all this time while he was craving for your attention, he finally got it.

He got even more. You were the world for him and he was yours. Asgard, Midgard... All of this didn't matter anymore as long as you were together.

You were happy and in love. You had forgotten Thor since a long time now. You had your own little star.

I hear you my friend

"Not all those wander are lost."

Yeah that sounds pretty cool but I'm actually lost

Please help me