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Ultraviolence

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A/N: ….let’s pretend that I didn’t take a giant hiatus and not write for months on end…. K? K.

Bonsoir every1 !!! I’m so happy to be back writing and super excited to publish my first fic !! I’m going to attempt to post 1 chapter a week but will see how that goes lol. Anyways, I hope u enjoy my newest baby, ‘Ultraviolence” !!

Premise: Your a psychiatrist for the Avengers focusing on PTSD and trauma rehabilitation. When Thor’s estranged brother gets sentenced to live on earth till Odin sees fit, you find yourself attempting to help Loki.

Pairing: Loki x OC, (Nadezhda Novikov)

Warnings: none rlly for this chapter :)

(NOT PROOF READ)

Word count: 1.5k

Translations: none.

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Chapter 1 : The introduction

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"Mornin dez" Stark entered the compound's kitchen, immediately heading for the coffee pot as you drank out of your own cup.

"Good morning Anthony." You said irritatedly. Anthony always found a way to rub you the wrong way. No matter what is was, he always pissed you off. Maybe it was the whole big brother little sister relationship you two always had, or just both your sarcastic personalities bouncing off of each other.

"Dez !" Natasha, Your big sister, said running up to you with her wide, pearly, smile. You smiled giving her a big hug in return. One grumpy Yelena followed behind, snatching Anthony's fresh cup of coffee right out of his hand with a smile.

After escaping the red room, you dedicated your time to gaining your psychology degree and fighting crime with the fellow avengers. You had 'superpowers' yourself, probably the only reason you were an avenger in the first place. You acted as a team therapist, as well as specializing in trauma recovery. Today you began to help the dreaded assignment, or at least that's what everyone told you it would be like. You had never met Loki Laufeyson, but you were about to.

"You almost ready?" You snapped out of your trance, watching Fury walk through the door. Him, Anthony, Thor, and Bruce would be helping and supervising you throughout the project.

Loki had been commanded to stay on earth under the avengers custody until Odin, deemed it fit for him to return to his homeland. Thor visited daily, mostly coming back torqued after some argument they had.

"Mhm," you said, gulping the last bit of coffee you had left, grabbing your books, notepad, and pen.

As they all accompanied you down the eerily unoccupied hall; zero words were exchanged as you finally made it to the gods chambers.

Anthony pushed ahead of you all. After swiping a keycard, using his hand print, AND a retinal scan, the door let out a loud series of clicks. He quickly moved out of the way as Thor took lead, pushing the door open walking in unbothered. Anthony and fury followed, you being last in line. As you entered the room, Loki sat chained to an interrogation table. You sighed at the overprotective security. You had once been in his shoes, except instead of trying to take over a whole city you tried to assassinate the whole team.

This occurred right after you were freed from Dreykov's custody. You failed to believe your sisters were your sisters, and that the avengers had saved you. As you held your own sister cornered against the wall, she said your name. Not your number, not your code. She humanized you. For the first time in your life you heard your given name aloud.

"Does he really have to be chained to the table?" Your accent thick, shocking the man sitting across the table. Anthony rolled his eyes and laughed.

"While we're in here? Uh, yeah. When we leave do whatever floats your boat. Just remember I'm not cleaning up your bloody corpse." You rolled your eyes sitting at the seat already pulled out for you.

"Who's this?" Loki looked over at the three men. Anthony had already started to leave, done with the situation at hand.

"She's a—a friend, who wants to help you.." Thor stuttered out, clearly not good at coming up with something on the spot. Nick rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms impatiently.

Fury was hesitant to even entertain your idea of treating; or at least attempting to treat Laufeyson. He was a full case file waiting to be closed. Another relic in Shield's database.

"I've got it from here, I'll let you know when I want out." You laughed, ushering them along.

As the door clicked shut, you brought your hands out and allowed the magic to flow through your palms and to the cuffs.

"I'm letting you out. And remember these hands aren't just for unlocking cuffs." You smiled as he rolled his wrists, rubbing the faint lines they left with his opposite hand.

"So are you going to tell me what you are?" He snarked. You laughed under your breath, opening your note pad.

"I'm one of them, but I'm also a psychiatrist." You looked up from the yellow pages, staring right into his eyes. His face contorted through plenty emotions, before settling on one. Anger.

"I don't need a fucking psychiatrist." He spat through gritted teeth, anticipating you to be upset.

But you stayed content.

"No, but I'm sure I can help." You shrugged, continuing to remain eye contact. He rolled his eyes and stayed silent.

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" Your brows furrowed, keeping that contact as you clicked your pen.

"I have a feeling your going to ask them anyways." He rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

"Mhm!" You hummed enthusiastically, purely to piss him off.

"So, I have your file here, at least what we were able to obtain from your brother-"

"Adoptive, brother." He cut you off.

"Adoptive, brother," you sighed. "Is there anything you'd like to share before we go through your history?" Quite monotonously said.

"I'll correct you as we go." He replied slouching back in his seat.

After about an hour of back and forth about what Thor had said and Lokis take on it, you finally had your notepad full. But, you hadn't got to current events just yet. You could feel his knee bouncing faster and faster as you neared the present.

"If you wish to stop at anytime please tell me. The only way I can truly help you is if your honest with me, and trust me." You hadn't even bothered bringing Odin up; despite the fact he's the source of it all.

He rolled his eyes and sat upright.

"I don't need your pity." He sneered once more.

"What makes you think it's pity?" You cocked your head, putting your pen down.

"It's all anyone offers. Pity or hatred. Nothing more, nothing less."

"It's empathy, Loki. And to be fair the hatred is well deserved, you came into these peoples planet, their home, and tried to take over." You took a pause. "But it can be forgiven."

"Do you truly think I'm stupid enough to fall for the fake ideology that 'all can be forgiven?' I am a god you dull Midgardian. I cannot, and WILL not be forgiven for my actions, and I could give two shits if they did." Your eyes widened a bit at the speech, but without fail you had a comeback.

"No, not everyone will forgive you. That is impossible. And something all of us have to cope with. We are not perfect, god or human. And we also have to accept that. I think that's something we should work on; as well as this feeling that you don't deserve forgiveness." You said rather calmly for just being called a dull Midgardian.

He said nothing in response, concluding your session. As you took a peep at your watch realizing it had been about an hour, you flipped you notepad shut, and raised you hand to put his back in cuffs.

"Someone will escort you to your room in a few minutes. I look forward to working with you, Loki." You smiled at him. He frowned, more confused than anything.

As you made your way around stark tower, you arrived at the conference room you were supposed to meet at after the appointment.

"Agent Novikov," Fury greeted you. Anthony gave a nod and Thor gave a smile. A moment of silence passed as you settled into your office chair at the table, cracking open your notes.

"So, how'd it go with reindeer games?" Stark finally broke the silence. His hands intertwined, resting on the glass table top.

You sighed, briefly looking at your notes.

"I have reason to believe he has significant trauma, mostly surrounding his upbringing and parentage. As well as a suicide attempt, that led to his run in with Chitauri. Possibly anger issues, more or likely stemming from childhood. Other than that I've seen worse cases; he's not a lost cause." Your brows furrowed as you glanced over your notes quickly again.

"So, what's your course of action?" Fury questioned.

"Therapy, socialization, possibly medication? Not quite sure about that though; I do think he should be socialized with the team, treated as if he's not a threat. That would be good for him."

"Woah woah there, slow your roll, he is a threat. And I'm not sure it's a good idea to have him outside of his cage until we're sure he's improving." Stark intervened. You nodded in agreement.

"Of course. But as soon as I'm sure he's improving, I'd like to further discuss socialization with the team." You agreed, standing up with your note pad and pen clutched to your chest.

Thor gave you a thanks on your way out, as you made it back to the common room where Natasha was waiting for the news.

Could you please write a smut scenario with Loki x fem!reader where the relationship is kept secret and you would need to be silent cause the avengers are sitting next room? <3

Your pathetic noises, Loki Laufeyson

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Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Summary: Kitchen sex with Loki, what more can I say?

Word count: 507

Contains: smut. quicky. unprotected sex.

Notes: idk how I’m writing so many blurbs for filthy friday. Who am I??

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You’re unsure of how you ended up in this situation. Hips digging into the edge of the counter as Loki’s hips rub against your ass. His voice barely a whisper in your ear.

“You can be quiet for me, can’t you?” His words send a shiver down your spine as you push your ass back against him. You nod your head quickly. Wasting no time, he begins to undo your jeans, sliding them to your knees, quickly joined by your underwear. You lean forward, your elbows rest on the cool kitchen counter as you wiggle your ass at him.

A low groan emits from his chest as his hand comes down to grope you before he focus’ on undo his own slacks. Tugging them down just enough to free his already hard cock, he positions himself at your entrance before slowly pushing in. He rests his head on your shoulder for a moment to muffle the noise that dares to escape him.

Time is short and the rest of the team being in the other room doesn’t help. You can hear them laughing and talking about whatever show they’re watching but all you can focus on is the feeling of Loki’s cock starting to drag in and out of you so slowly. Splitting you open and already making the heat in your stomach grow.

You bury your face in your hands, trying so hard to be as quiet as possible. On the other side of the kitchen door is far too many people with enhanced senses and hearing and the last thing you need is to scar them for life.

“As much as I love your pathetic noises, you need to be quiet.” The harshness or his words and the feeling of his hot breath on your ear has you weak in the knees. You feel yourself getting closer to your end but this isn’t enough to push you over.

“Please, please speed up.” You’re sure you didn’t actually say it, barely hearing your own words but Loki did. He stands back up, his hands find purchase on your hips before he gives in to your request. The pace he sets is brutal. The tip of his cock incessantly nudges that spot inside you that sends you hurdling towards your end.

His hands clamps over your mouth as your walls flutter around him. A white heat tears through your body as you softly moan into his hand. Your orgasm send Loki head first into his. Coating your walls with his cum, his forehead rests between your shoulder blades as he comes down from his high.

Your thighs shake as your body relaxes against the counter, face pressed flat as your head rests to the side. The cold of the counter is a welcome feeling against the heat of your forehead and cheek.

Fixing your clothes, you both return to the lounge room and continue watching whatever was on the tv. Bucky leans over to you, whispering in your ear.

“You two aren’t as quiet as you think.”

#Life imitates art

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Bonus:

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Natasha: You need to lie still, Y/n. You've lost a lot of blood.

Y/n: I didn't lose my blood

Y/n: *points to a puddle of blood* it's right there