Loki Thor Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Then immediately he found himself transforming to Loki. "Stand beside me brother," Thor said "and together we shall take down our enemies." He raised up his hammer, lightening sparkling in his eyes. "Is it fair to say you've won from just being handsome?" Stacie asked dreamily staring at Alex. "No!" Ross shouted. "That's not fair! This whole dream isn't fair! I deserve to be Thor in Alex's dream!" "Shut up!" Stacie yelled at him. "I'm the referee and what I say goes, do you wanna argue with me?"

"I know you're lying to me. You're not going to make me beg you to tell you the truth but I am tired of hiding it and lying to my friends because I'm scared that you don't feel something for me because I do!" Loki pushed his door shut and groaned. He grabbed her roughly by the waist and pulled her to him. Before his lips captured hers, he muttered. "Don't say I didn't warn you," But that fully flew over her head because he was already kissing her. His fingers tightened around her hip and she pushed against him like she couldn't get enough of him as their tongues twirled, and their breaths quickened. Heyli felt a wave of shivers rush down her spine. Was this how it felt like to feel something

The only thing more tempting to Thor than sex is a really good battlefield massacre. He makes an unhappy noise in his chest, clearly torn. His brothers are laughing at his struggle. I decide to help him out. I lean up and kiss him. “We stay, listen to the angels, and then I teleport us to bed and suck your soul out through your cock. Deal?” He sits. “Okay.” “She’s got your number, brother,” Loki snorts. “Careful, or she’ll have you pussy-whipped.” “She already does,” Thor says proudly, nuzzling my ear.

’ I hissed inwardly as I swallowed and attempted to force my head to shift away from the view. Grunting in my made-up bed, I got up, tweaking my hair as I raked my fingers over my scalp roughly to jerk my thoughts out of the unsettling image. Despite that, when I felt the kindling stimulation in my body starts to subside, my wolf, Thor, then emerged through our link. ‘You got the hots for her, Loki,’ he teased, laughing at me. When I looked down, I was greeted by my cock in an aloft state. 'Fantastic, idiot!' I sighed in dejection.

So why does the loom say otherwise? My fingers twitch toward the thread again and this time I don’t hesitate. I grab it and yank hard. Magic slams into me like a wave. I’m not standing in the shrine anymore. I’m in a dream. A nightmare. A memory. A place that is all three at once. And Loki’s here too. Not in flesh, but in presence. Woven from shadow and light, tall and sharp and entirely too pleased with himself. “You touched it,” he says. “Curious girl. I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to fight.”

Logan yelled, exaggerating the situation. “You, dumbass, where is our real friend?” “Do you want to die?” I snarled at them. Thore was laughing so hard while watching us. “Look at him, Raylie. This is the elegant and fashionable kind of guy.” Loki pointed at Thore. Thore stood up and posed like a fashion icon. I glared at them. So, these punks enjoyed this, huh! That book was indeed useless! I irritatingly turned to my food and started eating.

Shadow bared his teeth at the two of them. I didn't even look at Loki. I fixed my gaze on Alice and said coldly, "Give it back." Alice blinked innocently. "What are you talking about? Give what back? Oh, you mean… but Melissa, I love Loki, too. Please, can't you give him to me?" As she spoke, tears pooled in her eyes. Loki pulled her into his arms, then slapped me hard across the face. "Get out already! I warned you not to get ideas above your station. Looks like I went too easy on you!"

My body stiffened in his embrace. Just then, Loki's phone buzzed in his pocket. After he glanced at the screen, his expression shifted subtly as he quickly said, "I need to step out and take care of something, sweetheart." With that, he let go and rushed toward the door, eager to leave. There was a painful twinge in my chest because I'd just seen the name on the screen. It was a message coming from "Munchkin." A few minutes later, he rushed back and threw on his cloak.

The urgency within me demands immediate answers. Alpha stammers, his gaze avoiding mine as he attempts to respond. His feeble attempt only fuels my frustration, pushing me further to the edge. I can feel the pulsating energy coursing through my veins, my Lycan nature straining against my control. But I reign it in, channeling the raw power into my words. "My Lycan is yearning for her other half, but I cannot locate her. I can only catch a faint trace of her scent," I assert, my voice resonating with an undertone of frustration. The Luna, sensing the mounting anger within me, seeks refuge in the protective embrace of her husband, her body trembling. It is she who dares to respond, her voice l

My hands shook as I continued reading, feeling a mix of fear and pity for Atlas. In the journal, Atlas wrote about how he changed into a vampiric lycan during the full moon, becoming stronger than werewolves and vampires combined. He only sought blood and destruction, and he couldn't control it. He wrote about how he had killed his former Luna, Aurora's mother, during one of these episodes. The guilt of his actions had weighed heavily on his conscience ever since.