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Warnings: This story may contain material that is not suitable for all audiences and may offend some readers. Please exercise understanding of personal sensitivities before and during reading.

Author's Note(s): So, I could write an excuse or something similar here, but it looks like an official-ish reviewer of Loki wanted/expected "perverse" fics stemming from today's episode, so I'm just gonna claim that as my reasoning. Enjoy.

Challenge/Competition Block:
Stacked with: MC4A (SpB; TrB; SuB; AU; Ship; Hunt; Chim; Fire; Garden; War; CM; T3; SN; FR; FPC; BAON; ToS; StL; Star; Fence; ER)
Individual Challenges: Best Stories (Y); La Vie Boheme; Fix-It Felix (Y); My Favorite Things [09]; Magical MC; Magical MC (Y); Extraterrestrial MC; Extraterrestrial MC; Neurodivergent; Rian-Russo Inversion; Disabled; Shifter MC; Shifter MC; Ship Sails; Setting Sail; Gwen's MCU Bribery (Y); Citrus Sale; Colors Galore; Zed Era; Old Shoes (Y); Short Jog; Bucket Listing; Two Cakes (Y); Eating Cake (Y); Green Ribbon; Greatest Gift
Other MC4A Challenges (Prompt): SpB [4D](Change); TrB [3D](As the Prophecy Foretold); SuB [2C](Change); AU [1A](Dimension Hopping); Ship (Frost Iron)[SpBig](Tea)/[SpMed2](Cuddling/Snuggling) /[SpMed2](Hand Feeding)/[SpMed2](Making a Drink)/[SuBig](Pillow/Cushion)/[Bingo](4A - Dimension Hopping); Chim [Fish](Coffee/Tea); Hunt [Sp WD](Pagan)/[Sp WD](Autism)/[Sp Con](Fruit)/[Su Con](Tea)/[Su Items](Jewelry); Garden [Flowers](Emerald)/[Flowers](Gold)/[Flowers](Indigo); Fire [Easy](Speak Now)/[Med](Gimme Love)/[Hard](Loving AU)
Representation: Autistic & Asexual Tony Stark/Lady Loki; Picking a Fight with the TVA; Loki helping Loki
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenge(s): Brooms Only; Car in a Tutu; Lock & Key; Larger than Life; Unicorn; Second Verse (Ladylike; Not a Lamp; White Dress; Found Family; Nontraditional; Middle Name); Chorus (Odd Feathers; Wabi Sabi; Fizzy Lemonade; Machismo; Peddling Pots; Fire Song; Tomorrow's Shade); Demo 2 [x2](Messing with Morlocks; Seven Gates)
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: T3 (Terrarium); SN (Rail; Intercept); FR (Evolution; Satisfaction); CM (Brier); War (Obstruction; Sanctuary; Ennui)
Word Count: 1378 words

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Raspberry Ripples
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Loki didn't know what he had been expecting when he had activated the Tesseract without a clear destination in mind. He had known the stone had a mind of its own, as all of them did. The Space Stone in particular was prone to taking a person where it felt they needed to go rather than where they actually wanted to. But considering that Loki had just wanted to be away, he hadn't thought of exerting his will over the capricious stone.

Still, he had been expecting to be spat out somewhere thoroughly uncomfortable like a desert or in the middle of a torrential rain. He hadn't been expecting to find himself in something very similar to his personal quarters on Asgard. Well, with a couple of flairs similar to how he had kept his space during his years training on Vanaheim.

He ran his fingers over the emerald velvet covering the couch he had appeared behind. Seeing the room made him a bit heartsick. He had not seen his rooms since discovering that his entire life had been a lie. He had been too busy trying to keep the kingdom running as Odin would have desired while Thor was banished and Odin himself deep in the magical sleep that would save his life. How he had longed for them as he had felt everything stretching itself to the limits, and then even more so while he had been under the oh-so-merciful hospitality of the Mad Titan's Dark Order.

"Oh, you've finally arrived."

Loki startled at the sound of the shockingly familiar voice. He had been so caught up in memories that he hadn't noticed another magi entering the space. Not that he was guaranteed to have noticed this woman even if he had been woolgathering. After all, she was him.

She moved from the doorway to a large armchair situated across from the couch he was still behind and close to the lit fireplace. Her gown was of the same Vanir design that his mother Frigga preferred when she was just relaxing in her own chambers. The indigo of the fabric complemented the fairer coloring he preferred for his female self, also a match for his beloved mother. She settled into the armchair with all the grace of a queen upon the throne and crossed one leg over the knee of the other. A silk pillow in the same emerald green of the furniture rested near enough to her bare foot that the gold edging touched her skin.

Loki's heart lurched at the sight of that pillow, so clearly a kneeling cushion. For centuries, he had longed for a pet of his own, someone he could pamper and adore. The problem was those of the inclination were uninterested in him, regardless of his titles. It didn't stop his heart from wanting what it wanted.

"Oh, yes," she agreed as if Loki had said something. "My pet should be coming in just a moment or so. Anthony is just finishing up his shower. I love him dearly, as I'm sure you can imagine, but he gets so messy when he's working."

"Anthony?" Loki asked, before he could even think to censor himself.

"Judging by the traces of the Other's magic still stinking the air about you," she said, her hands folded together neatly on her stomach, "I think you'd remember how you defenestrated him recently." Her lips curled into a knowing smirk that was just as familiar as the rest of her. "Tell me what he said to set you off. It clearly wasn't a quip about blonds not knowing how to poke things properly with sticks."

"It was—" Loki swallowed down a scoffing laugh and licked his lips before continuing. "It was about being impotent."

"Men," was her only comment about it.

Mostly because at that exact moment, none other than Tony Stark came through the door carrying a tray laden with an Asgardian tea service, with bowls of berries and cut fruit instead of the tiny cakes or biscuits of the Midgardian versions. The tea set was the blue and green one that his mother had given him to commemorate completing his mastery studies on Alfheim as well as his safe return home. The delicate magic seeped into the clay before firing still felt like Frigga's even all these centuries later.

Stark's only reaction to seeing Loki was a brief widening of his brown eyes and a growing tinge of rouge across his cheekbones as he set the tray on the wide arm of the chair. He did not appear discomforted by how vulnerable he was in only a pair of loose fitting sleep pants of the thin (almost translucent) silk. Despite how his other self must have taken Stark to the healers, the human still sported a thick and knotted scar in the center of his bare chest in addition to the slim hoops through his dark brown nipples.

Loki's breath caught in his throat as the genius inventor then sank to a resting kneel position on the thick cushion. His hands were crossed behind his back, his restless fingers playing with the textured emerald beads on the bracelets he wore on each wrist. Otherwise, the man appeared completely relaxed, despite Loki's presence. That only seemed to increase as his female self ran her fingers through his damp curls before using the hold to make him rest against her thigh.

"Now I believe we have some business to discuss," she said as she picked up a plump raspberry from the bowl of them on the tray. Without hesitation, Stark opened his mouth and accepted the treat from her fingers. He then licked at the juices left behind with tiny flicks of his tongue before rubbing his cheek against her leg like a kitten. "If your Anthony is anything like mine, you will need all the help you can get to untangle him from the vultures who are sinking their talons into him even as we speak."

"You don't even know if the Tony Stark from my world is attracted to men," Loki deflected, unwilling to admit how he had admired the genius for years and their recent interactions had done nothing to diminish that.

"He's not," Stark said, the slightest of slurs edging his words. His other self hummed before sending a curl of green magic to pour out tea into two cups. Loki closed his eyes against the stab of disappointment. "He's also not not attracted. I'm always attracted based on other things. Gender is never a factor, at least not directly. More men tend to be ass-clowns that take themselves out of the running, though, so there is that."

"You would help me win my Stark?" Loki questioned. His eyes narrowed at the submissive who was accepting another berry from his mistress. "Why?"

"Selfishness, mostly," Stark murmured between licks. Subspace was softening the man's expression. "I deserve nice things."

"Such a good pet," his other self praised as if the words were a great achievement of some sort. Loki was reminded of how Stark hadn't listed himself as one of the Earth's Mightiest Heroes. As she fed Stark yet another raspberry, she continued speaking. "You do deserve nice things, and we're going to make sure that you do get them." Her blue eyes focused on Loki with a determined fire. "First step, of course, is avoiding getting caught by bureaucratic dictators."

"Avoiding the Midgardians will be child's play," Loki dismissed only to notice the way that her expression did not change at all. "If not the Midgardians, then who? As gullible as they are, I would call neither Asgard or the Mad One's Order bureaucratic."

"Have a seat, Lesser Self," she told him with a sweeping gesture towards the couch. "It is time you learned about an organization that calls themselves the Time Variance Authority. It will take at least another twenty minutes to get it all out."

"Twenty minutes?"

"In fifteen, they cannot reset your existence," she said with a smug smirk. "We're adding a bit extra as insurance."

As ominous as this was beginning to sound, Loki needed to only take another glance at the pet resting at his other self's feet to know that it would be worth it.

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An Ending
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