Disclaimer: I do not own the original canon nor am I making any profit from writing this piece. All works are accredited to their original authors, performers, and producers while this piece is mine. No copyright infringement is intended. I acknowledge that all views and opinions expressed herein are merely my interpretations of the characters and situations found within the original canon and may not reflect the views and opinions of the original author(s), producer(s), and/or other people.
Warnings: This story may contain material that is not suitable for all audiences and may offend some readers. Additionally, this story contains heavy innuendo and blatant discussions of kink & sex. Please exercise understanding of personal sensitivities before and during reading.
Author's Note(s): So show of hands: who watched the fight between Loki & Sylvie and just started drooling from the show of physical prowess from both of them? It's the Winter Soldier knife flip all over again. Le sigh.
Challenge/Competition Block:
Stacked with: MC4A (Su-4)
Individual Challenges: Greatest Gift; Green Ribbon; Two Cakes (Y); Eating Cake (Y); Bucket Listing; Short Jog; Marvelous Cinema; Old Shoes (Y); Wibble Wobble Era; Colors Galore; Go Fluff Yourself; Citrus Sale; Sliding Scale; Gwen's MCU Bribery (Y); Ship Sails; Setting Sail; Lovely Triangle; Extraterrestrial MC; Extraterrestial MC; Shifter MC; Shifter MC; Rian-Russo Inversion; Rowl in Her Grave; Rowl in Her Grave; Neurodivergent; Magical MC; Magical MC; My Favorite Things; La Vie Boheme; Other School MC; Other School MC; Fix-It Felix (Y); Best Stories (Y)
Other MC4A Challenges (Prompt): SpB [3A](Renewal); TrB [4A](Time Stamp); SuB [2E](Berries); AU [1B](Supernatural); Ship (Frost Iron)[SpBig](Ceramic Mug)/[SpBig](Flowers)/[Sp Big](Fruit/Berries); SpBig (Jewelry)/[SuBig](Anklet/Bracelet)/[Bingo](1B - Hand Feeding); Chim [Fish](Jewelry; Kneeling); Hunt Sp WD (Asexual)/ Sp WD (Trans)/Su WD (Atheist); Su WD (Polyam)/ Su WD (MtF Trans)/[Su WD](ADHD)/Sp Con (Herbs/Spices); Sp Con (Medicine); Sp Item (Box)/[Sp Item (Ceramic Mug)/[Sp Item (Flower); Sp Item (Couch); Su Item (Lotion)/ Su Item](Towel); Garden [Chores](Drinking/Eating); Flowers (Royal Purple); Tools](Boots); Tools (Ceramic Mug); Tools (Jewelry)/[Ship Ahoy!](Frost Iron); Herbologist (Mint); Behind Green Eyes (Magic is Used); Personal Favs (Frost Iron); Fire (Time Warp);
Representation: Triple A Tony Stark/Sylvie/Loki; Kink Intimacy; (Autistic; Asexual; ADHD); Trans Sylvie; Genderfluid Loki
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenge(s): For the Vine; Lovely Coconuts; Creature Feature; Second Verse (Ladylike; Not a Lamp; White Dress; Found Family; Nontraditional; Middle Name; Nightingale; Unwanted Advice; Car in a Tutu; Lock & Key; Three's Company); Chorus (Odd Feathers; Pocky Pockets; Wabi Sabi; Bee Haven; Fizzy Lemonade; Machismo; Peddling Pots; Fire Song; Tomorrow's Shade); Demo 1 (Most Human Bean; Grease Monkey; Under the Bridge; Fruit Fly); Demo 2 (Seven Gates; Messing with Morlocks; Jet Fuel)
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: T3 (Terrarium); SN (Rail; Ameliorate); LiCK (Poppy; Tansy); FR (Satisfaction; Evolution); O3 (Oath); CM (Brier; Notch; Navigate); War (Obstruction; Sanctuary; Ennui); TY (n/a)
Word Count: 1287
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Raspberry Respite
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The thing about a pocket dimension was that time had a way of slipping by differently. When Loki was first learning the basics of the magic, his mother had cautioned him to not lose focus while within one lest he leave to find that time had moved much faster outside the pocket than anticipated. So he was aware of the danger of relaxing too much in this comfortable set of rooms to which he had accidentally tessered.
But not even the disturbing discussion that had indeed taken at least twenty minutes could totally counter the atmosphere created by a contented submissive deep in subspace.
After removing his boots and using a conjured wet towel to augment the cleaning charms he had already cast, Loki found himself sinking into the soft cushions of the couch. His bones ached as they continued healing. After what he had endured while the Dark Order had him, he would need time to heal fully. It was a bit of a miracle that he was able to function as well as he could. Well, maybe less a miracle and more a delicate balance between what was necessary to break him so that the Other could gain his insidious foothold and what would have destroyed him completely. Despite that, if he had known that a blow to the head would have freed him fully, Loki would not have surrendered so quickly to the Stark of his world.
Maybe if he had, he wouldn't have ruined his chances of having what this other version of himself—Sylvie, as she chose to call herself—was currently enjoying. Her words had faded as their conversation had reached its natural conclusion. Now she sipped her tea quietly while her other hand continued carding through Anthony's hair. The only noise in the room was the steady crackle of the fireplace and the calm clacking of the beads in Anthony's bracelets as he continued fidgeting with them. Occasionally, there would be soft click of Sylvie putting her teacup down to feed a berry or two to Anthony.
"You cannot stay much longer," Sylvie murmured softly. Her blue eyes were tinged slightly with a trace of the green of their magic. She must be checking the time in the reality he had come from. Anthony continued to suck on her fingers peacefully, despite how any trace of juice must have been long gone. "However, there is time enough for a few indulgences, if you wish to assist me in something."
Loki dragged his gaze away Anthony's gentle suckling. He was thankful for the magic he habitually used to obscure his groin. It was rude enough to be aroused by what was not on offer. To flaunt that when he was fully capable of obscuring it properly was even more so. Sylvie's smug smirk when he met her gaze made him begin to rethink what might actually be on offer.
"What," he started, only to pause in order to swallow. He forced himself to relax into an insolent slouch. "What sort of assistance would you be thinking of?"
"Anthony enjoys certain activities," Sylvie explained. She shifted her legs apart. Then with careful motions that meant her fingers never left Anthony's mouth, she moved the sub into the gap. "I have ways of providing for them, of course."
"Of course," Loki agreed, because he did know several different spells that were distinctive in that they were created for sexual activities. Sylvie smirked knowingly. She no doubt knew the same spells.
"But there are some things that are just best when direct from the source," she continued. A shiver rippled down Anthony's back. Loki watched it with hungry eyes, already wanting to see it again. "I could, of course, provide that as well, but changing back like that is uncomfortable, which distresses Anthony and counters all of the reasons for doing it in the first place."
"Oh," Loki breathed, suddenly understanding another difference between himself and this version of himself. His own gender flowed like the tide, both in strength and what it was. He had used his shapeshifting to match presentation on occasion, but it rarely bothered him enough to matter. Sylvie raised her chin a bit, clearly expecting his lengthening silence to be a judgment rather than an adjustment. He made sure to meet her gaze head-on before he spoke. "Will my presentation not bother you?"
"Your body is not mine," she answered confidently. "We may be the same being, but we are also ourselves. It will not be a problem." She relaxed as she accepted that Loki would not demonstrate the same small-mindedness as common in Asgard. His gaze dropped to her fingers between Anthony's lips. "He's beyond words now, but I can speak for him. Scan him if it will settle your mind."
Loki narrowed his eyes in suspicion but did so. He immediately caught the threads of multiple spells sunk into the man. Most of them were things to protect him from physical or magical harm. There was a tracking spell which had a very impressive range, something which made sense given how they expected at least occasional visitors from other universes. He found what Sylvie must be expecting anchored into the fidget bracelets that Anthony wore on both wrists.
Magically monitored safety.
"Alfheim is truly a very educational place, is it not?" Loki commented, showing that he recognized the spell as well as knew its origins. Alfheim was as renowned for its schools of magic as it was for its plethora of brothels. He wasn't surprised to see that Sylvie had protected Anthony in such a way. Preparation to do the same was how he knew the spell, after all. "I suppose that covers the most obvious issues. Shall we move on to details then?"
"Maybe just a few," Sylvie agreed. She waved her free hand in a small circular motion, summoning a box carved from a royal purple wood from whatever pocket dimension it had been stored. With a flick of her fingers, she sent it floating across the room to Loki.
Braced for anything, he opened the box to find it filled with a familiar lotion with lavender blossoms and crushed mint leaves suspended in it. The lotion soothed irritation and abrasions as well as easing bruises. It was also commonly used as a way to ease sexual activity and enhance enjoyment. He swallowed hard at the implication.
"I figure that you could entertain Anthony for a bit," Sylvie said simply. Her gaze heated just a bit as her smile turned wicked. "Or perhaps we should call it occupying him. He enjoys sucking things, especially when he's down like this. Meanwhile, I will prepare him. Once he's ready, we reward him like the good pet he has been."
Anthony gave a needy whine at the words. Sylvie shifted her gaze to him. As if sensing her focus returning to him, Anthony blinked open his eyes and looked up at her with the pure devotion of a submissive. Loki felt like he was seeing something more intimate than the sex they were planning. Instead of making him uncomfortable, it just made him long to seduce his own pet.
He still wouldn't turn down this brief respite from the loneliness of his previous existence.
"Shall we start then?" Loki asked lightly.
The pair turned their gaze towards him. With deliberate slowness, Sylvie slid her fingers out of Anthony's mouth. Anthony made another needy whine at being denied, even momentarily. She laughed softly before turning him to face Loki fully. She ran her fingers over Anthony's shoulders to idly play with his nipple rings. Anthony moaned as he arched into the touch.
"Yes," Sylvie agreed calmly. "Let's get started."
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Another Ending
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