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[rosh-28]

For @searchforanotherway 's challenge ♥️

Pairing:- Dark! Thor x reader(Florist).

Warning:- Noncon, size kink, lactation kink, breeding kink, obsessive behaviour, stalking, smut. Trigger warnings. 18+ only.

Prompts:- “Oh fuck you feel so good. That’s it, keep crying for me pretty.” “I couldn’t stop staring at you. I knew I had to have you.” “You are mine. You don’t get a choice in the matter.”

Note:- Let's hope you guys like it. Feedback appreciated♥️

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Things weren't the same after the blip. World was changed. People who came back, suddenly had lost everything they had, including their own identity. 

That's what happened with Y/n. She owned a little cafe and was a beautiful cook.

She was just prepping for her famous Sheppard's pie asking her friend to pass salt when Y/n diffused into dust. When she came back after 5 years, her cafe was destroyed. Her ownership was long gone. 

In order to keep herself alive in the world of capitalism she had to work under Mr.Pine at his flower shop. 

Even though Y/n wasn't working there willingly, she put all her efforts and passion in her job as a florist and yearned herself a promotion. Now she was second in command. Given Mr.Pine's age, he was never around so shop was always under her supervision. 

Y/n would sing, talk and take care of plants as her own children. Over the time she had grown fond of the shop and her job profile. 

Just as she thought her life was going on right track, lightening struck and things changed forever.

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Thor was so tired. He had lost a lot of people. His parents, brother and two of his best friends. Even captain decided to retire. 

Thor was tired of being a leader and so he gave his title to Valkyrie, joining hands with "The Guardians of the Galaxy" he tried to explore a new dimension. But sadly that life wasn't meant for him. Besides working with Quill was more difficult than he anticipated so Thor walked away.

Deciding to be just a warrior on call, Thor decided to explore life on Midgard. He always thought these mortal men were pety until his eyes found Y/n.

She was a florist, meek and timid he thought. Watering plants and flowers, smiling innocently as she handed away perfectly wrapped flowers or pots, always flashing a smile at everyone who met her. 

At first Thor was just fascinated to see someone smile so innocently given the blip and everything. Slowly it became a habit to see her from afar and eventually an obsession. 

He visited her shop once or twice just to see her flash that beautiful smile. 

She was so tiny as compared to him. So cute. Something that made his cock twitch in his pants. 

The God who had gained a few pounds over the years suddenly decided to work on himself. Thor didn't drink these days, her beautiful smile became his addiction.

Every night after he went home, Thor would jerk off at the thought of having Y/n under him, whimpering and moaning.

He'd imagine her small hands wrapped around his thick member and that pretty mouth bobbing around him.

Thor was getting impatient day by day. His cravings for Y/n increased.

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Soon enough Thor found his chance. 

On a peaceful morning, Y/n was selling flowers as usual. Thor was just lurking around the shop pretending to find flower of the day. 

The customer was a little bit too friendly for Thor's liking.

That was the last straw.

It was his frustration and that had caused thundering and lightening. Rain started pouring like someone had left the tap open in the heaven.

The man who was previously talking to Y/n hurried away as he left his car open. And even Y/n was taken aback due to sudden out pour.

It was her tiny little scared form that turned on Thor. The thundering grew. The loud noise made Y/n flinch in fear and soon she started crying.

Thor rushed to her side and cradled her into his arms. Holding her close somehow calmed him down and the thundering subsided. 

Y/n calmed down a bit. She realised the proximity of her closeness with Thor who was practically s stranger. 

She tried to pull away but Thor's grip was too firm. 

"Let me take care of you little one" Thor said as he realised her struggle.

"No.. what…" Y/n babbled confused.

Before she could react, Thor picked her up and threw her on his shoulders. 

Y/n's yelling and protests were muffled by the thundering.

Thor took her inside where there was a small room where there was a couch so one could relax.

“I couldn’t stop staring at you. I knew I had to have you.” Thor said as he threw Y/n down on the couch.

"Please no…. Have mercy….." Y/n pathetically begged and cried.

"I won't tell anyone. Please".

“You are mine. You don’t get a choice in the matter.” Thor roared.

Tearing her dress off her body, Thor admired her semi naked body. 

The black bralette and panty were suiting her. Her chest was heaving and her breasts were looking very tempting. 

Tearing the bralette off, Thor attacked her chest with kisses and bites as Y/n continued to cry.

His large calloused hands pinched and kneaded her soft flesh. He sucked on them and teased her nipples. 

"After I'm done filling you with my seed, you'll look more beautiful filled with my babies. Round and plump. These beautiful pebbles will be filled with milk, sweeter than any nectar found in any of the realms." Thor moaned as he continued to play with Y/n's breasts.

Y/n cried harder. In a attempt to free herself, she ended up clawing Thor's arms that held her down. 

Unfazed by it, Thor bit Y/n on one of her breasts as the result of anger.

Crying in pain, Y/n gave up fighting. 

Once Thor was satisfied marking Y/n's breasts with bites and hickeys, he kissed her roughly and one of his hands reached near her mound.

A gasp left Y/n's mouth as Thor toyed with her clothed pussy. 

"You're so we my little one. You want this just as much as I do". 

With that Thor took out his rock hard member and rubbed over Y/n's glistening pussy.

Involuntary a moan escaped from Y/n's throat.

Smirking Thor shoved in making Y/n scream in pain. 

Without letting her adjust to his thick girth, Thor began thrusting in and out of her.

Y/n cried harder trying to close her legs but failing over the strength of the God himself.

“Oh fuck you feel so good. That’s it, keep crying for me pretty.”

"I'm gonna fill you up."

"I'm gonna watch your belly and breasts grow." 

"It won't be just our babies you'll be feeding. That milk of yours would feed me as well." 

Kneading her breasts, Thor increased his pace.

Y/n was now whimpering and moaning with pleasure under him. She began shaking as she was close to her orgasm. 

Thor could feel her clenching around him .

"That's it baby. That's it".

"Cum for me".

With a loud moan Y/n violently shaking under him. 

Thor wasn't far behind and he too came with a grunt. 

Y/n was tired and passed out soon. When she woke up, she was in an apartment which she assumed was Thor's.

She was still naked under the sheets. Before she could process anything, tjro entered the room and sat beside her.

With a broken voice Y/n managed to question him,

"Why me?"

Thor calmly replied,

"Flowers need rain to grow."

"You my flower, you need me. We're meant for eachother".

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[rosh-28]

My Aster🌠

(YANDERE THEMES,JEALOUSY,POSSESIVE,DARK THEMES,STOCKHOLM SYNDROME,VIOLENCE MENTIONED)

Chapter 1

"Your highness,king vanaheim has sent his reply regarding arrange marriage between prince thor and the youngest daughter of King vanaheim. May I read it to you, your majesty?" Asgard's royal messenger asked.

"You may proceed." king odin calmingly replied.

"Dear All father,

Thank you for sending a message regarding arrange marriage between prince thor and Princess Astrid but I have to cancel your request as my youngest daughter has a distaste about your son and I share her sentiment too. We have heard alot of rumours about prince thor and his arrogant behaviour he has in court and in the kingdom. If this rumours is true then I'm sorry but I have to decline your request. My daughter will not suffer a selfish, childish and cruel husband for the rest of her life. Again thank you for the offer as it is an honour getting it from you. let us discuss this matter privately in the next meeting."

Yours sincerely ,

King Fredren from vanaheim.

"Pff... honour my ass. Of course getting an offer from me is a huge deal! I'm the king of asgard and the protector of the nine realms!!!" Odin shouted throwing his gurnir down.

"Why can't anybody accept my offer? Thor doesn't even mind arrange marriages as long he has a good wife to satisfy him. I never hear any complaints or disagreements from him and most of all he's too excited to get married and settle down with a family. my son is a god of thunder for norns sake! He has a good reputation with his people. Those rumours are fake about my son. Those ungrateful snob women are no match for my son." Odin ranted angrily.

"You know that's not true husband." Frigga said who was standing next to him.

"What do you mean? Of course he has qualities of a king and I'm sure he will be a good husband and a father too."

"I think you are the only one who's deaf about the rumours in this kingdom. Let's see, our son is ignorant in politics and in education, he uses his fists more than his brain, won't listen to his tutors during lessons but instead flirting with the ladies,goes to tavern to cut classes with his bad Influenced so called warrior friends , embarrases himself during feast in front of the ambassadors and the council,never attends to the council meetings, the problems gets worse every time he goes to the village to solve them and most importantly causing chaos with other realms so it's an excuse to start a war when others are trying to find a way to end it and now the whole nine realm only thinks that thor's a barbarian warrior , not a good king. He has alot to learn from his mistakes my love. Giving thor the throne soon is not a good idea. Plus making him marry someone at this moment only going to make it worse. His wife will suffer the consequences that he's going through." Frigga said finishing her speech.

Odin was quietly thinking about his wife's point which was very true. He made a mistake by spoiling thor rotten and letting him get away with anything when he was supposed to punish him for every mistakes he caused.

"What do you propose I should do Frigga?"

"I know you should step down the throne as your odinsleep might come anytime soon. But giving thor the throne will bring such a disaster and all nine realms in chaos."

"Balder is too soft to be king, bragi will only think about protecting asgard but nothing else, tyr's like thor but worse than I thought."

"Which brings only to one person. Loki." Frigga said.

"And my answer is no!" Odin slammed his hand down.

"He has everything that a king should have. He's the reason why we don't have chaos in the council meetings. His intelligence and good problem solving is what we need to bring across the nine realms and asgard too."

"Loki is good with intelligence but his battle skills are horrible and he uses magic for battle which no other members in court supports to it. Nobody would want a man using women skills on the throne. He's sensitive like balder and a coward too!"

Loki who was hiding behind the pillar started to have tears in his eyes. He quickly ran away quietly sobbing to his hand.

#yandere loki #dark thor #Yandere bragi #captain marvel #Yandere thor x captain marvel #caroldanvers #Warriors three #lady sif #loki #thor #asgard #yandere loki x captain marvel #Yandere thor

[rosh-28]

My Aster🌠

yandere thor x captain marvel

(yandere themes,jealousy,possesive,Stockholm syndrome,obsessive,protective,dark themes)

Prologue:

King odin of asgard decided to search a bride for his crown heir in order for thor to take the throne and rule asgard. Only problem was that women all around the nine realms didn't want to marry him because of thor's darkness and arrogant behaviour he seemed to possess. Prince thor patience was running thin. He desperately was searching the right partner for him. One day after captain marvel had lost in a brutal war she fell down with injuries to asgard from space like a shooting star. Carol danvers shouldn't have fallen out of the sky because thor and his family had seen her and will never let her go again. It's like norns have blessed thor with a queen that was bound to him by his side forever.

Chapter 1 will come tomorrow! :)

#Yandere thor #Possesive thor #Captain marvel #Thor #Dark thor #Yandere thor x carol danvers #Carol danvers #Stockholm syndrome #More yanderes to come #Asgard #Yandere loki #Yandere bragi #yandere baldur

[rosh-28]

𝔒𝔣 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔲𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔉𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔱𝓎

🗡️ 𝒫𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢

🗡️ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: 18+ smut, cussing, explicit violence, betrayal, Odin's shit parenting and reign

🗡️ 𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔱: Life as a mere handmaiden in a war-shattered Vanaheim gets better when you and prince Loki stumble into a hot affair. However, Odin’s fatal betrayal forces you to take things in your own hands and set new priorities…

𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

His huge hands were all over your body, mapping every inch as if he got a glimpse of Valhalla to savor while you screamed his name in the silky pillow. Ragged moans of his name escaped your throat, resounding against the mahogany furniture of the guest room while the bed shrieked underneath forceful snaps of Loki’s hips. 

“Lo- Loki… w-we need to finish. The f-feast is ohh godsss ready in t-ten“ you managed to squeeze out with the poor amount of air the dark prince’s thrusts allowed your spent lungs. But he only chuckled at your efforts, tightening the grip around your ankle to pull your leg up higher. To angle himself even deeper. 

Even further beyond any will to stop fucking you. 

Your presence was required during dinner, your hasty hands expected to serve cold white wine and run after the princesses every wish and note. You needed to ready yourself for the upcoming duty or otherwise the few silver coins payment were shortened.

“Go on, Darling… P-Pretend I care about those mundane pleasures while the mo-most exquisite feast is- nghh Nornss splayed out for me to devour“. 

You would need to peddle some more painted pottery at the local market at the weekend.

“Don’t you d-dare giving me those eyes, darling“ Loki taunted, a pleased smile revealing gritted teeth beaded like the finest Stjorfell’s pearls. He was gorgeous, a godly specimen that was hovering above you like the most enchanting predator to ever exist. 

And you gave him those eyes, widening them like a starved puppy as you knew they would get you anything. Since the day king Odin had first brought along his sons to the annual diplomatic visits Loki and you; princess Vera’s handmaiden were constantly tangled in disheveled sheets.

A dream you never wanted to wake up from although reality was harsh, singing the anti-chorus to your saccharine daydreams about life with him. A mere maid born nothing but a fisherman’s daughter wasn’t the woman supposed to be screaming prince Loki’s name in pure ecstasy. 

Yet, there you lay panting and digging your nails in his back as thrusts became slower. Deeper. “Only if you’re promising me another rendezvous tonight, my lady“ he whispered in your ear, head steady while his salacious lips suckled on the soft spot behind your earlobe. 

“Anything you desire my prince“.

“Good girl“ he rasped, every g accentuated with a precise stroke of his big cock, rearranging your guts in a macabre seeming praise.

But it was real, you felt it as your shaking hand let fingers brush the flexing muscle of the god’s shoulder blade. He shivered beneath your feeble touch, goosebumps spreading across regal, alabaster skin until it melted within his grip around your waist. 

Loki was a possessive lover, not letting you out of his sight, analyzing emeralds always following your humble work of serving the Vanir royal family. 

“So- so tight… holding onto my cock for dear life, aren’t we dove?“ The silver tongue growled, throwing the goosebumps back at you with a low timbre vibrating against the valley of your breasts.

You looked down, vision going blurry as Loki fucked you towards the precise of another feral climax only to see and feel his velvet lips wrapped around your nipple, toying and licking. Raven tendrils veiled his face as you arched into his mouth, unable to yield control over your own body.

It was a feast even more lavish than any royal house ever organized. 

Loki smirked against your breast, teeth carefully rolling your sensitive bud with unforgiving narrow precision. “M-My prince… I’m- I’m ohh fuckk“. But he continued, hips slamming against your legs spread wide for him, now wrapped around his muscular waist as Loki pounded into you, reaching depths distant to any others.

“Do it. Cum around me you ravishing woman“ his baritone voice played right into accord with your sizzling nerves, arms shooting up to cling to his strong torso. “Mi-Milk me godsss- just like that“.

With a loud thud alongside Loki's thundering growls, your father's old book about statecraft and Yggdrasil's history landed on the parquet.

Thor’s jug crashed against the glass surface of king Freyr’s dining table, silver cutlery rattling in metallic sounds. 

An uncomfortable sound full of passive aggression and childish display of poisoned dominance. Scoffing to the wall, you fought the urge to drop the meek, respectful smile.

“I had hoped the ore mines in the north bring a good return, Freyr. I’m more than content to establish additional trade between our realms“ Odin’s old voice echoed across the dining hall.

A shiver was running down your upright spine, the princesses red wine gushing in the decanter in your delicate hand. Naturally, Asgard has come to eviscerate us, you thought in apolitical silence. It was not for you to speak up all the while you were brimming with ideas and suggestions.

It was crushing.

But Loki was there, his presence soothing your nerves that lingered at places far too political and in every case beyond your jurisdiction as a maid. But there was something about the mighty Allfather

…something that slipped bitterly from his tongue and foul in his faux-respect.

Silently approaching Vera your eyes met those impeccable emeralds glistening with drenched desire as he eyed your breasts on display as you leaned forward. But the silent dribbling and gushing from red liquid filling her glass was accompanied by those words you knew would come. 

The king and queen naturally needed to consider the poor situation of the Vanir people. 

“My gratitude lies within your hands, Allfather, but I’m afraid our trade must wait“ king Freyr began to speak, Odin’s expression immediately stiffening in the corner of your vision. “As soon as my realm has healed from war with Svartalfheim, Vanaheim will naturally be accepting your offer“. 

“A cloth, y/n“ the princess’ urgent order, as kind as her tone may have been, tore you out of the unhealthy fixation on your realm’s foreign affairs, forcing you to smile and curtsy matter-of-factly.

“Very well then. I respect your decision“ Odin noted coldly, palms spread in an apologizing manner, feigned innocence dripped from his demeanor like the blood red cherry sauce from the pompous ball of ice cream.

It had already begun to melt, drizzling down in thick rivers tainted red. It reminded you of the river Gúgnar after the dark elves slaughtered the Vanir legions.

Why did you had the terrific feeling that this wasn’t meant to be a one-time phenomenon?

A soft tug on your skirt redirected your skittish attention, pale cheeks turning to meet Loki’s that looked like carved marble. He had that playful innocence that tasted so real and so painfully different to the recklessness of his haughty father. 

If only the people would realize…

“Are you unwell, darling?“ You heard Loki’s low whisper as you passed him in slow motion, savoring every second in his consoling presence. “I- I don’t know, my prince. Something seems quite odd to me, I must admit“. 

An obsidian brow rose, eyes darting at his father as if you haven’t been alone with that storm of doubts tormenting your reality.

However, he snapped back in a mere second, slyly curled lips trying to hold on to that spark between the two of you. “Well, it appears to me that Vera is quite doleful of her lack of a cloth“ his voice snickered, drawing your eyes to an obviously distressed Vera, theatrically covering the corners of her mouth.

“Loki!“ You hissed quickly, seeing him chuckle at your hasty stride towards the grand, glassy wall cabinet to gather the desired piece of fabric. Woe betide the one who disregards her majesties needs, of course.

But there was this way you always felt bubbly and cheerful around the second in line to the notorious golden throne meant to bring peace and protection over whole Yggdrasil. 

As you opened the drawer and rummaged to find Vera’s specially embroidered cloths, Gyda, the young seer; a Vanir yet inexperienced pendant to Heimdall stepped up next to you. “Are you certain your earlier tryst went unbeknownst to Thor?“ She babbled, her boisterous nature surely due to her age. 

Spinning on your heel and biting your lower lip in hope your shoes won’t screech on the marble floor, you faced her with a thousand urgent pleas in your eyes. Before your mouth could form a proper word, Gyda giggled and blushed as she shook her ebony curls. “I have sworn to not tell a soul. You shan't worry“. 

Sighing, your hands wrapped around the white, spotless cloth ready to fulfill your duty so different to Gyda’s more privileged situation. However, she was your closest friend, loyal to the core since you smashed a dark elves head to keep it from killing her during the grand attack. 

Loyalty seemed rare in these scarred times, making it even more tempting to take advantage of the opportunity that was her magic.

“Please listen. If Odin should leave his guest chambers tonight, inform me“ you broke topic with a lack of subtlety shocking to the young, gifted woman. She nodded in confused silence nonetheless.

Confusion wasn’t far from fear so her scared, caramel eyes followed you rushing over to a slightly annoyed princess Vera. She would, out of rightfully gained respect, comply with your respect while Gyda hoped she wouldn’t have to at all.

“My prince!“ 

“Y/n, please not now. It’s after midnight“ Loki murmured, scrunched face hiding in the green, puffy pillow. 

He was right. It was late. But Gyda had been at the guest rooms’s door, whimpering how Odin and Thor were wandering through the hallways yielding swords like butchers.

You have been right all along. The Allfather’s intention have been fouler than the brown apples spread on Vanaheim’s dried out meadows. 

They were nearing the royal west wing, guard after guard dropping on the stone cold floor, gasping for their very last breath. 

With an unintentional roughness, you hooked your fingers underneath the prince’s heavy torso trying hard to flip him over. “Loki, wake up! It’s urgent“ you begged once more, mouth twitching as you saw his forest green eyes flutter open. 

“Are you still not satisfied, darling?“ his raspy, sleepy voice echoed through the chill air of his guest chambers, your pussy throbbing at his decadent words. Oh, you were more than just satisfied tonight however, pleasure was the flowery opposite to what your pounding heart felt; fear and a ghoulish sense of confirmation. 

“On alert! On alert!“ One of the guards suddenly yelled as heavy steps thundered across the nearest hallway.

Panic nestled in your veins.

You shrieked as the duvet rustled, Loki’s big hand on your shoulder soothing you as they showed it was just him. “What is happening, y/n?“ His voice sober, the clear sound resounding against the walls of the room you knew would remain untouched by his mad family. 

You couldn’t quite look him in the eye as you spoke, poisoned awe dripping from your every syllable. “Your… your father and Thor are killing our guards. They’re headed towards the royal chambers“. 

Loki’s eyes widened but narrowed in the blink of an eye, a green ethereal shimmer running across his half naked body and dressing him in the finest Aesir battle suit. Only your tight grip around his wrist as he stood didn’t falter.

It was a vice-like sensation, never truly admitted affection oozing from between your fingers. 

“Loki, please. What will you do?“ You murmured, voice a mere plea to stay while your mind knew it was duty for him to intervene. He was incredibly intelligent, far beyond all those intrigues and mindless slaughter.

Wordlessly, he leaned down to you, soft lips pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead. It was a second to savor, to frame and hang in the biggest of all halls for everyone to see. Nevertheless, it only lasted a moment until the clattering noise of metal spears hitting the ground shook your bones again. 

“Stay here. And when things get out of hand, flee“ he whispered, his broad back now facing you, a golden dagger emerging in his right hand. Your protector, you mused for a second, a dreamy try of your brain to suppress those heavy emotions of war and treason.

“But-“

Raven curls dropped from the lazy bun when Loki shook his head, silencing you with just a gesture as you were used to as a handmaiden. Only with him it never felt insulting or disrespectful. 

It was all a fling, childish perhaps. 

“No but, darling. If I signal you to run and hide in the farthest place from the palace, you will do so. Understood?“.

Screams and Odin’s sultry laughter invaded your silence that felt too painful to relish in anyway. 

“Yes, my prince“. 

And then you were catapulted into a trance of stiffened limbs and attentive ears when Loki stormed outside, his potent yells after his father and brother twisting your stomach. If he didn’t succeed, only the Norns knew what would happen to Vanaheim. How much blood would be shed and how many innocent children would lose their parents. 

Silence. Only distant voices and whimpers audible in the grand palace in which it smelled like lèse majesté and the tragic demise of a reconstruction that had just begun. 

You wanted to vomit, the burden of your confirmed premonitions impossible to bear. 

“Father, I urge you. Asgard doesn’t need you to raid Vanir mines as long as Alfheim delivers the platinum ore“ Loki’s calculated tone met your ears and let your hands clench hard around the mattress. 

A deep growl of the Allfather was what followed.

A metallic thud, sounding like Mjölnir hitting the ground spread goosebumps on your naked arms. Begging that Gyda had reached the royal family before they did, you squeezed your eyes shut, rocking back and forth on the edge of Loki’s bed. 

“Alas, they deliver too slowly for my liking“ Of course they weren’t. “Asgard needs to represent glory and strength so what’s sacrificing a realm that is curling up and whining like a maladroit child?“.

Pressing your palms against your belly you struggled to fight the stinging pain.

This was the final war declaration born from Odin’s hubris and withered humanity. A thing you were painfully familiar with since Malekith and the dark elves had wrecked your home. It felt like a shattered mirror image to now repeating motifs set to plunge Vanaheim into another historical ruin.

Only did Svartalfheim never claim to be allies. 

A swish of cold metal cutting the air howled in the incoming wind, making you wish it was Loki who just cut his father’s throat. Whereas you knew better than that.

If it had been anyone’s throat then Loki’s for disrespecting his almighty father’s plans. 

Counting every jump the scary freeze made down your spine, you gathered your senses, tried hard to tear them away from the thought of Loki punished for being reasonable.

He told you to run if he wouldn’t succeed. And the chances seemed miserable so you weaved through the gap of the balcony door, not even brushing them to avoid any noises.

It was your realm that counted from now on; the people’s safety. Your people’s safety.

“What a shame... She was quite beautiful“ you heard Thor pout playfully as you climbed over the iron balustrade, facing a potential 100 meters downfall if your feet slipped off the balcony. “I would have even married her if Vanaheim wasn’t for the rats to gobble up“. 

So it had been Vera’s throat. 

“Stop this madness!” A familiar voice made you pause. “Have you lost your senses? The High Court will be informed in no time, father“ Loki pushed his boundaries once again, the pressing tone squeezing through the gap of the nearly closed door.

He was right, you murmured to yourself, your thoughts guided to Gyda as your brain circled around the members of the High Court and a hundred made up, violent scenarios. 

Gyda.

She was still out there somewhere.

Your legs wanted to continue climbing, to run and look for her but your heart yearned to hear Odin’s response, a feeble torch of hope still flickering inside you. You stilled for a moment more, white fabric flowing in the wind whose screams nearly died it blood red.

“You pathetic excuse of a son“. Your face scrunched in disgust, knuckles loosing all their color around the balustrade. “But-“. “Nooo! I will have you disciplined as soon as this- this matter is concluded. Now shut your mouth and follow“.

Hot tears shot in your eyes, feeling like boiling water that burned your tender skin as they rolled down your cheeks. Mettlesome just like the resolve that was born in you that exact second. 

King Freyr and queen Gildur were fated to die, to follow their daughter to Valhalla. But you were still breathing and as long as you did this realm should weigh heavy on the scales of justice.

Too scarred was your history to bow your head to violence and destruction another time. 

This realm deserved the glory Yggdrasil had intended for the Vanir and someone was to bring it. Loki had tried, to his credit, but was crushed underneath his father’s dire indifference. Fling or not, deep down you were well aware of your position even though your heart would take a while to heal; alone far and wide. 

Why not try it yourself when you had nothing too lose anyway? 

¹ºº 𝓎𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯

“My queen, the inquiry has been accepted by the High Court of Asgard“.

Growling in his low timbre, Kronur tilted his head as he watched Gyda approach, her flighty, yellow skirt distracting the huge Fenris Wolf. He was carrying a certain nervousness the last days, might’ve sensed your own unease. 

Smiling lightly, you gestured her to sit down, guards adjusting their magician’s seat matter-of-factly. “Thank you, my dear” you spoke, blue gown shimmering in the contrasting orange of a rising sun.

“I wouldn’t have expected otherwise, my queen. The Allfather must assume this was but a foolish swindle since our kingdom has been shielded to Heimdall for the last two centuries” Gyda mused, holding her glass up for one lady in waiting to pour a fine wine. 

You couldn’t help but allow a chuckle to run over your lips, Odin’s words and acts of betrayal in that one night replaying in your darkest memories. The ones that spurred you on and held you in chains at the same time; both a curse and a blessing. 

“Oh, Gyda… The things I would’ve done to see the look on his old, pathetic face when he noticed this, our glory for the first time”.  

Kronur shifted where he lay next to your platinum throne, scratchy hair of his tail sounding like blades against the silver metal. “Shhh” you soothed him, heart beginning to reawaken a thousand more memories as you whispered in his ear “We shall set out for Asgard at noon. Eventually, I will finish what I have started”.

Memories of someone long fallen out of Odin’s favor. Someone astute enough to have peeked behind the mask of a well hidden monster and praised wrecker of the nine realms. 

The only capable prince of Asgard rotting in chains in the dark dungeons. Loki.

“But, with all due respect your grace, don’t you fear that a certain shared history with the prince could endanger our plan? The higher purpose of it all?” the high pitched voice nonchalantly reminded you of the gospel you’ve set for your very own grace and all of Vanaheim.

Gyda was tactful and always spoke with great deliberation however, it sounded harsh to the still gaping wounds of your heart. 

The crown of your head did weigh heavier though. 

“The past does only matter in one certain aspect that is Odin’s and Thor’s unforgivable deeds. I’m immune to the rest, Gyda” you reassured her, an unintentional bitterness weirdly intertwined with your tone. “That is most honorable but Loki has now a rather conflicted history of his own as you know, my queen. What if -“.

Biting your lip at the lupine tension that was brewing within your body and soul, you shot up, the act alone silencing everyone within the throne hall. Metallic thuds against marble floor accompanied Kronur's big claws scratching the white ground when he sat up, enormous in his dark demeanor. 

Expectant eyes were lingering on you and you alone; a sensation you’ve gotten used to as their ash queen.

The thrill of seeing bright hope flickering in their damaged eyes was worth it; every decision and every piece of yourself you had sacrificed along the way. The Vanir were standing with their backs straighter and heads higher than ever. 

Opening your mouth to speak, you felt the soothing breeze of pompous, opening gates inviting flowery winds. It was time nevertheless, you didn’t like promising something to your people a heart could easily jeopardize. 'You would be strong enough', you prayed to the Norns. 

“Don’t fret, any of you. It is with major certainty that I claim to return successful”. 

Thank you for reading and please excuse the grand pause mes amis 🖤

Chapter 1 will be out next weekend…

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Those who like say yes in the comments if u like yandere loki x captain marvel fanfic. It's about loki ties Carol to him by marrying her and keeping her hidden. I love this idea so I decided to write about it.

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Hey guys! Send any yandere loki headcannons or yandere thor headcannons request you like! I'm in love with the asgardian brothers so yeah.

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yandere loki x super hero reader headcannons

• when loki came to earth again after the new York attack he came to cause mischief and chaos because he was bored (by being invisible to heimdhall and odin). he still thought that midgardians were weak and beneath him.

• until he met y/n one day while he was strolling around the city looking for trouble. Y/n were breathtaking to him and powerful,Flying in the sky wearing sexy f/c superhero suit, using your powers ( any types of powers or abilities you have) using them to save lives or destroy bad guys. You were a goddess to him. He believes that you and him were destined to be together.

• every night he would dream of y/n what it would be like to hold and kiss you, touching your soft f/c hair, having you beneath him while having sex, your contagious smile, to talk his interests and secrets to you,your laugh, your intelligence mind, being pregnant with his children, he will have y/n at all cost even if it means to conquer the planets just for you.

• he stalks every time to see what your life was,your likes and dislikes, your hobbies, your secrets, your desires. He makes a mental notes about his beloved y/n.

• if you have parents, let's just say they left without a trace for you to find. If u have friends, they packed theirs bags and went god knows where. If he finds out that someone has a crush on you let's just say they are dead the next day.he keep everyone out of the picture in your life cause for him, only you need him and him only. He will kill all the enemies who wants to kill you. He will protect his queen no matter what.

• he even designed the chamber for you (even though you will have to sleep next to him in his bed), types of dresses you would wear what he liked, everything will be there for you and it has to be perfect for you and in asgard because you are his goddess.

• when you get an alert from shield about loki, you were in a mission to find him not knowing that this was a trap set up by loki.

• the moment you see clone loki standing in front of you, loki will put you in a sleeping spell and a bracelet which will refrain you using powers against and his name on your bracelet to let everyone know that you belong to him. Keep trying to break the bracelet but you won't be able to break or remove it cause only loki knows how to take it off.

• once he kidnapps you and brings you to asgard in his chamber, he will never leave you alone. Scream, hit ,throw insults and attack him all you want but he will never let you go. He will force you to eat the golden apple of idunn so that you will be immortal like him so that you will stay beside him when he becomes a king and you his queen his darling wife. You are trapped with him forever though you don't like him.

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