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[poetryphase]

IT'S TOMORROW BABYYYY 🗣️🗣️🗣️ IM SO WXCITED

Part of the preview of Loki #2: The Liar

#JUMPING AROUND THE ROOM #THE PREVIEW LOOKS SO GOOD IM SO EXCITED #also found out al engle's gonna be writing immortal thor 😋🤞🏽 #I trust that man with my entire being ik that run's gon be fire #loki tag #616 comic tag #i think next issue's the ome w billy and teddy?? #my blorbo #gays ive learned how to queue #loki comics #comic loki #a tad bit of autism's sprinkled into all of my posts abt this dumbass

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Black and Blue - Three

Pairing: Detective Loki x Reader

Summary: She saw the world in black and blue

Requested: Nope

Chapter Warnings: Some swearing I think??, mentions of past abuse

A/N: So here’s the third part of BAB! I really like this one so I hope you guys enjoy it as well! Please remember to let me know what you think - reblog, comment, send asks, I love hearing from all of you :) and remember that tag requests are only accepted through my inbox xx

One // Two // Four // Five

Y/N Y/L/N saw the world as pain and waiting.

Somehow the worst part about it was the waiting.

Because at least when the pain came it was happening. She knew how bad it was. 

Whereas with the waiting, she had to calculate every decision she made carefully. She had to anticipate what it would be like. What he would be like. How much the inevitable pain would be.

For the longest time she had loved the colour blue. Even after he had come along she had loved it.

Loved him.

The blue eyes that would beam at her. Sparkle in joy. 

Blue eyes she could get lost in. That could set her free.

Blue eyes like the sky.

She had come to loathe the colour blue. 

For too long it was the only colour she could see. He wouldn’t let her see any other. 

And even when she was permitted to look at his colours there was no sparkle anymore. No birds flying in his blue sky. 

Now there were clouds in his sky.

///

Y/N was less surprised than she had thought she would be upon seeing Loki entering her newly renovated cafe the next day. 

She allowed herself to scan over his face properly, taking in his features. She had come to the conclusion that he didn’t mind her looking at him. Taking him in. He hadn’t commented on it. On her meeting his eyes.

There were bags under his eyes. His hair was unkept compared to it’s usual gelled-back style. 

“Are you okay?” She asked quietly as he reached the front of the queue.

“Long day,” he muttered, pulling out his wallet. 

Y/N knew all about his long day. It had been on the news that morning when she woke up. Alex Parker had been released from jail.

She considered phoning the Dovers or the Birches to check up on how they were doing but she wasn’t sure if it would be appreciated or not.

“Did you sleep last night?” She blurted out despite herself. It was none of her business really, she knew that. But Loki just looked too exhausted.

“I was following leads,” he told her following a brief hesitation. “Coffee?” He asked finally and Y/N nodded.

“Of course.”

“And... and one of those... one of those brownie things?” He added unsurely. An unwarranted shyness in his voice.

“I’m actually sold out of them - but... would come cookies do?” She questioned, biting her lip in worry as she saw the disappointed look on Loki’s face.

“I - uh - are they good?”

“They’re my sisters favourite?” Y/N offered, lips twitching a little at the edges as she watched Loki not his head.

“I guess I can trust her judgement,” he muttered. He passed her over the exact change and Y/N smiled to herself as she took it, waiting until he was down the other end of the counter to make room for the next person in line until she began to prep his order.

Instead of putting his money into the till, she opened up the box where she would put the baked goods and placed it in there instead, grabbing a napkin and writing: I told you it was free before closing the lid immediately and beginning to make his coffee.

“Hey, Detective?” She asked, placing the lid on the take away cup and handing that with the box of cookies over to him.

“Yeah?” 

“You... you’ll find them, right?” Y/N questioned, biting her lip nervously as she waited for his response.

Silence fell thick between them, broken only by the background chatter of her other customers.

“I’m not giving up on them.” 

That was enough for Y/N.

///

Loki had a usual.

He’s come into her bakery-turned-cafe every day while he was working the Dover/Birch case of the missing girls.

He’d order the same thing every day - coffee, black, no sugar, and then something from the cabinet of baked treats that Y/N picked out for him.

She hated to admit that she had begun to bake things especially for him that she thought he would like. She couldn’t believe he had never had baked goods growing up and so it seemed that she was trying to make up for that single handedly.

Y/N looked forwards to his visits into her shop. She looked forwards to the five minutes of conversation that they would share.

The bags around Loki’s eyes got darker every day and his shoulders sagged a little more, carrying the weight of two worlds on his shoulders.

And yet, despite the huge, crippling weight carried on his back Loki always mustered up a smile for her. A tired, overworked smile but a smile nonetheless.

Occasionally he’d even update her on the case, how it was going and how far along it was.

Mostly, though, they just spoke about mundane things. New chairs Y/N had bought, new mugs that Loki liked or new recipe’s she was trying out. Things which had no real relevance to anything.

But they would always - always - pass the money backwards and forwards between them. It was a game at this stage. To find the most creative way to get the other person to accept and keep the money. But they never kept it. They would always hand it back to the other person the next day with a mischievous smile on their face in the knowledge that they’d be getting it back in only a few hours time.

In those five-minute interactions she felt safer than she did the rest of the day.

So she missed him on the day that he didn’t come in.

But that turned to worry when she heard the news and found out that he was in the hospital with Anna.

Y/N closed up a little early that day, filling a box she had set aside for him with almost everything that she had left - brownies, cookies, salted caramel shortbread, cheesecake, angel cake and a cinnamon bun.

She made two drinks in to go cups - two chai lattes. 

Y/N had coerced Loki into trying one one day that he came in late and she refused to serve him caffeine, insisting he needed sleep and Loki had admitted that he liked them.

Though he wouldn’t be caught dead ordering one for himself.

Y/N was nervous as she walked up to the hospital. Her fingers drummed relentlessly on the box as she balanced the two take-away mugs on top of it.

“Name?” The bored receptionist asked, barely looking up at Y/N.

“Y/N? Y/N Y/L/N,” she breathed.

“Who are you here to see? And what’s your relation?”

“Detective Loki? I’m his... his friend.”

That got the receptionist’s attention and she looked up in shock.

“You’re friends with dark and stormy?” She asked, her nose wrinkling just a tad and Y/N bit her lip to prevent herself from giggling. The woman focused on the box in her hand. “What’s in the box?”

“Just some food,” Y/N said.

“From the bakery in town?” Y/N nodded. “I love that place,” the woman admitted with a grin.

“Thank you,” Y/N bit her lip to stop her smile getting too wide and the woman’s eyes widened a little.

“Oh shit! That’s where I recognise you from! I used to come in every day on my way to work before I moved house! Your bakery is the best thing that’s happened to this town this year,” the woman insisted and Y/N smiled shyly down at her feet.

“Thank you,” she said again, biting her lip.

“Sorry - he’s in room 102,” Y/N nodded her head at the woman and began to walk through the way that she had been shown.

Y/N paused outside of Loki’s door. She shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, debating whether or not she ought to go in.

Would he appreciate her coming to visit him?

She took a deep breath and raised her hand to knock on the door.

There was a subdued ‘come in’ from inside and Y/N pushed the door open.

“Hey,” she said, watching Loki’s head snap up to look at her.

“Y/N?” Y/N walked over to the side of his bed and placed the box and chai lattes down on his bedside table.

“Is it okay I’m here?” She asked and Loki swiftly moved into action, shifting to make room for her on his hospital bed as he nodded.

“Yeah! Yeah, of course!” He patted the sheets next to him with a small, unsure smile.

Y/N sat down at the very edge of the bed.

“I just... wanted to make sure you were okay,” she admitted softly.

“I am,” Loki said immediately, clearly seeing the doubt on her face. He reached out hesitantly and took her hand, giving her time and space to pull away if she wanted to. “I promise.”

Y/N squeezed his hand.

“I brought you a chai latte? And some... things I had left over in the bakery that I thought you’d like?”

“You didn’t have to do that,” Loki told her.

“I know - I wanted to.”

“I’ll pay you back,” he promised and Y/N squeezed his hand again, assuring herself that he really was okay.

She hadn’t realised how worried she had really been until right now.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to?” Loki let out a raspy chuckle.

“Thank you.”

///

“Hey,” Y/N sat down on the seat at the table opposite Loki. He looked up from his paper work confused.

“Oh - hi,” a small smile graced his face, softening his features. “Don’t you have to work?” Y/N grinned, gesturing around them.

“You’re the only customer, Loki,” the detective laughed gently as silence fell between them.

“David.”

“Pardon?”

“My name - it’s David,” he smiled at her, his fingers playing with the handle of his mug. “Can you... could you call me that?”

“If that’s what you want,” Y/N agreed, biting her lip.

“Yeah - I really do.”

Silence fell over them again, comfortable and light as opposed to the heavy, awkward ones that Y/N was used to.

Anna had been found just over a week ago, Loki having been released from the hospital the day after he had been admitted, though he hadn’t been allowed to drive immediately from the amount of painkillers he was on and had rung Y/N to ask if she would pick him up.

Y/N had been happy to agree and help him out, shutting the bakery for half an hour as she drove to the hospital. Though she had been reluctant to drive him anywhere other than his home, especially when he said he wanted to go to Mrs Parker’s home.

But Loki had been insistent and Y/N couldn’t help but give in to his pleas.

Loki found Keller. He was still in the hospital a week later and Loki had visited him, unsure of whether the man would want to see him or not but needing to discus the case and what would follow with him.

Since closing the Dover/Birch case for good, Loki had dove straight into his next one and had been spending even more time at Y/N’s cafe, often coming to sit in there rather than take away, reading over his case notes in the corner booth by the window - which had essentially become reserved for him by now. 

“I was wondering something,” Loki finally spoke again, though his eyes were fixed on his mug of coffee.

“Yeah?”

“Would you... maybe... ever, like... I mean... would you...” Loki bit his lip and shook his head. “Doesn’t matter.”

“David?” Y/N considered taking his hand across the table but wasn’t sure if he would appreciate the contact. 

He never did.

“Would you... maybe... could I take you out for dinner sometime? I mean you said that - that you hadn’t really eaten out since you moved here and... I just...”

Y/N closed her eyes.

Her mind flooded with images. 

Pictures of blue, blue eyes.

Or black spaces.

And red. Red everywhere.

With the screams.

The fear.

The doubt.

The unknowing.

But - but she had taken refuge in the unknowing recently. She liked the unknowing. 

Loki was the definition of unknowing. So maybe...

“Yeah... yeah, I’d like that.”

#Black and Blue series #prisoners #prisoners 2013 #detective loki #detective loki fanfiction #detective loki imagine #detective loki x reader #detective loki x you #detective loki x y/n #detective loki x yn #detective loki mini series #jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal fanfiction #jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal x you #jake gyllenhaal x y/n #jake gyllenhaal x yn

[ofstories-archive]

before i was a liar, i was something else.  cast out.  out of kingdoms.  families.  universes.  again.  and again.  and again.

trigger warnings for death, murder, suicide, abuse, trauma, & cannibalism.

(  nat wolff, diana silvers.  unknown, physically twenty-three.  he/him, they/them, she/her.  )   everything’s fine,  LOKI LAUFEYSON,  you’re in the good place!  do you remember your last days in  MARVEL COMICS? but don’t worry, your  ( stories told around a fire, the green glow of magic, & black nailpolish )  will fit perfectly with the rest of the good place, so long as you commit to the  GOOD KING  despite your tendency to commit to  ( insecurities )  that the architect of the good place said you were. it’ll just be like a fun acting exercise! just play along and everything will continue to be fun.

so.... i’m going to assume we all know who loki is, yeah?  the norse god of mischief, (adoptive) brother of thor, prince of asgard, etc.  that’s all true to this loki, but if you’re only familiar with the mcu, there will be differences as i write a strictly comics/earth-616 based loki !

spoilers for most comics loki’s appeared in since 2010ish, but mostly loki: agent of asgard, thor (2018), war of the realms, and loki (2019).

stats can be found here.

BIO

i’m going try and speed through the first portion of this bio seeing as like.... loki’s technically died multiple times and been reincarnated (....basically), and i write the current, third incarnation of them.  so i’m only going to briefly mention the important stuff from the previous incarnations.  and if any of this is confusing, 1) i’m sorry, and 2) i know.

original loki.

son of laufey, the king of jotunheim.  laufey was (physically) abusive to loki.  loki wound up getting taken / being adopted by odin and freyja.  loki is fully aware of being adopted, and that he’s not an asgardian and is in fact a frost giant.

he, at some point, went back in time and brutally murdered laufey for being abusive (and also messed with things and basically manipulated the events that led to him being adopted).

he did some really messed up stuff, wound up being known as the god of evil rather than the god of mischief.  hated being defined by that, ends up trying to change but kinda sorta died.

kid loki.

loki wound up being reincarnated, as a child.

he’s... the loki that could have and should have been?  he’s.... great.  if loki were a true hero.  he used his tricks for good, tried to help people.

but literally no one trusts him because he’s the reincarnation of, yknow, the god of evil.

he’s being haunted by an echo/ghost of the original loki, a magpie known as ikol.

long story made short, ikol basically manipulates kid loki into dying.

ikol kills kid loki and steals his body.

and here we are, at the third loki - the specific one i write.  they’ve just committed the “crime that will not be forgiven”.  absolutely no one but loki themself knows about this.

they join the young avengers, trying to steal billy kaplan’s powers.  but things don’t go at all as planned, and they leave the team behind after somewhat helping fix the mess they had created.

they wind up working for the allmother (freyja, idunn, and gaea) in an attempt to redeem themself, to make up for everything they’ve done wrong in the past.

it goes... poorly, given that king loki - a loki from the future - shows up and promises the allmother that asgard will be everything they want, all for the low price of loki being the eternal villain.

loki, understandably, is less than pleased about this, and eventually through a whole lotta shit happening, the truth about kid loki comes out.

queue the trauma conga line! 1) thor tries to kill loki, can’t bring himself to do it.  still breaks loki’s arm and knocks out a tooth. 2) the asgardians declare loki to be worth no more than the dirt under their feet. 3) freyja banishes loki and sends them into exile. 4) odin gives them some very dubious life advice, and then sets them on fire.

king loki explains to loki exactly why loki will always be the villain, why they will never be accepted or loved or wanted.

it’s because they’re the god of lies, and no matter how much good they do, how can anyone trust someone with that for a title?

they get sent to “the metaphorical space.  the place we lokis always go for the final act.” and have a lovely conversation with the original loki and kid loki who basically....

og loki tells ikol that they have to accept that all they will ever be is the villain, while kid loki offers ikol the option of dying, of killing themself.  and that’s it.  loki’s lot in life is to either be a villain or to die.

but, because they have an amazing best friend (verity willis) who talks them off either ledge, they choose the third option: a happy ending, redefining who they are because they don’t have to be what anyone else tells them they have to be.

because stories?  stories are lies that people want to hear, lies that people love.  and loki winds up becoming the god of stories, instead of staying the god of lies.

it makes more sense in context.

but it’s not about loki wanting to be accepted by others, not really.  when odin says that loki is finally thor’s equal and that loki’s worthy, loki basically tells him to fuck off.

because see... loki’s arc is about them accepting themself and learning to love themself, and less about them actually being accepted by others.

but because this is loki nothing’s ever good and happy for long.

laufey’s back from the dead, and loki’s tasked with working with him to be a double agent for asgard (even though technically loki’s still in exile ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

shit keeps happening.

more shit happens.

then war of the realms !

during this time..... laufey finds out that loki’s a double agent and.... he eats loki.

yes, you read that and my trigger warning for cannibalism correctly.  i wish i was joking or lying about this, but i’m not.

loki has a sword and cuts their way out of laufey’s stomach, killing laufey in the proccess.  and in doing so becomes the king of jotunheim.

they do not want that throne.  they don’t want any throne, really.  they would gladly abdicate, but thor, who’s the allfather by this point, won’t let them.

none of the frost giants want loki as king, either but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

a bit more shit happens.

they wind up locked in the raft, a maximum security prison built to contain super-powered criminals.  however, loki can still use magic in their cell because they’re apparently not really a villain, and therefore the raft’s rules of neutralizing super villains powers can’t hold any sway over them.

loki winds up breaking out of the cell because they can and that’s what they do.

and here’s where i break from canon and into the rp.

there’s fighting over the throne for jotunheim, and loki eventually wound up getting killed as a result.

the fake life presented to them is something along the lines of if loki hadn’t ever died before and was like kid loki (ie, good but through less than good means) the whole while.

EXTRAS

loki prefers being referred to as laufeyson/laufeysdottir over odinson/odinsdottir but will reply to either.  they ultimately prefer no patronym be used at all, though.

their memories are... jumbled.  they don’t remember everything from past lives, and they have memories of events that have never actually happened.

here in The Good Place™ loki 1000000% feels like they don’t belong.

partially because of how many times they’ve died and come back to life, like.  they reckon they aren’t going to stick around very long.

partially because this seems too much like an alternate reality version of valhalla, and they know that’s not where they’d end up.

and partially because like... they’re a norse god.  this isn’t one of their afterlifes.  this is something else, and loki doesn’t know what to make of it.

they’re a resident of colohuara.

read their wiki pages they’re more cohesive than this is lmao.  og loki + kid loki + ikol

i’m so sorry about how long this got.  if you read through all of it, i love you and owe you my life.

if anyone would like to plot, just throw me a dm !!!

#gplaces.intro #let's gooooooo #also pls do yourself a favor and just. don't read this. #check their wiki pages instead lmao #tw murder #tw suicide #tw abuse #tw cannibalism

[kitkatlived]

Hi Kat! Id love some insight from you and your deck. I used to be very witchy and spiritual, and I loved it! I used to work with Anubis and Loki. Now however I feel like something is holding me back from practicing and I don’t know what. I desperately miss my practice but I feel like I can’t partake, and I was wondering if you could provide insight on what may be holding me back and how I may overcome my challenge. I write with my right hand. Please let me know if you need anything more from me

Hello my darling witch! This is a tender question for me because I too struggled with my craft for a few years and truly missed it. I sincerely hope this reading helps answer some of your questions and helps remove the block holding you back. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ All right lets just jump right in:

The first card I pulled was the knave of cups, this card gives some advice to find your inner child. To delight in the surprises of the unknown queue frozen Think of a child, think of how curious they are how willing they are to learn and accept the unknown. Reacquaint yourself with this side of you, learn from them.

The ace of wands reversed says you may have started losing passion for your craft, you could have lacked energy. Or simply got bored. And I fully admit this is pretty easy to do, it can be tedious to meticulously do something day in day out. It can be taxing, or boring. But easy... ish to fix.

As you may already know, the High Priestess is all about intuition, and she’s here telling you to listen to your inner voice. Trust your instincts, believe in yourself.

And last is the seven of cups, you now have a choice. A choice to either change how you practice, change the way you view your practice or change who you work with. Or a whole lot of other things. But it is absolutely and utterly your choice to decide what to do.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hopefully this gives you an idea on what is possibly holding you back, witchcraft, from what I’ve come to learn in my years of practice is 100% internal. If your just not feeling it your magic and practice will show the same. If you’re hecking excited and pumped it will show in your craft. It’s okay to take breaks from your craft. It’s okay to not be aesthetic like most tumblr blogs, as long as you do what is good and right for you everything should work out well.

I hope everything works out for you my fellow witch! <3

#witchcraft #tarot #tarot spread #tarot card #divination #tarot reading #kitkatlived #kitkat reads #answered #answered asks #queencinna

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Do you have a list of upcoming stuff?

Hannah and I are trying to get through requests, so if you have any questions about them feel free to ask. Aaron on the other hand is just trying to write.

However currently in the queue there is 229 one shots. A list is below the cut:

Bilbo Baggins- Protect

Podrick Payne- Injury

Angel-Angelus

Neville Longbottom- Father

Cordelia Chase- Trapped

Tony Stark- Pregnant

Draco Malfoy- Book

Gary Preston- Movie Marathon

Arya Stark- King’s Landing

Aaron Hotchner- Pregnant

Sansa Stark- Joffrey

Matthew Crawley- Rattle

Samwell Tarly- Home

Alexander Hamilton- Black Eye

Jon Snow- Spar

Clint Barton- Jealous

Piper Wright- Camp

Robb Stark- Pregnant

Spike- Wedding

Reed Richards- Secret

Spike- Blood Van

Scott Lang- Baby

Thomas Jefferson- Coffees (Modern AU)

John Mitchell- Blood Lust

Missandei- Leave

Remus Lupin- Fictional Characters

Amelie LaCroix- Doomfist

Tony Stark- Bubbles

Jesse McCree- New Life (1)

Jake Peralta- Kiss

Preton Garvey- Settlements

Jon Snow- Ghost

Nick Valentine- Restrained

Ron Weasley- Doubt

Nick Valentine- Apprentice

Robb Stark- Labour

Buffy Summers- Care

Samwell Tarly- Gilly

Raymond Holt- Short Notice

Savos Seaworth- Shireen

Draco Malfoy- Crush (2)

Jefferson- Reunited

Ginny Weasley- Library

Robb Stark- Status

Cordelia Chase- Friends

Jake Peralta- Bullet

Tyrion Lannister- Joffrey

Jim Pomatter- Pregnant

Peter Parker- Bathroom

Khal Drogo- Husband

Aela The Huntress- Wolf

Scott Lang- Monday

Sansa Stark- Moon Door

Clint Barton- Ronin

Brienne of Tarth- Opening Up

Loki Laufeyson- Worthy

Brook Soso- Shower

Sirius Black- Bet (1)

Piper Chapman- Alex

Sirius Black- Bet (2)

Cersei Lannister- Joffrey

Tony Stark- Daughter

Arya Stark- Sword

Steve Rogers- Grief

Jon Snow- Fire

Peter Parker- Suit

Oberyn Martell- Revenge

Bucky Barnes- Friends

Buffy Summers- Alley

Bucky Barnes- Set Up

Molly Weasley- Egg

Podrick Payne- Pregnant (1)

Astrid- Recruit

Podrick Payne- Pregnant (2)

Ysolda- House

Podrick Payne- Pregnant (3)

Thor Odinson- Gym

Kate Austen- Exercise

Tyrion Lannister- Wedding

Natasha Romanoff- Old Friends

Molly Weasley- Pie

Peggy Schuyler- Heat

Gamora- Father

Olivia Colomar- Hacker

Okoye- Recruit

Heather McNamara- Loss

Stephen Strange- Five Years

Willow Rosenberg- Anxiety

Tormund Giantsbane- Woman

Rosa Diaz- Tech Monkey

Jesse McCree- New Life (2)

Valkyrie- Nightmare

Han Solo- Job

Ginny Weasley- Secret (2)

Thor Odinson- Let Myself Go

Artesian McCullough- Riot

Lorna Dane- Pregnant

Mimi Marquez- Fidget

Veronica Sawyer- Dead Girl Walking

Kara Danvers- Role Model

Lena Luthor- Kidnapped

Emily Prentiss- Wedding (1)

Alex Danvers- Training (2)

Natasha Romanoff- Leave (1)

Jenny Calendar- Think

Buffy Summers- Cupboard

Lorna Dane- High School

Wanda Maximoff- Mutation

Diana Prince- Beautiful

Willow Rosenberg- Witch

Lena Luthor- Fall

Jemma Simmons- Hospital

Kara Danvers- Distraction

Kara Danvers- Cat Grant

Wanda Maximoff- Love

Wanda Maximoff- Trust

Lena Luthor- Bullet

Daenerys Targaryen- Hope

Hermione Granger- Yule Ball

Rosa Diaz- Jake

Queenie Goldstein- Walk

Veronica Sawyer- One Of The Heathers

Alex Danvers- Anger

Maria Hill- Fury

Diana Prince- Hope

Wanda Maximoff- Birthday

Lena Luthor- Bar

Daenerys Targaryen- Viserys’ Burden

Carol Danvers- Change

Anna Smith- Injury

Cait- Lunch

Juliet Burke- Protect

Kate Austen- Alternate Universes

Edith Crawley- Jobs

Marisol Gonzales- Work

Hana Song- WiFi

Alana Dwight- Snoring

Nymphadora Tonks- Fluffy Socks

Rowena Ravenclaw- Training

Brigitte Lindholm- Worry

Olivia Colomar- Proposal

Brook Soso- Kindness

Stacy Hinojosa- Molly

Thea Queen- Truth Or Dare

Jennifer Jareau- Proposal

Elle Greenaway- Doing Well

Ginny Weasley- Study

Tara Chambler- Shower

Peggy Carter- Assistant

Valkyrie- Defeat

Ana Amari- Fareeha

Faith Lehane- Distraction

Aela The Huntress- Dragon

Eponine Thenardier- Letter

Imra Ardeen- Centuries

Dorcas Meadows- Bullies

Angie Martinelli- Keys

Angelica Schuyler- Forbidden Love

Eliza Schuyler- Love

Peggy Schuyler- Arranged Marriage

Beca Mitchell- Comfort

Paige Dineen- Idiot

Happy Quinn- Fire

Amy Madison- Spell

Angel Dumott Schunard- Visitation

Joanne Jefferson- Cheesy

Narciss Black- Auntie

Bonnie Bennett- Hoodies

Samantha Arias- Date

Ofelia Salazar- Injury

Maggie Sawyer- Morning

Ruby Lucas- Clean Up

Kelly Booth- Dancing

Heather McNamara- Confusion

Megan O’Brien- Walter

Jenny Calendar- Computer

Penelope Garcia- Coming Out

Artesian McCullough- Going Out

Lorna Morello- Glasses

Mimi Marquez- Good And Bad

Poussey Washington- Release Date

Maria Ruiz- Pregnant

Helena Bertinelli- Best Friend

Natasha Romanoff- Leave (2)

Emily Prentiss- Wedding (2)

Kate Beckett- Worry

Hope Van Dyne- Concern

Buffy Summers- Accident

Willow Rosenberg- Optimist

Lorna Dane- The Hellfire Club

Luna Lovegood- Mudblood

Quinn Fabray- Wheelchair

Belle French- Dagger

Medusalith Amaquelin-Boltagon- Strength

Daisy Johnson- Good

Jemma Simmons- Accident

Bellatrix Black- Pregnant

Michell Jones- Pride

Tahani Al-Jamil- Height

Kara Danvers- Coffee

Nia Nal- Cafe (1)

Nia Nal- Cafe (2)

Nell Crain- Phone Call

Sansa Stark- Comfort

Harley Quinn- Arkham Asylum

Mary Crawley- Sybil

Spencer Hastings- Video Games

Cersei Lannister- Pleasure

Shuri- Genius

Stephanie Hapakuka- Riot

Gamora- Decision

Rosa Diaz- Parents

Hermione Granger- Dinner

Daenerys Targaryen- Meereen

Elizabeth Swann- Dress

Queenie Goldstein- Sick

Veronica Sawyer- Mythic Bitch

Maria Reynolds- Affair

Maria Rambeau- Carol

Lena Luthor- Dinner

Carol Danvers- Fiancee

Jenna Hunterson- Sofa

Theo Crain- Hangover

Elena Gilbert- Bite

Alex Danvers- Road Rage

Wanda Maximoff- Tour

Diana Prince- Destiny

Maria Hill- Lesbian

Yara Greyjoy- My Queen

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Anonymous said:

in light of recent Pharma info from the con and F!Cybertron ending up in the original timeline permanently, what do you became of your Pharma/Ratchet from your Functionist oneshots? survived to the present day? killed by the people in power? joined up with Megatron's resistance?

OH MAN. OKAY. Pharma time. First I forgot to answer this, and then I was putting this off while I frantically archived tumblr content, and THEN I was putting off answering this until I published yesterday’s Pharma fic, so this is SUPER LATE, apologies. This is also almost definitely going to detour into main universe Pharma content too, because picking apart the pieces of why things went sour for him was already fascinating even before we got extra information, and the new info that we got really solidifies my characterization choices for me.

(for anyone who missed it, JRO said at tfcon that delphi and tarn definitely changed pharma and played a major role in where he was at mentally/emotionally when ratchet came to see him)

(behind a cut, because I have talked forever, as per usual. part general pharma meta, part noodling about what might happen in my story universe, 3.2k words.)

So, awright. I hadn’t gone into specifics at all, but I definitely split my personal characterization for main universe Pharma and functionist universe Pharma at a point where like... in my head, he’s a doctor, busy and well-respected, at the top of his field, but working/stationed in a central location, and probably working in close proximity with Ratchet. Then they diverge when one Pharma is pulled away to Delphi, and one Pharma is sucked in by government work for the functionist council (that’s not a perfect divide, but I’m leaving out any ways the war would have impacted his well-being)

The way I characterize main universe Pharma, he is CHOCK-FULL of maladaptive coping mechanisms. Some of that is down to his personality, some of it is down to circumstances. Just by the fact that he’s still ALIVE despite having been in close contact with Tarn, he’s learned to adapt in ways to survive the DJD. He’s learned to adapt in ways that let him preserve his whole facility, even if I personally place self-preservation ahead of plain altruism in his priority queue.

And this is really interesting, because the ways he’s adapted to survive the functionist council aren’t all THAT different. Both these survival tactics are about... performance, more than anything. Everything with Tarn falls apart if Pharma stops looking like the perfect autobot medic, and I’m sure that Tarn is ready to take advantage of any sign of weakness or fear on Pharma’s part. He’s walking a very delicate line there. In some ways, he has more breathing room on functionist Cybertron, because he’s a part of a valued profession, near the top of his field. But he’s also having to toe an evolving party line in an environment where lack of conformation risks death, and there are many, many more eyes on him, and since he’s got no choice but to be involved in politics, there are people who would potentially stand to benefit from his fall.

But ahhhh, my favorite part. On Delphi, Pharma... is very alone. He has colleagues, he seems to have gotten on decently with First Aid and Ambulon. Everything that happens as things deteriorate later comes as a surprise to them. His last experience with the person he loved was Ratchet bailing without saying goodbye in a conversation where Pharma was trying to ask him his opinion about taking the Delphi position in the first place. And then he was stuck having to go toe to toe with Tarn and the DJD. In my functionist setting, I still don’t see him as like... a person with that many friends. But he has Ratchet, and he’s had time to get secure with Ratchet.

Okay, my characterization for Pharma shares some things with the way I characterize Prowl and Starscream/Loki. I write him as a person who prioritizes himself above a lot of other things. He works as a doctor, sure, but the way Ratchet transformed to save one person’s life even though it meant the rust plague starting to work on him? That is not a very Pharma move. I don’t write him as a person who puts the well-being of other people ahead of his own well-being. But that’s not an absolute! The characters who are like that, what I find the most, MOST rewarding is finding the ways that they’ll open up those walls and redefine the boundaries of their central world that they will not sacrifice.

So, with Starscream, I write a lot of shippy content. Finding ways for new people to keep trust with him and work their way into his life until he has no choice but to love them. I write Prowl more as someone who has... had those people who are His. And (in his eyes) that trust was betrayed, he’s been hurt by letting them inside, and he still cares a lot, but he wishes he didn’t, and he’s angry at them/himself for the way he cares in the first place.

Now. Pharma.

God, even before we got confirmation about ‘my beloved ratchet’ and tarn helping to break him, this is really nicely in line with how I felt about things. In the main universe, Pharma hasn’t been positively-definitely betrayed by Ratchet. He’s been hurt, he’s definitely hurt by the way Ratchet left so casually when Pharma was trying to lean on him. But that wasn’t a forever injury. It’s something that stings, but something that can be repaired.

The trouble is when he lands on Delphi right as he’s still hurting from that. The danger from Tarn and the DJD, that is significant. Even for mechs in a large group, it’s... hard to even survive the DJD. They absolutely butchered the alternate Lost Light, and that wasn’t a mining/hospital facility. I don’t know if I’m phrasing this right, but it’s an atmosphere where priorities narrow from winning down to surviving, and the question of protecting other people along with yourself is so implausible it’s almost funny. If the DJD moves against them, they’re all going to die. It’s an atmosphere where it’s very plausible that Pharma would not just give Tarn the t-cogs from corpses, but where he could be pressured into killing his patients himself to meet that quota. If some people are surviving, that’s better than none of them surviving.

And then, afterwards? I write a lot of where he goes from there as stemming from anger over the way people seem to ignore the pressures he was operating under that took him to that point. In the main universe, I write him as someone who’s made awful decisions and is aware of that, but is also bitterly furious that nobody is looking beyond those decisions, at everything else. I write him as... not casually seeking out people just to hurt them, but wanting to hurt people back. Going after the sore spots for people who hurt him first, or who failed to recognize that he was hurting at all. At any point after Delphi, I’m pretty much writing him as someone who’s willing to go down in flames as long as he can take other people out with him.

Functionist universe! None of that is a factor. In the functionist universe, at a bare, bare minimum, he has Ratchet. And Ratchet still may not be good at recognizing the softer emotions in other people, but he’s a rock-solid, steady force in Pharma’s life. The functionist council doesn’t want to send either of them anywhere else, they need to stay right here, right at hand for the government to use them. It’s possible that Ratchet would have taken a station away from Pharma, if it was asked of him, but just by virtue of being there and not making a move to leave, Pharma’s definition of my-central-world has had lots and lots of time to centralize as ‘Ratchet and I’ instead of ‘just me’.

And here’s what I find so fascinating about his character in that universe, no matter what angle I take in thinking about him, he will go to all kinds of lengths to preserve that central world. Some of that echoes what I see from him in the main universe, but the main universe, it’s only Pharma, just himself, just self-preservation. Having Ratchet as something he’s completely unwilling to sacrifice shifts his priorities dramatically, and the longer he has to fall in love, him deciding to protect Ratchet’s happiness shifts them a lot more. Ratchet being more about the... ideals of doctor-hood than Pharma is means that Ratchet values things Pharma doesn’t have much patience with/interest in (like the charity clinic), but the fact that Ratchet does value it so much, and the fact that it’s not very in line with functionist philosophy does DELICIOUS things to how Pharma tackles self-preservation under this particular stressful scenario.

This is already crazy long, so I don’t want to ramble too-too bad, but a lot of it comes down to functionist Pharma being much more practiced at putting himself into other people’s shoes. Not just in a practical way, but specifically he’s made a point of tackling it from an empathy perspective. If he wants to keep Ratchet happy, he needs to really, really understand what it is that makes Ratchet happy. Which isn’t that innovative as far as relationships go, but I do tend to characterize him as one of my lower-empathy characters, who’s attracted more on the basis of you-are-like-me than on the basis of, say, how Drift is drawn to Ratchet when they’re very different personalities. So that’s one.

And then the other is that the threat posed by the functionist council is... much more decentralized and loosely defined than the threat from Tarn. With Tarn, Pharma had a laser focus on what he needed to do to stay alive. Give Tarn all the t-cogs he wants. Bam. In the functionist council, he’s needing to make himself valuable and toe the party line and play politics and avoid drawing any powerful player’s displeasure. AND needing to stretch himself even further to cover the ways ratchet doesn’t play the perfect little functionist doctor. AND. Stretching himself far enough to cover the things that make ratchet happy, even though the charity clinic is specifically something that this government is going to be very opposed to.

Functionist Pharma is much, much more flexible than regular universe Pharma. He’s had to be. The game he’s playing is drawn out much longer than the business with Tarn, and the rules are a lot more complicated and mutable, plus this is a Pharma who has something outside himself that he isn’t willing to sacrifice. They’re both forced into high-stress survival games where if they die, it won’t be easy or pretty, and in my mind, those games do the bulk of shaping the people they become.

Main universe Pharma is a lone operator, he wears a mask that hides what’s underneath, his priorities are a mystery because now that he’s free from Delphi and Tarn, what is LEFT for priorities? He leans into the worst people think of him because he’s bitter and angry and his world has already fallen apart, so let’s go ahead and burn everything down. Functionist universe Pharma is a highly-social manipulator, who has to control people to control the playing field. His mask is there so that people can’t see what he’s doing or control him in return, because the majority of what he does is to protect his one glaring weak spot, Ratchet. Everything for him is still about the long game, and making careless moves could destroy everything he cares about.

Which is so many words to take me back around to your original question, oh my gosh XD

What happens to functionist universe ratchet and pharma? It’s a fascinating thing to think about, partly because I’ve tried to come to a decision before and didn’t get anywhere with it!

Okay, now. The most likely way their story goes is that as the planet gets increasingly dysfunctional, Ratchet and Pharma are increasingly at risk. Even if Pharma is trying to be as cooperative as possible, it’s difficult to stay that close to the center of power without being killed for some reason or another. As the functionist council escalates, with things like the implanted eyes or the brain chips, they’re making mass-murdery medical-flavored moves, and it’s increasingly likely that Ratchet will hit a point where they tell him to do something and he says no, which will not go well.

But that’s depressing. I wouldn’t want to write that ending for them unless there was absolutely no other choice.

Joining up with Megatron... that is an interesting one. First of all, I don’t think Pharma will be a fan of the idea, at least not until it looks like Megatron’s eventual takeover of the planet is inevitable. Pharma has done a lot of work to get them into a position even as dubiously secure as where they are now, and he’s not going to be happy at the prospect of abandoning that to join up with a rebel group that the council is determined to destroy. If Ratchet went, Pharma would probably go with him, but Ratchet... he’s more likely to go for it, but it would still take something BIG to push him out of his groove. He was an autobot from the start, with the line of thought of ‘the government is broken, but we should repair it from the inside’. Going to join up with a military force and escalate the conflict and fighting is going to run counter to his ideals. Not to say he wouldn’t do it, but it would be... tough.

I can see a few interesting story ideas in here, though they’d all be pretty hefty things to tackle. One is that the council does make that move where they order Ratchet to do something he’s unwilling to do. That could be the splodey brain chips, could be something else. Pharma begs him to just go along with it, they can’t do any good if they’re dead, but this is clearly not a tenable situation. Something something, Pharma finally agrees to go with Ratchet to find Megatron because it’s the only way he sees forward where he can keep Ratchet alive without also losing him, but it’s a decision he’s very unhappy about.

Potentially going along with that one, it would be AMAZING to see a setting where as things escalated, Pharma and Ratchet both disarmed the chips in each other’s heads, which is a very dangerous move if anyone checks up on those, but given the ways the council has been behaving, it feels... even more dangerous to leave them intact. Things get set in motion when the council does try to execute one or both of them, and they have no choice but to run.

(maybe they’re ordered to convert rung/rung’s body into a crystal-making factory or something? developing chips to let them remotely control any given mech? it’s gotta be something suitably horrifying that pharma can justify in the name of survival, but ratchet can’t)

Oooooh, on the note of them running. MEGATRON’S INTEREST IN MEDICINE. Okay, yeah, no matter what else happens, that universe has gotta have them meeting Megatron. I.... hmmm. Ratchet was one of Megatron’s favorite mechs on the LL back before things got crazy. I don’t usually go for jealousy fics, but I could really go for Pharma being jealous over how much he’s sacrificed to keep Ratchet safe, but now Ratchet is letting Megatron monopolize all his free time. Being able to justify legit heartache for a character as cold as Pharma is a WONDERFULLY fun time XD Megatron teaching himself medicine is awesome and I love it, but Megatron searching for memories of his old friends on this different world is also gr8.

Also I would really, really like Pharma loathing Terminus on first sight because they are very similar in a lot of ways and it makes him uncomfortable :3c

Oh my god, and if Megatron shares the truth about knowing Ratchet before, it’s a PERFECT setup for a parallel to him telling rewind that him and chromedome are inseparable. It would be hard to justify lying that they were that intimate, but a gentler lie, maybe. Something something same side in the war, respected colleagues, affection. Something about them not being together but still valuing each other highly that’s bittersweet to hear, not as painful as the truth about what Pharma went through and did, and how badly that poisoned everything. I could see Pharma recognizing that Megatron is holding something back, and being unwilling to push harder because he’s afraid of what he’ll learn.

Hm. A fic like that... Bringing Pharma and Ratchet back into the main universe. That probably wouldn’t be workable. Just because of all the baggage, plus other Ratchet in his relationship with Drift. It would take a whole nother novel just to sort that mess out.

But I could see them staying behind in some capacity. The way the LL2 got back to the main universe... I know there’s no indication that it was anything outside the ship/planet that opened a portal for everything, but it would be plausible if there was. And if I was being super duper self-indulgent, I would totally want to pull functionist universe Killmaster into this hypothetical scenario. Now, Cybertron comes through the portal. But Cybertron was a planet in contact with the rest of the universe, even if the functionist council gradually choked that off. Citizens exist who are spaceworthy themselves, never mind that plain nonsentient ships are a thing. In the main series, we get the return of scattered Cybertronians from all corners of the galaxy after the war ends.

This sounds cheesy writing it out like this, but I’d totally be down for a fic where someone has to stay behind, and Ratchet volunteers and Pharma stays with him. If the council’s gone, well-- The planet might be gone too, but still, there’s potential to rebuild again, and now they have the ability to at least try (adsfdsa wow this really would need an extra novel of material, but bringing in functionist universe unicron at that point and building a NEW cybertron, i kind of really really really want to see that happen)

So. That’s not at all plotted out coherently, I’m not sure if it’s what I would ultimately settle on, but there are bits and pieces of that which I like a lot! It would be easiest by far for them to die along the way, just given the setting, but I really like characters managing to survive. And the differences between this Pharma and the main universe Pharma mean that he has the skills to make that survival at least possible.

And now I have talked for ten million years, so I’ll leave it there :PPP I just have so many feelings about this disaster robot and the ways external factors broke him down and the bad decisions he made to make it all worse, and the way he just commits to a complete nosedive because he can’t see any way to pull up, and I love him as he is, but am also obsessed with imagining the circumstances under which he could have been better

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Forbidden Love (oneshot)

Title: Forbidden Love (oneshot) Paring: Bucky x Asgardian Reader Request: (hi there! i wanted to send a request so the reader is Loki and Thor's sister and they are (especially Loki) protective over her so they are living with the team in Tower reader is in love with Bucky and Bucky feels the same they are secretly kind of together. One day Thor learns about it and gets angry but reader talks him not to tell Loki because he will be so angry and decides to tell him herself and in the end they accept it and everything goes well even if Loki is not compeletly sure about it. I'm sorry if its too complicated or terrible but i just love your writing much 💙) Requested by: @buckylaufeysonx Word count: 4008 warnings: none A/N : So this is my first request I have ever done! I hope its ok! Please let me know if you like it! Sorry its long! I went a little overboard with this one! Thank you @buckylaufeysonx for the request!

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The kitchen was your favorite place to be in the mornings. The warm sun shined though the windows and on your face as you sat at the table with a warm drink in your hand and a book in the other. The heat was engulfing your core and everything was so peaceful. You loved moments like these, it would remind you of your home. On Asgard you would sit on the balcony that led off your room and sit there for hours reading a book in the sun. Now that Asgard is gone, and your home destroyed, this is the closest thing you had. You were the youngest of Odin’s children, your two other brothers being Loki and Thor. You looked a lot like your mother, your hair was copper and always drawn up in curls. When you lost your parents your brothers became very protective of you, especially Loki. The two of you were very close to your mother and you reminded him so much of her that even though she was gone he felt like she lived though you. Sometimes his overprotectiveness would become a little overbearing at times, but you knew he had good intentions, he just couldn't lose you too. When Asgard fell you were took refuge on Earth where you were reunited with your brothers. Thor requested that you stay with the team at the tower since you had no where else to go. You have been living there for about a year now. You weren't much of a fighter, you were good at it but conquering lands and going on quests never interested you like it did Thor. You would rather stay home and lay around the house reading and learning. Adjusting to the human world was difficult at first, the culture shock was the worst part for you. You lived in the tower with most of the team, they were all nice to you and made sure you were comfortable. But you constantly felt alone, your brothers were there with you to keep you company but you often found yourself feeling lonely. You never really went on missions or assignments with the team, you would always stay back at base. When you did accompany them your brothers would never let you out of their sight or they would make you stay on the quinjet and wait for them to come back. You turned the page in your book and lifted up your hand and your mug gently dropped into your palm. Hearing footsteps walking down the hall your eyes stay glued to your book as you hear them enter. “Morning Dollface” You smiled and looked up to see Bucky leaning in the doorframe, arms crossed smiling at you. “Morning Sarge” you grinned. He walked over to you and pulled out a chair that was next to yours. “Whatcha reading?” he inquired. You closed the book and showed the cover to him. “I am reading the book you bought for me. I am almost done with it.” “The one I bought you a couple days ago?” “Yup” “Wow. You got though that fast.” “Well its a good read! I like it a lot and I couldn't put it down.” “I am glad you like it, its one of my favorites.” Bucky was always so kind to you. The first day you met him was the day you moved into the tower. You got lost on one of the floors trying to find your room when Bucky found you while he was walking back from the gym. He helped you find you way and the two of you instantly became friends. From then on the two of you were inseparable. You loved learning about him, he loved to tell you about his times growing up and the things he did back in the forties. He would talk and talk and you would listen to every word he said. In return you would tell him about Asgard, the magical realm that was once your home. You would show him some magic tricks and he would be absolutely amazed of what you could do. You don't know when in happened but some time along the way you fell for him. There was no one quite like Bucky Barnes and you had never met a man like him. He treated you differently and he loved you and acted like you were the most precious thing in the whole world. You smile at him and he looks at your empty mug in your hands. “Need a refill?” he asks pointing to your hand. “If you don't mind” You open your palm and the cup floated out of your hands and into his. He raised and eyebrow you and you just playfully shrugged it off. Walking to the kitchen he grabbed the coffee pot and poured the hot liquid into your cup and walked back in. “Here you are” he says handing it back to you. “Thank you kindly” you sip your drink. “So, I had a thought today.” “And what was your thought?” “I was thinking that you and I should go somewhere for dinner tonight? How does that sound?” he asks as his cheeks begin to turn and bright pink. You looked into his steel eyes and pretended to think for a moment. “I think, that is a wonderful thought. I would love to go to dinner with you.” you finally responded. “Great. I will swing over here and pick you up at seven?” “Sounds good!” you replied. He was about to open his mouth to speak again when you put your finger to your lips silencing him. “My brothers are here” you whispered. You both turned your heads to the door and in walked Thor and Loki. They were laughing at something stupid no doubt. “Y/N! You will never believe…..” Thor began but stopped when he saw Bucky standing next to you. “What are you doing in here?” Loki said sternly. You looked at your brothers and then back up at Bucky. Not waiting another fight to break out again you quickly intervened. “I will see you around Buck” you casually said giving Bucky a queue to leave. “Right” he breathed out and walked out of the room avoiding your brothers as he left. Thor and Loki stared him down until they could no longer hear his heavy footsteps. You just rolled your eyes and sighed. To say your brothers didn't like Bucky was an understatement. They really didn't like him and they didn't want you around him. Your brothers have always been protective of you since birth, you were the youngest and both of them have lost everything and you are all they had left. They didn't like him, they didn't trust him and sure as hell didn't want you around him. Although Bucky was Steve’s friend when they learned what Bucky used to be, and who he used to work for they made sure you kept away from him. You always had to make sure when you interacted with Bucky neither Thor or Loki were present. You didn't want another incident to occur like what happened last month. The boys had already made it very clear that you were not to be near Bucky or interact with him. One day you and Barnes were in the living room sitting on the couch laughing about a commercial you just saw on the television. Thor and Loki found you two and became livid when they realized that the two of you were alone in the same room. A fight ensued and you tried to stop it but there was no chance you could take on your brothers. Barnes didn't put up a fight for your sake, and you watched as he got the shit beaten out of him by two gods. Needless to say that Bucky couldn't move very well the next couple of days and you quickly learned your lesson. Loki looked at you and his glare of death quickly changed in a cheeky smiles as he walked over to you placing his hand on your head. “So how did my darling princess sleep last night, hm?” he inquired bending down kissing the top of your head. “Can you not be so hard on him?” you carefully asked setting your book down on the table. “The solider needs to know his place. You know how I feel about him being around you” “Loki, you promised me you would cause any more problems” “Problems? I am not causing any problems. I am simply looking out for my little sister. Isn't that right Thor?” You look behind Loki at your brother standing over a counter in the kitchen half expecting Thor to say something snappy but instead he just picks up a fruit from on the counter and began chomping away. Loki just looked at you and hummed while you rolled your eyes at him.

*** That night was perfect Bucky took you to a lovely little family owned restaurant that wasn't far from the tower. The two of you walked there holding hands for the first time. After dinner you took a stroll in the park and sat on a park bench and watched as the sun set behind the buildings. Walking back he held you near him with one arm around you holding you close to his body. It was the perfect night. The two of you crept back into the tower avoiding the normal hang out spots where your brothers would usually dwell. He escorted you back to your room and when you reached your door the two of you stopped and faced each other. “Thank you for taking me out tonight, I had a great time Buck. We should go out more often” you looked up at him. He looked down in embarrassment and took your hands with his. His metal hand felt cool to the touch and contrasted nicely with his flesh one. “Y/N” he shyly said. “Hm?” you looked into his eyes and they suddenly met yours. He looked you over and didn't say another word, instead he just leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. He pulled back for a second and you felt his body heat on your flesh. You gently grabbed his face with your hands and returned the kiss this time lingering a bit longer. When you finally pulled away from his your lips felt hot and you felt all the blood running to your cheeks. He let go of you and you leaned your back against the door. “See ya later Barnes” you bit your lip as he stepped back his hand still in yours. “Yea, see you later” he winked at you. He took a couple steps back and your hand fell from your grasp and you watched as he walked down the hallway. You stood there for a moment and rubbed your finger over your lips still able to feel his scruff on your skin. “So the Asgardian princess has fallen in love with the Winter Solider, is that it?” you hear a booming voice behind you. You gasp and whip around to see Thor standing at the end of the hallway staring at you. “Thor” you shiver as he walks up to you. “How long has this been going on for?” he sternly asks. “Thor…please” “How long?” his voice becomes deeper. “A while.” you whisper and look down at your feet. You grab the fabric of your dress and begin to fiddle with it. Thor growls and begins to walk down the hall. “No, Thor!” you run after him. “Where are you going?” you hesitantly ask. “I am going to go find Loki.” “No! Please Thor don't tell him! He will kill him! Pease Thor don't tell him! I will tell him myself, just please don’t do this!” You step in front of him making him stop in his tracks. “Please.” you voice cracks. “Not yet” He is silent for a second. You could tell he was thinking it over in his head. “Fine” he says sternly. “But you are going to tell him the first chance you get” his voice goes a bit softer but you could tell he was still upset. He doesn’t say another word to you and just walks away.

***

“So what are we dealing with here?” Tony asks Steve as you peer around the conference room. The Avengers had called an emergency meeting in the middle of the night and you were called in to join. “About forty five minutes ago a small village right outside of Moscow was attacked. We don't know who they are but from what we have heard they are heavily armed.” Steve began. “They wiped out a small town leaving no survivors” “Hydra?” Bucky carefully spoke up from across the room. “We aren’t sure. But we need to act fast or a lot more of innocent people are going to get killed. We are leaving shortly, everyone suit up.” You peer over at Bucky and he looks at you for a split second and then quickly exists the room. Steve walks over to you while you stand next to your brothers. “Y/N, I want you to come on this mission with us. I think it will be a good experience for you knowing whats its like out there in the field.” “No.” Thor harshly said. “She isn't coming with us.” “Thor…” You turned to face your older brother. “…I will stay close I promise. Just let me help on this one alright?” you pleaded. “Y/N, if we let you go you have to do everything we say is that clear?” Loki speaks up. “Yes, I understand” you nodded “Alright, meet you guys down at the flight deck in a few minutes.” Steve informs all of you as he walks away.

***

The ride in the quinjet was the most awkward one you have ever sat in. This was the first mission you went on since your brothers got in a fight with Bucky. You were nestled in between your brothers as the team discussed the mission details around you. Bucky sat on the opposite side of the jet occasionally stealing a glance up at you which he was met with two gods staring him down. When the jet landed Steve gave the orders and the team sprang into action. You watched as Bucky looked back at you before leaving and you gave him a nod before he disappeared into the forest. Your brothers began to walk down the platform of the quinjet and you began to follow when Loki abruptly turned around putting his hand up stopping you in your tracks. “You are staying here.” he says pointing to the ground. “What?” you said in disbelief. “But Steve said…” “I know what Captain Freedom said, but you are staying here and thats final.” You look over to Thor but he just hums out in agreement. “Stay here until we get back. We shouldn’t be too long” Thor says gripping his hammer tightly. You sigh and watch your brothers leave. Alone again. Hours passed and the only think you could hear where the sounds of echoing gun shots in the distance. You sat there on a bench in the cabin of the ship listening to the mumbles of the Avengers over the com system. Bucky never talked unless he absolutely had to, but when you hear his voice your ears always perked up. Laying on the bench you played with your hair looping your fingers though one of your curls when you suddenly heard some twigs snapping outside the ship. You slowly sat up and looked down the open hatch of the jet. Waiting for a moment you listened for the sound again when this time you heard a loaded snapping sound and some footsteps following it. You picked up the communication device on your belt and held it up. “Hey guys, are any of you back at the quinjet yet?” you asked. “No. Negative Y/N. We are all about a mile away from your position.” Steve answers first. “Y/N, is something wrong?” you hear Bucky’s voice come though. “Something no right. I’m not alone. There is someone here” you take a few steps back. The air suddenly begins to feel cold and you feel goosebumps up your arms. You begin to hear a wave of different voices coming though, your brothers tell you to stay put and wait for them. Loki voice sounds nervous and out of breath. You just look out into the darkness and place your hand on your sword. “I’m on my way Y/N just hang tight alright?” you hear Bucky say. Before you can respond something leaps out of the dark and tackles you to the ground. You scream and the com falls out of your hand and is crushed when a boot breaks it. You try to get up but a hand grabs you from behind and throws you to the side. You roll down the platform and land on the cold dirt of forest. Jumping up you look around and see that you are surrounded by men in masks, all in tactical gear, aiming their guns at you. You reached down at your belt and pulled out your small sword and sprung at them. You moved with grace as you cut all of them down one by one. Although they out numbered you, they were no match for an Asgardian like yourself. You were trained by your brothers growing up. They trained you in the combat of war and you could definitely hold your own when a challenge arose. Moving from one assailant to another your speed and agility was unmatched and before long they all lay on the first floor grunting in pain. You never liked to kill anyone, only if it were absolutely necessary you would just make sure that they hurt really bad after you were done with them. Walking over the bodied of the men you pointed your sword at the last one standing there with his rifle pointed at you. You clicked your tongue and straightened you posture and held up your blood covered sword. “Kneel and I will show you mercy” You spoke firmly to him. But before you would get any more words in you were suddenly blasted back by a sudden force and slammed into a tree. Laying on the floor the man walked up to you and lifted you up by the hair, looking up at him you smirked and you disappeared in his fingers. He turned around and you walked out from behind a tree unscathed. “You fell for a mere illusion my friend, you didn't think I saw your friend with that blaster sitting behind the tree?” you laughed tossing the body to the side. You smiled quickly faded when you began to hear him laugh under his mask. It wasn't an ordinary laugh, it was wet and frightening sending fear into you. You stomach suddenly turned and you looked around to see bodies of the men begin to light up a beep. Bombs. The beeping began to get faster and louder and the mans laughing became deeper. Hearing your name being called you spun your head around to see Bucky running toward you. He grabbed you and jumped and you both landed on the ground in a heap while bombs exploded behind you. You rolled on the ground, Bucky’s legs entangled with yours. “Are you alright?” You hear him yell as you slowly sit up. “I’m alright” you wince feeling a cut on your cheek. He begins to help you up when suddenly he screams out in pain and bullets begin to fly at the two of you. He pulls to close to him and shields you from them and you squeeze your eyes shut. All of the sudden the world seems to stand still. When you open your eyes you are on the ground and Loki is holding you in his arms. Incoherent voices ring through your ears and you see Bucky laying motionless on the ground in front of you. Thor is kneeling over him checking with Steve at his side. Loki turns your face to him and your eyes burn from the flames. “Help him!” you hear yourself scream. “Please!” You grab your brother by the collar and hold on for dear life. Loki looks at you, fear written all over his face. “You need to help him!” You try to squirm out of his grasp but your whole body aches and you whimper in pain. Loki hooks his arms around you and hot tears run down your face as you see the rest of the team through your blurry eyes.

***

“Can I see him now?” “Yes, he should be conscious” Dr. Cho smiles. Pushing open the door of the hospital room you walk in and see Bucky laying in a bed. He has his chest wrapped up and some IVs in his arms. His skin looks a bit off colored and he has a lovely brown bruise on the side of his forehead. You trot over to the side of the bed and pull up the stool and sit yourself down. Reaching over to his hand you take hold of it and loop your fingers though his. “Hn, I was wondering when you would show up.” Bucky purred. “Sorry I kept you waiting.” you replied squeezing his hand a bit tighter. He opened his eyes and looked at you, tracing every inch of your face. “How are you feeling?” you asked the obvious. “Well, not as bad as you think. I was wearing a vest but a couple still managed to nick me… How are you?” he asked quickly referring back to you. He was more concerned about your heath than his own. “I’m alright. I was just worried sick about you.” You smiled hiding the fact that just a few hours earlier you were crying in your room while Bucky was in surgery. “You don't have to worry anymore. I’m alright.” Bucky’s eyes darted from yours and he looked away from you and his eyes widen and you heard his breath hitch. You turn and look at the door to see Loki standing there with his arms crossed watching the two of you. A awkward since fell over the room and Bucky propped himself up in the bed. “Hey…Listen…” Bucky began hesitantly. “I just want to thank you for saving my sisters life.” Loki interrupted him. Your eyebrows shot up and you were taken by surprise by your brothers sudden tone. “I am going to be frank with you Barnes, I do not particularly like you, nor have I ever liked you” “Loki” You scolded. He just held his hand up, silencing you. “Be that as it may, I do feel as though we got off on the wrong foot. Since you saved Y/N, I am willing to try and start over with you, and possibly become friends.” Bucky nodded his head at him in agreement and gave him a genuine smile. “But if you ever hurt her or break her heart, just know that I won’t be far away and I will rip your heart out of your chest with my bare hands.” Loki smugly added. Bucky’s smiles faded and he gulped and you just bursted out laughing. “Y/N, I will see you later. Good day Mr. Barnes” You looked at your brother and smiled at him and he shot you a wink. He then put his hands behind his back and slowly walked out of the room leaving the two of you alone. “Wow, no pressure there, hu?” Bucky laughed. “Of course not!” you giggled. You just moved in closer to him and wrapped you arms around his neck. He leaned in and pressed his forehead to your and closed his eyes. “I love you princess” he whispered to you. “I love you too, solider"

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Blade Runners vs. Meta Fiction

I stopped watching Supernatural. For a good while this time. The episode that did me in was "Blade Runners". Remember, the one that started with Snooki? I can get past them using a forced pop-culture cameo, especially when seeing it with a 5 year break from the flash-in-the-pan, but man was her acting terrible. Still, that’s just a meh scene that the boys made decent. The episode continues with Crowley and his whole mess of a scenario. I actually just walked in on my girlfriend catching up to me with this episode, right at the scene in which Crowley gets back to his old self again and puts the fear in Lola, who changes her entire perspective toward him on a dime, and then he resumes being incomplete Crowley. And so we’re clear, my problem isn’t a flawed Crowley, having a need and thus the potential for a reel story arc. My problem is with spotty writing. For example:

Sam and Dead come to Crowley’s aid and chastise him for not having his crap together on account of being an addict, which is entirely their fault! They attempted to cure him of demonhood and backed out at the last minute, leaving him incomplete, and putting themselves in this mess they keep complaining about. It still bothers me they aren’t finishing the process to rid the world of all demons forever, because it includes the two they are desperate to be rid of. Every time they gripe about Abadon or Crowley, I just wanna shout at them over it. So thank goodness Crowley kinda does that for me and chews them out for their part in all of this. At least somebody remembers.

I also can’t tell what this episode is trying to be at times. The scene where Crowley’s emotional damn bursts and he steps up to their berating of him. Is it supposed to be funny? Why? Crowley is a junky who is finally owning up to his problem and baring his soul. And the scene of Dean interrogating the antiquities representative, why did it suddenly go the ‘sexy’ route? Or was that supposed to be funny too?  I sincerely do not know.

Anyway... they’re in Magnus’ collection/zoo/fortress/lair/house, which no one can ever visit (some zoo, amirite?), and he has these disenfranchised monsters in his collection which are willing to die for him. I assume the obedience is from spellwork, but I’ve seen this episode three times now, and it still seems odd. Nevertheless, I think Magnus is a wonderfully charming antagonist. I appreciate the variety of his spells, mixed with good ol’ fashioned human ingenuity. So I enjoyed these scenes even if I think a Winchester being pseudo-possessed by a mystical force is hackneyed at this point. But it ends, Magnus ends, and the episode is about to end. Sam blurts out a thought that could have waited until Crowley wasn’t in earshot and all their hard work is undone. Conflict, conflict, credits.

So, I had a hard time continuing. Luckily my Netflix queue ran out and I just finished Defenders, so my bar wasn’t very high anymore, and I resumed. “Mother’s Little Helper”, that was an episode that happened.

And then “Meta Fiction”. Now this is an episode. It's fitting this would be the best written episode of the season, considering the superb opening monologue it gave itself regarding good writing. The monologue immediately engaged me, and the title card clued me in that this would be something special. I definitely wasn’t expecting that opening monologue to tie back in, let alone so creatively and with an entirely different tone! That was cool. And I definitely didn’t Gabriel to be back!! That was awesome! I don’t even care that it doesn’t make sense, he's great! Also, real quick, I would love to see the buddy road-trip adventures of these two. So yeah, Gabriel is witty and fun, and Castiel is clever and grounded, together they are a great pair who lead us to the confrontation with Metatron. He, himself, has stepped up as a full-fledged villain. With a theme. I mean, he's definitely driving the writer angle as hard as he can, but it gives him a memorable quality and, in some weird way, an interesting motive. It justifies drama for drama's sake, yet he has a specific goal of becoming the hero through an epic war saga. It's a great take on the wanna-take-over-the-world trope. And even better, he's brought in Castiel, by his own will or not, into his plan while also opposing him at the same time. This all is super compelling and interesting stuff and I just want the show to stick with this story line for the last half of this season.

Oh no... is my favorite character Metatron? No, that can't be. I'm just really into the long-awaited progression of this story. They've had it on the back burner since the angels fell. I trust the boys will slay another big bad when the time comes, so let's move over and see what Cass is workin' on for a while. Or at the least, bring him into the fold.

Anyway, as per the rules I have to share my new favorite character. And the Trickster/Loki/Gabriel was in this episode so it counts.

#Supernatural #Blade Runners #Meta Fiction #SPN #review #Crowley #Castiel #Metatron #bad tv #good tv #good writing

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The Locket: Loki x reader

So a while ago I said I’d write this and here it is. I have a migraine right now and I feel kinda crummy so Loki is a bit out of character I think and it’s just kinda a silly drabble (but really long) and I figured I’d make it into 2 parts but felt like sharing so hopefully it’s not as eh as I feel like it might be. Just somethin’ somethin’.

"So the mission at hand." Steve interrupted the quiet chattering of the group. He stood up, walking to the large projection screen at the opposite end of the room. "I was instructed to remind everyone that Loki has agreed, as per his punishment, to assist the team. This particular mission was brought to our attention thanks to our two Asgardians, so Thor, Loki, I'll let you take it from here."

"Thank you, captain." Thor boomed, clapping his hand on Steve's shoulder as he stepped in front of the projector. Loki nodded at Steve, previous missions ensuring a margin of trust that he would do his job.

Thor looked at the projector until it slowly flashed, revealing a beautiful glimmering necklace. A large gem sat cased in entwined silver and gold and any number of other precious metals.

"A necklace?" Clint asked incredulously.

"Not just any necklace." Loki interrupted, "this gem was a gift to a mortal family line, passed down countless generations from a royal and powerful magical family on Alfheim."

"Think the tesseract, its power rivals a lesser infinity stone." Thor interjected, "it attracts wealth and influence when activated at its ceremony. The family in possession no longer remembers its origin, nor the reason for the ceremony, but the pact is still alive and well as they continue to follow through on the original promise."

"What now?" Tony interrupted, squinting at the necklace, "I Think I spaced out."

"It's a miniature infinity stone." Steve muttered, "great, at least it won't draw as much attention as the tesseract." His eyes flickered to Loki.

Loki chuckled, "intergalactic attack isn't our concern this time, no. But it's no less imperative that this necklace remain safeguarded with this family."

"Normally it's kept under immense security." Natasha spoke softly, studying a computer screen. "We're talking top of the line Stark level technology, its defenses could give SHIELD weaponry a run for its money."

"Astute observation, spy." Loki said.

"So where do we come in?" Steve asked.

"Every so often, a new generation comes of age and to continue the pact, the necklace must be removed from its vault and worn on public display by the next heir. This always happens at a massive ball, or gala type event." Loki answered.

"And I assume that's tomorrow?" Tony asked, raising his eyebrow.

Thor responded, "you assume correctly, metal man. I have declared myself guardian of Midgard and as such, it is my duty to make sure the ceremony goes smoothly. I request my friends and fellow Avengers to help me with this excursion."

"Aside from massive power potentially falling into the wrong hands, what's the worst that could happen?" Clint muttered.

"There is a treaty with Alfheim and Midgard. Interrupting this ceremony would break the treaty and a massive ransom would have to be paid, else all out war." Loki answered Clint.

Tony interrupted, "some family made a bargain with an alien race and now we all have to pay for it?"

"It would seem so." Thor replied, "So what do you say?"

Steve stood up as he spoke, "Not like we have much of a choice, let's go."

-

“Thanks Wilson.” You smiled at your personal bodyguard.

“Of course, princess.”

You pursed your lips, “I'm hardly a princess.”

“The title stands, as heir to the massive wealth of your family, I'd say you deserve it.”

You rolled your eyes, standing in the mirror as you gazed at your reflection in your new dress. The dress was styled in your favorite color, cinched at the waist, and billowing out massively to the floor. It had a low cut v-neck, perfectly designed to accentuate the famed family necklace that you would be wearing at the gala tomorrow.

“Really, you look beautiful.” Wilson Harris, your personal bodyguard who had been on hand since your birth more than two decades ago, larger than the average body builder and built like a truck, truly an angel at heart and always had time to care for you. “Have you heard from the doctors recently?”

You sighed, glancing down at your hands sadly. “Both still in comas. I keep hoping that by some miracle they'll wake up for the ceremony, is that foolish?”

Wilson shook his head, “Not at all. The car accident was so long ago, it's hard not to have hope.”

“Mother, would she be proud you think?” You looked back at your reflection, so similar to your mother's appearance.

Wilson squeezed your shoulder gently. “Without a doubt. You come into your adulthood tomorrow with this ceremony. Your mother went through it, and your grandmother before.”

“And her mother before and the mother before that.” You recited knowingly, “Yep, so it continues.”

“Are you going to look at the paintings before the ceremony?”

“Of everyone who's been a part of it?” You snorted, “No, that would take far too long, I already sat through that lesson once, I'd rather not while I'm supposed to be excited for tomorrow.”

“Just wear the necklace, reveal it to the party and everyone attended.”

“State officials, heads of state, politicians, celebrities, everyone who's anyone. No pressure.” You breathed out heavily.

“You'll do marvelously.”

“Even if I don't want to continue the family line?”

“Not have a daughter?” Wilson blinked.

You shrugged, feeling the fabric of your dress, knowing better than to pick at it. “Just not sure I'm up to it. Every guy I've met has been so disappointing.”

“I'm sure you'll find someone, who knows, maybe it'll be at the gala tomorrow?”

“You'll help me keep an eye out for someone, right?” You laughed.

Wilson chuckled, “Change into your regular clothes, the servants should almost be done with dinner.”

“Do you want to eat in the lounge room? That old dining table always makes me sad.” It reminds you of your childhood, both parents there eating with you at that massive table, scrunched together in one corner so you could hear each other. The massive dining room table was just that: massive, able to seat twenty people easily, but with spaces for more if your parents had ever really felt like entertaining. Without them around, the mansion just felt quiet and empty.

You went to your lessons, for the family business, went to public school trying to feel normal while you could, even managed some time at a public university. But now... you'd finally come of age. For some reason 'of age' was older than most societies, but that's how it stayed in your family.

When the eldest female came of age, following the long list of daughters in your family line, there would be a christening date. A huge gala would be thrown in her honor, famous, powerful, and wealthy people (usually all three) would travel from all over to celebrate on her behalf. Midway through the party, the famed family necklace would be presented, placed around her neck and she would show it off to everyone. The heir would travel among the party guests, thanking them for their presence, and whatever the family connection was – donations, publicity, what have you – and then the evening would end and the necklace would be whisked away once more to one of the safest vaults in existence. The manor was abuzz with security, always top of the line, better than money could afford. This part always confused you, but you never questioned it, you weren't in charge of the party, the president of your parents' company was. Normally your parents would plan the party, but since they were both in a coma from a mysterious car accident, it fell upon a close family friend to set everything up.

“Sounds good.” Wilson pulled you from your thoughts and you waved him off. Tomorrow was the big day.

-

“I don't like this at all.” Steve grumbled, sitting in the back of a surveillance van, disguised as a catering truck.

“It's the best we've got.” Natasha muttered into her earpiece, milling in the line towards the front of the famed manor, their mission objective.

“Bruce, how's air visual?”

“All clear. Granted I can barely make out the manor from this height, but I'm ready whenever.” Bruce muttered from his vantage in the quinjet, peering out the window before returning to his laptop's work.

“At least you're not stuck in a small truck with captain no fun.” Tony grumbled, scowling at Steve.

Loki sighed, “Metal man, you're too noticeable for under cover, Banner is most useful when he can raze the manor so he is our last resort, the captain is also quite famous, as for the two spies, they're several people behind me in the queue, anymore bickering?”

“Why does Thor get to be inside?” Tony complained.

“He's on the kitchen wait staff.” Natasha replied, looping her arm through Clint's as they moved forward.

A muffled chewing sound came through their collective headsets and Loki groaned inwardly, only just avoiding pulling a disgusted face. “Brother, you're assisting with the food, not to be eating it.”

“The vittles are so scrupulous!” Thor replied through a mouthful of food.

“Alright, alright, but still why the set up? Why do you and Thor get to be inside?” Tony continued.

“Because I am a master of magic and can blend in anywhere, should I so choose, and I do. Thor is burly and looks similar enough to the other laborers here. Plus, having your strongest fighter closest to the target would be wise.” Loki replied stiffly.

“I hate when he's right.” Tony growled to Steve.

Steve shrugged, “He's a master tactician, I'll give him that.”

Tony crossed his arms tighter and slumped down, “Wake me if anything happens. Is there any booze in here?”

-

At the base of the two massive spiral staircases in the manor's entryway rest a massive ornate chair. You were loathe to call it a throne but if you were honest, that's what it was meant to be.

Staying at the top of the staircases, hidden in the shadow of the upstairs hall, you tried to peer down at the many guests arriving. Your parents' company's president stood in the entryway, greeting guests and thanking them for arriving on your parents' behalf. You sighed inwardly, wishing you didn't have to go down and mingle, it would be so much nicer to just stay in your room and browse the internet or read a good book. The last thing you wanted was to sit on that throne and greet everyone as though you were some sort of princess.

Appearing at your side, Wilson smiled warmly, “Are you ready princess?”

“Honestly, no.”

“You can go back to being a shut in after this gala is over. Just mingle with the crowd, see if you can't find someone who catches your eye.”

You rolled your eyes, “I really doubt it. I swear everyone that was invited is married or dating someone equally rich and famous. Besides, shouldn't you be protecting me from someone who might try and steal my innocence?”

Wilson grinned, “Oh I'll threaten to hurt them if they hurt you, but that's after you pick someone out. I have a job to do after all.”

“You're the closest thing I've had to a father these last few years, thanks for that.”

Your bodyguard wrapped his massive arms around you, embracing you in a warm and comforting hug. “I'm glad, now let's go.”

You slowly wound your way down the stairs, a roar of cheers and applause filling the air as you walked. Smiling and waving, just as you had practiced countless times, you made your way down to the fancy chair and finally sat.

People from all over the world, now spread throughout the many rooms of the first floor of your manor, slowly made their way over to you, congratulating you and generally sending well-wishes. You thanked the blur of faces, everyone blending into everyone else and tried to keep up.

Until...

-

Loki's eyes widened when he saw the princess descend the stairs. He had found you initially attractive upon studying you as a person, but the pictures hardly did you justice and he felt his heart flutter if only briefly. Centuries of control had him quickly quelling the feeling, yet still it lingered. Loki watched from the corner of the room, studying the crowd and just generally surveying.

“This place is teeming with security.” Natasha muttered.

“I wish I had a better vantage point.” Clint replied.

“Too much attention if you try and sneak to the upper floors.” Steve interjected. “Gotta stay grounded.”

Clint sighed, “I hate this, I feel too exposed.”

“What I don't like, is the number of additional security. Too much and you start to get leaks,” Natasha spoke, looking around the room as she sipped a glass of expensive champagne. “Loki, where are you at?”

Loki hummed thoughtfully pulled back to the present, “Oh me? I'm around.”

Natasha narrowed her eyes, scanning the rooms for some sign of him. “You better not be getting side tracked.”

“I'll have you know, I'm perfectly focused.”

Natasha's mouth fell open slightly, snapping shut as she shook her head and turned away to regain her composure.

-

A tall raven haired man approached you, bowing low. You smiled at the archaic gesture, others had done so, but it felt different coming from this person, though why you couldn't quite place. The man held his hand out expectantly and you slowly offered yours. He raised your hand to his lips and delicately brushed a kiss on them. Unbidden, you giggled as a slight flush touched your cheeks.

“And who might you be?” You managed to ask.

“I am Loki, my lady. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

Wilson furrowed his brows at Loki, attempting to stare him down.

Loki glanced at your bodyguard and his grin merely widened. “And this talkative fellow?”

“Oh that's Wilson, he's a dear friend.”

“Not too dear, I hope.” Loki turned back to you, green eyes sparkling.

“I'm the princess's bodyguard, sir, I will not hesitate to remove guests that cause trouble.”

Loki looked around, “I should hope no guest causes trouble, on a day like today? That would be dreadful.”

You found yourself laughing, his sincerity and easy going nature, not to mention his attractive appearance, setting your heart alight.

Wilson finally grunted, looking back at you and seeing your smile. His face softened and he finally contented himself to crossing his arms and scowling at the colorful man.

“That is a gorgeous dress you have on, princess.” Loki smiled, turning back to you. “I particularly like the neckline, it accentuates some of your lovelier features.”

Now you really blushed under his compliment and Loki's grin widened. “You're too kind. Your suit is quite handsome as well.”

Loki looked down at his three piece black suit, turning slightly so you could see the back. “I chose it myself, I'm glad to hear that it does not disappoint.”

“Princess,” Wilson began softly, leaning down, “There are other guests to greet, you are spending a great deal of time on this one.”

You slowly frowned, disliking the idea of sending Loki away.

“I can always return, fair one, or perhaps...” He trailed off.

You perked up, “Yes?”

“Perhaps I might stand beside the fairest woman in the room and keep her company, I know how terribly dull these greetings can be.”

“Do you now?” You pursed your lips, mulling it over and not wanting to appear to eager. “Do you speak such flatteries to every girl you meet?”

Loki placed his hand over his chest, looking offended, “You accuse me of such indecency? I've been known to be called the silver tongue, but such slander.” Loki trailed off.

You burst out laughing. It felt strange, talking with someone in such a way, his accent so foreign yet so familiar. Even if he was merely making pleasant conversation and not actually flirting with you, you found yourself wanting to know him better. Falling into the part, you laughed, “Good sir, would you be so kind to stay by my side, I dare say you might be able to save me from the tedium.”

Loki bowed low, “I should hope to try, fair lady.”

In between greetings, you and Loki talked and laugh.

“I'm not actually a princess,” you muttered as another guest walked away.

Loki raised his eyebrow, “You could have fooled me.”

“And I don't think you're actually the court jester you're trying to appear to be.”

“Now that is a falsity I won't allow against my name.”

You laughed again, “Honestly Loki, I've never even heard of you, who are you?”

“A prince from a far away land.” Loki winked.

You raised an eyebrow skeptically, yet if he had been allowed in, surely he was harmless and fit the bill of wealth, fame or power. Just as you opened your mouth to say more, Wilson leaned down.

“Princess, it's almost time. They're bringing the locket out.”

Loki seemed to hear for he turned his attention to the top of the staircase.

“Would you care to join me, and Wilson of course?” You turned to Loki.

Loki blinked in surprise, stepping back. “Truly?”

“It would be nice to have a friend at my side, could we be friends?”

“I would love for that.” Loki answered.

“Is that wise, princess?” Wilson asked dubiously.

“I think I can tell who is trustworthy.” You smiled reassuringly, “It'll be fine.”

Standing up slowly, you gratefully took Loki's offered arm, leaning on him for support as he guided you up the stairs. Wilson walked slowly behind you, casting furtive glances around as a thick metal case was wheeled to the top of the balcony where the two staircases met. Two guards you vaguely recognized from many years ago stood on either side of it, barely concealing their weapons.

The party below grew hushed, everyone falling silent as they watched you kneel down before the case.

One of the guards guided your hand to a scanner, a series of clicks sounding as the case opened ominously. You straightened up, turning around as the beautiful locket was clasped around your neck.

Loki had stepped back, allowing space for you to stand before anyone, glancing around warily.

As you began to smile, stepping forward to the front of the balcony, the lights flickered once, twice and went black. Then all hell broke loose.

#Loki x reader #multi chapter

[mythandwords]

Agreements

As part of a lessons learned, I’ve an agreement to share how I came to learn said lessons. Just another part of the humiliation that sometimes comes with being on the wrong side of the learning process ;)

We’ve been in the process of selling / buying a home since April. Our home was listed and went into contract *boom* no problem. Our plan was to locate a new home, and purchase at the same time that our house was selling. So far so good. 

Ah, but any of you who know about dealing with Loki know; the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry. And yes, like clock work, things started to fall apart. Not big things. Never really big things. I’m a quick study...it doesn’t usually take big things to teach me the lesson.

In this case, the lesson came as a series of continuing and terribly unfortunate events in the drama that is known as ‘selling the house.’ Queue spooky music and lightening storm effects.

First, we found a home. Easy peasy. We made an offer. It was accepted. We went into contract at the same time our house was in contract. So far, so good...still.

Then, the lady who owns said home waited until the very last hour (literally) of the very last day that she could reply to our list of requests to remedy - they were big things too; like replacing the chimney and repairing the hearth, the electric needed work...and so on. Stressful but not the end of the world. Until I saw her response. 

Where we asked she hire professionals to fix the house, she chose to do the works that are safety issues herself. And she refused to fix chimney and hearth - instead stating she wasn't going to drop the price of the home, and only offer us a pittance in closing. Suddenly, the done deal we thought we had was off the table. We had to walk away from what we thought was a sure thing.

Lesson #1 - stop thinking you know it all.

Now, we have three giant breed dogs. Have you ever tried to find an apartment or rental house in one week with three giant breed dogs? No? My suggestion is don’t do it. It sucks the life out of you. People turn you down left and right. Almost as frequently as my writings are returned for revision!

Lesson #2 - stop thinking things will always come easily.

Then, the closing date on our house had to change because the buyers banks underwriters wanted more info from him. So, we had to close a week later than anticipated. Meaning, I had to try to change our movers and blah blah blah on short notice for a holiday weekend.

Lesson #3 - remain flexible despite the challenges you face.

Meantime, we’re still frantically looking for temporary housing, trying to get our heads around losing the house we had plans for, considering our next steps...you get the picture.

We narrow it down to two places - boom, one gets taken away from us because the woman was worried our house might not close. She must have a crystal ball. Seriously.

So, we decide on a place. Then our realtor calls. He says he was “being nosy” and wondered how the house we wanted was doing. It’s been over two weeks since we walked away from the contract, after all. So, he called her realtor and found out that - lo and behold - she fixed the chimney and hearth and had turned down two more offers on the place since we saw it.

The two realtors decide they will be sneaky together. They determine that they will each pay half to have an electrician check the home - if we think we might want to go into contract on it again.

Lesson #4 - flexible, flexible, flexible. Do you detect a pattern yet?

So, we agree. And - quite promptly, we get a call from our realtor telling us the closing on our house has been delayed - again - thank you underwriters. So, we are closing yet another week late.

Lesson #5 - trust the process.

Because, now, the woman has agreed to go into contract with us again and the agents need time to schedule the electrician out to the house...and that would not have been possible with our closing scheduled for Friday.

But guess what? It means I have to move the move date out - yet again. 

Lesson #6 - sometimes the the best you can hope for is a plan in someone else’s hands.

And my agreement is now fulfilled. I’ve shared the story - though it’s not yet ended - and shown the workings of Loki life as lived when there are lessons to be learned.

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