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Lasabrjotr Chapter 65: Like Peeling an Orange

Chapters: 65/?

Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature Warnings: NSFW

Relationships: Loki x Reader (There We Go)

Characters: Loki (Marvel),

Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), Loki Gets A Scolding, Sometimes Loki Should Not Do What He Wants, This Armor Looks So Cool In My Head You Guys, And A Fun Time Was Had By All

Summary: Loki helps you into-and back out of-your new armor.

Your armor was finally ready. Loki pored over it, examining every minute detail. It had to be perfect. He had to make sure it was perfect.

The weavers and tailors had brought their best. The scaled plates of nornbein and steel had been removed from their original leather backing, and affixed to new; less bulky, more supple, to better fit your smaller frame. Each bit of metal had been embossed with beautiful swirling knotwork, some of them ancient Midgardian motifs.

The quilted silk tunic glistened like polished jade, soft but tough. It would peek out from under the armor here and there, offering protection from sharp things, and signaling your importance.

But the helmet-the crown-was a grand achievement of deceptive metalworking. It looked so delicate, constructed of dainty petals and leaves, affixed to a wide band. Long, gem-studded petals stretched over the top, overlapping ivy leaves trailed down the back to protect your neck, fiddleheads would cover your cheeks.

It looked as fragile as a real bouquet, but the smith had whacked it with a heavy mallet for Loki to see, and it hadn't left a dent.

“And if anyone tries to strike without a weapon, they'll lay their hand right open.” The smith had assured him. “The edges aren't sharp enough to cut just by touching, but with applied force, they certainly are.”

Loki gathered it all up, impatient to show it to you, to see you put it on, to see you take it back off, and he rushed to the kitchen to pick up some dinner that you could eat together. Preferably in front of the fireplace in his room.

The under-chefs greeted him with some amusement, wrapping up a simple dinner and a chilled bottle of that Icelandic fruit wine for you.

“So, is the Seidkona beginning a new project?” One asked politely. “A special Midgardian spell, perhaps?”

When pressed for what he meant, he became a bit nervous. “W-well, she rushed in here very excited about something, and asked for the largest glass jar that we had. We had some of those five-gallon pickle jars, so, of course we gave her one. She gave no suggestions as to what she was doing with it, but I've heard that some Midgardian sorceresses used to put their spells in jars, so we thought perhaps she was simply making a very large spell.”

“Don't worry about it.” Loki said. “I'll see what she is up to.”

Upon entering you room, he saw that you had placed your flowers-vase and all, inside the pickle jar, and covered the top with a tied down cloth. He set the bundle of armor and the basket of dinner down on your dresser.

“Darling, what-”

“Silvery Checkerspot.” You said shortly.

“I'm...not sure as to what you are referencing...”

You pointed at the vase inside the jar. More accurately at a fat, undulating worm, crawling up a flower stem.

“This creature?” He asked. “Does it offend you?”

“No, this is a caterpillar! It turns into a Checkerspot butterfly. They're pretty. Black and orange, with tiny white spots on the edges of their wings. Lacy. I used to see them and these caterpillars all the time. They're so beautiful. Also, and this is the important part-they don't live in Iceland.”

Your voice had gone a little hard, and Loki internally recoiled. You knew. This traitorous little orm had whispered his secret to you by very virtue of its presence. How could he have known that, among the no doubt thousands of species of butterflies in this world, this would be one that you were so familiar with? How could he have known that there were none here? And how was he to know to search for hitchhikers in the first place?

He'd been so high on success, and trying so hard to hold on to all the sensations that had been swimming in his head, that he hadn't spared a thought to looking out for creatures that would give him away.

And now you knew that he had been back to your home without you, and he was just now realizing how angry you might be about that. Very angry, perhaps. Betrayed, even. 'Never touch me or talk to me again' maybe.

Oh no.

Had he ruined it? He'd been trying to do something nice! How could he continually fail so badly at doing good things for people?

He hadn't always been so bad at this. It was one of the many things that had gotten lost on the way. One of the things unfairly taken from him.

Was it going to drive you away too?

“I thought you had gone back to Akureyri on your business. I figure Leynarodd could probably get you there and back in way better time than we made. But you didn't exactly say where you were going, and that's why isn't it? Letting me assume isn't the same as lying, is it? But Leynarodd can't get you across a whole ocean. God, when I woke up this morning in all that pain, I should have guessed...”

Loki flinched. The pain. He'd thought he could avoid it if he went while you slept, that he could do all this without causing you any trouble at all, but the trouble was all here anyway.

“What could have taken you back there?” You continued. “Couldn't have been just the flowers.”

“I...needed to understand you better.” He explained. “I needed to experience the world you lived in. The surroundings you grew up in. The land that shaped you. I needed to know it better. There's something I want to do for you, and I needed that information.”

“What thing?” You asked, sounding mildly skeptical. Loki's mind screamed at him to fix this, fix it right now.

“It's a special surprise, just for you.” Loki leaned down, placing both hands on your shoulders, gazing sincerely into your eyes. “Please don't be angry with me.”

“Oh, Loki.” You wound your arms around his neck. “I'm not angry. I'm sad I didn't get to go.”

He took the opportunity to hold you tightly to him, relieved that you weren't pushing him away.

“I'm sorry.” He said, possibly the first time he'd uttered the words to you. “Of course you miss it. I'll take you there, sometime. When it's safe. When we can walk the streets without having to hide. They honor you, you know. They've named a cupcake after you. They even seem to have accepted my involvement, though it might be no more than crass opportunistic commercialism. I saw no effigies of myself burning, though, so that's a good sign.”

“Dad and Tara tell me they've been spreading the word about my 'medical treatment', so everybody probably just thinks you're bad at being altruistic.”

Loki scoffed. “I suppose I'm not exactly famous for it...”

“You will be. You really seem to want to do big, great things. As Asgard grows, you'll be able to do more. You'll live so long that you'll have time to do a lot. Long term projects. I wish I could see-”

“Shhh. I'll show you everything.” Loki promised. “Don't you worry. What will you do with the worm?”

You glanced back at the pickle jar. “It's a big bouquet. And the caterpillar is in a late instar. There should be enough there for it to eat until it pupates. Then...I guess I'll let it go. They don't live long after coming out of their chrysalis, and there's no more butterflies for it to meet up with, so there's no way for it to become invasive. The cold will probably kill it early, but that would have happened back in Iowa too. Sometimes they just get started late, and don't have enough time. This would probably have been the last flush of flowers that it would have found. So it's okay. I just want it to reach it's full potential, even if it won't have much time after that.”

Loki stroked your hair. Was that what it felt like to you, when you examined your lifespan in contrast to his? Like this larval creature, did you see your magical potential as something to be mastered, even if you wouldn't have many years to make use of it?

Could there be some way to prolong your time?

And if there wasn't, what would he do?

He released you and you glanced curiously at the things he had brought.

“Presents?” You asked. He scooped up the armor bundle and dinner basket.

“Of a sort. I thought we could eat in tonight. Your armor is finished. Would you like to try it on?”

You agreed, and he led you back into his room, down in front of his fireplace. Dinner first, little bite-sized tidbits that he knew you liked, fed back and forth, and a moderate amount of wine.

He could see just the tiniest bit of tipsiness shining in your eyes when he put the food and drink aside, and brought out your armor.

You marveled over each piece, rubbing your face against the shimmering silk, delighting in the little details all over the armor. Loki helped you put it all on over your dress, and then, he offered the helmet.

At first you were speechless, overcome by its beauty. Then you couldn't stop gushing over that beauty, interspersed with welcome thanks and much less welcome insinuations that you didn't deserve something so grand. You deserved everything. You deserved the moon and stars. You deserved every ounce of precious metal, every carat of gemstone, you deserved it all, if only because he wanted to give it to you.

He stood you in front of the large mirror, and with great satisfaction, lowered the helmet down onto your head. Like a reverent coronation, you stared at yourself, as if trying to recognize your reflection. Beyond the slight asymmetry of your face, which had never quite gone back to normal, there was now the new look of your perfectly tailored armor over top of your flowing skirt, all your beautiful jewelry, your precious knife, and this helmet, a crown fit for royalty.

You were no different in appearance than a noble goddess, one of the glorious Aesir. He could see you at the head of a battlefield, shouting orders and being obeyed, at the head of a table, presiding over a victory feast, at the head of a bed, holding a swaddled infant in triumph.

You had turned and could clearly see what was in his face, as he hadn't bothered to hide it. Maybe he wanted you to see.

“Show me yours.” You said-almost commanded, pawing at his chest.

He liked this side of you equally to the shy side. The side of you that demanded, that expected, that could be selfish. The side of you that made you run up and grab his hand in the first place.

He knew what you meant. Green light webbed over his body, replacing his comfortable tunic and trousers with his ceremonial court armor. You stared, breath becoming heavier, taking it all in. The stiff, thick cape, the tall horns, the complex Nornbein breast plate with all its interlocking pieces meant to mimic the scales of a snake-or the belly of a dragon. The built in scale tassets on the thighs of his fine, olive trousers, that just so happened to draw the gaze in a certain direction...

He watched your eyes drift downwards, slipping down the metal guides to their intended focus-he still couldn't believe his mother had never said anything about it-and grow round at the sight of him, lovingly cupped by taut cotton. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips.

You pressed close, and though he couldn't feel you much through all the layers, there was something just as exciting about the clink and weight of the armor as there was in the silky warmth of bare skin. He wrapped his arms around you, squeezing, and you smashed your mouth against his in hungry lust.

You nearly knocked him over in you eagerness to get him onto the bed, and he fell into a sitting position, laughing.

“Stars, you're beautiful.” He purred. “Powerful. Grand.”

He reached for his trousers, but you stopped him.

“Not yet.” You said.

“Not yet.” He repeated.

“Just this.”

You straddled him, your skirts hitching up around your thighs, and pressed very close. Now Loki could feel your warmth, cloth barriers the only thing separating you from his swiftly hardening member, the bulge of which you began grinding slowly against.

A soft groan escaped him.

His hands found your rear through your skirts, and your throat with his lips, delighting in the vibration of your pleased moans. The friction grew between you as you drew away to gaze at him through heavy-lidded eyes; His armor, his helmet, whatever it was you saw that you liked so much had you throwing your head back and rolling your hips even faster.

And it was he who had done this. Merely existing, wearing a certain set of clothes, he had driven you to this frenzy of lust. Just because he wasn't truly inside you just yet, didn't mean this wasn't what it was. You were taking him as your own, and he was absolutely going to let you do it. Anytime, any way, however you liked.

Your moans grew high and ragged; Loki crushed you to his chest, bucking his hips. The friction, the heat, and the sound of your impassioned cries sent him spiraling into his own orgasm.

You held each other like that until your breathing slowed, and your bodies relaxed.

“Well. We should get you back out of that armor.” Loki said, voice slightly rough. “I'd say it more suggestively, but it appears you beat me to it.”

“You really don't know how sexy that armor is? Didn't anybody ever throw themselves at you while you were wearing that?

“Well...yes. But it didn't really matter. It wasn't you.”

You mewled an embarrassed little sound, and hid your face in the crook of his neck. Loki chuckled, running his hands down your body. Your new armor melted away into your comfortable and modest nightdress.

“Wow...Where did it all go?” You asked, wriggling in his lap, as his own armor faded into soft sleeping clothes.

“To your room, where your nightgown was.” He said, as you ran your fingers through his newly freed hair.

“Your horns are so handsome.” You murmured against his lips. “Just like you.”

He felt the bashful smile curl his mouth. “Will you stay with me tonight? He asked hopefully.

You nodded. “I'd like to. If you don't mind though, I need to play noise on my phone. It's been helping me sleep.”

“Whatever you need.” Whatever kept you by his side.

The two of you took a little time to clean yourselves up and prepare for bed, then snuggled down in the sheets together, holding and stroking one another. You set your phone up to play cicada song, and Loki watched you slowly fall asleep to its sawing.

Soon, his little project would be done, and you might never have to sleep away from him again.

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icharchivist · 5 years

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Okay okay so, it’s not like i just ended up listening to Stella on repeat again (but i just did) but i was thinking about the new songs in general bc, in Me Against the World, we see the reaction of the BB and MTC about how they lost the Rap Battles, and they both handle it with different degree and all, but we don’t see FP’s reaction at all to their loss, yet Stella is probably the biggest hint at their reactions to their defeat in a way the others new songs aren’t.

In fact FP doesn’t even spend time with their leader in Me Against the World, Ramuda is off being shady, while all the others divisions reflect on how they apprehended the rap battles, with the Brothers all feeling like they’re the one who failed their others brothers and having to lift each other up, Samatoki congratulating his Crew for bringing them this far with also a glimpse that what mattered to him was winning against Ichiro, and MTR being very responsible about their win and Jakurai thinking about the future/what the government is planning with some nostalgia for the TDD days and Ramuda and esp being doubtful of Ramuda.

And yeah meanwhile we have neat interraction w/ Gentaro and Dice but they don’t focus on the fact they lost on the first round at all (even if Jakurai reassures that everyone was v powerful and all), Gentaro and Dice are just off being... themselves and teasing each other and completely forget that the rest of the world exist and all, and it makes sense since they are the band that was formed in the whole “we live in the moment” so there’s no point ressassing about their loss, anyway.

While i don’t have the official translations of Dead Pools and Papiyon yet, there’s at least a few themes in the newest songs that i find kinda touching:

The Bros are immediatly back at being dorks and at uplifting their division with a radio show, they embrace the bit of starhood they’re getting to be happy representant of their divisons - the song is super cheerful and full of love with the brothers bickering and having fun.

I have no idea what Papiyon is about (this is written in katakana and it makes me wonder if it’s meant to be from the french “Papillon”? Which would be butterfly, ephemerical victory), but I doubt MTR has really reasons to be moody per se after their win, and i’m pretty sure at least Hifumi brings up celebrating their win with Champagne even if Doppo has his usual mental breakdown midsong.

For Dead Pools i can only focus on the English parts, which gives more a feeling of well, the opening line, “we haven’t done nothing yet” - that they are mentioning their loss but in a way of “we’ll be better next time you’ll see” way.

*punches a table* which expectingly brings me to Stella which already stands out for being a story written by Gentaro, that was said to explicit about how he saw the Posse - already out of the others song it is the most factually distached from what happened in their world, while being the most honest about the feelings and emotions developped within the song.

And even there i say that with a double edged sword bc if the theories saying Dice is Otome’s son is true (so him being the son of the current president who made a Coup d’Etat to get in power), the whole “Dice is a King” part of the song is even more insidious than just how Gentaro sees him (although i doubt Gentaro has any reasons to believe that from Dice and considering the Messiah part and how Dice’s motif is the motif of Salvation i do think Gentaro is just that enamoured with Dice (or, shipping goggles aside, at least sees Dice as the redeeming factor of the reeked group of misfits they are since he does have a low opinion of himself and doesn’t trust Ramuda completely while being fully aware of Dice’s honesty) but i disgress), and it explains this whole Dice’s verse. (Talking about how the rest of the countries had been destroyed by wars even if Dice is not there to have a hand on it, “A gate to the undone rule of might” is VERY SHADY considering this is LITTERALLY what Chuukiukou is, The whole Fugitive motif and the throne being far far away and that his ideals are just “a poison playing to the crowd” - If Dice is really Otome’s son the whole verse takes a whole grim turn)

ANYWAY i disgress again bc I could ramble for hours from then on, the also hints of the “hypnotizing history” and “trapping people in their social status” that Gentaro sneaked in his verse, and honestly between that and the novel Gentaro wrote about “twins being separated by the government” it feels like Gentaro criticize the Gov’ a lot in his fictions and it may explain a part of why the government is keeping an eye on him - or it’s the opposite and the reason he got the gov’s interest is why Gentaro is now vocal about it, buT

MY POINT

is that Stella is far more personal onto the three main characters about connecting each other,to create important bounds with each other because they are too alike to disregard each other, which imo feels a lot like trying to reach out to Ramuda (which they textually do in the song anyway) since Ramuda, while being the one who reunited them, is the one who keeps the most distance with them.

And then in the whole last part of the song (which was my initial point but i got lost along the way), is all about Keeping Moving Forward even while Still Making Mistakes - it’s the most frontal into admitting their defeat they could get, as a Mistake they made along the way, but it’s just a part of the path, and their future is far brighter.

And anyway i just find it very sweet that FP was the one band that neglected talking about their feelings in the Drama Track but is the one to express it in Song. Because it fits them perfectly doesn’t it? The guys who live in the present, who keeps hiding their troubles and who they truly are, but song, especially written by Gentaro, makes sense to get it out. If Gentaro’s character song is anything to get by, he can get much more blunt while he’s actually writting, while he can dress the truth up with all sort of lies to distract from it.

Hell i say that but i should look no further than when Ramuda recruit him, he tells him that the fiction he writes are always joyful and beautiful but “there’s always a sense of loneliness in them”. We know Gentaro tells lies and stories to cheer people up, to have them have fun, even if it isolates him further away.

So to have Stella a song about unification is already huge, but the fact is still that this song reeks in loneliness for the first three verses but then is all too united and is exactly what Gentaro needs catharist for aND especially, that the more lies Gentaro tells the more he can dress the truth up.

Gentaro uses a story like always to share his true feelings, something he wouldn’t face full front and this is where they address their loss by a hopeful insight in the future. That this is how they end up facing their defeat and their future.

I’ve ended up rambling but Stella does that to me

tl;dr it’s funny that FP is the only band that doesn’t actually show reaction to their defeat in the Me Against the World Drama Track, yet is also the band to address it the more bluntly in their song, yet it fits so much the characters, especially Gentaro who wrote the song, to exteriorize their feelings only as long as there’s enough “make believe” to hide them.

EDIT: and WHILE IM AT IT since half of my reasoning is there, Stella is probably the song that touches the most on the politics of their world than the others songs did, since again the fact you can dress up the truth with too much make beliefs make it easier to hide the critism, but i really don’t think any of the other bands is that frontal about criticizing the government on that regard?? but there i’d really need the rest of the translations to be sure. Anyway Stella is a masterpiece.

And i’m emotional over Stella all over again

#long post for ts #in case tumblr mobile screws up #*softly sobs* anyway i love stella #ichatalks about stella #ichatalks about hpm #this song has no business being that good that's all i'm saying #hhh

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