#How dare you attack the son of Odin

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Requesting a crack scenario please (✯◡✯). So imagine Reader and ROR character are married and they have a lovely son and daughter. One day, their children approach their grandpa Adam/Odin/uncle Zeus/aunt Aphrodite and would cry to them saying that their papa is hurting their mama. However it was all just the kids misunderstanding things because one day they saw their mother exit the bedroom with bite marks, hickey (which the kids thought was a bruise), and couldn’t walk properly if you get my drift (¬‿¬).

Humans - Kojiro, Lu Bu, Jack

Gods - Poseidon, Hercules, Hades, Thor, Loki.

-Your darling daughter and handsome son ran into the kitchen from the backyard, their arms going around your legs, “‘Mama-mama!!’” you smiled, moving the mixing bowl off to the side so it wouldn’t get knocked over and you bent down, pecking both of their foreheads, greeting them.

-They greeted you back with kisses of their own as you grabbed them each a banana, peeling it, “Where have you two been?”

-Your son lifted his hand, like when he was in class, “We went to see (Parental Figure)!” you turned, a bit confused, “Oh- why did you two do that if you don’t mind me asking?”

-Usually, when they went off to see (Parental Figure), it was so prepare a surprise for you, like for Mother’s Day, wanting to prepare their own gift for you.

-Your daughter then spoke up, “We tattled!” you turned, even more confused, “Tattled? Who did you tattle on?” they both beamed brightly, speaking in unison again, “‘Daddy!’”

-You blinked, coming over to pet their hair, “Why did you tattle on daddy?” you weren’t prepared for them to turn, giving you puppy dog eyes as your daughter spoke, “Because daddy hurt you!”

-You kneeled, concerned, trying to keep them calm, “Hurt me? Daddy’s never hurt me.” Your son sniffled deeply, trying not to cry, “But you were limping the other day, and we saw bruises and bite marks on your neck!”

-You turned white in shock, freezing as your face turned bright red, you couldn’t explain what you were doing with daddy without scarring your children.

-You smiled gently, consoling them both, “Thank you for tattling on daddy for me, but next time, come to me first. Some things you don’t tattle to others about.”

-Your son beamed, “Because mama’s the boss right?” you giggled softly, “Yup, mama’s the boss.”

-(Love) came in, curious as to why you were talking about who’s the boss and went to speak before a knock came at the door. Instantly your kids covered their mouths, “Ooh~ you’re in trouble~”

-He was confused and went to the door.

-He was not expecting to find Adam there, surrounded by pure fury, black flames surrounding him, “How dare you- how dare you attack my daughter in such a way?!” (Love) was instantly running, trying to figure out what he did, trying to flee from the very furious Adam. It took almost twenty minutes to pull Adam away, after he chased your husband up a tree, and with a bright red face you apologized to him, embarrassed that he was bothered in such a way. Adam pecked you and each of your kids on the cheek before sending a glare to (Love), silently threatening him to be more careful with you. (Love) was not overly pleased to be in trouble, pouting that he got tattled on, but at least you thought it was funny.

            -Kojiro, Lu Bu, and Jack

-He was not expected to be greeted by Zeus who was laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe, holding onto the doorframe while Aphrodite looked exasperated, holding her cheek. She explained what your children told the two of them, telling Zeus first, but when he started laughing and couldn’t stop, they went to Aphrodite. She explained, without giving too many ‘certain’ details, that sometimes adults don’t know when they’re playing too rough and (Love) didn’t mean to hurt you. The kids were pleased with this answer, but Zeus insisted on coming over. (Love) stomped back in once the other two Greek gods were gone and came to you, acting like a child, “They tattled on me!” you were quickly mimicking Zeus, you couldn’t breathe from laughing so hard as he and your two kids started to playfully argue about tattling.

            -Poseidon, Hercules, and Hades

-Odin was the last person he expected to see but within moments (Love) was bright red, which Odin did think was rather amusing. He told (Love) how your children came to in tears, saying that he was being mean to you, leaving bruises and biting you. He patted (Love’s) shoulder, “Next time, do it in places they can’t see and go easy on Y/N, she told us both last week she’s not ready for more kids yet.” Once Odin left he came in and hugged you close, trying to drag you away from the kitchen, “I’m not sharing mama anymore!” your children were quick to run, grabbing onto his legs, demanding that he set you free. You laughed softly, managing to get free and left the three of them in the living room, play fighting with each other, as you were hoping they would tire each other out.

-Thor and Loki

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror kojiro sasaki #ror lu bu #ror jack the ripper #ror poseidon #ror hades #ror heracles #ror loki #ror thor #ror adam #ror aphrodite #ror zeus #ror odin

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The Call Of Fate, Chapter 21

‘I do…

NOT take you as my husband. And I never will!’ Jade yelled at Arthur.

It was then like slow motion as Arthur’s face turned red in anger, she swore she could almost see steam coming out of his ears. He raised his hand up, and was about to strike her, on front of everyone. Not that anyone would really care if he did strike her or not.

All of a sudden a dagger came flying from down the aisle, right into Arthur’s palm, causing him to cry out in agony as he pulled his hand down and clutched it while blood poured down to the ground.

‘Do NOT touch her!’ A voice bellowed from the far end.

‘Loki!’ Jade gasped, so much relief flooded through her.

Loki came into view and stormed down the aisle towards her. He was in his full ceremonial Asgardian armour, his cape flying out behind him dramatically as he covered the distance with very few steps with his large stride.

Jade went to run to him, but two guards grabbed her and stopped her. Loki glared at them, but he remained calm. He looked at Jade’s biological father and stepped up to him.

‘I am Loki Odinson. Prince of Asgard. And I have an offer, from Odin himself, King of Asgard.’ Loki snarled at him. ‘You forget this nonsense of a wedding, allow her to marry me, and Asgard will guarantee you protection, power and riches beyond your wildest dreams.’

‘And how am I supposed to take your word for it?’ He barked at Loki.

‘You can take mine!’ Another bellowing voice came from the other end of the hall.

Odin.

He began walking up the aisle towards them, with guards following behind him.

‘Give my son the girl, they will wed and we will have an alliance.’

Jade’s eyes went wide as she watched everything going on, she couldn’t believe it. Was this actually happening?

Her father looked between Odin and Loki, then over at prince Arthur who was still crying in agony and shouting at his father to stop this. But no one dared to move, in fear of the Aesir that were armed with spears and shields. They knew better than to try and attack the Gods.

‘Let her go.’ Odin demanded at the two guards holding Jade.

‘You can’t let this happen! She is to marry ME!’ Arthur yelled as he clambered back up to his feet and went to grab her. But Loki sent an energy blast at him, knocking him flying backwards onto his ass again.

The guards let go of Jade and she ran to Loki straight away, he wrapped his arm around her, holding her tight. And he was not going to let her go.

��This is most ridiculous. She is to marry my son. We have an agreement!’ Arthur’s father yelled.

Jade hid in closer to Loki and his hold on her tightened even more.

‘Quiet! I will decide who my daughter is to marry.’ Jade’s father barked at them. He then went silent as he looked back at Odin, then at his guards. ‘Can you offer more than what he can?’

‘I think you know well that we can. More than any other mortal Kingdom can.’ Odin grumbled at him.

There was silence throughout, though Jade could’ve sworn that everyone could hear her heartbeat thumping against her chest just as loud as she could hear it.

‘Very well. Jasmine will marry your son.’

‘NO! WE HAD A DEAL!’ Arthur screamed, but he was too scared to go any closer to them.

‘A deal no longer, it seems.’ Odin smirked at him, then looked at Loki and nodded. ‘See you back home. Where arrangements are already being made. The wedding will happen shortly.’

Loki nodded once at Odin, trying to remain calm. But he wanted nothing more than to cheer and jump for joy. And so did Jade.

Jade felt utter relief flood through her as Odin and his guards left. All the guests began to leave as Arthur’s parents began to usher everyone out. But Arthur was still furious, screaming at his father to listen to him.

‘We are not going to fight with the Gods, son.’ His father snapped at him.

‘Wise man.’ Loki growled.

‘Jade… Are you ok?’ Loki turned his attention to her and cupped her face.

‘I am now.’ She sobbed happily as Loki wiped her tears off her cheeks with his thumbs.

Loki pressed his forehead against hers and he had his spell over her drop, so her tattoos and hair was back to as it was, as she was.

‘We need to marry, but that doesn't mean anything if you don’t want it to. I will not force you to be with me if you don’t want to, or to love me if you don’t. But you will have your freedom, to go where you want to, and to be who you are. Without constraint.’ Loki said softly.

‘I love you, Loki. To be free would mean nothing without you.’ Jade said as she reached up and cupped his face too.

Loki knew deep down that she loved him, but he had been a little worried at the same time. Though he would never deny her her freedom if she wished to go off back to her old life and forget all about him and the avengers.

Loki had a tear roll down his cheek too, in relief and happiness.

‘I love you, Jade. So much.’ He dipped his head down and pressed his lips against hers.

They both sighed softly as they pulled back a little. Loki took her hands within his and smiled.

‘How did you get this to happen?’ Jade asked.

‘Thor and I have been badgering Odin from the start about getting this to happen. He continued to refuse, not wanting a mortal to marry into the family. I’d given up hope, but it turns out my brother is not as much of an imbecile as he seems… That’s why he was missing earlier, he was pleading with father one more time. Though it turns out he has been taking sneaky videos and pictures of us to show Odin how much you mean to me. I could kill him for that… Alas, it seems it finally worked. He managed to appeal to Odin’s softer side.’

Jade shook her head and laughed. ‘I can’t believe it. But what about the higher ups with SHIELD? Won't everyone be in trouble?'

'Don't fret about that, cupcake. We will deal with it when it happens. All you need to worry about now, is that you're free.'

More tears of happiness and relief rolled down Jade's cheeks.

‘Well… we have a wedding to get to… are you ready to go to Asgard?’

Jade’s eyes widened and she nodded eagerly.

Loki looked upwards and called out to Heimdall. The colourful bridge opened up over them and sucked them up to Asgard, leaving Arthur screaming up at the sky.

#tom hiddleston #loki #loki x ofc #fluffy loki #loki fic #the call of fate

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Gods and Their Necklaces (Pt1)

Summary:After your realm was discovered, attacks from other planets and foreigners have become common. Your King and Queen, also your parents as the Princess, have asked Asgard if their mightiest warrior, named Thor Odinson, would be able to protect the realm, with a heavy payment in the end.

Parings: Thor (Post Ragnarok) x Reader (Mentions of Y/N), (Kinda bratty and not so grateful)

Warnings: Choking, language, size difference (non-sexual), reader has small eating portions, anxiety attack if you pay attention, implied forced marriage, there will be individual warnings per chapter, I plan on making this a dark one. If you don’t like non con, don’t get attached to this Chapter unless you like cliffhangers. (My English can be kind of bad)

Pet names: Good girl, fawn, princess, little girl, little princess.

Word Count: 3487

You stood still as some of the castle maids dressed you for the occasion.

Your realm had been hidden for years, all it took was a small space battle to accidentally dent your invisible barrier, and then came the bigger problems.

Space wars to calm the realm, attacks frequently on the King and Queen, and within the first week someone almost got their hands on you, claiming they wouldn’t be returning you until the kingdom was given up, their mistake was your mother and father sucked at negotiating, which was reasonable since they’ve never had to interact with any other realms.

Even though your realm has been isolated from everyone else, Asgard was still a loyal companion and your realm would send out secret guards to help aid in any wars, not that there were many in the past few years.

But here you were, getting dressed into this pink, flowy gown. The pastel pink gown had a short tail, and it came all the way down to your matching pink heels, and your shoulders were completely bare to the cool air of the castle.

After they were done with the lace on the back of the beautiful dress, a pearl necklace with a quartz bead in the middle was draped around your neck, completing the look.

Standing in front of your golden mirror, you fixed the necklace so the hanging quartz was centred on your throat, then with an exhausted sigh, you turned to see the maids smiling and waiting for your approval on your outfit. “It's perfect.” You assured them, allowing them to leave and soon after you followed them, only leaving their track to make way to your throne.

-

“There is my beautiful daughter!” Your fathers voice boomed through the large room, echoing for a moment as he walked quickly over to you, wrapping his arms around you, then pulling back a little to rest his hands on your shoulders. “You look amazing, do you like your dress? I had specifically asked for it to be coloured rose gold, figured it would be more elegant, and it would seem I was correct!” I let out a heartfelt chuckle as he took your hand gently in his and twirled you in place, admiring the way your dress flowed.

“Now didn’t I tell you to get her a red dress?” Your step mother, breaking the bond you were having with your father in the moment. “I’ve told you, red would match the cape that Odin's son wears on his back.” She rushed over to you on her heels, pushing your bangs behind your ears and claiming how it only makes you look lazy and underdressed when there’s hair in your face. “I suppose you can always wear red tomorrow.” She holds your face in her skinny hands, her long painted nails touching your skin and making you want to groan on the floor. I’m not a baby.

“Well regardless of the colour, she looks elegant nonetheless.” Your father protests, his voice daring your step-mother to continue arguing. “The guests will be here any second now, so let's take our seats girls.” Then he leaves you two, your step-mother following him a second later to your thrones.

Some short minutes later, some of the castle guards moved aside from the large gate of the castle, allowing an Asgardian army to enter into parallel lines. In the centre were three men. The one in the middle was old, you assumed he was Odin since he was definitely the oldest among them, and the first thing you noticed was his eyepatch. To the right of Odin was a younger man. He was dressed in green and black and he had long slick black hair, he was rather handsome, and you wondered if his horned crown was made of gold.

Then there was the man who was being paid to protect this realm. He had short blonde hair and he was particularly larger than the other two. He was wearing a black armour that had no protection on the arms,and it had red paint in some areas, along with the armour was two braces on his arm, and a leather strap that went from his left shoulder to his hip and around his waist, which was adorned with a simple medallion.

You all stood at once. “Your Majesty, king of Asgard, I am King Ivan, ruler of Axothae, realm of the Axothans. It is an honour for you to make my lands acquaintance.” Your father paused. “Please, allow me to introduce my Queen. Queen Catherine.” He swayed his hand out to your step mother and she curtseyed Odin, then spoke again. “Your majesty, allow me to also introduce my beloved daughter, Princess Y/N. She is a true gem and brings great joy to our kingdom.” He made the same movements with his hand, allowing you to also curtsy.

Your father finished introducing the kingdom, and then Odin introduced himself and his two sons. One named Loki, the dark haired one, the other was named Thor, he was the one who would be staying for a while. After the introductions, your father stepped down off the stage for the thrones and approached Odin with respect, your step-mother and you staying behind, still standing in front of your thrones.

“So, my only daughter here, Princess Y/N…” He turns and faces you. “Will be the reward for your son, Prince Thor, for protecting the realm” He says lowly, hoping you won’t hear him, but by God you did and- What. The. Fuck.

He was giving you to another kingdom like you were some trash he could just get rid of.

The entire castle was silent, not a single sound was heard as everyone looked over to you, your mouth was now hanging open slightly and the red that was on your cheeks was becoming more prominent, suiting your rose gold dress. You weren’t sure what to say or do, so all you could do was stand there, fighting the urge to run.

“Y/N, you’re supposed to curtsy and thank him.” Your step-mother says, leaning closer to you and pulling you out of your space.

“Curtsy… him?” You mumble, the guards and every other person staring you down on all sides of the room.

“Yes, curtsy, like you did when we were introduced? They are waiting.” She says the last few words with annoyance.

You could feel your muscles tightening as all eyes were on you, and you felt like you were melting. That was enough of a hint from your body to leave the room before you had a breathing attack.

Without a word, you turned and walked down the steps of the thrones stage, lifting your dress to keep from tripping as you speed away into one of the tailor rooms that was nearby, slamming and locking the door behind you.

“Looks like someones a little nervous.” Loki speaks finally, more of a mumble.

“No, oh heavens no, she’s just upset. You know with all the attacks and pressure that has been happening, she’s been rather upset. Please your majesty, excuse my daughter, I’ll have a word with her later.” 

“That would be nice, I would like my son Thor to introduce himself to your daughter soon…” Odin claims, his voice dragged with disappointment, he was clearly feeling disrespected.

“Darling?” You could see your fathers hand pressed to the door and he walks calmly into your room. “That wasn’t very kind of you… His son is here to protect our kingdom and you couldn’t even-”

“Father, you're basically putting me up for sale here! I did not agree to this!”

“Princesses don’t get to decide whom they are wedded to.”

“It’s not about deciding, it’s about letting me know beforehand! I wasn’t aware you were setting up a marriage!”

“Lower your tone with me girl.” Your father approached your bed where you were removing your necklaces, your eyes and nose were red from crying.

“Don’t tell me what to do when you can’t even be fair with your own daughter-!”

SLAP!

Your face stung and the skin on your cheek heated up where his hand had slapped your face, and finally you had shut your mouth.

“You will do as I say, Y/N. We are having a formal dinner tonight in order to thank them for their kindness, and I expect you to be at your best behaviour. The maids will dress you appropriately for the occasion in a fine Asgardian gown. Is that understood?” He declares, he leaves absolutely no room for you to argue or answer as he turns around and leaves you in your room with your thoughts and red handprint on your cheek.

You were required to wear a dress that was a gift from Asgard. Although, with as much as you wanted to throw a tantrum and argue, you couldn’t disagree that it was a beautiful asgardian dress.

It had a red silk cape of course, and the dress perfectly rounded on the floor around your feet. There were no sleeves, and instead to hold up the front there was a silk fabric adorned with golden chains and beautiful pearls. You were sure that wearing it would at least allow Odin and his sons to forgive you for your disrespectful exit earlier.

“Would you look at that? You look amazing in red as well.” Your father boasts as you enter the banquet hall, everyone is standing around, already dressed and ready to feast.

The hall is adorned with elegant decorations and soft candlelight to set the calm mood. There’s a long, beautifully set table with the kingdom's finest plating, and luxurious linens were draped in their given areas. The guests were all dressed in their most regal attire.

“Let’s all sit and enjoy the rest of our nights shall we then?” Your father chuckles a little, and you find your nametag on the long table, you were seated between Thor and Loki, the two princes. You couldn’t help but immediately notice how well the blonde's posture was compared to Loki who slouched back and crossed his arms over his chest, whilst Thor was even kind enough to pull your chair out for you.

Moments passed of you keeping to yourself, not daring to say a single word along with Loki who clearly wasn’t interested in the occasion. “Oh and here’s our food!” Your step-mother sits up happily next to your father and she glides her hands over her silverware and plate as multiple chefs come out with steaming hot meals, some of them dressed in your kingdoms attire, others were dressed in Asgardian attire, which was almost the same but again, it was decorated in gold and precious jewels.

“You look wonderful…” You flinch a little as Thor suddenly speaks into your ear, making sure no one could hear him since it was a custom to not speak when the food is being brought out.

“Thank you…” You whisper back, feeling a little more confident in your dress.

The covers from the food were lifted and the banquet hall was filled with all kinds of smells. At first you could smell the familiar scent of roast beef and other simple dishes, which was quickly replaced by the smells of family recipes from both of your kingdoms.

As usual, everyone was handed a plate in front of them with food that the chefs knew each individual liked, and the food in the middle was for anyone who was still hungry after everyone else had finished their first meal. Everyone's plates were full of pastas, meats, and a variety of vegetables. Your plate on the other hand, seemed more empty. There was a small portion of meat, and some mixed vegetables. Luckily you weren’t given any awkward looks.

The hall is filled with lively discussions about anything from happy stories to boring politics. You haven’t said a single word since everyone started digging in, but as you lift your glass of wine and twirl the liquids inside, Thor finally speaks to you quietly again.

“Are you alright?” He gets closer to you, making sure your parents couldn’t hear his concern.

“I’m fine, why?”

“There’s not much on your plate. Parents have you on a diet?”

“No, I choose not to eat much.”

“Do you not like to conversate at the table?”

“I don’t like to conversate with strangers.” You snap a little, finally looking him in the eyes, your wine glass still in your hands on your lap, and you circle the rim of the glass with your index finger as you wait for him to respond again. Then suddenly he drops his right hand under the table and you think he’s about to touch you and you’re ready to scream, but he only gently takes the glass of wine out of your hands, then he brings it to his lips and drinks about half of it. What the actual fuck is going on?

“Little girls like you don’t need alcohol.” He says as he sets the empty wine glass back in its appropriate place. “I’d prefer if this little princess was drinking water.” He keeps his voice quiet so no one can hear the conversation, not even his brother right next to you.

“I’m not a little girl-”

“Then stop acting like one.” He cuts you off, finishing his sentence with a mocking smile, he knows you won’t act up, it’ll only make the kingdom look bad…

Weeks pass by like hours in a day and the shield around the realm is making progress. Upon the news of hearing that ‘The almighty Thor Odinson, God of Thunder, and son of Odin of Asgard’ was protecting the realm, there were many less attacks towards the throne, no one dared to cross his path with a bad intent, and he always made sure to keep an eye on you, maybe even a little too much…

“There you are.” You could only scream in your head as you heard his voice again from behind you. “Let’s get back shall we, I’d rather not have to carry you this time Princess.” You lower your bow and turn around to face him, recalling the last time he had to carry you out of the woods and back to the castle.

The sun is setting but it’s still shining brightly behind him, casting a shadow on you through his large frame, making you look smaller, and as he stepped forward, the crunch of leaves and small twigs sounded under his heavy boots and you could see he was holding Mjolnir. He looked down at you, his blue eyes seemed to burn into yours like cool fire, and his hair had grown some bit since he first showed up.

“Or you could leave me be and let me practise.” You cocked your hip out a little and held your bow in your left hand in order to show him what you were doing.

“You can practise your shooting again when your engineers have repaired the barrier, until then it is my duty to make sure your parents are safe, and that you’re my main priority.”

“I’m not your main priority.” You sneer, turning back away from him and reloading your bow.

“Considering you’re my payment, you are absolutely my main priority whether you like it or not.” You flinch a little when you hear his footsteps through the leaves again, and you know he's right behind you when you hear some of the snow on the floor crunch directly behind you. “Don’t make me ask you twice.”

A shiver runs down your spine as you lower your bow and his hot breath is felt on your ear, while his left hand rests gently on the hip of your warm dress, making you grip the bow a little tighter in your palm. “You know I’ll fight back.” You turn your head slightly, your noses touching as you do, causing you to lean your head back a little.

“And you know I’ll win.” His grip on your waist tightens a little as he fans his lips over yours. “So either you follow behind me and behave like the good little fawn you are, or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and make you regret it.”

The lower octave in his voice makes your stomach tighten, and your throat feels full of rocks as you two stare into each other's eyes, waiting for your response. His body slightly crouched down in order to barely match your height.

“Well? What’ll it be then?”

You shiver a little, his lips were still ghosting over yours.

“Make me.” You mumble, you know he doesn’t mind carrying you, and you know he’d end up punishing you for every wrong you’ve made as soon as he claims you, but until then, you plan on torturing him as much as you can.

“So be it.” Was all he said as he bent down and took hold of your knees, picking you up and carrying you over his shoulder.

“Let me down!” You shout, banging your fists on his large back and kicking your feet wildly in the air. “Let me down! Let me down! Let me down!!” You repeat, still drumming on his back but you assume he’s finding your little tantrum hysterical. “If you don’t let me down, I swear I’ll-”

“You’ll what? You’ll keep screaming for help? Tell you what, if you allow me to prove my point on how dangerous it is for you to come out this far, then I’ll let you go.” He grunts as he lets you off his shoulder holding you still by your shoulders.

“That’s it?”

“Yes. And if I’m right, then you’re not allowed to come here again without my permission.”

“And if you’re wrong?”

“Then I’ll leave the realm without another word.”

Well that’s just a done deal.

“Sounds like a good deal.” You say stupidly, bending your neck to look up at him. “But how exactly are you going to prove it?”

“Well we’re gonna see just how good of a fighter you really are, see if you’d really be able to defend yourself as you claim you’re able to.”

“Alright, let's do it.” You say confidently. This is gonna be so e-

In the snap of a moment, your back is flat against a tree and your feet are off the ground as you’re eye level with Thor. You feel something around your throat, his hand, and his entire hand was just engulfing your throat as he held you up as if you were weightless.

“Now don’t give up so easily, I’d love to see how well a princess can fight a God.” He mocks you, but there’s no humour in his voice. Was he actually pissed at you? “Well?” He raised his voice impatiently, his grip on your throat tightening.

You finally try to fight back, your grip that was on his wrists as he held onto your throat moves and you reach to claw at his forearm and to kick at his stomach, but before you can even land a single kick his grip on your throat tightens so much that you were surprised you could breathe and your neck hasn’t snapped.

You choked, gasping for air as he stood there waiting for you to prove yourself, but it was pointless, and you only lost another bet against him, you’ll never be allowed this far in the woods again.

“That’s what I thought, fawn.” He says finally, releasing your neck when your lips were numb and your face started changing colour, causing you to fall to your knees in front of him, gasping for air on your hands and knees, you could just feel his eyes on you as you caught your breath and sat back on your heels, looking up to see him, as you expected, both of his arms to his sides and his special hammer in one of his hands. “So, no more coming out here alone.” He reminds you, stepping closer to you and offering you his hand to stand, which you reluctantly take. “Good girl.” He coos as he lifts you. He was slowly taming you, and you were kind of enjoying it. “Now come, let’s get you back.”

He holds onto your hand and you’ve gotten used to how his hand swallows yours, but you really don’t mind.

“Soon enough, you won’t ever speak to me that way again, I don’t care how long it takes, you’re only making it more fun for me when you fight me.” He explains to you. “And you’ll make it easier if you don’t. I’m winning either way.” He lets go of your hand and reaches behind you, placing his large hand on your lower back at first before wrapping his arm around your waist as you two walked back to the castle.

#marvel #marvel smut #thor odinson #thor #loki #y/n #marvel fanfiction #fanfic #dark

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been brainstorming fun ideas like an assassination on barnabas’ spouse (for whatever reason, monarchs have been killed for such stupid reasons across history) and whilst barnabas n his roundtable are so alert it mathematically wouldn’t be able to get far as an attempt:

it would be so yummy how barney/bene/sleipnir react. all of them are so itching to be the ones to get vengeance if there was even a slight nick on wifey, like actually the only time bene/sleipnir momentarily don’t listen to barnabas bc they’re so intent on avenging with their own hands

you’d be like constantly tailed by sleipnir at least for a good couple months. if not 4 sleipnirs, and him as a giant horse.

It’s so incredibly improbable that you’d get so much as a scratch on you but for funsies sake, let’s pretend 😈

There’s been an attempt on your life, in broad daylight of all places. Of course it would happen when there was low security, when all three of your closest protectors had left on their own missions.

When word reached them of the attack they all abandoned their post without hesitation. Odin and Sleipnir rode through the skies in a cloud of ash, while the Wardeness of the Wind was seen flying through the air in what was sure to be gale force winds.

Even though the royal guards quickly leap into action Lord Tharmr was not satisfied, for the sole reason that you were attacked in the first place. As you lay asleep in your bedchambers, they all return, and stew in the hatred that bubbles beneath the surface.

Benedikta

How the hell could this have happened?

She promised her Lord she’d keep you safe

But more importantly, she promised you

And some bastard decided to turn her into a liar

She peeks into your bedroom, watches you sleep soundly

You fall into the sheets so comfortably, as if you didn’t just have an attempt on your life

To know that you could’ve died, that she would lose one of her closest friends again

It makes her bare her teeth in anger, makes the wind inside her pick up and turn into a tempest

She will find the bastard that did this, sooner rather than later, and when she does she will mount his head on the front of the courtyard.

Sleipnir

Sleipnir usually has something to say, some kind of quip even in the heat of battle

But today, he is silent.

He stands watch at his lady’s door, unmoving, unblinking.

The facade of his humanity is lost, and left in its place is the eikon, the eight legged horse of destruction

Already he has his clones analyze the scene of the crime, question any witnesses, gather all the information he can as to why this happened and how

He will stay and wait for you to awaken, and the moment you do he shall give you a personal entourage of protection, while he leaves to find the son of a bitch who dared touch you.

Barnabas

There is not a word that has been invented yet to describe how he feels

It’s as if the very sky itself darkens to reflect his mood, the entire country aware that their king has arrived by the pitch black clouds that hang overhead

And they darken even more when he steps inside to see you bedridden

His fingers brush against your cheek, making sure that his eyes don’t deceive him, that you are in front of him, warm, breathing, alive

He can’t imagine what he would do if you died, he just can’t. The thought of it alone makes him clench his fist until his nail pierce his skin.

There is no place, no hovel, no crack or crevice that can save the man who did this. He lives on borrowed time, the idea that he still breathes air is enough to make him sick.

And the moment he is found, he is taken directly to Barnabas. There is no court, no judge, and certainly no justice.

Sleipnir drags his body roughly across the floor, the harshness of it leaving his knees in tatters, a trail of blood behind him

Benedikta watches amused, kicking him the moment he slumps over, and then kicks him again for good measure

The moment the man enters the large stone doors, bloody and bruised, he is never seen or heard from again.

But rumors spread, rumors of agonized wails and desperate pleas of forgiveness between the castle floors

If anything is heard, no one pays attention to it

And if the three of them exit the dungeons bloody, a grin on their face, nothing is said about that either

#robo speaks #ask #final fantasy xvi #barnabas tharmr #sleipnir harbard #benedikta harman

[holdmytesseract]

Glorious Purpose - Part Five

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: You dare one last attempt to convince Odin to let Loki go. Will you be successful or not?

Warnings: pregnancy, some angst, Odin being still quite an arse

Word Count: 1,4k

a/n: The last Part is here... For now. Maybe I've got another idea brewing in my mind for them... But we'll see! ;) Nevertheless, I hope you guys enjoy this Part! :D

Tagging: @speedy-object-dream @megzdoodle @chantsdemarins @johnmurphys-sass @lokisgoodgirl

Links to the other Parts:

Glorious Purpose - Part One

Glorious Purpose - Part Two

Glorious Purpose - Part Three

Glorious Purpose - Part Four

"Allfather, please..." I was almost on my knees by now, begging the mighty man, sitting on his golden throne in front of me. "Please listen to what I have to say." I saw how Odin took a deep breath. He was visibly annoyed by my sheer presence. Well… I somehow couldn't blame him. I spent the lot of my time in the throne room, begging him to spare Loki from his fate. Unfortunately, it didn't help mine or Loki's situation that Odin found out about my little trip to Loki's cell a week ago. He had been furious. So furious, that I was surprised that I was still alive... It didn't keep me from fighting for Loki, though.

"Speak." I bowed my head. "Thank you, Allfather." I may have been desperate and controlled by my feelings - and probably also my hormones, but that didn't mean I lost all my good manners. "It wasn't Loki's fault. He never intended to hurt these people or to destroy the-" Odin sighed, interrupting me. "I heard that before. This argument has long since lost its meaning." I hated that he didn't even let me speak. I was the wife of his son; the mother of his grandchild and he seemingly didn't care at all. "He was manipulated a-and brainwashed by this mad titan! Thanos forced him to attack New York! Thanos forced him to claim Midgard as his throne!" Odin looked at me scrutinizing, his gaze boring into mine. I couldn't tell by the look on his face, what was going through his mind. "My son got manipulated and brainwashed you say?" This was the first moment, I thought that maybe, maybe Odin's mind could be actually changed. I nodded quickly. "Yes, Allfather." I heard, how the mighty God above me took a deep breath, before he leaned slightly forward in his throne. "And do you have any proof of that, my child?" I swallowed hard. And there went my confidence again. "No..." I whispered. "I haven't." "So, you await from me to just believe you?" Once again, I nodded, was already on the verge of crying. "I beg you, Allfather." What should I do more? I was already on my knees. I couldn’t sink any deeper. "I understand your intentions; know, that I always did. You want to fight for my son - how it should be..." Odin paused, looked me once again dead in the eye. "But I won't change my mind. This might be very tragic and I am sorry that my son isn't able to witness your pregnancy and the birth of his child, but he brought this upon himself. Manipulated or not... He made his choice - and so did I." That was the moment, the world caved in on me once again. I had been so full of hope; thought that maybe this would assuage the Allfather - but oh, Norns… I had never been so wrong before. I felt how my eyes spilled over with tears; the hot liquid running down my cheeks. "So... This is your last word? Loki won't be released? He is going to miss the rest of my pregnancy and the birth of his child?" The Allfather's expression was still stoically. He kept a straight face, but I could literally hear the gears turning in his head. "You may visit him as often as you like, but nothing more. This is my last word. You may leave now." I nodded, "T-Thank you, Allfather." and curtsied, before I left the throne room again on wobbly legs. I didn't know what to think about this. Yes, Odin allowed me at least to see and visit Loki whenever I desired, but nevertheless... It wasn't fair. Our daughter shouldn't visit her father in the dungeons...

I went back to mine and Loki's chambers to gather my coat, which I threw over my shoulders, before I made my way down to the dungeons. I needed to talk to Loki. The way to the dungeons was long, but in the end, I reached my destination. Two guards were positioned in front of the entrance. "Princess Y/N... What brings you here?" Asked the taller one. "I want to visit my husband. Odin allowed it." The two men looked at each other sceptical. "It's the truth, I promise. But I understand that you don't trust me. If I am lying and you are facing Odin's wrath because you let me pass, then I promise I am going to take the blame." The guards exchanged another look, before the taller one sighed. "Alright. We let you pass." They stepped aside, letting me through. "Thank you." I went down the staircase of the coldest and darkest place in the palace. Freezing, I pulled my coat closer against my body to provide myself some warmth. And it wasn't just my body, who didn't like the cold... I felt how the baby moved around inside me, seemingly trying to protest. "I know, my love. I am sorry." I whispered, running a hand over my clothed baby bump. "Does it make you feel better, when I tell you, that you are about to hear your father speak?" The movements inside my belly ceased once again. "I take that as a yes..."

I was lucky that I remembered the way to Loki's cell and could go to him on my own. I passed by another guard on my way, to whom I explained my presence as well. When I reached Loki's cell, I noticed that he was standing, hands folded behind his back. He seemed to be deeply in thoughts. "Loki..." I tried to get his attention and saw, how his back tensed, before he turned around to face me. "Y/N..." I smiled at him, softly nodding. "I talked with your father." Loki's eyebrows lifted, eyes glimmering with hope. "What did he say?" As fast as my smile came, as fast was it gone again. I swallowed, before I shook merely my head. Loki avoided his gaze and squeezed his eyes shut tightly. "I am so sorry." I whispered softly. My eyes didn't leave Loki, causing me to notice how he clenched his hands into fists. That was the moment I knew I needed to get inside the cell. Luckily was the patrolling guard just passing us by. He was sceptical at first, but I assured him that it was okay and that Odin agreed to this - what wasn't a lie.

"Lokes..." I reached for his hand, intertwining it with mine. "Why did I even believe for one second that Odin could change his mind?" He shook his head. "How foolish of me..." "No, Loki." I shook my head as well and gave his hand a squeeze. "I believed in it as well. I never stopped believing." Loki looked at me again with troubled oceanic blue eyes. "And what now? Am I damned to wait every night for Thor to smuggle you back inside her? Am I damned to hear from a guard that my daughter is born? Will this be how it goes?" Loki sounded more than desperate. "I couldn't change the Allfather's mind, but... He allowed me to visit you whenever I desire." The expression on Loki's face softened. "Really?" He gasped. I nodded quickly and let go of his hand to wrap both my arms around his neck. "Yes. I know it's not much, but... It is at least something." Tears started to build up in the eyes of my husband. "I can see you, Y/N... That's all that counts. I don't care if I am locked inside her, as long as I can see you and make sure you are safe and sound." His words made me cry as well, of course. "But especially..." Loki leaned his forehead against mine and brought his hands up to cup the bump which was our daughter. "I can watch our sweet girl grow." He choked out, smiling. "And who knows... Perhaps Odin lets me witness her birth as well - but we'll see about that. For now, I just want to be with you." I smiled through the tears; couldn't contain my happiness about the mere fact, that I was able to just be with him any longer. I buried my hands in his raven locks and pulled him down for an earth-shattering kiss.

Life wasn't fair, yes - but love was, and maybe Loki and my love would find a way.

#loki laufeyson x female reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki imagine #loki oneshot #loki fanfic #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x fem!reader #tom hiddleston x y/n #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston characters

[november-rayne]

The Unthinkable Offering (A Loki FanFiction)

Imprisoned and isolated. Seidr suppressed. All but forgotten.

Loki has been sentenced to life in prison after the attack on New York. Circumstances lead Odin to reverse his decision, but Loki's freedom comes with a heavy price.

Chapter 1: The Prologue

How many times had he dreamt of this, laying on that small cot thousands of nights in a row? Dreaming of having someone beside him. Being able to reach out and feel softness, to feel warmth. How many nights had he laid there longing to touch and be touched in return? Longing for someone to talk to and to listen to. Longing for someone to call his own. Wishing for someone who could love him despite what he is or what he has done.

How cruel it was to keep him isolated. Caged. To have one’s freedoms, one’s choices stripped away was one thing. To be kept completely solitary was another. Cruel was too weak a word for what was done to him.

But, how much crueler was this? To have something he craved for so long, so close, but not being able to reach out for it. For her. The child. No. This was much bleaker.

Loki turned his eyes towards her again. Her soft angelic face, smooth as porcelain was bathed in moonlight from the tall windows of their bedchamber. Her long eyelashes were fanning the tops of her cheeks as she slept. Her full lips were slightly parted as she took slow steady breaths. So innocent. So pure. He would not be the one to taint her. He would not contaminate her with his seed. No, absolutely not.

He dared not let his gaze drift lower than her face. He knew what he would see: a woman’s body. While he was locked away from the world she had grown up. She had come of age. Her body had changed, but her eyes were still the same. And when he looked into her eyes, he only saw the child that he had known before he fell from the Bifrost.

She was sleeping on her side facing him. She always slept facing him. One hand tucked under her cheek the other outstretched towards him.

An offer.

An invitation.

One that he would not accept. Her left hand lay on the bed between them. His ring on her finger.

Damn you, Odin. Damn you to Hel. She deserved better than this. She deserved a real husband. Someone closer to her own age. Someone good. Someone Asgardian. Or Vanir. Or even bloody Midgardian! Not a monster. Not a beast.

A fresh wave of frustration washed over him, and he turned his eyes back to the ceiling again. He had to remain calm. None of this was her fault. Even though she stupidly agreed to marry him. She was a child. Easily manipulated by the King to accept. Pressured into compliance for his own gains. She had no idea what she was truly agreeing to. She thought she was marrying the same person she remembered from her childhood. The one who entertained her and her sisters with seidr. The one who would listen to her run-on stories. The one she used to pick dandelions for. The one who thought he was a son of Odin.

But he was no longer that person. How could he be? That person was not real. That person never existed. That person was a fiction made up by Odin.

Loki Odinson.

He scoffed to himself as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. He sat there for a moment, thinking about the predicament he found himself in as he stared at the intricate golden cuff around his right ankle. He should have just been left to rot beneath the palace. It would have been kinder than this. He had not truly regained his freedom. Only his cell had changed. Trapped in these chambers. And now with a hostage. He would not give in to Odin’s demand. He would not produce an heir. Not with her. Not with anyone.

He walked out of the bedroom, poured himself a drink and held the cool crystal to his forehead. He needed air. Stepping out onto the balcony, he took in the sight laid out before him. The golden city. Sleepy and dark. Night insects trilling, calling out for a mate. A cool breeze providing him with a bit of calm. He went so many years without fresh air. He would never take these small comforts for granted again.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He relished the feel of the cool air filling his lungs and the light breeze moving his hair.

And then he heard her as she came through the doors behind him.

“You should be asleep.” He scolded her without turning to face her.

“You should be as well.” Her voice small, afraid to anger him.

“Go back to bed.” He sighed as he walked further out onto the balcony.

“Will you come too?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

She made no move to go back inside.

Loki sighed again and walked further away from her to rest his hands on the stone railing.

Irritation prickled him as he heard her bare feet shuffle cross the stone tiles to stand beside him. He did not look at her, but he could see from his peripheral vision that she had not donned a robe. She was standing out there in the thin nightgown she usually slept in.

“I told you to go back to bed.”

“I thought I might join you for a little while.”

“Do you wish to fall ill?”

“No.”

“You are not dressed for the night air.”

“I am fine. Really. I rather enjoy the coolness on my skin.”

Loki froze. His posture stiffened and he clenched his hands into fists.

“I do not want your company. Go back to bed.”

She muttered a quiet apology and quickly retreated inside.

Her skin.

Her warm skin.

His cool hands skimming her warm, soft skin. How dare she bring that image into his mind. He flexed his hands, trying to banish the phantom feeling of warmth his imagination had brought to his fingertips.

Monster.

He could never let himself forget who he truly was. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. The monster parents tell their children about at night.

He never should have bartered for his freedom. He should have remembered Odin’s deals only benefit himself.

#The Unthinkable Offering #loki fanfic #loki #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #loki fandom #loki laufeyson #loki fanfiction #tom hiddleston characters #loki angst #loki slow burn

[lokiinmediasideblog]

sigyn stans are one of the most thin skinned people on the internet and they don't realize no one would mind their bland fave if they weren't the ones shoving her down everyone's throats, putting down other loki love interests to prop her up as the only one who can love him right, throwing fits when she's absent from loki media as if the actual myth sigyn wasn't a very minor character that only appears in one myth, and finding ways to shoehorn her in every loki story ever even when she wouldn't fit. then they have the gal of acting like people being fed with her and her stans is misogyny or feeling threatened by her non existent presence, with a side of projection in accusing those who dislike her of wanting their self insert oc to bang loki instead when sigyn is the ultimate self insert oc. like, cmon, you can't claim that you ship loki and sigyn because you like the way their personalities match when sigyn canonically doesn't have one (unless you consider "misogynistic to other women" a personality)

Exactly, and this is to clarify for those lacking context, I am talking about Marvel's Sigyn. Interpret the myths however you want.

Being misogynistic to other women and ridiculously unintelligent and waifish caricature of women (she was given a way out on a silver platter and everyone was begging her to take it) are her only personality traits. Marvel's Sigyn was written by cishet white men that thought it was "saintly" to stay with abusers. I really hate how it's treated as "saintly" rather than as a neutral trait. By that definition, I am also "a saint" due to past experiences. I will never get over j*nquilcl*gane praising Marvel Sigyn slut-shaming Amora and Lorelei, and Sigyn being glad that Amora is being given off to a giant forcefully in "Ages of Thunder."

Also, if you look that user up on Tumblr (I think her blocking me, allowed this to show up in the top results lol), she harrassed an RP blog for shipping comics-based Doomki in and was very gross about it. The way she constantly accuses everyone that doesn't care for their prop of a character as "lusting over Loki" is nasty and disgusting.

I got accused of "lusting over Loki" for pointing out that Vali being considered Loki's son is a transcription error and thus he's actually Odin's son (so she's not accurate either), and asking why she's losing her shit over people using myth-based names for children OCs for their ships. Also, she just makes shit up such as "Sigyn is associated with foxes."

Like I love Loki, like yes, he's pretty, but I just project traumas onto him and like reading meta and fic about him. And I'd be very disappointed in TH if he dared to think of cheating on ZA with me.

I have no idea why I could see her replies to my submission to an ask blog (seems like they finally posted it lol, took a long time, it was in response to someone complaining about Ikol for "having their friends beat up Sigyn" when Sigyn and the exes tied him up to hang from the ceiling of a warehouse, and attacked Ikol's friends).

Example of a Sygin stan being gross to a Doomki RP blog:

#jonquilclegane #she's the fucking worst #earth 616 #comics!sigyn #anti logyn #comics!loki #fandom wank #marvel comics #anon asks

[thissmallplace]

Thunder In The Land Of The Sun

Chapter 3

Thor flew closer to the stranger, stretched his arms, showed his palms in a placating gesture with Mjölnir dangling from his wrist.

"Greetings, majestic stranger! I am Thor of Asgard, god of thunder, son of Odin, the Allfather, and Frigga goddess of the sky, home and wisdom." Thor introduced himself loudly as he hovered near the stranger. He had a better view of him from there.

The stranger looked up at Thor and he studied the blond god from behind his helmet. His deep, hematite eyes were hidden behind a fearsome greenish-blue helmet with round goggles, fangs, and long feathers decorating the top and back of it as if they were a lions mane.

"I hope you forgive me for..." Thor was about to apologise for somehow alerting or angering the stranger when he was quickly interrupted by a thunderbolt that hit him right on the chest and made him slightly lose his balance. All of the electical power was absorbed by Thor's body and the stranger looked confused for a second and then he angrily stomped.

"You, Thor of Asgard, go back to your realm! Go back there and never again try to make it rain in my land, in my dominions!" The stranger shouted in Allspeak.

Thor frowned. "You didn't even let me explain my presence here! Last time I came here I was received with regal hospitality! You are putting your elders, those welcoming and friendly gods I met then, to shame! Your rudeness mars their memory!" He replied.

Thor received more blasts of thunderbolts as a response and his body absorbed all their power to the stranger's frustation.

"Why? How dare you use your alien trickery instead of fighting honorably as you should? Everytime you do that..." the stranger made a gesture as if he were gathering something to his core, meaning how Thor's body absorbed the blasts of thunderbolts he had attacked him with." You disrespect me when you do that! You dare defy me, Tláloc, god of earthly fertility and water, giver of life and sustenance, feared for my power over hail, thunder, and lightning."

"You're like me!" Thor exclaimed and grinned." You are a god and...a king of your realm?" He asked.

"Not a king. A prince...but not anymore. I am a god. And I am not like you, yellow-haired fool!" Tlaloc said angrily.

"I meant...our power is similar. I bet if I fired lightning at you, you would be unharmed, just like I. Forgive me for this. I have to show you." Thor said and without a second thought he shot lighting at Tláloc.

Just like Thor's, Tlaloc's body absorbed the energy and the dark-haired god gasped. He was about to charge towards Thor who had landed near him when a jade green blur moved quickly to appear between them.

" Why do you always have to be so defensive, darling?" Thor saw the one who had come between him and Tlalóc and couldn't help but notice the beauty of her face and her flowy, jade green dress.

" Chalchiuhtlicue! This corn-haired intruder was bringing the storm with him! He was making it rain! It's my storm. This is my realm!" Tlaloc acused Thor, he took off his helmet and Thor could finally see his sad, large hematite eyes and his handsome features.

"Corn-haired." Thor repeated under his breath as he lightly touched a lock of his hair.

" I heard it all. You left me there waiting for you! I heard the son of Odin introducing himself. And I heard you acting so unlike you. We are hospitable, darling!" She said and walked closer to Thor after taking her husband by the hand.

"Chal!" Tlaloc said through clenched teeth, but he let her lead him and even held her hand a little tighter.

"Thor Odinson, son of Asgard, protector of Earth, if you come as a visitor, an ally to our people, and a friend, you are welcome to the land of the sun and the navel of the moon. But if you come to try to invade us and disrespect us, you'll see us turn into warrior gods and most formidable enemies." She said while looking at Thor with intense, focused, piercing, black eyes.

"My goddess, and my lady, I would never invade or disrespect you, your people, and your realm. I feel nothing but respect and true affection for Midgard, for Midgardians. I know this realm has its own deities I am eager to meet and, if that is their will, befriend." Thor replied and bowed gracefully to the Aztec gods before him.

"Why were you trying to bring the storm upon my realm?" Tlaloc asked looking at Thor through narrowed eyes.

Thor looked down and he tried to hide his pained expression."I'm mourning, my friend. Sometimes lately, without me wanting it, my restless heart influences the weather around me. I must ask you to forgive me. I can control it. It's just that...it happens sometimes." He admitted.

Tlaloc held his helmet in one hand and stepped closer. Chal was looking at Thor's apologetic expression, at the wetness in his eyes.

"Who have you lost?" She straightforwardly asked.

Tlaloc squeezed her hand and shook his head." He doesn't need to tell us. It's understood. We need no details. Men don't like to talk about such things." He whispered.

"He's no man. You are no man. We are gods, not human." She replied.

"It's fine. I wish I didn't have to say these painful things, but they happened, they are true. I lost my brother and my mother recently." Thor replied and looked at Tlaloc with tears in his eyes he couldn't hide.

Tlaloc nodded and took a deep breath. He didn't say anything but his eyes reflected Thor's sadness.

"Our beloved are the ones who can really ruin us. Those we love are the source of our greatest joy and also our greatest sorrow." Tlaloc finally said.

"What brings you here, son of Odin?" Chalchiuhtlicue asked.

" I've been here before, my lady. I visited here with my family when I was a child. I find some solace in the places where I once was happy with them, with my mother and my brother." Thor said and he looked beseechingly at Chalchiuhtlicue and Tlaloc.

"Weren't you fighting some miscreants in the north?" Tlaloc asked.

"As an Avenger, yes, my friend." Thor said quickly.

"You might be wondering why I'm not helping my people the way you do. But I help them... It is different for me. We lost of our eternal realm. I bring them rain, I make their crops grow." Tlaloc was speaking fast, nervously, defensively.

Chal looked down sadly and passed her beautiful arm around her husband's waist." It's all right, my love." She whispered.

"Come with us, we'll show you our home from where we watch over our people." Chalchiuhtlicue invited Thor. Tlaloc was upset but quiet. He just nodded as Thor followed them.

They stood at the peak of the greatest volcano in the country and Thor admired the green forests and valleys below it.

"Midgard is full of such beauty." Thor said." But it's not always our completely our home."

"We used to rule from our eternal realm, it was home for us. Now we have made Earth our dwelling." Tlaloc explained.

"This is the new Tlalocan." Chalchiuhtlicue said and showed Thor the hidden palace in the forest where they lived.

"Do Midgardians see you here? Do they come here to seek your advice, protection and help?" Thor asked.

"Only a few of them who still believe in us. We don't reveal ourselves to most of them like you. They don't even think we're real." Tlaloc explained.

Thor nodded. Other gods did the same as Tlaloc and Chalchiuhtlicue, he understood them, but he thought and felt differently.

"And my brothers...they just mix among mortals pretending to be some of them. We are estranged." Tlaloc admitted.

"I didn't meet any of you when I came here. I met your parents, I think. I might be remembering things wrongly because I was almost a baby when we met them." Thor said.

" I think we are only a little younger than you, Thor. But we know of the gods of Asgard because our ancestors wrote about your visit." Chalchiuhtlicue explained.

"May I enquire where the others are?" Thor asked them.

"Tezcatlipoca dwells in Mexico City. Quetzalcoatl lives nearby in the valleys and mountain range south of the city. Huitzilopochtli sometimes dwells with them, but he travels constantly. Only Ehecatl remained loyal to me and the old ways and stays here in new Tlalocan by my side. He is a good brother." Tlaloc replied.

Thor couldn't help it, he immediately thought of Loki and Frigga and his heart ached. He also thought of his other brothers, his dear cousins and, inevitably, of his father.

"I hope you can reconcile with your estranged siblings soon." Thor's voice was deep and softly sad.

"That's my wish, prince of Asgard, but I don't think it will be granted any time soon." Tlaloc said and put his hand on Thor's shoulder." Feel welcome, our new friend. You can stay in Tlalocan for as long as you want as our honoured guest."

Thor's smile grew wider and warmer. He bowed gratefully at his hosts with a fist to his chest. He accepted their hospitality for a couple of days. He would travel south in search of Tlaloc's siblings. He wanted to understand why their realm had perished. He wanted to know if there was something Asgard could do to help them recover their eternal realm.

Tbc...

#thor #thor odinson #loki #thor and loki #loki odinson #my fic #fic: thunder in the land of the sun

[spyglassrealms]

I’M LAUGHING SO HARD I was just at the doctor’s office and they tried to take a blood sample so I shouted “how dare you attack the son of Odin” WELL I JUST LOOKED THEY GAVE ME A THOR BAND-AID

#how dare you attack the son of Odin #spy is funny #my life is a sitcom and i am my own laugh track

[dyns33]

The Kid

I needed to do a Loki x Y/N, including Kid Loki and Croki, because I love them. 

      Being in this desolate place was bad enough, with all these unbearable variants being even worse, but Loki didn't think that Y/N would make the experience really unpleasant.

She wasn't doing anything wrong though. She was just being nice.

But as soon as they arrived, Loki noticed that she had quickly approached the kid with the alligator. She talked to him a lot, asked if he was tired, if he was cold, if he was hungry, she held his hand, tucked him in when he went to sleep...

And the kid seemed to love it ! He showed a huge smile as soon as she got close to him. If he had dared to look at Loki during one of these moments, and had seemed to be laughing at him, he would have killed this little worm, king or not.

Why did Y/N care so much about him ? He was just another Loki, a variant. And he already had lackeys to take care of him.

He too needed attention ! He too was sad, and lost, and isolated in this crazy world ! Besides, the kid didn't deserve all of this ! He was the worst of them, that was even why he was the king of this degenerate kingdom.

           "You don't have to do all of that, you know ?" he couldn't help saying when they were finally alone.

           "Do what ?"

           "With the kid. Why are you like that ?"

           "I have a thing for children."

           "Yuck."

"Not like th… Idiot. He's just a kid. Can you imagine being alone here at his age ?"

           "He is not alone."

           "He's with Lokis. Don't take it the wrong way, but you're not always the best of company, so with a little one ? He should be with other kids, friends, family."

           "Oh family." Loki sneered. "You forgot why he's here. He didn't really have a family already, but he destroyed it on his own, he can't complain about it."

Y/N made a strange face, clenching her fist, as if she wanted to hit him. No, Loki knew she wanted to, but she was holding back. Yet he was right. The kid had killed Thor. It was not hard to imagine what happened next. Odin and Freya's faces when they saw what he had done to their beloved son. The panic all over Asgard.

If the TVA had not come to pick him up, he would have suffered a much more terrible fate. And perfectly deserved.

           "I spoke with him, you know."

           "You've talked a lot together."

           "Shut your mouth." Y/N ordered. "You think you know, but you don't know anything. I asked him what happened. Remember ? Your stupid games ? The day you turned into a snake for your brother to approach and that you stab him. It was for fun. Nothing bad. With you, he laughed. With him... There was a problem. It was not planned, Loki, it was an accident. He didn't want to kill him."

           "That's what he says."

           "Shut up. He's not lying, I saw it in his child's eyes. I see it in your eyes."

           "What ?" Loki growled.

           "Please. You've always been jealous of Thor, but you haven't always hated him. Remember. At his age, you would never have wanted such a thing. And... Even now."

Now ? Ridiculous. Of course Loki wanted to kill his brother now, after everything that had happened. Maybe the kid had been through something else, which had given him this desire earlier than him. He just succeeded sooner.

           "It's you who are being ridiculous, because you know very well that you don't want Thor to die."

           "Have you already forgotten about New York ? It wasn't that long ago though."

           "I remember. I remember all the times you had the chance to kill him. But you never did. Not really. Oh, you hate him. You want him to suffer, like you suffered. That's why you attacked Earth, his favourite world. That you hurt those he loves. That you lie to him. But you don't want him to disappear, because you still love him. He's your brother."

           "Stop."

           "I also saw how you looked at the kid when he told you about his crime. There was no respect or fear in your eyes. No. You were mad. You hate the boy. You judged him. And you know what ? They all judge him here, and they pity him. Because they know he blames himself. That's why he's their king, because he's the saddest of them all."

           "He doesn't seem to have a lot of remorse." spat Loki.

           "It's been long age now, he's been living with it. Why do you think he carries the alligator like this ? It's his mission, to take care of this little being, to protect him, as if he were his brother. He has nothing else. Like you said so well, he doesn't have his family anymore. He would never have the life he could have had. Everyone thinks he's a monster, he... Oh."

The tension then subsided, Y/N relaxing, not pouting anymore and slowly approaching, as if Loki was a wounded animal. He let her do it, a little because he was curious to know what she was going to do, and a little because it had been a while since she had been so close to him.

           "What ?"

           "You are jealous." she declared.

           "What ?! No !"

           "You are."

           "Ridiculous !"

           "Loki..."

Still very slowly, as if she didn't want to scare him, she put her arms around his shoulders and hugged him tenderly. The last person to hug him was his mother. He no longer remembered her perfume. He would never see her again.

           "I can be your alligator if you want."

           "... This is the strangest thing I've ever been told."

           "Does that mean no ?"

           "I did not say that !"

They stayed that way until it was time to return to the Variants' hideout. Before that, Y/N asked him to be nicer to the kid. To put himself in his shoes. Imagine how he would have felt if it had happened to him when he was so young and had landed in this place with no one by his side, and knowing that everyone hated him.

Loki sighed. That didn't mean he deserved to be the king, or to have more attention, or that he was the best. In the end they had all done something wrong, and they had all suffered while being taken away by the TVA. Loki was the best, the right version, the superior one. But as he passed him, he patted the kid's head.

This made Y/N and the other variants smile. Not the kid, who attacked him with a knife, while the alligator tried to eat his leg. Little shit.

#loki #loki imagine #loki fanfiction #loki x reader #kid loki #croki

[solinarimoon]

On Raven’s Wings - chapter one

A/N: Slow burn, angsty OC character insert for portions of season 3 for The Last Kingdom. The moodboard is mine with images from Pinterest.

Warnings: Canon violence, implied sexual mistreatment

Word Count: 4,280

Masterlist

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Flames danced and sent shadows across the faces of the people huddled around its warmth.  The approaching winter air sent chills and shivers along the skin of the Danes in the camp.  A promise of the cold season to come.

Sihtric sat quietly, listening. Observing.  Most of the conversation surrounding him was menial, inconsequential.  But the dark-haired Dane made sure his ears were ready to tune into any important details.  Anything that might be useful to him and his cause.

Across from him, the witch, Skade sat watching too.  Her piercing gaze content to be focused on others for the moment.  Whenever her eyes did land on him, he had to suppress a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold.  Her stare gave the eerie sense of piercing through to someone’s core and seeing them for all their fears. Their hidden secrets.  

She made him uneasy.

“Who is that, Bloodhair?” Haesten’s words seized Sihtric’s interest, “She joined us with your men from the south, did she not? Have you another witch you’ve been hiding?” 

Casually, so as not to rouse any suspicion, Sihtric turned to stare along with the rest of his companions across the width of the camp where Haesten had gestured.

A woman sat, alone and huddled near a small fire, her flaxen hair whipping in the growing wind.

Unable to resist further agitating Bloodhair’s ire, Haesten continued, “Have you kept another Seer hidden away from us so someone would not steal her too?”

Bloodhair had made no indication of answering Haesten’s questions.  Nor had his eyes traveled to look across the camp at the woman in question.  His stare was fixed as it had been all night.  Expressing unspoken words across the flames.

Skade stared back at him as she replied, “Muninn is no Seer.”

Feeling compelled to break his reserve, Sihtric questioned, “Muninn.  Like Odin’s raven.  Why do you call her that?”

“Because she has been useful.  She provides information,” Bloodhair broke his silence, his voice dark and full of frustration.  Still, he did not let his eyes leave Skade.

Sihtric turned his attention back to the young woman, his ears still trained on the conversation around him.

“A spy?” Cnut questioned, joining the conversation and staring at the woman before turning to look at Bloodhair.

“Like Odin’s Ravens, she has fed us information about the Saxons.  And in return we have let her live.” Skade sneered the response, her mouth quirking upwards in a crooked smile.

“Is she Saxon?” Haeston questioned, “She has a strange look.”

Indeed, the woman did seem out of place clashing with the Danish camp.  Her hair, the color of sand on a beach, was partially pulled back in a loose braid.  A bow and quiver rested at her side, of Saxon make.  And her dress was similar in design to those Saxon women wore, having none of the ornament or decoration often adorning Danish garb.  

Yet something in the set of her shoulders felt familiar.  At ease in her surroundings, if not unhappy with them. 

“She does not know what she is,” Skade smirked back at Bloodhair as she answered Haesten’s question, “She does not know who she is.  And she will serve her purpose.”  The Seer’s words were cryptic as ever.

“And what purpose would that be?” Cnut’s question hung in the air.

 “It will reveal itself,” Skade answered, her words biting like the cold, “in time.”

Slowly, conversations melted into other topics. Sihtric allowed his eyes to wander back to the young woman.  

As the hour grew late, more and more of the camp retired to their tents for warmth and rest.

When Sihtric finally stood to walk to his own tent, she was still there, watching the flames.

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The fight did not last long.  All of the odds were in Bloodhair’s favor as he attacked and beat Haesten down.

The hulking Danish warlord had grown tired of Haesten’s insults and jibes. His constant picking. They had made the square. They would settle the bad blood by shedding one another’s until one remained alive. The victor. And Bloodhair was a great fighter. 

As expected, he held Haesten under his thumb. Poised to humiliate and defeat.  Until Bloodhair began to falter.  As if struck by a spell.  Staggering, the towering warrior no longer had the wits to fight back, instead only able to block and deflect Haesten’s blows. 

He reeled around on his knees, the snow and mud sliding underneath him.  His eyes scanned the crowd. Sudden and clumsy, Bloodhair lurched towards Skade, a look of betrayal lining his face.  And Skade did nothing but smirk at his distress from her place in the crowd.

Sihtric watched along with the gathered men, in grim understanding.  Skade was the orchestrator of this dance.  And she led the steps, ending with her knives striking the life from Bloodhair’s flesh.  

Sihtric had quailed at the swift movements and sudden appearance of her knives, the action ended before he could even register it. 

As the fallen warrior’s life flowed from his body, Haesten stepped forward.  Kneeling, he placed Bloodhair’s blade in his hand.  A final gesture of respect for a fallen warrior.  The two men had begrudged each other throughout their campaign.  Chided one another.  But a warrior deserved a warrior’s death.  

Sihtric stared on at the grim display.

“She is poison to all men,” he whispered his thoughts to the wind while the crowd dispersed.

A quiet voice spoke, low and full of scorn, “Her malice reaches beyond men.”  

Muninn had materialized as if vapor at his elbow. 

The woman’s face betrayed a deep hatred, a rage burning under her surface. 

Attempting to mask how startled her appearance made him, Sihtric turned on his heel to look at her, assessing her. 

Her long blonde hair, soft and wind-swept.  Her head was of a height with his chin and her shoulders were set firm, arms crossed, wrapping herself in her cloak. 

“You are the one Bloodhair called Muninn,” Sihtric gauged, noting how she flinched at the name, her mouth pursed and nose creased, “his Saxon spy.”

“I am neither,” she whispered, voice laced with scorn, “and that is not my name.” 

“Is it not true that you fed him information about the Saxons, about your own people.”

“Half truths.  He was meant to be a means to an end,”

She huffed, before breathing out, weakly, “An end that can no longer be.”

Sihtric frowned. There was a slight quaver in her voice. A wavering. Very slight. But he heard it. 

She did not look at him. But continued to stare at the corpse of Bloodhair before shifting her head up, eyes focusing on something else. Sihtric turned to follow her eyes and saw Skade watching them. One brow raised and that daring smirk gracing her lips before Haesten took the witch by the arm and escorted her away from the crowd.

A shift in the air at his side let him know Muninn was gone. 

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“You were Uhtred’s man?”

Her voice broke the silence that permeated between them.  The pair sat watching at the edge of the camp, while Skade gathered her herbs and leaves from beneath the tree in the field.

Sihtric had been shadowing the witch, learning her routines when he had come upon Muninn.  She sat, legs crossed beneath her on the ground, a bundle of sticks and some bird feathers at her side.  He watched as she used a knife to shape the sticks, molding them as if they were clay.  He was supposed to be learning about Skade, but the rhythmic sound of her knife scraping along the sticks, whittling them into straight shafts was mesmerizing.  

The constant vigilance and scouting throughout the camp wore on him. And the sound of her knife against the wood was like a mother’s gentle humming. A rhythm that sets one to ease and calms the nerves. He was entranced. 

Until her voice roused him.  He did not even know she was aware of his presence behind her.  He closed the distance between them and walked up to stand beside her.

“Uhtred Ragnarson?” she questioned again, “You were his oathman?”

He turned his eyes to look down at her, still working at the wood in her hand.  When he did not answer her, she paused, turning her head up to meet his eyes waiting for his reply.

“It is true, I was,” he conceded.

“Your name is Sihtric.” This time it was not a question, but he answered anyway.

“That is my name.”

Muninn continued to look at him, before probing, “Sihtric…” 

She let his name hang in the air.

“Sihtric Kjartanson,” he replied, giving her his father’s name.  He could not be sure, but he thought he saw something in her face when he spoke the name Kjartan.  A flicker of something, beneath her surface.

“Why are you watching her?”

He furrowed his brow, caught off guard by her probing. He felt immense scrutiny from others in the camp for his abandonment of his lord. But the calculating looks from these two women were the only ones that made his lies falter. 

Returning his eyes to watch Skade in the distance, he still felt her scrutiny. He huffed before finding his reply. 

“In truth, I do not know what I wish to find by watching her.” It was not a lie. He didn’t know exactly what he needed to find but knew he needed to watch her to find it. To have something to bring to Uhtred. 

“Like many poisons, she can be addicting,” at her words, he cut his eyes to see the woman had returned her attention to fletching her arrows with the feathers at her side. Her fingers moved deftly, with purpose.  After a few moments pause, she continued her thought, “but I do not think that is what brings your eyes to her, Sihtric. Son of Kjartan.”  

Now he heard it.  The scorn and anger lacing her words.  The disdain he had detected earlier now plain.

Before he was able to register her anger and form a reply, she had gathered her arrows and was gone.

Sihtric was left standing, watching as she strode back through the camp, her honey blonde hair flying in the cold and her cloak billowing behind her.  She did not look back.

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Walking briskly along the corridor of tents and cookfires, she pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders, bracing from the cold.

She had been skirting the edges of the camp, trying to remain away from questions, away from prying eyes and wandering hands.  Hidden.  But still she needed to get to her tent for the night.  

In the weeks since Bloodhair’s death, she had to ferret out the safest times for her to move through the camp without drawing attention to herself.   

Better to exist along the edges. The periphery. Like a ghost. 

Attracting the eyes of the men in the camp would not help her cause. 

But neither would skulking along from shadow to shadow like an assassin. 

“I cannot appear as a threat,” she thought to herself continually, “Better to be a mouse. A casual presence that does not bring one's focus when you are quiet and keep away from the crowd.”

“The bear cub disguised as a mouse,” she mused. Her lips curled into a small, sad grin at the thought. 

“Muninn!”

The shout startled her, stopping her feet fast to the ground. 

“Damn that Raven,” she cursed under her breath before turning towards the voice. “I am no Raven,” she finished in her head while scanning to her right for the voice.

“Over here, little Raven,” it was Haesten, leering at her from across a table, “Bloodhair’s other pet.”

Several others were scattered around the table. Cnut at one end, a knife in his hand.  Casually he balanced the tip against the wood, toying with the hilt. Not putting enough pressure to scar the wood but not letting the knife fall either. 

“Not threatening,” the young woman thought, “but accessible.” 

Skade sat next to Haesten, her body turned slightly towards the hulking man yet somehow still detached.  It was clear to the young woman that though Skade was with Haesten since returning to camp, the seer did not deign the man worthy of her full devotion.  The seer’s gaze followed the woman as she approached the table, cold and calculating.

The final men at the table had their backs to her.  One with long dark hair, scattered with braids and matted knots.  His head was slumped forward across the wood, a forgotten cup of ale nestled loosely in his sleeping hand.  

But the other man was awake, a cup grasped in an arm draped over the table and the other resting on his lap, close to his own knife.

She noticed how Sihtric’s shoulders tensed as she drew close to the table before he shifted his posture to cover his discomfort at her presence near him.

But she could not allow herself to linger on her own displeasure of the company. 

Haesten leered at her, “Where have you been hiding since your Lord’s,” he paused, clearly punctuating his perceived victory, “death?”

Muninn stood still, meeting his eye, offering no response.

“Well, Muninn,” Cnut joined in, “have you no tongue to answer?”

The young woman shifted her eyes towards the red haired Dane and back to Haesten.

“I have been here, lord.  In the camp.”

“Ah yes, but where have you squirrelled yourself away to hide?” The hulking Dane leaned forward on his arms, before shifting a hand over to grasp at Skade’s arm posessively.  His voice was thick with the sluggish effect of drink.

“Skade has told us that you made yourself useful to the late Earl Sigird.  I wonder, girl, if you could make such a bargain again?”

Haesten’s tone suggested to the woman and all those at the table what use he thought she could be.

“Muninn is not to be touched.”

Skade’s words rang firm in the night air.

Breathing a slow sigh of relief, the young woman’s hand slowly relaxed, still gripping her cloak against her for warmth.  All eyes turned towards the witch.

“She has a role to play in our fight.  And it is not to be humped by a man.”

Sighing, weary of the intrigue, Cnut leaned back in his chair, before looking back at Muninn.  The young woman still stood, cloak pulled tight across her chest, bow and quiver of arrows slung across her back.

“Well Muninn,” she bristled at the name, but said nothing as Cnut continued, “if you are not for humping, how did a Saxon woman come to be held in such regard for Bloodhair?”

The young woman turned her head to stare at Cnut, her mouth a thin line.

“Bloodhair raided my home.  He killed my family,” but Muninn’s scorn was interrupted by Skade.

“They were not your family.”  The witch spoke loud, clear, and with a laugh.  Muninn’s eyes snapped back to meet Skade’s.  

She could feel the eyes of the table on her.  She did not need to turn her head to know Sihtric’s gaze was watching her too.  

Muninn battled within herself over how to respond before finding her wits to reply aloud, “In this you are wrong, witch.”

Then choosing not to linger on the topic, she returned her attention to Cnut, “after the raid, I was left alive.  I did not wish to die and the witch offered Bloodhair a vision.  She told Bloodhair I was to live.  So I live.  If you are asking me to earn my place here, I can hunt.”

Her words left no argument over whether she would willingly submit to any less favorable treatment to earn her place in the camp.

“And you know information about the Saxons,” Haesten interrupted her.  “Is that not how you earned your name, little Muninn?  By whispering words of your people into Bloodhair’s ear?”

Scanning the faces watching her, she replied, “It is true.  But I do not know what information I can provide any longer.  I was offering ideas of trade routes and hunting paths that would go undetected for travel.  Or villages that often had good crop stores.”

“It was Muninn’s knowledge that helped us move swiftly and unhindered into this position.  She has value.  And a fate that has not come to pass.” Skade spoke, growing more impassioned with each word.

“I grow tired of you, witch.  You speak in riddles and I am not under your spell,” Cnut sighed once more, running a hand over his face, exasperated.

Haesten bridled, “No Cnut, you are under Brida’s spell.  Tell me where is she?  Why has she not returned to lead her men with us?  Are they your men now?”  Each question he asked, Haesten’s frustration grew.

At the mention of Brida’s name, Muninn felt her arms tense and her fists ball tighter in her cloak once more.  She didn’t dare interject, but stood listening.  She was aware of Sihtric’s sidelong glance at her shift in posture.

“Brida still mourns,” Cnut said, dismissively, “She will return soon.  And soon after that, her men will become my men.”

The two warriors stared at one another, tense and poised, before both broke out into raucous laughter a moment later.

The tension relieved and conversation shifting, Muninn tried to steady her breath, which had grown stuttered and shallow,  before stepping away.  But Cnut’s voice drew her back.

“We may call on you yet, girl.  You could be of use.”  

“I do not know how my knowledge of the area or my people, simple farmers and merchants, can be of use.  But if you feel it can, I will provide. And my father taught me to hunt.  Even in the winter cold.  So I can provide food as well.”  She was surprised at how steady her voice sounded.  Inside her heart was hammering and she felt a gnawing pang gripping her chest.

“Very well,” Cnut dismissed her waving his hand.

As she turned, Muninn caught Sihtric’s eyes, watching her turn to leave.  Making her retreat, she still felt those eyes watching her.

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She watched as Sihtric left the edge of the camp.  She had been watching him through the lines of tents all morning.  

Cnut’s men had been preparing their departure to head to the village of Crueland. The word had spread that Uhtred was besieged there by the local theign. And the camp activity had been busy.  A change from the restless idle energy they had dealt with for weeks.

But Sihtric’s energy had caught her attention.  She watched him from the shadows while he thought no one was aware.  His gaze and attention continually shifting from Cnut’s warriors’ preparations to the treeline along the eastern edge of the camp.   

Cnut’s men were preparing to march south, deeper into Mercia.  But Sihtric was looking to the east. The young Dane put on a convincing act amid the hustle and commotion.  He lent a hand when it was needed but did not interject himself overly into the way and draw attention.  But he found ways to keep his hands busy and appear engaged, while he was observing.  Replacing a torn up tent stake or taking a seat to sharpen the edge of his axe.

It was casual and he was at ease.  The young woman could not help but be impressed with his skill at blending in and observing.

Finally, after all morning spent preparing, Cnut’s men rode out of camp.  And still, Sihtric stood lingering on the edge of the tents.  Waiting for Cnut’s warriors to be out of sight.

Then she watched as he stalked off, away from the camp, towards the line of the trees.

Slowly, she gathered her quiver and bow and made for the treeline to the north of Sihtric’s path.  Once she’d broken through into the forest, she changed directions.  Her course now aiming to intersect Sihtric’s path and see what he had been concealing.

Her steps were slow and cautious. But it was difficult to mask the crunch of her boots in the snow. The powder muffled all sounds but did not hide them. 

She could hear voices up ahead and hoped their conversation would be enough to distract from the sounds of her footfalls. 

But nevertheless, the young woman notched an arrow to her bow, keeping it down and to her side, ready to pull it taught if the need should arise. 

Crouching awkwardly low, she slowed her steps further as the voices grew more recognizable. 

She heard laughter followed by a tone more serious. She was not sure, but she thought she heard the low rumbles of Sihtric’s voice, words indistinguishable. He was then answered by a second voice, louder but still muffled to her ears. 

Following the voices, she came around a copse of trees and stopped short. Beyond she could see a group of men, four or five maybe with backs turned to her. All except for Sihtric. His face still continued scanning his surroundings while conversing with his companions, but he paused as his eyes drifted across her. She darted to her left, fully concealing herself behind the trunk of a large oak. 

The voices paused before continuing after several heartbeats. 

The woman’s pulse quickened as she strained to hear the conversation from behind the tree. 

Then, reflexively, she stepped into view pulling the string of her bow taught, her arrow trained at the face of a man a mere two or three paces from her. 

His sword raised defensively, the man stepped back a pace and she walked around him, bringing herself into view of Sihtric and the others. 

“What is this you have found, Finan?” The voice came from her right, commanding and strong. 

“I couldn’t say, Lord? Some sort of huntress perhaps.” There was a careful humor and an Irish lilt in his words. 

The man, Finan, stepped farther back, retreating towards his men, his sword lowering slightly. 

Her arrow and stance shifted, following him. 

“Lord, that is a woman of Bloodhair’s.” Sihtric’s eyes met hers as he spoke, piercing. Challenging perhaps. “She is called Muninn”

“I was never his woman,” she fumed, her arm shaking from the tension in the bowstring.  Slowly, she lowered the bow, letting the arrow fall loose in her hand, “And that is not my name.”

These last words she whispered.

Her gaze had found their lord and she swallowed, a lump lodging in her throat at the sight of him. A heaviness in her chest returning.

“Uhtred,” his name fell from her lips as a sigh.

The wind blew through the trees, swirling the snow around her feet and lifting loose strands of hair from her face.  The lump in her throat grew larger as Uhtred stalked forward, studying her.

His face was unreadable as he stopped an arm's reach away from her.

“Who are you, woman?” The bite of his question made her flinch and a stray tear slip down her cheek.

Searching his eyes, she answered, “You would know me as a girl who pulled at your hair and followed your games in the woods, you used to call me little bear cub.”

She watched the lines in Uhtred’s face shift.  The furrow’s along his brow eased and his eyes widened while he took in her appearance.  

“Show me your arm then,” he whispered. Then finding his voice, he pushed, “if you are her, show me the scar?”

She let her bow and the arrow drop into the snow.

Slowly, she lifted her left arm, pulling back the sleeve of her dress.  Along the inside of her forearm, running several inches was a purple line.  Evidence of a deep wound, long ago healed.

She left her eyes downcast staring at the scar, unable to meet his eye as Uhtred reached out his hand, gloved fingers tracing the line.

He took a step forward, dropping her arm to gently grasp her chin in his hand.  Cautiously, Uhtred tilted her face to meet her eye.  He searched her face, eyes roving along all her features.  

“Liva?” 

He breathed her name as if she would disappear if he spoke too loud.  His face was filled with shock.

She closed her eyes, allowing the tears to fall and giving a single nod.

A sob escaped her and she opened her eyes to watch him when she felt his hand leave her face and he took a staggering step back from her.

The distance did not last long before her feet were lifted off the ground as Uhtred grabbed her into a crushing embrace. She flung her arms around his shoulders and clung to him with all the pain and echoes of her past.

“Am I seeing a spirit?” She heard him laugh through choked tears, his face buried in her shoulder.

“No,” she sobbed, her words muffled and trembling, “I am no spirit.  I am flesh and blood.”

Uhtred placed her back on her feet and took her face in his hands, scanning and searching her over once more, studying the features he had missed grow up to become the woman before him.

“How?” 

His question was simple.  The answer would not be so simple.  Before Liva could reply, their reunion was interrupted by the Irishman’s rough brogue.

“Lord, what is this?” he questioned.  “Who is she to you?”

Uhtred tilted his forehead down to rest on hers before pulling back and looking at his companions.

“Her name is Liva,” he turned back to her smiling, tears blurring his vision, “we thought she was lost in the hall burning.  She is Ragnar’s daughter.”

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[worstloki]

Top Forty Thor-Being-Thor Moments from Thor 1

just absolute dumb*ssery that this 7yr old kid’s life goal is to “hunt down the monsters and slay them all”. I’ll go easy on him here and let the Thor/Loki expressions do the talking because of “...just like you did Father” but seriously can his hands even fit around a sword handle??? this kid isn’t even punching the air right??? if there was a sword in his hand he would’ve cut his head with the way he’s moving???? pure tiny-himbo energy here just look at that >:o face he’s making. contrasts very nicely with Loki’s ‘,:|. 10/10. such a baby idiot.

“the jotuns must pay for what they have done! they broke into the weapons vault! if the frost giants had stolen even one of these relics!” thor. thor please. can you even name one of these relics. thor. hey thor. thor. shut up. “well, what would you do about this?” odin asks him. “march into jotunheim! like you once did! break their spirits! so they’ll never try anything like this again!” wow okay so we’ve fast-forwarded by like a thousand years and thor is still going on about genocide. huh. that’s funny, i thought loki was the genocidal one. hmm. i also just realized that the loki exclusive clip gives loki the same hairstyle thor has here so do what you will with that information.

0/10. horrible. terrible. i dont care how angy thor is about not getting to kill some jotuns or become king today this very instant, that is a tremendous waste of food. an absolute fool. how can he just remorselessly throw the bread to the floor. if loki stabbed him when he was 7 he would deserve it for this table flip alone. what a privileged white *ssh*le.

loki came skulking around a corner and suggested not to go to jotunheim and not only did thor not suspect anything but he also then went on to decide to go to jotunheim. 10/10 himbo material. 

if tumblr didn’t have a picture limit i would put every instance of thor smiling in this list because look at that stupid smile. he’s such an idiot. 11/10. this is the thor content i’m here for.

“I have no plans to die today” thor says with the stupidest open-mouthed smirking smile ever captured on film. right after he also told heimdall not to tell anyone they’re gone. he’s literally planned to strand them on jotunheim. thor’s grand plan was to strange themselves on jotunheim and also start a fight. i repeat: thor’s plan was to successfully slay all the frost giants and not need to return until they’re all gone. what an absolute d*mb*ss. this is getting ridiculous. this was originally a top-ten-thor moments list but i’m not even twenty minutes in so i’ll have to extend the list. thor. thor are you listening? thor, you’re such an idiot.

“HOW DID YOUR PEOPLE GET INTO ASGARD?!” thor you sweet sweet summer idiot, please, i am beggin,g you,, learn to rea,d , a room,, literally everyone else who came with you is regretting it, there is complete silence and only the rumble of the opposing king is meeting your “I AM THOR, SON OF ODIN”s, please, please take some notes from Loki, or, you know, literally anyone else in the room, since everyone is asking you to get out of this realm while you still can,

thor’s stupid smile makes an appearance after he gets called a princess and decides to fight a whole realm over it. you know what? thor is a princess. he’s the prettiest princess in all the lands. what’s thor gonna do about it? is he going to fight me too? I hope he does the stupid grin first. minus 15 points for the sexism. thor is a complete and utter sadistic fool who needs to get a hobby. seriously, he’s 1500 years old and still going on and on about slaying all the frost giants. boi, i hate to break it to you, but your dad is not the best or only example of greatness out there. i don’t think your dad even qualifies as an example of that. 

“THEN. GO!” 🥰 ahh yes, just thor thingz 🥰🥰 like when one friend has had his arm burnt 🥰 and another friend has been impaled and needs medical attention, 🥰🥰 and all the rest of your friends are yelling for you, 🥰 and your brother is telling you they must go, 🥰 and you decide to buy everyone time by laughing maniacally and killing more frosties because you care for them and dont find joy in destruction like a loon 🥰🥰🥰 

THIS is the iconic Thor moment that makes my day whenever I think about it. Just Thor, an absolute bumbering 6′6′’ giant boodlusting dummy sees Odin and just decides to yell “FATHAA!! WE’LL FINISH THEM TOGETHAAA!” as if the last thing Odin told him wasn’t “no, thor, we’re not going to do anything to the frost giants, do not go after them and try to kill them all.” 11/10 d*mb*assery right here folks, I couldn’t ask for Thor to be more of a fool. This is PEAK Thor energy. Look at that face. I feel like Thor spends half this movie with his nostrils flared. I love it.

okay i gotta give thor credit for rightfully calling odin “an old man and a fool” but also there was not even 1 frame of the scene where Thor had a decent face so now all i see is >:O >:| >:o >:[ when i watch that scene. yelling at odin was great, not yelling at odin after he HUAERGHed at loki was less great, but to be fair it’s thor and he is the definition of Peak D*mb*ss. 

thor literally GROWLS and starts yelling “HAMMAA?? HAMMER??” over and over. He was hit by a van, he fainted, he woke up and started growling. I don’t know what else there is to say about this.

“you dare threaten me? puny human?”. so. uhh. basically. Thor knew she was threatening him? He KNEW she had a weapon? instead he made a face and started yelling as he tried to walk his way closer????? thor you complete and utter dum dum. you frickin hairball-for-brains. im not even surprised darcy tasered him. with that kind of face, i’d taser him too.

when you wake up in an unknown place to a person smiling at you without a stupid smile, the first step is always to attack first and ask questions later 😌😌😌 (but seriously thor you imbecile why didn’t you ask where you were instead of throwing multiple people around the room and getting your butt needled. you clueless buffoon. you’ll remain a clueless buffoon if you don’t listen to anyone.)

just a quick recap but thor was knocked unconscious by a van and these people kidnapped him aboard and the next scene we see him in he’s checking himself out in  mirror after presumably changing right there in the open?????? these are the things that make thor thor. any other character and i’d question it so much, but this is thor, and i truly believe this is in-character for him. just change in the open because why not? thor is a beefcake and that’s his only redeeming quality and he knows it. 10/10 thor moment. 

I am now convinced that Thor saw Jane and “5k van-hitter to lover slow-burn height-difference himbo-scientist trope” flashed through his mind.

“but no more smashing!” Jane says, and then Thor proceeds to check her out and smile unlike an idiot and like a douche. was this his version of flirting???? i’m not one to decide, but yes, yes it was. He threw a cup to the ground and broke it, and she’s getting mad at him and berating him about it, and he’s liking it. y’all i’m sorry to break it to you like this, but thor has a canon fetish. i am so, so sorry.

im DYING. THAT ISN’T EVEN A KISS, HIS MOUTH IS OPEN. he SMUSHES his mouth around her knuckle???? WHY. I can’t keep noticing things like this. send help. please. Jane’s response makes so much more sense now; she’s laughs for a solid 3 seconds and shakes her head and is like “uhh, thank you? ahaha,” and then she keeps looking back longingly when walking away. they are doing this in PLAIN sight of EVERYONE. Darcy and Erik are standing RIGHT THERE, and Thor is doing weird things to her with his mouth. I’m out. I am done here. goodbye. 

return of the stupid smile AND the douche smile in quick succession through the entire trip. their entire dialogue is peppered with innuendo. “I’ve never done anything like this before. have you ever done anything like this before?” “many times, but you are brave to do it.” “I have nothing else to lose.” “ah but you are clever, far more clever than anyone else on this realm.” “realm? rEaLm?” “you think me strange?” “yes” “good strange or bad strange?” “I haven’t decided yet.” I AM DYING OVER THIS. plus, we get Return Of The Himbo with Jane asking after Einstein Rosen bridges and Thor is like “uh, actually, more like a rainbow bridge 😜🤪” i feel so sorry for jane here, didn’t know how much of a d*mb*ss Thor was when signing up for this van-trip and knuckle-sucking 😭😭😭 i also no longer have questions about how the trip that SHOULD HAVE BEEN A HALF-HOUR ONE turned into one that LASTED TILL THE SUN WENT FROM THE MIDDLE OF THE SKY TO SETTING by the time they arrived. I have no questions. please. I don’t want to know what they were doing in that van. please no. don’t make me think about it.

thor’s plan had 3 steps and they were 1. give jane his jacket 2. walk in and get his hammer 3. fly out. that was literally his plan. he had the first “I have a plan. attack.” moment in the MCU. pure concentrated 0-brain-cells energy right here. how can you not stan this king of d*mb*ssery. look at him, flaunting his big boy muscles. he’s about get his hammer and fly out, like he just told jane with a trademark stupid-smile.

crop-top hair-mop thor is my favourite thor. the way the entire fight scene parallels a hamster in a maze only exemplifies the thor vibes for some inexplicable reason.

“you’re big. fought bigger.” + Thor douche-smile + subtext from earlier + rolling around passionately in the mud = not a happy me. 

I swear i’m not making up this romantic subtext but it’s barely even subtext. the entire scene leading up to Thor’s attempt at lifting the hammer is actually filmed erotically. I’m not kidding. First there’s a shot where Thor pulls aside a hamster-cage-wall blind which mirrors a shower-curtain, and THEN he walks around the hammer while smiling douche-ly at it, we get a few close-ups to his face which are shot from angles slightly lower than himself, giving him an aire of superiority, plus the music adds to this, he reaches out for the hammer’s handle with a mud-covered arm in the rain, in non-slow-motion slow-motion, and he wraps his arm around it, like, he fully twists his arm, unecessarily sexually, around it as he grabs the hammer. This is not okay. On the plus side, it makes the movie much more entertaining,, on the down side,,.

im not going to call Thor dumb for not knowing he’s not worthy. im not going to. because odin literally whispered the enchantment to mjolnir after he’d thrown thor to midgard. it is very funny watching thor grunt in frustration though. he starts yelling because he couldn’t lift the hammer and just lets himself get caught. like, dude, get a life, go buy a new weapon from the store, seriously. he mourns for the hammer on-screen longer than he does for loki. he also looks like he’s in far more pain here. he becomes catatonic and unresponsive after this, but when loki dies he’s already feasting the same afternoon. 10/10 dum dum thor material. never change thor, never change. (that’s code for please change, thor, please,)

thor trying to establish dominance wherever he goes is the funniest thing because at this point he’s being a complete asgardian *ss about it and it’s reaching points of pettiness never seen before. side note: he is possibly flirting with selvig too. maybe. i’m not saying anything happened, but Thor’s openning lines when bringing him home carried over his shoulder are “he’s fine, not injured at all,” followed with an apology to selvig, and an explanation to jane which consisted only of “we drank, we fought, he made his ancestors proud,” and then he puts the man to bed and before he falls asleep erik says “i still don’t believe you’re the g*d of th*nder, but you ought to be,” so... your choice, i guess...

thor’s got his trademark stupid smile and stupidly takes jane’s life’s work notebook and starts doodling in it about trees. the last time his father told him this story about Yggdrasil was when he was 5 and he clearly hasn’t payed attention to any lesson about anything since and it shows so so much. thank you thor. very insightful knowledge you’re passing on hear. ‘i come from a world where [science and magic] are one and the same,’ ok great, now elaborate on that please. oh, right, you can’t because you’re thor, my bad, 20/10 thor behaviour. he couldn’t even doodle nicely. all his lines are wobbly. epic art fail. i wouldn’t trust him near my sketchbook with a 2B pencil.

THIS is thor’s realization face. in case anyone was interested in what ‘dawning truth’ looked like on him. 😰😪 THIS is the face of a thinker, of a man betrayed by his own beloved brother for unprecedented reasons. look at the nuance in his expression. 😩😩😩 so many emotions, I can’t even count them all 😩💯😪

stupid smile and “do not worry my friends, i have a plan,” he says, “i’ll just try and abuse the fact that Loki’s super selfless and kind and has no self worth to my benefit as i have countless times before which is exactly what he’s rightfully angry about this time,” he doesn’t think to himself because that is NOT the smile of someone who is thinking... like, at all. +10000 points to gryffinthor. the d*mb*ssery really jumps out.

“im sorry bro for whatever i did and whatever you’re blaming me for as an excuse to do this, im sorry bro, but you’re disturbing innocents that i don’t really care about but you’re the one making a scene in front of them so why don’t you admit you won’t kill me and are just having a temper tantrum and we move on? hmm?” and then he proceeds to get slam dunked in the face with a metal arm like yEAAAA BOI that’s what you GET for going up against the SENTIENT LAVA-SPEWING metal-man ya absolute dunderhead clod. thunderhead clod? yeah, that. he’s just so dumb, your honour, please, you must understand, the victim pleads guilty on all charges of d*mb*ss and d*mb*ss alone.

I can NOT describe the emotions I feel knowing that Thor is suck-kissing Jane’s knuckles. Like, his mouth is literally jelly-ing it up against her hand. There is suction there and it shows when he is placing and removing his mouth. I promise that’s what is happening. I’m not any happier than you about this. I regret everything. This is why Loki should be what is focused on and not Thor; Thor’s going around trying to frick frack everything in sight even if it’s just Jane’s hand. He’s maintaining eye contact with Jane while he licks her fingers. Why did I decide to rewatch this movie. 

i’m only adding this in as a thor moment because of how desperately and badly they kiss. seriously. 2/10 kiss. im not surprised jane broke up with him. they look like two actual seals fighting over an actual grape. while i’m here i’m going to criticize every fic ever that decided thor is an experienced gentle lover. what were y’all on when watching this movie. thor can and will f*ck literally everything in sight and he won’t even do it well because he is the peakest of peak d*m d*m. look at this man. look at his face. that is the face of an absolute himbo idiot, and it’s the face of an absolute himbo idiot who knows it. he’s been stranded on earth for 2 days, max, and his flirt-count is at 69 people because his name is one letter away from thot. i bet his terrible use of a pen from early means he writes his ‘r’s like ‘t’s and he doesn’t even care. 1000/10 thor moment. doesn’t get much more romance-thor than two individuals smooshing their faces together after some finger sucking. that finger sucking is gonna leave jane simping for years. and that’s true love babey. <3

“I’ll handle my Brother!” Thor says, as if Loki didn’t send a metal-murder-bot that quite virtually killed him less than ten minutes ago asdfhkhsdgsdjf Thor, you horrific himbo you, Loki’s weapon of choice is literally throwing knives he will literally kill you before you enter the room if he’s on his game and wants you dead which he just proved he would do and you’re just gonna???????????? jog on over to him????? Thor??????????? bruH???????????? buddy??????? pal???????? you really wanna go 1v1 the brother you very clearly underestimate and know nothing about????????????????? im loving the confidence, but, no.

Loki: “you literally can’t stop this from here.” Thor, immediately: “i’m going to hit it with the hammer and see if that works” and then it does in fact work later... technically speaking, even if it ends up causing chaos destruction and death and loki falling off the bifrost 😔😔😔 but Big Brain Thor is the Biggest Brained Thor!!! The plan worked!! in a messy-Thor-ish way, but it did!!!

“you can’t kill an entire race!!!!” Thor yells, teeth gritted, as he faces his brother, his coward pacifist brother, who has suddenly decided he wants to join the age-old family tradition of realm-destroying, when this is supposed to be Thor’s dream, Thor’s, not Loki’s. How dare he, Thor thinks to himself, fist clenched around Mjolnir in anger, the pain of the handle pressing against his palm perhaps the only thing preventing him from lashing out at this thought, that’s my planet of monsters to slay, he should go get his own! Loki hits Thor across the face with the back-end of his spear. “Now fight me,” Loki says, but Thor, well, Thor cannot fight, as he remains stunned that of all things Loki would dare steal his life’s ambition, and he is sent sprawling backwards across the observatory, slowly but surely sliding to a stop despite his catatonic, very symbolic silence.

the elegance, the poise, i see your time on earth has made you no less graceful, Thor. the simple magnitude of this sprawl. the spread of the arms. the turn of the feet. this is not a dude, this is a man.

sometimes your brother starts vehemently talking about he’s gonna kill the race of monsters and about how he’s only ever wanted to be your equal and about how he’s not your brother and never was and sometimes you just have to say “this is madness” instead of addressing the issues or asking for any of the  deets 🔥 👊💯😩

Loki is whipping Thor’s butt. Both literally, and metaphorically, Loki is whooping Thor’s d*mb*ss. Earlier he knicked Thor’s face, now he’s just pushing Thor around, he uses the spear as a pole and later kicks Thor’s face by kicking vertically up, and Thor, bless him in all his blond golden muscled glory, doesn’t think anything is up with this, gosh he’s such an absolute utter idiot

sometimes your brother laughs way too much and also cries too much in a fight and there are also too many of him so you just need to blast lightning so you get a shot at all of them 😌😌😌 and then put your magical infinitely-heavy hammer on his chest 😌😌😌 but it’s okay because Thor left holes in Loki’s container 😌😌😌

now THIS is the meat to Thor’s funny bone, just the pure unadulterated humour that is Thor saying that there will never be a “wiser king” or a “better father” than Odin, it cracks me up every single time without fail, just the way he says it with a straight face and— what do you mean he wasn’t joking

look at Thor’s stupid smile as he asks Heimdall to spy on jane every single day while conveniently never asking after Loki ever. This is Thor’s face in mourning after he attended a feast after everyone was celebrating after Loki’s death. Look at his stupid smile. I love him your honour. He’s just,, he’s just so frickin stewpeed, just Thor being Thor, just the purest of d*mbest of *sses. 

#listen #if people can interpret loki and the grandmaster as a thing when loki spends the entire time looking uncomfortable about every situation #then i can interpret thor as flirting with people when there are actual canon questions which get solved when other explanations dont work #so #dont mind me here #in conclusion: thor is a dum dum idiot and it's *chef's kiss* #thank you for coming to my ted talk #ThisPostIsLongerThanMyLifeSpan #TPILTMLS #Language! #language #im one of those people who comments on things through movies but you can't be mad because it's worth it and i've got points #obviously writing means i can get the full gist of the comments out without summarizing #but #like #my family is simply underappreciative and i'm a genius

[hpdabbles]

Have you seen Loki from MCU? Would it be possible to see a crossover with Harry Potter? Loki and Harry ship!

Loki is in the middle of his speech when the man stands up, walking by the shaking hostages with the calm and ease of someone who is dangerous.

A heavy aura rests around him, although he knows the Midgardians can not sense it. They watch him walk by with petrified horror, probably assuming they will die.

His seidr is practically screaming as the Midgardian gets closer, his bright green eyes unwavering under the strange rune scar. He thinks it resembles the lighting symbol for protection or even strength but it's hard to tell very well as his hair covers most of it.

The Midgardian pulls out a wand from his pocket and the ease in which he aims it at Loki is a threat.

At the back of his mind, Loki knows he should take the threat seriously but it's overrun by the blue haze that screams for blood, for vengeance, for chaos and he raises his staff with a scoff.

"Foolish little mortal. You dare-" He starts only to be blasted with a spell throwing him back a step. Loki quickly starts overpowering up an attack, his voice turning angry. "-you dare- agh!"

Only to be cut off by a blast of blue that throws his own cape over his head. "You dare to- ow!"

This time a hex slaps him in the stomach, twisting his insides unpleasantly. He removes his cape, raising his staff at the amused-looking man. "You would dare- Quit it!"

Annoyed now by the juvenile seidr casting- a tickling hex really?- Loki fires out a spell meant to kill the mortal where he stood only to have his spell blocked and overrun by the seidr of the stranger.

Loki's eyes widen in horror as the red of the Midgardian runs up his own spell, onto the staff, and over his arm all the way to his mind. The magic wraps around the mind control that has been placed on him by the Titian and shatters it.

Loki's thoughts clear instantly, dropping the staff like it's burning him and throwing himself away from-from the Master of Death a being even Odin feared to cross.

Why was the Master of Death- often referred to as Death's son- doing on Midgard of all places!?

"Are you free?" Master of Death asks softly. His voice carries in the silence of the room "I see your eyes have changed color but I want to make sure."

Loki's throat spams but years of his prince training kick in and he managed to check out. "I, Prince Loki Odinson, thank you. I am no longer under his control."

"Good. You going to hurt these people?" The Master gestures to the midgardians and Loki shakes his head. He knows better to even attempt it because the Master will end him before he even finishes the thought.

He's still furious at his so-called family, still has a lot of things he can not overcome but the anger is faded now, overshadowed by the realization he has been taken as a plaything for the Mad titian and isn't sure what he has left anymore.

Thor was still out there somewhere on this planet, no doubt ready to attack him once he learned Loki was here as well. Even if Thanos did not find him on this unimportant rock, Asgard would. He had nowhere.

No one.

Loki may as well be a walking corpse.

The Master smiles unaware of Loki's thoughts. "Brilliant. Now that you are no longer puppet care to tell me how you got mind-controlled in the first place? Over a cup of hot tea?"

A cup of hot tea....on Asgard is a phrase a warrior would ask another warrior he was interested in courting. Maybe things were done differently on Midgard but never let it be said Loki missed an opportunity when it presented itself.

Who better to protect him from death on either side than its own son?

Loki stood up, offering a carefully crafted smile that is both grateful and adoring, careful to make it just the right amount of coy which can be hidden behind the first two emotions. "I would be honored to share a cup with you, Master of Death."

The Master smiled sweetly, looking like a being that lure in victims with bright color beauty only to kill them with deadly poison. Loki shivered. "Call me Harry."

#hpdabbles #Harry Potter #MCU/Harry Potter crossover #Death's Son #Loki making plans in three point one seconds #Loki's pov

[tarithenurse]

Stolen - 37

Fandom: MCU Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!gifted!reader Content: A bit of angst and resentment. Probably spelling/grammar/etc errors. A/N: I love my job – thank goodness, I quit my old one and got this instead <3 Ask or re-blog for tag.

37. Tainted Love

...   Loki   ...

Questions, blame, even hatred has been festering deep inside Loki since he first learned of his heritage. It has brought him to an understanding of why Odin, the man he had presumed was truly his father, had favoured the older son. The only son. But the pain caused by the negligence of a simultaneously doting mother has cut...maybe not deeper, but inflicted a wound that has festered slowly.

“Why?” Loki interrupts the queen in the middle of bringing him up to speed on her actions to ensure [Y/N]’s safety. “Why did you never -...you knew.” There’s sadness in her eyes and yet he finds he can’t stop. “Did you never question his decisions or did you truly approve of the meaningless game he was playing? For what purpose, mother?” The last word is a mockery at the relationship he misses so dearly.

“There’s always a purpose to everything your father does.” She repeats the past but this time follows up with a sigh, “but even the best intentions can crumble to the weight of reality. Time passed and he didn’t see the same as I when looking at you.”

“A monste-”

Perhaps due to his natural coldness, Frigga’s glare seems filled with fire. “No, not a monster. To me, you were kin in heart and soul. Contemplative. But Odin was influenced by your appearance and in his eyes your colours of black and green were tied to a memory of cunning, blood thirst, and insatiable power.”

He can feel it, like an undercurrent in the sea something seems to pull Loki’s attention to what isn’t said. “What are you hiding?”

“More than is relevant at present,” the queen attempts to skirt his query, “it was never a lie, when we raised you as a prince. You truly were meant to sit upon a throne and, the All-Father hoped, become the one to bring peace to Jotunheim and bridge the divide between our realms.”

Loki can see it now, how the rightful heir of Laufey could be the one to turn the minds of the jötun from the desire to wage war. Kept alive in the Asgardian court, he had been both a hostage and an investment to guarantee a truce (or at least a cease-fire) until a deeper cooperation could be established through diplomacy. Silvertongue. It would have taken more than rhetoric to repair the damage wrought over centuries. Instead, Loki had been the one to deal the final blow to a realm already brought to the brink of extermination.

“I always tried to please him.”

Frigga nods sadly. “The doubt and fear growing within your father was not of your doing.”

“Still...I managed to prove it right to him,” the former prince groans. There is more to this, but for now he has to settle for less than he wants. “Either way...the past cannot be undone.”

... Reader   ...

Between spending your time worrying about your situation, you try to create magic on purpose.

That is to say, other than healing, every snippet of song that has helped you before have simply plopped into your head at the moment you needed it and slipped out between your lips without alerting you of the effects it would have. The fog you conjured when you first escaped your prison onboard the spaceship? Pure luck.

Maybe...maybe you’re getting close to something as a staccato melody with schwung fills the room together with the dancing light of a flickering candle – the flame growing and jumping along with the song, it seems. The words don’t all make sense yet but the ones that do are deliberate choices you’ve made along the theme of fire and light, dancing and moving.

On the other hand, when you’re interrupted by the sound of a key in the lock, the illumination still moves erratically.

As unlikely as it would be, you hope for Loki to be the one passing through the door to your confines and you can’t disguise the disappointment when it’s his brother instead. Adoptive brother. How could you ever have thought they were related?

The man entering and sitting down on the only available chair is blond like his parents; his features rough, and build muscular, but most of all powered by something bright and warm that can’t be seen with the naked eye. Summer, you muse at the heat of his persona. You can only imagine the kind of summer storm he’d resemble in battle: towering, boisterous, scorching.

Loki, on the other hand...

“The All-Father is in an uproar,” Thor begins without any pleasantries first, “the idea of you and Loki working together...a lesser man would have had you executed on the spot.”

In other words: Odin has considered it. “I suppose, I should be grateful that he wants evidence before passing judgment.”

You don’t dare to consider the consequences if you’re found out. Since Loki entered your life, the threat of death has lingered like a shadow – at times closer than your own – haunting your steps as one danger was replaced by another greater one.

The God of Thunder shakes his head with a sigh. “Your sarcasm will not save you, little mortal.” He ponders your face momentarily. “However, the repeated references to Thanos does help your case -” he stops your question before a sound escapes your lips -”yes...even your would-be accuser speaks of the Titan.”

Arox has never been talkative, so what you know of him and his background is limited. “He...his home...”

“Aye, Thanos attacked and laid waste to the planet. The desire to get revenge is what drove Arox to side with my brother...or so he claims.”

“Why should he lie?”

Darkness rests on Thor’s face as he looks away briefly. “Silvertongue...God of Chaos, of Mischief...of Lies...”

“He was raised under false pretenses and yet you people call him a liar?!” Too late, your hands slap over your mouth as if to force back the words and anger. I should not have said that.

But the blond man just nods, his gaze falling to his hands as the fingers twist awkwardly. “That did come as a...as a shock.”

Of course, Loki would not have been the only one living with the wrong understanding, but you can’t find it in yourself to feel sorry for Thor who clearly suffers under the absence of his brother, probably longing for things to return to how they were before everything went wrong.

“What did you want, anyways?”

Your question seems to startle him back to reality. “How did you come to be here? On Asgard, I mean.”

Uuuuuhm...shit. It hardly seems like a good idea to explain how Loki threw his spaceship low across a desert of blackish sand and stone one second and then suddenly appearing inside a cave with a view of the golden city by the rainbow bridge.

“I don’t...it doesn’t make sense,” you try to buy time, fidgeting with the sleeve as if attempting to understand, “one moment it was one place and then it’s like the air squeezed me and then poof it was somewhere else completely!” Technically, you’re not lying.

Maybe the crown prince is aware that you are trying to answer; it’s hard to tell, but he doesn’t push the subject further, merely nods before telling you that he will continue what he can to uncover the truth about Thanos. Then he leaves.

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[wrenhyperfixates]

Of All the Places

Chapter 12

Pairing: Loki x reader Series Summary: Washing up in a small town in Oklahoma was definitely not part of Loki’s plan when he came to conquer Midgard. There is one good thing about it, though: No one recognizes him as the one who just wreaked havoc in New York. So, Loki plans to recover from the battle and move on with his life. The only problem? He’s not sure he can leave you. Chapter Summary: Loki is in SHIELD’s custody, but refuses to speak. That is, until Thor manages to get through to him. Chapter Warnings: kinda angsty and some bad language A/N: Updates every Friday. Enjoy :)

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The wall across from him was a dull, depressing shade of gray. It had light cracks running through it, undoubtedly from previous super-powered villains who had resisted against their captors. This deep in the belly of the beast, Loki doubted they had much success with anything besides maybe giving out a few bruises. He, however, would not give the agents the satisfaction of seeing him lash out, no matter how badly he wanted to act like a madman, tearing everything apart until they let him go. Until he could see you. But, no, he swore he’d stay away from you for your own good.

Loki looked at the one-way mirror out of his peripheral vision. Another thing he refused to do was look directly at them, to look like he cared at all. His whole plan on getting out of here hinged on the fact that he seemed completely uninterested. It had worked the first time, after all. Though, that would probably mean they were more likely to be wary of him now. It didn’t really matter, anyway. His plan was half-baked at best, and he didn’t have much hope for getting out. Or much of a reason for trying, either. Not when he couldn’t go to you. A pain shot through his whole body, starting in his heart and spreading out. It was the all-consuming thought of you that made him show a crack in his armor, even though it was for the briefest of seconds. He tried to go back to the completely calm facade he’d been doing such a good job of keeping up, but he was sure he looked quite a bit more deranged now. It was much more of a strain on him to look fine when he was remembering that you were out there, possibly still crying into Denzel’s shoulder.

The door to his left swung open, and Loki examined his nails as best he could being cuffed to the table. He hoped the action looked as nonchalant as it did in his mind. Fury and Natasha walked up to the chair opposite him, but neither sat down for a second, obviously trying to give a subtle reminder of the power they exerted over him. Finally, Fury took the seat, but Natasha remained standing off to the side. It was probably a reminder of how she got him to crack last time. As if he would let that happen again.

“So,” Fury began, “you mind telling me what was going on in that crazy head of yours, attacking civilians without a cause.”

He was met with silence.

“Perhaps I haven’t made myself clear. I’m going to ask you some questions, and you’re going to answer them. Now, don’t make me repeat myself again.”

Still, stony-faced silence.

“You can take all the time you need. The sooner you answer, the sooner we can ship you back to that alien planet you dared to come from. It makes no difference to me whether you’re rotting here or there. I’m in no rush.”

“Oh, I can see that,” Loki taunted. The man’s intimidation tactics were more annoying than anything else, and Loki couldn’t resist the chance to be snide. “After all, it only took you two months to find me. And even then it was only because of a civilian, is that not right?”

“Fine, have it your way,” Fury shrugged, leaving the room with Natasha, seemingly carefree, though Loki knew he was grating on his nerves.

Really, all Loki wanted to do was break down, scream. Cry. But he knew he was being watched, so he didn’t say or do anything else. He should have left when he had the chance. Had he not stayed on your farm, he wouldn’t be in custody right now. Not to mention you and your family wouldn’t have had to be interrogated. Because, he was sure, there had been countless questions asked of you in the past twenty-four hours. Most of you would be safe, he knew, but what about John? He had kept Loki’s secret. If he was smart, he would claim it was under duress. Alas, Loki knew his friend cared too much to say anything that might condemn him. He could only hope John didn’t incriminate himself instead.

And Matt! Oh, that poor boy would be so confused, so upset. Right from the beginning Loki knew he would be no good for the child, but did he listen to sense? No, he gave into his own selfish desires. If only he hadn’t spent so much time with him, this might be easier. Maybe Matt was still young enough that after all this was said and done, he wouldn’t even remember it. Of course, that means he wouldn’t remember how Loki saved him either. The thought made him sadder than he ever would have imagined it could.

What of Papa and Ana, Loki wondered. They knew nothing of his true identity, so they must be safe. Ever the pacifist, he was sure your father would keep everyone as calm as possible during the whole ordeal. But Ana might not be doing too well. Plus, she was pregnant, and Loki felt guilty he’d inflicted so much stress on her during such a time. It dawned on him just then that, in his mind, he’d always just assumed he’d be around to meet the new baby. Needless to say, that was not the case. How he already missed your whole family already. Except for Mama. Screw it, even her! As annoying as she was and whatever she may have done in the end, Loki enjoyed the banter with her, deep down.

Then there was you. You’d cared for him since the moment he first arrived. From the very second you saw him passed out in the field to the time you found out the truth, you watched over him. All the bruises and cuts and scratches on him, you had healed with your touch. And that wasn’t just the physical ones, but the ones on his heart, too. Words could not describe all that you had done for him. His blood boiled at the thought that SHIELD agents were prying into the details of your relationship at that very moment.

He remembered he’d said he’d sing for you one day. He’d never get to do that now. He supposed it could just be added to a growing list of broken promises.

The last image he had of you as the van pulled away was still burning in the back of his mind. The way Denzel had been holding you, comforting you, it broke Loki. After everything you went through together, that should have been him. That could have been him. Instead, Mama had to go and ruin everything. He couldn’t really hold that against her, though. After all, he had been branded as a criminal. When you got down to the nitty-gritty of it, he actually was a criminal. But was he a villain? There was a difference there, he realized, but he didn’t know exactly where in the spectrum he fell. You’d called him a hero once. He shuddered to think what you’d call him now.  

He’d vowed to leave you alone, but his resolve was already weakening. What if, by some miracle, he was able to get out of here? Could he go see you for even a second? If for nothing else, then to apologize for all the wrong he did you. He shook his head ever so slightly. That was not a thought he should be entertaining. How could he be so stupid! Here he was thinking about making the same mistake again. Would he ever learn? He needed to keep you out of this. You never should have even been involved in the first place. A monster; that’s all he ever was, and all he’d ever be. A single imperceptible tear rolled down his cheek.

Again, the door opened, but this time Thor walked in. He was seething in anger, but if Loki looked deep enough—and for whatever reason, he did—there was also a deep remorse in his eyes. A sadness Loki could only assume was due to all that had happened. It made him feel a little bit better to know he wasn’t the only one who wished things could have been different.

“Brother, I know not why you have taken this path,” Thor said. “But the sooner you confess, the sooner I can go back to fixing the mess you made in the rest of the Nine Realms.”

“What?” Loki scoffed. “So eager to leave your precious Midgard.”

He tried to spit it out with only venom in his voice, but it just sounded sad at the end. It was, after all, his precious Midgard now too.

“What happened, brother?” Thor asked, a bit more softly than he had before. “Why did you attack?”

Loki looked at the table, unable to face Thor.  “You would not believe me even if I told you.”

“What have I ever done that you think I do not trust you, care for you, brother?”

“Stop calling me that,” Loki snapped, his eyes shooting up to Loki’s face. He would have stood if his restrains allowed it. “I am sure father dearest has already told you my true heritage.”

Ah, there was the venom in his voice. His demeanor quickly changed, though, when he noticed Thor was looking at him with a puzzled expression. Loki had assumed that Odin would have gone singing through the streets, telling everyone that Loki was a Frost Giant once he declared him a villain. Could it be that he hadn’t even told his prized son?

“Did he...” Loki gulped. “Did he not tell you?”

“Father did not mention anything. Loki, what are you talking about?”

“I am Jötnar, Thor,” Loki whispered. “The very thing you were taught to abhor.”

Thor finally sat down. He seemed to still be confused by something, though the trickster god could not quite figure out what. Perhaps he was just deciding the best way to slay the beast, to strike him down.

“But you are still my brother.”

Loki’s voice caught in his throat, and he choked on his words. He was nearly as shocked as Thor seemed, if not more. Though, it was for entirely different reasons. He sputtered, trying to find the right thing to say. So much for his cool demeanor.

“Just tell me what is wrong,” Thor said, “my brother.”

“I will tell you. On one condition.”

“That depends,” Thor hesitated, “on what that condition is.”

“That family I was staying with, you must make sure they are all safe. All of them.”

“You have my word. Now, please, tell me why you attacked Midgard. We will discuss your previous actions another time.”

“Very well,” Loki conceded with a small nod. Here goes nothing. “It was the mad Titan, Thanos. After I fell—well, let go on the Bifröst, I was adrift in a void for a while. It was not my intention, but it is what happened. After, well, to be quite honest, I do not know quite how long, Thanos pulled me out. He... He twisted my mind, bent me to his will. He used me as his puppet and made me attack. It was his bidding that I lower Midgard’s defenses, take note of what kind of fight the planet could put up. And one more thing. He wanted the Tesseract. I cannot at this moment, however, give it to you.”

Thor paused for a moment, the gears in his head turning. “And why is that?” he questioned.

“Because of these,” Loki said, lifting his magic-restraining chains. “If you take them off, I will be able to provide you with it.”

For once, he was telling the truth. He had no plans to keep the artifact for himself. Not right now, anyway, with so much else on the line. Once he had handed it over, though, he would have teleported away. It would have been nice to make amends with Thor, yes, but it was not something he would stake his freedom on.

“Point Break,” Tony said, popping in. “Can we talk to you out here for a second?”

Thor excused himself and left Loki by his lonesome again. Well, he wasn’t really alone with so many agents watching from the other side of the glass. His heart was beating wildly. If it had been up to Thor, if he had acted quick enough, Loki would already be on his way off this planet. There was no way anyone else would ever allow it now.

“Ok, Rock of Ages,” Tony said, waltzing back in with Thor and Fury close behind. “You know what I think? Your story sounds like a load of bullshit. But, Point Break here says he believes you.”

“Which is the most idiotic thing I’ve heard,” Fury added.

“And he’s got some evidence to back it up,” Tony finished.

Loki looked at his brother with wide eyes, much like he had when they were kids and he was about to get in trouble. A part of him couldn’t believe Thor would have stood up for him, even after their little heart to heart. He dared let a spark of hope ignite in his heart. If Thor was sticking up for him, and SHIELD was accepting his story as the truth that it was, then was he free to go? After all, if they agreed that it was not him, what reason did they have to keep him in custody?

“May I ask, then,” Loki started, “am I free of the charges? May I go?”

“I am afraid, brother,” Thor solemnly replied. “That I cannot allow that.”

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Dances and Daggers

Summary:   The Summer Festival is upon Asgard, as is the tradition of the dagger ceremony, where each unmarried gentleman chooses a lady to bestow with the honor of carrying his dagger for the night. As Prince Thor’s betrothed, Teki’s only goal is to accept his dagger with grace and hope that her violent stepfather doesn’t find fault with her in the process. But Prince Thor is unpredictable, and when he ignores his engagement on a whim Teki finds herself in a desperate situation. Luckily, Thor isn’t the only prince in Asgard…

Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character

Chapter 17: The Resolution

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Word Count: 2,424

Chapter Summary: Now that the truth is out, Teki and Loki navigate their way through the aftermath.

A/N: I can’t believe we’re on the second to last chapter! It blows my mind that this has gone by so quickly-- I feel like I just started posting a few weeks ago. Also, sorry this is going up about an hour later than usual-- my classes got cancelled today, so I decided to sleep in XD

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TW: Violence, child abuse

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Teki stood in the center of the Throne Room, struggling not to wilt under the scrutiny of over a dozen pairs of eyes. She had always known that someday in the future she’d have to attend the King’s council meetings, but never had she thought that she would ever be the focus. The old men of Odin’s courtroom seemed to glower down at her like she was an insect they had accidentally stepped on as they bickered over what was to be done with her. Luckily, the friendly faces in the crowd were almost enough to drown out the tension.

Loki smiled encouragingly from his place at the base of Odin’s throne, rolling his eyes whenever someone said something particularly hurtful. Frigga too supported her with a warm grin. Even Thor seemed to shoot her a sympathetic glance every now and then.

Still, the council continued arguing.

“The marriage engagement is in writing. We cannot change it—”

“That writing is in blood. Would we have the daughter of a murderer as Queen?”

“We should not hold the girl accountable for the sins of her mother—”

“But what of Asgard’s reputation? What will other realms think when they learn how easy it is to cheat their way into royalty—”

“The circumstances are irrelevant. The agreement was made. To go back on it now would be to sully the word of the king—”

The last few days had been a whirlwind. Teki felt as if she had repeated the same story over and over again at least a thousand times, to a thousand different people. At first, there had been the scramble for evidence, gathering anything and everything that might be used to prove her word—the vials from her mother’s liquor cabinet, the document of dissolution that her father had been forced to write moments before his death, written statements from Völundr and Asta (the real one this time). They had even taken her father’s journal, although that had been returned to her after they decided that the unfinished letter he had written to her mother was all they needed.

But once Áslaug signed a full confession, the focus shifted. Now that she was good and caught, everyone could concentrate on capturing Osvald. He had been gone when Frigga’s guards arrived at their apartment to arrest him and hadn’t been seen since. It seemed he had caught wind that the game was up and made a run for it, a thought which terrified Teki to no end.

“Don’t worry,” Loki assured her one night, in the new rooms in the royal wing that she and Brant now occupied. “They’ll catch him before long.”

Teki only nodded as she stared out into the inky blackness beyond her window, praying to the Norns he was right.

There were also the questions popping up now, everywhere she turned. Was she still engaged to Thor? Did the marriage agreement stand if it was made under false pretenses? No one seemed to know.

Some felt that since Steinn had opposed it, and since Áslaug very clearly did not have Teki’s best interests in mind when she agreed to it, that it should not be allowed to stand. Others were quite adamant that the agreement had been signed and that it must be followed through, for better or for worse.

Of course, nobody had asked Teki what she thought should happen.

Well... that wasn't entirely true. Queen Frigga had approached her the day after her mother was arrested to talk about the whole situation, and while she didn't ask for her opinion either, the topic of her engagement had come up.

"The AllFather is not one to go back on his word," she told her. "I doubt the betrothal will be drastically changed."

Her tone was encouraging, but Teki couldn't bring herself to mirror her optimistic smile. Of course she'd still have to marry Thor. The actions of her mother would have no bearing on something that had been set in stone for nearly her entire life. She knew this. Still, a part of her, the small, hopeful part that had dared to dream of someone else in place of Thor's hand, withered at the return to reality.

The ache in her chest must have been reflected on her face because Frigga frowned. "Is something wrong?"

Teki shook her head, forcing her features back to familiar neutrality. "Of course not, Your Majesty," she said with the same artificial cheeriness. "As always, I will be honored to wed your son."

For a moment, the Queen only studied her, as if searching for something hidden behind her eyes. "Yes," she finally said, voice distant. "My son."

It didn’t even matter anymore. They’d all been going round and round in circles for what seemed like an eternity, and Teki was tired of standing there bearing the brunt of their speculation. She wished they would just sentence her to life with Thor and just end it already. It took everything in her to keep from picking at the sash of her dress in front of everyone.

But then Frigga stood, and the voices fell silent. “If I may, my King?”

Odin nodded at his wife, and Teki couldn’t help but think that he looked as exhausted with this as she was. “Please.”

She stepped forward, addressing the council directly. “If I am correct in understanding, the conflict here surrounds the question of whether Lady Tekla is suited to be Queen in light of what we now know of her mother and stepfather, yes?” A chorus of affirmative hums answered her.

The Queen smiled broadly. “Well, I believe there is a way to honor the agreement without jeopardizing the queenship.” She turned back to Odin with a respectful bow of her head. “My King, you have two sons. If Lady Tekla were to marry Prince Loki instead of Prince Thor, she’d still gain royalty, but not the throne.”

A flurry of whispers broke out across the Throne Room. For a moment, Teki thought she had misheard her. Wait, did she mean…

She whipped to Loki, who was staring at his mother with eyes were so wide they were almost bugging out of his head. When his gaze returned to Teki’s, there was a stunned sort of hope in his smile.

The King cocked his head to the side, seemingly lost in thought. He turned to his son. “Would you be willing to pursue such a course of action, Loki?” he asked.

The prince sprang up. “Yes, I would, my King. That is —” he looked back at Teki nervously. “If Lady Tekla was willing.”

The collective stare of the council flipped back once more to her.

Teki inhaled. “I—I’m willing, sire.”

“Very well.” The King motioned towards Loki, who stepped purposefully off the platform and down to her side. “Prince Loki, you will take the hand of Lady Tekla in marriage. Prince Thor, you are released from your betrothal.” He sighed. “Perhaps now we can finally lay this matter to rest.”

Teki didn’t hear the rest of what he said. Loki lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckle.

“My lady,” he whispered with a breathless smile. She beamed, heart soaring higher than any wings could ever carry her.

…

Going back to their apartment was strange.

It had been decided that Teki and Brant would permanently move into the royal wing of the palace, sharing a suite until Teki married and moved into Loki’s rooms (although Frigga assured her that wouldn’t be for quite some time). Their old apartment was gutted of all items of importance to be transferred to their new rooms, leaving only its skeletal remains when Teki and Loki returned for one last look through.

There were several things Teki wanted to be sure to get. Brant’s reading notes, for one, and his unfinished map of the tunnels of the Nine Realms. She wouldn’t be giving him reading lessons anymore—he had already begun to attend proper class and was doing quite well—but he had confided in her that he still preferred her lessons. The music books gifted to her by the Queen—she was particularly excited about those, because Frigga had ordered a piano constructed just for Teki’s new sitting room.

“I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t ask you first,” she had said, almost apologetically. “I just you’d enjoy being able to play at your own discretion, without having to rely on me.”

Teki could’ve cried.

And then there was a dagger. Teki nearly had a heart attack when she checked under her mattress and found it wasn’t there, only to remember that she had shoved it in her nightstand that time her mother walked into the room.

Loki grinned when she slid it out of its sheath.

“I had wondered what you did with that,” he said. “I never saw it when I would come over.”

She laughed. “Well, I couldn’t exactly hang it from the wall.” Now that she thought of it though, it was probably a blessing that she had been forced to move the dagger to her drawer. As furious as her stepfather had been upon discovering she had taken her father’s journal, it would’ve been infinitely worse if he had realized she was also keeping a weapon under her mattress. The image of Osvald advancing towards her flashed before her eyes, this time waving a blade instead of a leather book. Teki shivered. She sheathed the dagger, placing it in the box with her other items.

They combed the apartment one last time, a cursory look-through to make sure that Teki had gotten everything she wanted to save. There really wasn’t much. It was a bit startling—this place had been her home her entire life, and yet she felt practically nothing upon saying goodbye to it forever. If anything, it was relieving, like coming to the surface to breathe after being underwater for far too long. She was ready to leave this bad dream behind.

Teki only hesitated at the downstairs table, staring at the same chair in which her father died. Loki came besides her, squeezing her hand in comfort.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing. It’s just…” She struggled to find the right words. “I ate here every single day,” she said finally. “My whole life. And I never knew what happened right next to me.” Had her father been watching in frustration from the realm beyond? Had he been begging her to ask questions, to look for him, to discover the truth as she munched on her morning toast?

Tears were pooling in her eyes once more. Teki swallowed shakily. “I should’ve done something sooner,” she whispered. “I never did anything. I just let it all happen.”

“You were a child,” Loki said softly. “What could you have done? You’ve brought justice for your father, and for you. That’s all that matters now.”

She sighed. Maybe he was right. What she did or didn’t do in the past wasn’t important. Now, her father could rest easy knowing his killer would rot in prison, her plans in tatters.

Teki hoisted her box up with one last glance about the room. “I think I’ve got everything,” she said as she headed towards the door. “Thank you for coming with me.”

“It was my pleasure,” he smiled, rushing to hold the door for her. “It seems that—”

He didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence.

Osvald barged his way through the doorway like a living battering ram, smacking the prince into the wooden door. Her stepfather didn’t even spare a second glance as Loki crashed to the floor. Teki barely had the chance to scream before his fist caught her in her sternum. The box flew from her hands, contents clattering across the floorboards as she fell backwards.

No sooner had her head hit the ground than Osvald was on top of her, eyes as frenzied as wildfire.

“You thought I’d let it go?” he snarled, holding her down by her shoulders with his forearm as she struggled. “You thought I’d let you fuck everything up?”

She almost didn’t see the glint of the blade in his free hand.

Norns!

Teki jerked just as the knife came down, cold metal grazing her cheek as he buried it into the floor beside her head. She grabbed for the hilt as her stepfather spat curses in her face.

Get it away from him!

He smacked her away, ripping the knife from the floorboards and stabbing towards her again. Teki braced her arms against his wrist, pushing against him with all her might, her eyes tearing up. Come on, please! Still, the tip of the blade inched forward, closer and closer and closer…

Something crashed into the two of them. One moment, her stepfather was on top of her, pinning her to the ground, the next he was on the floor next to her, thrashing wildly as Loki fought to rip the blade from his grasp. Teki rolled to her stomach, trembling as she gasped for air.

“Get help!” Loki yelled at her as the two wrestled on the ground. Osvald landed a kick to his stomach, and he hissed in pain.

Teki struggled to her feet and tried to make a run for the door. Her foot slipped on one of the papers strewn about from the box and she tripped, slamming against the floor.

Behind her, Osvald’s knife clattered to the ground. Still, they struggled.

Her legs were shaking too badly to stand. Teki crawled towards the door across the mess, unable to hear anything else over the pounding of her heart.

Without meaning to, her hand closed around the hilt of her own dagger.

Loki cried out, a short, quick gasp of pain.  Her stepfather’s footsteps vibrated deep in her stomach as he approached.

He yanked her to her feet by her collar and whipped her around, his fingers at her throat, grin wide and demented.

“Now—”

Teki buried the blade in his chest.

For a moment they just stared at it, gasping, the golden hilt crowning the fast-growing stain of crimson across his chest. He glanced up at her, icy eyes having lost their chill. Teki gaped back at him, frozen.

On the other side of the room, Loki pulled himself to his feet, eyes wide.

Her stepfather collapsed, a marionette with its strings cut, his blood splattering across the same floor he had so often beaten her against.

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