#Loki and Thor being familiar can be something so beloved

[worstloki]

Thor, known hero: You're on speaker so behave.

Loki, known villain: or what, you'll spank me?

Steve: >.>

Tony: >.>

Natasha: >.>

Bruce: >.>

Clint: >.>

#Loki and Thor being familiar can be something so beloved #''Loki. Loki. Loki. Loki.'' ''WHAT'' ''Amora did a thing and now all my limbs tingle weird'' ''Ugh. ok. did you try lavender?'' ''thank u'' #Tony: hey Thor let me see your phone for a second-- #Thor: [clutching it to his chest] you will not use it for information. Loki has likely warded his phone. maybe mine too i don't know #Tony: oh come on #Loki and Thor meeting up and doing stuff when not facing each other in battle is so <3 #Thor and Loki joke flirting and all the Avengers losing it #Loki showing up at Thor's place like hello brother do u have any coloured pins laying around #Thor and Loki video calling each other the day after a battle when they're both still healing from injuries they gave each other #clint gritting his teeth like r u for real texting loki right now. and thor not paying attention is like ya did u want to ask him something #Natasha: you realize he could be using you for information? he could be trying to figure out the layout of the building or the team dynamic #Thor: what? Loki isn't like that. #Natasha: he's an enemy #Thor: he really doesn't need me to find out those sorts of things #Bruce like i can't believe you broke your brothers arm and he kept fighting and Thor is like haha yeah i am proud of him <3 #Steve: you need to stop referring to the tower as our lair #Thor: but-- #Steve: it's not a lair that makes it sound like we're the bad guys here #Thor: :/ #Steve: Loki put you up to this didn't he #Thor: no but he did suggest I start calling you my master and I am now considering it #Loki absolutely knows the Avengers find it weird when Thor and he are casual so he starts teasing more often #sometimes the Avengers are too embarrassed to look him in the eyes when the next fight comes #Thor and Loki being on opposite sides but also setting time aside to hang out and try and mend their relationship is so >>>

[raineydays411]

Oh, what am I supposed to do without you

Loki x daughter!reader

Summary: Loki thought he was in a good place. He was married, happy and having a child. He should’ve known the universe wasn’t that kind.

A/N: God I’m so sorry about this one lol. Not much of the reader but I will be  making a second part. I hope yall like this one though. Inspiration came from “Mr, Loverman” and this fic.

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The silence was rattling. It creeped into the room, slowly,menacingly. Threatening to make him go mad. It wrapped around his body like a familiar friend. Making it hard for him to breath as it suffocated him. He knew they were staring at him. Trying to figure out what he would do next, whether he would break or not. Truthfully he didn’t know what he would do. For now he just starred as well. Not at them, of course not. He stared at the one thing that mattered. His reason for waking up and living. The one person in this entire universe who gave his world color. He reached out to touch her. Touch the hands that were always so warm against his cold skin. Hands that held his firm and sure as she pulled him along behind her, a smile on her beautiful face. Hands that were now cold and limp, the radicant glow she had been known for gone dark. The colors she brought to his world dimmed to dull, gre, muted hues. Then a sound broke through the silence. two sounds actually. One a wail of new life, a baby taking her first breaths, and another. A wail of a man who has lost everything. A wail of agony and pain.

As the healers bustled around him, Loki had only one thought in his head. 

“What am I supposed to do without you”

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Three months later and Loki still felt the emptiness left by his love. He heard her at night, humming sweet melodies as she stroked his hair. He hears her heartbeat as he eventually falls asleep, worn out by his constant tears. His room is in shambles, his clothes strewn about the floor, furniture smashed, everything is destroyed. Except for the things that belong to her. Her silk dresses that draped on her body perfectly were still hanging, untouched. The books she spent hours reading and re-reading remained on the shelf, collecting dust as they were no longer used. He doesn’t let anyone in their chambers. The space where they both shared. Space where they fought, made up, made love. To let someone else in would be tainting it. Soiling the memories they made together. That was one thing he could never do.

Another was look at the little monster who is responsible for this tragedy.

It was a girl. The daughter of one Loki Odinson and his beloved. 

Ironic. This child was supposed to bring happiness with its birth. Not even cleaned and it already managed to take away Loki’s light. He can barely stand looking at it. He tried, of course  he tried. But within minutes he had to call the nurse to take it away. Why? 

Because she has her mothers eyes.

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“Loki”

“Get out”

“Loki, it's been nine months since your child was--”

“THAT THING IS NO CHILD OF MINE”

Frigga was taken aback. She knew her son was heartbroken, devastated at the loss of his wife. But to disown his daughter, that was something she didn’t see coming. 

“Loki, you are being unreasonable.”

“Unreasonable? My wife has died because if that creature--”

“It is a child. A babe who has no idea who her father nor her mother is.”

“And as far as I’m concerned she never will!” Loki shouts, finally looking up at his mother. 

Frigga heart breaks for her son. She sees the utter agony he is in, the inner torment going on in his soul. Even if she didn’t see it in his face, the state of his room and self gives it away. He looks like he hasn’t bathed in the nine months that has passed. His clothes were rumpled and wrinkled, hair unkempt and wild. His face was pale and hollow, as if he was only eating enough to survive. He had dark bags under his eyes that showed that he hasn’t been sleeping well.  He truly was a man who was broken, almost beyond repair. 

“My son” Frigga said carefully,” I can never understand the pain you are going through, I pray to Valhalla I will not have to anytime soon. But please if not for yourself or that child, for the memory of her, attempt to see your daughter before making a rash decision.” And with that, she walked out of his chamber, leaving Loki to the silence again as he stared at the spot his mother stood. considering her words, he got up. picked up his room, went to bathe and walked out of the room for the first time in nine months. 

His face held no emotion as he walked down the hallways. He saw the servants stop and stare at him, shock filled their face as they saw the prince. He glared at them, sending them scurrying at the dark glance. He reached the nursery, the maid who oversaw the nursery tried to stop him. 

“My lord, you--” 

“Where is the child.” He said, calm and cool. The maid looked at him in fear, not knowing how to respond. At her silence, Loki scoffed and pushed her away, marching into the nursery. Upon entering he froze, memories of him and his beloved discussing the design they wanted for their child

**“Darling, why does the color shade matter? It’s not like the child has expectations.”

Laughter fills the air, “Loki, we must put every effort into showing our child they are loved. That includes finding the perfect shade of green to go with the room”

Loki looks at his wife, gently smiling.”If you say so my dear”**

The room was perfect. The walls were a beautiful shade of green that allowed the light into the room. There were vines and flowers crawling up the walls and draped over curtains. A white and gold crib stood in the middle of the chamber. A veil draped over it, preventing Loki from seeing the child inside. He was thankful as he worked up the courage to walk up to it. He looked out the window, seeing the stars that covered the sky, the lights of Asgard covering the earth. 

She would have loved it.

He took a deep breath and walked toward the crib. He pulled back the veil only to see that there was no child in there. 

“The babe is with your mother my lord.”

He turned to the maid. Embarrassed that she might have witnessed him reminiscing.

“And where is my mother” He asked

“In-in the dining hal--” 

He walked away before she was able to finish her sentence. He took long strides to the hall, wondering his his mother had tricked him into eating with the family.On the way, he passed a window overlooking the garden. He thinks of the times where he used to sit in it and listen to her read.

***  “...exquisite, in question more. These happy masks that kiss fair ladies’ brows”

“My love, why do you insist on reading these midgardian stories?”

Her laughter  reaches his ears, “Because beloved, it's a different perspective to something familiar”

“Oh? and what is that ?” 

“Love”  ***

“oki--”

Hearing his name, Loki is brought back to present times once more. He looks to see Thor, watching him with careful eyes. 

“Brother, it is wonderful to see you.”

“I wish I can say the same.”

Thor laughs, a soft chuckle compared to the booming laughter Loki knows he is capable of. 

“Ah Loki, your dry wit has been missed”

Loki rolls his eyes and starts walking and Thor follows. The two walking in silence. 

“What is it like?” Loki says softly. Thor looks at him in confusion.

“It?” 

“The child.”

“Oh brother, Y/n is--”

“Y/n?” 

That was the name she wanted. If they were to have a girl. She was determined, seeing the name in the book she loved to read. He remembers when they were telling his family she was with child.

*** Everyone was seated, servants bustling around the long table. Laughter filled the hall as the sun was setting. 

“Loki, you said you had news to tell us” Frigga said, taking a sip of her wine. 

Loki smiled, looking at his wife. Her face absolutely radiant as she flashes a smile of pure joy.

“ Well,” Loki waits till Thor has taken a large swig of ale, “ My beloved and are are expecting a child.” 

Gasps fill the room as well as Thor's hacking, ale being spewed on the table. 

“Oh Loki that is wonderful!!”  Frigga exclaims standing from her seat to embrace him. “Oh my dear, this is the most wonderous news,” 

“BROTHER I can’t believe it!” Thor exclaims, lifting Loki in a crushing hug. And for once, he didn’t mind it.  He turns to her and hugs her more gently. “ You are just full of surprises aren’t you, starlight”

Laughter, “Thor, I thought I told you to stop calling me that”

Silence fills the hall as Odin clears his throat, “ Loki, you have made me proud.”

Loki smiles as his love beams at him. 

“Thank you father.”**

They reached the dining hall. A cold feeling formed in the pits of his stomach. He can see his mother, talking with a maid as she bounces the child. He can’t see it, as Frigga's back is turned to him. Odin’s presence is notably absent, a small relief on Loki's part. 

Thor notices his brother’s nerves, he pats him on the back and says, “You can do this Loki.” Then walks off to join his mother. He kisses his mothers cheek and smiles at the child. He picks her up, bouncing her a few times  prompting a small laugh. Loki gimances at the sound. 

Thor walks up to him with the baby. 

“Loki, this is Y/n Odinson”

He looks at the child. He takes in its features, Beautiful curly hair, already thick and voluminous even at this age. Brown skin, unblemished and clean. Cheeks, chubby with baby fat. And...its eyes. Those damn eyes, he could barely stand it, (e/c) eyes, the same as his lost love. In fact, almost all it’s features that once belonged to his darling. A pain filled his body. He really couldn’t stand looking at this child. 

Not when his beloved wasn’t there to gaze upon their child as well. 

No, this was not his child. Not anymore. 

“Get rid of it.” 

Shock filled the faces of both Thor and Frigga. 

“Loki you cannot be serious.”

“Brother..”

“I SAID GET RID OF IT” Loki shouts. “I DO NOT WANT TO SEE THAT LITTLE MONSTER.” 

And with that he leaves the dining hall. Leaving behind  his mother, brother and the last piece of his wife he had. He hears it’s cries fill the silence.

He had only one thought in his head as he entered his chambers.

“What am I supposed to do without you”

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[rukia-writes]

Hi! Can I ask for a Heracles stubborn delinquent reader? Heracles starting to have strong feeling with reader ever since he saw her walking down the hallway.... or something like that😭And then also the reader secretly likes him back but too afraid to admit it , he invites her over a date and gets flushed out (blushing), she agrees on the date💗.

Heracles x Goddess!(Fem) Reader

Setting: Canon

A/N: I hope I did well Anon and hope you enjoyed it ♥️✨

“So, with that we’ll let humanity continue to exist. Curious, share some of your opinions this time.”

Zeus, the chairman of the council listened to the multitude of gods explain their reason of voting either for mankind’s survival or end. (Name) a goddess of the Norse pantheon raised her hand making Zeus shush the gods for her to speak.

“Humanity seems to be getting better with their acts, humans may be weak but they are getting better with taking care of the earth-“

“Perhaps we are not looking at the same earth, those still destructive as ever. The longer we let them live It won’t be long before their destruction backfires. Perhaps-“

“No, Loki.”

“Mood killer.”

Loki rolled his eyes annoyed now that his beloved cousin wasn’t completely for ending the human race. Odin was quiet as he listened to his daughter and nephew argue for a bit until he heard a familiar voice that belonged to a demi-god.

“I agree with (Name), humanity seems to be getting better with their acts.”

(Name) felt her heart race as she heard Heracles agree with her and saw that he gave her a bright smile to go with it. Ares who was sitting beside his hero was getting a little suspicious something was going on while Hermes smirked knowing Heracles liked from seeing her in the hallway from the last council meeting. From what Hermes could gather was that Heracles was rather shy about confessing and (Name) being stubborn with her feelings even though she liked truly liked him.

“Lame, why are you taking up for the humans?”

“I’m just..mind your own business Loki.”

Loki and (Name) whispered to one another arguing while other gods argued about humanity again. Loki and (Name)’s arguing eventually made a quiet god wake up from his nap.

“Both of you shut up.”

“You can’t say that to me brother. Go back to sleep.”

Thor merely scoffed at his sister knowing most of the time their father showed favoritism towards (Name), which wasn’t true as Odin spoiled them both.

“Admit it, it has something to do with Heracles doesn’t it?”

“What? No, humanity hasn’t been that bad. So far.”

Loki gave his cousin a “Yeah right” look before teasing (Name) a bit more before Odin told Loki and (Name) to be quiet, to which both honored begrudgingly. Once the meeting was over (Name) had to still stay as Odin had to talk to Zeus and made (Name) stay with him.

Thor and Loki left as soon as they could.

“Long time no see, (Name). How have you been?”

“J-just fine, Heracles. It’s been awhile.”

Forgetting how tall Heracles was (Name) stuttered a bit before regaining her composure, sometimes stuttering a bit when the Greek god smiled that bright smile of his. The longer the two talked (Name) wasn’t the only one who stuttered, rubbing the back of his head and looking to the side the god who conquered the twelve labors of Zeus started to blush and stuttered his words.

“Say, what are you doing tomorrow?Aphrodite is holding a banquet of sorts, and I would um would like it if you could be my date.”

(Name) could see the blush on his face from her height and so could Hermes and Ares. Ares was mentally rooting for Heracles and Hermes who found this whole scene amusing. To Heracles it seemed as though time moved so slow until he heard a “Of course, what should I wear?”

Finally looking at the happy goddess Heracles smiled back and told her to wear anything she wanted as he would escort her there himself. The two talked for a bit before Odin called for her that they were leaving, obeying (Name) followed her father before leaving though she blew Heracles kiss and waved bye with her fingers in a flirty way only making Heracles blush a dark red that went down to his neck as he didn’t know what (Name) did or what to do back. Regardless, (Name) left with a smile on her face.

Now that all that was left for the to do was to get ready for their date.

🍁Rukia-Writes🍁

#heracles record of ragnarok x reader #heracles x reader #snv x reader #snv Heracles x reader

[froggy-frogz]

could i get um like a loki x gn!reader where the tva uses the reader as like collierateral damage so loki will work with them?

AN: OOOOH, that's a good idea. It's probably going to be a little different from your request because I want to keep it as spoiler-free as I can! Hope you enjoy it! So yeah, slight spoilers for Endgame and ehhh a few maybe? Hopefully not for the Loki series.

Loki x GN!Reader

It had been five years since Loki died. Five years since you watched your beloved be brutally murdered by Thanos. During that time a lot had happened. You'd lost so many friends and family members of the Mad Titan and you feel into a deep depression.

An extreme one at that.

You found it hard to do basic tasks, and you really couldn't take care of yourself. It was hard too, seeing your home was now gone. Five years ago you lived with Tony Stark and the rest of the Avengers, and now, well, that's gone to shit.

Thankfully, Peter and his aunt let you stay with them. You had a part-time job so you could at least pay them back for their kindness, but that was your life now.

No longer a superhero. Not even a hero. Just a sad, desperate wage slave.

- - -

Mobius's POV

There wasn't any way that he had seen to get through to Loki. Even after trying to bribe him with a meeting with The Timekeepers. His last resort to get through to this man was to show him his life story.

A bit cliche don't you think? But hey, if it works it works.

For the first part of Loki's Life Story, the God had no reaction to anything. Damn this dude was good, he really did the entire liar persona very well.

It wasn't until another couple minutes in when it showed Frigga, that he finally started to crack.

Damnit, it's not like they could just find the dead woman and bring her here, The Timekeepers wouldn't allow that.

It was interesting, watching Loki's facial expressions as he watched the reel. Mobius quietly took mental notes on anything that popped up, which wasn't a lot.

Minutes had gone by and he didn't have shit to go off of, but as soon as a familiar purple face appeared clutching at Loki's throat that Mobius had an idea.

There was another person there with Thanos, Loki, and Thor that day. [Y/n] [L/n].

"Wait wait wait- Who is this-" Loki cleared his throat before turning to him, his persona dropping for a quick second and Mobius could see that maybe he had some bit of memory of this person.

"They're an Avenger, or, really was an avenger. [Y/n], you probably would recognize them when you were staging your attack on New York."

Loki's eyes flip back to watching the reel, not saying anything anymore, but his body language had changed dramatically, and Mobius suddenly felt a light go off in his head.

- - -

Your POV

Another day, same bullshit.

You had pulled yourself out of bed to pull on your work uniform before being stopped by Peter.

"Any plans for today [Y/n]?" He asks, tugging on his school clothes.

Peter was a good kid, and you couldn't help but feel guilty. Here you are, wallowing in grief when Peter had lost people too. Though you couldn't brew in those thoughts, not right now, not today.

"Nope, just work. You going anywhere with MJ or Ned after school." You comb through your hair, eyeing the kid to see his reaction, and of course, as soon as you brought up MJ, Peter turned a bright shade of red.

"U-Uh maybe, anyway, gotta go, see you later-" Peter quickly excused himself as you snorted. At least you had Peter and his antics.

-

The walk to work was probably the nicest thing about your day, that or coming home to Peter having set up some sort of marathon for you and his friends to watch. You made a mental note to thank him for doing that, it did feel nice.

The New York sun was nice today, and despite the pain throbbing in your chest you couldn't help but smile a bit. You still had people in your life that were special to you, even if they were busy doing their own special assignments or busy with school or-

Your thoughts had gotten the best of you again and somehow, you ended up in a dead-end. Typical. You were a bit spacey, and now you were going to be late because of that.

Before you could even pull out your phone to pull up Google Maps, there was a loud flash of light and you squeak, flipping around to see some sort of portal open up.

"Oh for fucks sake," You curse.

What happened this time?

"Are you [Y/n] [L/n] or [Hero name]?" The woman who had stepped out said.

It's not that you were shocked, but at the very least you were confused. You had stayed out of politics and avenging for so long that you thought you were safe.

"And? What if I am? Who are you?..." You sigh, "Look I don't have time for this-" "Look honey, I don't want to have to get rough with you so just come with us, alright?"

Welp. What other choice did you have?

- - -

You were now being not-so-nicely dragged through somewhere that looked like a freaking office building.

"If you think I'm still an Avenger, guess again, whatever this is, it doesn't involve me." You snort, looking up at the burly woman again.

She looks like she's going to say something before shaking her head, pushing you in front of her, to a man in a shit-colored suit.

"I'm Agent Mobius, please come with me [Y/n], I have someone who you'll be happy to talk too."

Yeah right. You snort as more of the guards who looked like Ms. Snippy Security Guard open two completely massive doors before you get dragged inside.

"Okay what in the hell do you want with me?" You snap as Mobius slaps on some sort of device to your wrist. "I've stayed out of this shit just so I wouldn't have to deal with you people."

"You didn't- Mobius- Is this? [Y/n]?"

Your stomach squeezes, and for a second, you feel as time froze. Looking up to Mobius, you take a shaky breath before looking in front of you.

Oh, Gods.

You feel like vomiting as you stumble backward.

"Oh fuck no, wh.. whatever type of game you people are playing, count me out of it. You sick bastards, why the hell are you trying to fuck with me? He-"

Mobius stops you from continuing, "'[Y/n]. It's not a prank, this is your Loki, well, New York Loki."

You look at him again, and you feel like you're on the verge of tears as you take a step forward. "New York? Like as in-"

"It's been a while hasn't it?" Loki takes a step forward, "For you, I mean. You watched me die? What was it, uh-"

"Five years ago." You gulp, rubbing at your face, "Can I touch you?"

Loki pauses before nodding, and you take your final step forward before getting dragged back, the device on your wrist dragging you away from Loki.

"The h.. hell?" You look to the device, and then back to Mobius.

"Before you two lovebirds start anything, let's talk about why [Y/n]'s here... It's part of your bargain Loki. You help us, and then you two can be reunited, once again. The Timekeepers can make it happen. What do you say?"

#marvel #marvel x reader #loki x reader #loki x gn reader #loki x trans reader #x reader #x gn reader #x trans reader

[ndiecity]

In alphabetical order I present to you, drum roll please… the gods of alcohol.

Aegis, Nordic God of the Sea and host of the gods

Ægir is the divine personification of the sea in Norse mythology, and also the frequent host of the gods. In the Poetic Edda, Ægir has a wife, Rán, with whom he has Nine Daughters associated with the waves. Ægir is often portrayed in the eddic poems as the host of the gods. In Hymiskviða, Thor acquires a huge cauldron in which to brew beer as the gods expect to visit Ægir. In Lokasenna (Loki’s Flyting), Loki’s verbal duel with the gods occurs at a feast hosted by Ægir, and the poem is also called Ægisdrekka (Ægir’s Drinking Party) by paper manuscripts. During the party, Loki kills one of Ægir’s servants. In Grímnismál, Ægir’s prowess as a host is the final motif Odin reveals to the King Geirröd.

Dionysus (Bacchus), Greek God

Dionysus, Romanised as Bacchus, was the god of grape harvest, winemaking and wine, of ritual madness and ecstasy in Greek mythology.  He was later considered a patron of the arts. Dionysus is the son of Zeus and Semele. He was one of the most important gods of everyday life and became associated with the idea that under the influence of wine one could feel possessed by a greater power. On one hand he brings together joy and ecstasy, on the other chaos and misery, reflecting both sides of wines nature. He was a god who stood for the untamed nature of life. He wandered the world actively encouraging his cult. Maenads, women who had been driven mad, flush with wine and known for their cries of ‘oi’, accompanied him. The maenads achieved a state of ‘ecstasis’, which is where our word ecstasy comes from, and were famously outrageous. Festivals called Dionysia were held in his honour in the spring, when leaves started to reappear on the vine, Greek theatre was institutionalised here.

Kvasir, Norse Mead of Poetry

In Norse mythology, Kvasir was a being born of the saliva of the Æsir and the Vanir, two groups of gods. Extremely wise, Kvasir traveled far and wide, teaching and spreading knowledge. This continued until the dwarfs Fjalar and Galar killed Kvasir and drained him of his blood. The two mixed his blood with honey, resulting in the Mead of Poetry, a mead which imbues the drinker with skaldship and wisdom, and the spread of which eventually resulted in the introduction of poetry to mankind.

Liber, Roman God

Liber (the free one), also known as Liber Pater (the free father) was a god of viticulture and wine, fertility and freedom. He was a patron deity of Rome’s plebians, his festival of Liberalia, (17th March) became associated with free speech and the rights attached to coming of age. Young men celebrated their coming of age by cutting off and dedicating their first beards to their household’s guardian deities, and if citizens, wore their first toga virilis, the “manly” toga. Liber also personified male procreative power, his temples held the image of the phallus. His cult and functions were increasingly associated with Bacchus and his Greek equivalent Dionysus, whose mythologies he came to share.

Mbaba Mwana Waresa, Zulu Goddess, South Africa

Mbaba Mwana Waresa is a fertility goddess of the Zulu religion. She is a goddess of the rainbow, agriculture, rain and beer. She is one of the most beloved Goddesses of Southern Africa, largely because she is credited with the invention of beer. she could not find a suitable husband in heaven, so she came to look on earth. She came across a herdsman named Thandiwe, whose song moved her so much that she chose him to be her companion.

Ninkasi, Sumerian

Ninkasi is the Sumerian goddess of brewing and beer and head brewer to the gods themselves. Her name means “the lady who fills the mouth” and her birth was formed of sparkling-fresh water. The sumerian written language and the associated clay tablets are among the earliest human writings. Among these is a poem with the English title, “A hymn to Ninkasi”. The poem is, in effect, a recipe for the making of beer. Early brewers were primarily women, mostly because it was deemed a woman’s job.

Ogoun, Yorùbá religion

In the Yoruba religion, Ogoun is an orisha (deity) and loa (spirit) who presides over iron, hunting, politics and war. He is the patron of smiths, and is usually displayed with a number of attributes: a machete, rum and tobacco. Ogoun comes to mount people in various aspects of his character, and the people who venerate him are quite familiar with each of them. His possessions can sometimes be violent. Those mounted by him are known to wash their hands in flaming rum without suffering from it later. They dress up in green and black, wave a sabre or machete, chew a cigar and demand rum in an old phrase “Gren mwe fret” (my testicles are cold). Often, this rum is first poured on the ground, then lit and, finally, the fumes generated by this are then allowed to pervade the peristyle. The sword, or much more commonly the machete, is his weapon and he often does strange feats of poking himself with it, or even sticking the handle in the ground, then mounting the blade without piercing his skin.

Radegast, Slavic God

Radegast, is an old god of Slavic mythology, his name can be etymologised as meaning something like “Dear guest”. He was proclaimed as the Slavic god of hospitality and as such entered the hypothetical, reconstructed Slavic pantheon of modern days.

Raugutiene and Raugupatis, Baltic God and Goddess

Raugupatis is known as the God of fermentation. Raugutiene is Raugupatis partner and she is known as the Goddess of beer.

Silenus, Greek

Silenus was a companion and tutor to the wine god Dionysus. He was the old rustic god of the dance of the wine-press, his name being derived from the words seiô, “to move to and fro,” andlênos, “the wine-trough.” He was also the god of drunkenness who rode in the train of Dionysus seated on the back of a donkey.

Soma, Hindu

Soma, an ancient Hindu god, is many things; the afterworld, the moon, inspiration and the god of poets and a bull. Not only does he enjoy drugs, he is a particular drug: the soma plant, known more commonly as ephedra vulgaris. For millennia, Hindu warriors have drunk a concoction derived from the soma plant. This drink was said to give them a sense of euphoria and ecstasy and helped warriors get over the fear or anxiety of an upcoming battle. As a drug, the god Soma represented a link between the world of the gods and this world. Soma is the name of a fictional drug in Aldous Huxley’s 1932 novel, Brave New World.

Sucellus, Celtic

In ancient Celtic religion, Sucellus or Sucellos was the god of agriculture, forests and alcoholic drinks of the Gauls, also part of the Lusitanian mythology. He is usually portrayed as a middle-aged bearded man, with a long-handled hammer, or perhaps a beer barrel suspended from a pole.

Tezcatzontecati, Aztec

In Aztec mythology, Tezcatzontecati is the god of pulque, of drunkenness and fertility.

Yasigi, African

This African goddess of beer was depicted as the ultimate party girl, a female deity depicted with ample breasts, a beer ladle and penchant for lustful dance.

Yi-ti, Chinese

This Chinese god is said to have created the first rice wine. Not much is known about Yi-ti but it is said that he brewed the concoction for an emperor and may of used grapes as well as rice.

I'm hoping this is all accurate information, because this is super interesting and a really weird thing to get in my inbox lol

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[cozy-the-overlord]

Masquerade

Part 2 of Cozy’s Fluff-To-Angst Fun and Games

@loki-hargreeves said

Here's a fluffy-ish prompt for you,

Dancing together (anything between ballroom dancing or just dancing in the living room at 2am together) 💚

Summary: It didn’t have to be bad, Loki told himself. His parents were married through such an arrangement, and they were happy together. 

He would be happy too.

Word Count: 1,659

Pairing: Loki x OFC

A/N: I feel like if you’ve read any of my other stuff, you’ll know how my favorite trope is childhood friends to lovers. I thought I’d try a twist on that formula. Not sure if it worked, but here you go!

Thanks for reading!

Warnings: None? I think? It’s just Loki being lonely

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Loki had always loved dancing.

Alfheim balls were a little different from the ones he had grown up attending on Asgard, but the dancing was similar enough. It was a comfort, little scraps of familiarity floating in a frozen sea. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to be swept up in the rhythm.

Rowan was radiant, as always. She laughed as she spun in his arms, the skirt of her dress flaring around her legs in a sparkling golden blur, and when he pulled her closer he found himself laughing too. It was impossible to resist—her smile was infectious.

His wife was a brilliant actress.

Loki hadn’t known what to expect from the arranged marriage laid before him. He had been granted only a month to attempt to straighten his thoughts before being sent away to Alfheim to meet his bride. It didn’t have to be bad, he told himself. His parents were married through such an arrangement, and they were happy together. Happy enough at least. He would be happy too.

And … he could almost feel happy here. Dancing. Drowning in the music. Letting the cacophony of the ballroom wash over him. The two of them swooped across the floor, so smooth they might have been flying, all eyes on them. It almost felt like the life he had always expected to lead.

It almost felt real.

Loki felt lightheaded. Before his wedding, he had never cared for Elven wine, but now he had been finding himself warming up to the drink a little more with each banquet. It made everything seem distant. He liked that.

Rowan twirled again. Her gown was silky green, swathed in gold—his colors, of course. She had been wearing something similar when he first arrived. Really, between the dress and her dark curls, she could have been mistaken for Loki’s sister. It was something Thor had been quick to point out, smacking his shoulder with a boisterous laugh as soon as they stepped off the Bifrost.

Loki missed that laugh. Everything here seemed too quiet. The highlight of his wedding feast had been watching his brother drunkenly frolic his way through the night, challenging men he didn’t know to duels over women he had just met, spilling wine all over himself when a pretty girl brushed up too close to him. His mother had been mortified, but Loki found it endlessly entertaining.

He had nearly cried the next morning, when he came down to bid his family farewell. He hid it, of course. It wouldn’t do to have a son of Odin bawling like a baby over a goodbye. He even managed a weak laugh, when Thor clapped him on the back and congratulated him for surviving his wedding night, although he was curious as to what his brother would say had he known Loki spent it on a couch.

But he really felt it rising, that frozen knot of panic in his throat, when his mother gave him one last embrace. He wondered if she could hear the frantic, childish plea he left unsaid.

Please don’t leave me here.

But as powerful as his mother was, she couldn’t read his mind, and so leave him they did.

He didn’t blame Rowan. He couldn’t—this was no more her fault than it was his. In fact, he had tremendous respect for her. The speech she had given him that night, when they returned to the apartment they were to share as husband and wife, had been straightforward and concise—perhaps a little rehearsed, but not so much that her conviction was unclear.

Still, it had startled him.

“I’ll be your wife. When I’m crowned Queen, you’ll be my Crown Prince. You and your realm will have the power and control you so desperately desire. But you won’t have me. You’ll never have me. Understand?”

Loki nodded. What was he supposed to do? Of all the scenarios he had run through his mind, over and over again until he could barely focus on anything else, he had never prepared for such an abrupt dismissal. When she disappeared into the bedroom, slamming the door with a swish of her emerald gown, he could only stand there like the great gaping idiot he was.

She was swishing that gown now, as they circled the floor once more. She stretched her hand out to his, his hand grazing her waistline as they turned to the music. The crowd of nobles watching from the edges of the ballroom seemed to have drawn even tighter around them since he last looked. The muscles in Loki’s neck tensed, but he held his easy smile. He had learned to dance through these maskless masquerades, and he danced them quite well.

Rowan wasn’t bothered by all the eyes on her. She peered across the assembly, scanning the faces even as she fell back into his arms beaming. Loki didn’t even have to look up to know who she was searching for.

He had met him once. The Other Man. His name was Ari, and he worked in the royal stables. For banquets such as this, however, he was occasionally called in to aid the overworked staff. It was a station he had been born into, it seemed—his father had served as groom, his mother a kitchen maid. Ari had served alongside him as a stableboy in his youth. He and Princess Rowan had known each other since they were children.

Loki had met him when he discovered him lounging in the very rooms he shared with his wife. It was a rare occasion—usually Rowan was smart enough to keep her extramarital engagements outside of the palace—but it seemed that she had to step out for a moment and asked Ari to wait for her. They shared several minutes of stilted conversation. Loki tried to be polite, but the stablehand was clearly uninterested in friendship. They were both exceedingly relieved when Rowan returned to whisk her lover away. The foul-eyed smirk Ari shot at him as he left made Loki feel sick.

He thought about asking Rowan not to bring him back to their apartment. Surely that would be a fair request. If Thor had been in his position he would certainly have no qualms about making it. No, he’d demand that Rowan never do such a thing again.

But … Loki had never exactly been the demanding type. He didn’t want to be the demanding type. It was her life, her love, and he was the intruder from another planet butting in and turning it upside down. It didn’t bother him that she wanted to be with someone else. He wasn’t jealous. He didn’t want Rowan, not like that. He didn’t love her, and she certainly didn’t love him, and Loki was perfectly fine with that. He wanted her to be with Ari, if that was what brought her happiness. They both deserved to be happy.

But … he found himself thinking about them a lot. He had precious little else to do here, besides nod along in meetings where he had no real say and reread books that no longer offered him escape. Loki’s mind would drift off, and he’d wonder how they met, the princess and the stableboy. Maybe Rowan had been lonely as a child—after all, she had no siblings, and the Alfheim court held precious few her age. Maybe she had come to the stables to hide away from the weight of royalty. Loki had done that when he was little—hide in the stables, or the wine cellar, or anywhere safe and secluded where it felt like nobody was looking at him.

Maybe she had hidden in an empty stall, and Ari found her when he came into clean. He imagined Ari had been quite lonely too—there couldn’t be a lot of conversation to be had when one spends their days mucking after horses—and so when he came across the princess huddled in the corner, her silk skirt carefully tucked under her knees, he sat down next to her.

Loki imagined them talking, not about anything in particular, just bouncing from topic to topic the way children tend to do. Maybe Rowan brought up her favorite book. Maybe Ari showed her his favorite flower. It didn’t really matter. But Loki pictured them growing closer, meeting up in secret again and again, their endeavors growing wilder with their childish glee. He saw them sneaking away to the roof of the palace to watch the sunset and count the stars, laughing at the ant-like people scurrying by below as they snacked on stolen chocolates. He saw them creeping away to practice dancing in the moonlight, with nothing but the nightingale’s song to count their steps. He saw them slowly begin to look each other in a different light, nervous lips brushing against each other for the first time. He saw them hatch plans of escape—long, intricate schemes that called for stolen ships and falsified identities—before they came to their senses and realized such plans would never come to fruition. He saw himself enter their story and felt their loathing.

Loki wished he had that. That closeness, that bond. He wished he could talk to Rowan, really talk to her and trust her to listen. Not in a romantic sense, but as something else. Friends. Weren’t there stories like that, where the husband and wife in arranged marriages grew to have a friendship more powerful than anything romantic?

But somehow, Loki knew that to his wife, he’d only ever be the man trying to rip her from her beloved.

The music was reaching a close. Rowan pulled away in a graceful curtsey. Loki let her go with a bow. The crowd rippled with polite applause, devoted and empty as always. Loki kept his smile, blithe as can be.

His wife wasn’t the only brilliant actor in the room.

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[mostly-marvel-musings]

Hi!! If you're taking requests, would you be interested in doing a Loki x con artist! reader? I think the acting/lying/magic dynamic could be neat. No pressure of course! Thank you!!

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A/N: I think this is the best request I’ve gotten in a while! Thank youu anon I hope I’ve done it justice.

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Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: none! Fluff.

Word count: 1127

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“How was I supposed to know? I can’t see into the future, I’m not a witch.”

“No? Then why do you dress like one?”

An involuntary chuckle left your lips as you passed the two rather tall, bickering gentlemen. The one with raven long hair, wearing a dark suit heard it and turned his head your way, his eyes narrowed in annoyance. Before he could locate you however, the crowd provided a perfect blend for you to disappear, leaving the God to scoff before getting back to his brother.

This was the first time Loki heard a laugh that intrigued him enough to want to hear it again.

.

The second time he heard it, there were several police cars surrounding a building along with at least a dozen worried-looking people. From the looks of it, there had been a robbery as Loki picked up on some conversations floating around while he watched from an adjacent alley.

“Fools, all of them.”

There it was again, that chuckle, coupled with an alluring voice that made him turn around only to see a cloud of white smoke and then nothing but an old bin. A few seconds later, a metal scrape grabbed his attention upwards seeing a figure rapidly ascending the fire escape stairs before vanishing from sight.

It couldn’t be magic, could it? There weren’t any known sorcerers on Midgard, not that he was aware of any other than the Sorcerer Supreme, Stephen Strange. And Loki was well aware of his magic.

This was different. Once again Loki was left wondering when he’d get to put a face to that voice.

.

“Wait here, brother.”

“Why?”

“Because the people inside aren’t too pleased with your presence. I however am pretty popul...”

“Fine have it your way. That place is too cramped anyways.”

Loki huffed, shoving his hands in his pockets and trudged onto the dark and empty street, leaving Thor behind to deal with his beloved Midgardians. A rustle of leaves gained his attention as he slowed his pace to locate the source. You tripped and fell on the curb from the bushes, hands thankfully coming in front to protect your face just in time.

Loki stepped forward to help but you were already on your feet, dusting the leaves off of your coat while your hair flew in the light breeze.

“Are you alright?”

“Ugh. Fine. Thank you.”

It was that voice. The one Loki had been searching for, the one that had him wonder what the person behind it would look like. He tried to get a glimpse of your face while you brushed some dirt off your pants, when you didn’t, he tried again.

“Are you sure?”

At that moment, you looked up at him. Narrowing your eyes just a little as you tried to place that familiar face before realisation dawned.

“You’re Loki.”

“Why yes. And you are?” Loki managed a small smile, extending his hand, very unlike his usual self. His eyes taking in the beauty he saw standing before him.

You glanced back at the house you had emerged from, a silhouette pacing about the bedroom window possibly on a phone alarmed you to get the fuck outta that place.

“Can we walk?”

“Uh. Sure.”

Loki frowned but followed without asking further questions, your walk turning into a brisk jog as you searched for a secluded and safe spot.

Once you made sure you were away from prying eyes, you leaned against a fence closing your eyes for a brief moment before realising you weren’t alone.

“You were running away from something. Someone?” He asked, warily looking around before facing you, clearly intrigued by the whole situation.

“They owed me.” You spoke quietly.

“It was you the other day. At that building with all the police, wasn’t it?”

“Were you following me?”

“Not at all. I just happened to be in the same arena.”

You eyed the God of Mischief who had just got defensive, something that clearly wasn’t new to him.

It was like a thief being caught in red handed.

Smirking at the man, you reached under your coat to reveal a piece of jewellery just for a second before making it vanish. The sleight of hand impressed Loki instantly as his green eyes sparked interest even in the dim yellow light cast by the street lamps.

“You’re a sorceress.” He whispered, the glint in his eye so obvious, it made you stifle a giggle.

“We don’t have those on Earth.”

“And what of your precious Stephen Strange?”

“Who?” You frowned, not knowing who this said Strange was.

“Nevermind. A witch then?” Loki questioned, stepping closer as if to get a good look at you.

“I prefer the term con artist.”

“Why?” He prodded.

“You’re awfully curious.”

He remained silent, waiting for you to speak.

“Well if you must know, I wasn’t always like this. Those people back there, they owed me and my family. I simply took what was mine.”

Loki only nodded, the similarities between the two of you spoke volumes. He did not miss that flash of sadness and regret that reflected in your eyes as you spoke, empathy - a rare emotion for the Jotun rose in his heart.

“How?”

“Trust of the innocent is a liar’s greatest tool.”

“What about the other day in that building?”

“A simple trickery. No harm done, but you know. People are paranoid.” You whispered for emphasis, bringing a smile to his face and yours.

Staring at his tall figure, you didn’t feel he was a stranger which actually he was, somehow he seemed not all that different from you. Loki’s striking features were unmatched, those eyes hid innumerable secrets and yet they seemed understanding. His voice was smooth enough to fool the smartest of them all and yet it held compassion.

“So you’re a thief.” Loki teased, offering his hand as you went to stand up. His cold touch contrasted your warm one.

“A trickster.”

“A trickster.” He confirmed, not willing to let go of your hand just yet.

Maybe it was the unconventionality of it all, maybe it was the way you spoke, but Loki found it difficult to let you go from his sight even as he heard Thor stomping towards the alley. Turning to face him after stealing a last look at you, he smiled when that white smoke returned, knowing you had vanished.

“What was that? Who were you talking to?” Thor frowned at his brother who simply shrugged, patting him on the back before returning to the road.

Loki glanced over his shoulder even though the alley was deserted, the word ‘enchantress’ stuck on his mind as he cursed himself for not asking your name.

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[amiechuchu]

Magic, Mayhem, and All Things in Between.

There's something about magic and mayhem that just goes together so perfectly. Maybe it was because it bent the rules of science, the rules of logic.

So unreal.

So unnatural.

So chaotic.

But... Wasn't that the same as love?

[AN: It’s been awhile since I’ve written and, well, throws this at you. I hope you enjoy! I’m not a very experienced writer when it comes to things that are creative. This was also not reviewed due to time constraints of medschool HAHAH pain :’)]

Warnings: none 

Chapter 1: Problem and Hypothesis

Everything in this world was meant to have rules bound to logic – bound to science: from the concept of life till death and everything in between.

Systematic. Methodical. Logical.

Or so you thought.

It was until you were recruited by a certain Mr. Tony Stark, a very close friend of your uncle, Bruce. Confused, you asked your uncle why they needed a medical doctor. You were far from being good at grasping anything about physics, more so astrophysics. To your dismay, even your uncle was just as clueless; however, because Mr. Stark promised him that you would not be doing anything dangerous, he left him to his endeavors.

The anxiety of embarrassing yourself tugging at your throat. Your mind rambled on as you walked under the hot New York summer sun. Wiping the droplets of sweat from your forehead, you made a mental note to yourself to wear scrubs instead of slacks and a turtleneck along with your pristine white coat when in New York. Finally, you see the silhouette of the ever-popular Stark Towers. A troubled sigh came out from your mouth upon entering the building. You enjoyed the surge of sudden coolness though.

You whipped out your cellphone to text your dear Uncle that you had arrived at the lobby, asking if he could pick you up from there. Knowing your anxious tendencies, it was no surprise that he agreed, and, so, you stood there waiting, enjoying the last few moments of not being crushed by expectations.

A familiar voice called out your name as you fiddled with your phone.

Looking forward, you saw your uncle, Bruce. Your eyes lit up, and you smiled.

“It’s been a while,” Bruce said, pulling you into a hug, “how’s our little doctor?”

“Clueless and absolutely terrified,” you answered.

The both of you pulled away from the hug and began to walk towards the elevator. Your steps, out of tempo, as Bruce’s strides were difficult to catch up with. Walking beside tall people should be a sport, you thought.

Bruce let out a chuckle as he noticed your struggle. Slowing down, he reassured you, “Well, I’m certain you’ll do fine. You have an amazing brain, so full of potential – new ideas.”

“That’s the problem, uncle,” you sighed, “I absolutely have no idea what I’m doing here. I’m not an astrophysicist. I’m a physician! I’m a doctor, but they’re two different things!”

Both doctors made their way up to Stark Labs, chit-chatting along the elevator ride. Trying to catch up with your uncle.

The elevator doors opened, revealing a full-blown laboratory.

Your eyes twinkled in awe as it surveyed the area.

There was a main table right at the middle of the room decorated with a variety of beautiful glass apparatuses. Looking at the far end, you noticed that there was sophisticated machinery lined up. To its right, there was an isolated room, a little bit dimmer than the rest of the room. Squinting, you noticed a biosafety cabinet and smiled. A small hallway can be seen to the side of the said room. You ignored your uncle as you were entranced by the beauty of scientific experimentation and walked to check what that small hallway had to offer. It was just the reagent room.

That was a bit anticlimactic, you thought to yourself. Shrugging that thought away, you continue admiring the pristine white machines against the steel walls, the little laboratory trinkets that littered the table, and the faded laboratory precaution signs. This. This felt like home.

It did not take much more for you to realize that this entire floor was an experimental laboratory and a top-notch one at that. Giving a sigh of relief, at least it was something you were sure you could handle. You finally looked at your uncle, “So… You needed a doctor for actual doctor things?”

“Yes, precisely!” someone had answered. 

Looking back at the elevator, you see the one and only Mr. Tony Stark. He crossed his arms, “We need a medical doctor to do medical doctor-y things.”

You had mumbled a confused okay, hoping to get more context of what you are actually here in this lab for. Tony extended his arm to the duo that accompanied him. Two tall men exuding absolute polar opposite auras.

Your brow raised, still visibly confused. Your uncle giving a deadpanned look at Tony, begging him to just tell his niece the details.

“Okay…” Tony clapped, the sound bouncing off the steel walls, “Uh, Thor, Prince of Asgard, here will be your personal test subject. Reindeer games, Prince of Asgard’s brother is just here, so your uncle dearest can babysit him.” Thor, the blond, waved and gave a light hello. Reindeer games, on the other hand – you assumed he was talking about the tall, raven-haired, brooding man – furrowed his brows at Tony, visibly insulted.

Why Reindeer games, though? And Asgard what place is that? The longer I’m here the more questions I ask I swear to God.

“You see, these two are gods. Literal gods,” Tony continued.

You blinked in disbelief.

“Gods?” you asked, eyes wide-open, voice filled with skepticism, “you’re joking. I can believe mutations and possibly aliens, but gods? If you’re playing a prank on me, you have to try better than that, Mr. Stark.” You gave off a light laugh and looked at your uncle. Bruce, giving you a nervous smile, and nodded.

Oh, he’s serious.

Tony Stark smirked at you, enjoying your visible confusion. The man of iron knew you were an unbeliever when it comes to things that bend the concept of reality. Your uncle wanted it to stay that way to keep you safe from this line of work, but there were more pressing matters to attend to, or so he assumed. Again, he was kept in the dark by Tony. However, you were accepting of it so long as the data matched.

He glanced at Tony, curious at what this plan of his was. You, on the other hand, were staring intensely at the duo, mentally asking how in the world were they gods?

Your eyes met the raven-haired God's, entranced by his emerald, green ones. There was a glint in his eyes that spelled trouble, or so you’d think.

It would be a terrible lie that Loki didn’t enjoy your naivety towards the existence of Gods like him. Something in him felt like

“Mortals,” he thought, “so weak, so pitiful, so naïve.”

Tony broke the tension, “So… The reason why you’re here, little doc, is Thor here will be your personal Bugs Bunny. The goal is to identify whatever he has in his system that us, non-gods, can be able to utilize.”

Thor raised an eyebrow and muttered, "So... I'm going to be turned into a rabbit? How? Is my brother going to conjure something for that?" He looked at the other with bright eyes, excited for his rabbit-faith.

You smiled at this interaction but gave out an exasperated sigh as you tried to wrap your head around everything, “What you’re saying here, Mr. Stark, is that I come up with, say, a serum that could help turn cute little, tiny mortals like me into a god?”

Loki rolled his eyes at her statement.

How could cute little, tiny mortals like you ever turn into a god? Midgardians were meant to be used, ruled, subjugated.

Then, something clicked in him. The God of Mischief smirked. 

You looked over to him, confused. Was there anything wrong with what you just said?

“Hmmm, yeah that’s about right. Or anything really. You have free reign over your very own Bugs Bunny here, little doc. You’ve done a fair share of research regarding whatever makes the body tick. What’s so different about doing it on a god?”

You paused. He was right. Good point.

You were horribly curious regarding what makes a god, a god.

“Alright, so for the benefit of humanity, I’m here performing experiments on Thor-“

“Bugs Bunny, yes."

You could've sworn there was a twinkle in Thor's eyes.

“Alright. I’m in.”

This is going to be a fun scheme, Loki thought.

The room was filled with the sound of  your heels pacing to-and-fro. Because Tony had not given you any context regarding his request, you had no method to begin with - no plan. You held your arms close to you, with a hand resting under your chin making a stern thinker-like expression. All eyes were on you, and you absolutely hated the feeling. You now had more expectations to live up to, and, oh dear did that anxiety pool to your chest, scratching at your throat. 

A plan. I needed a plan.

Loki, observing from afar, entertained by your meltdown. It was interesting to Loki that you, a mortal who was just dragged out of the blue to participate in that Man of Iron’s scheme, was already devoted to the betterment of mankind. He scoffed at this saying. Mortals would never be on the level of gods like him. They were meant to be ruled, subjugated, and used. The raven-haired god’s eyes followed your pacing, attempting to understand how the little mortal’s brain worked, how he would be able to use her to scheme his way out of this hell hole.

He peered over to Bruce, and Bruce did the same. Except, there was anger written all over his face. His brows furrowed and lips pulled to a frown. As if, telepathically, he was telling Loki not to try anything funny to his niece or he was going to snap him in two. The god could’ve sworn that Bruce began turning green for a split second. However, this did not faze him, knowing that the uncle’s beloved niece was nearby. Loki raised a brow to him, feigning innocence, and shifted his gaze back to the pacing doctor.

You were pulled to your own world. A world filled with research designs, methods, and principles. So deep in thought, you had blocked everything and everyone in your periphery. Unbeknownst to you, the God of Thunder had put his hand on your shoulder and laughed, pulling you out of your science-inhabited mind, and laughed. Your ears rang. The sound of tinnitus followed thereafter.

“Perhaps the little doctor’s thoughts have travelled past Asgard! So, have you devised a plan that turns me into a rabbit as what the Man of Iron said?” Thor boomed, his laughter reverberating through the laboratory. You flinched, not used to sounds so boisterous.

Loud. But, a sign of reassurance. You murmured an apology to Thor for having to intervene with your internal thoughts. 

You closed your eyes and exhaled, trying to pull yourself together. Until, you felt a light tug on your shoulder. 

Curious and confused, you opened your eyes to the direction and found Loki’s gaze set on you. He gave you an apologetic smile, seeing that you flinched slightly to the loudness of his brother. You smiled back at him, warmly. 

“You don’t have to worry, little doctor,” the God of Mischief began. His voice, silvery - like ear candy - filling up the gaps of awkwardness that you had oh-so naturally set up. Shooting a glance at his babysitter, he carefully made his way towards you, as if he was trekking through landmines. “Knowing that you were just dragged into this nonsense, it’s understandable that you don’t know where to start.” 

You watched as Loki made his way to your periphery. The room filled, once more, with the slow pitter-patter of boots. 

Up close, he was tall and imposing. Raven curls slicked back and so chaotically organized, draping the sides of his face and accentuating his jawline. sharp, it could cut a man. Eyes so alluring, yet so full of mystery. Then it hit you, the god was attractive - very attractive. 

“You know, it’s rude to stare,” Loki gave a low chuckle, snapping you back to reality, “but I suppose I do have that effect on everyone.”

Flustered, you immediately put your hands in the pockets of your pristine white coat, looked away, and choked on an apology. You were having word vomit. You, a professional, was caught admiring a person - a deity - that you had just met. A shame.

“I am terribly, terribly sorry. I didn’t know what-” and so began the second wave of your word vomit.

The sound of joyful, boisterous laughter rang in your ears again, and, once more, pulled you out of your trance.

“Now, brother, you’ve just met her! No need to start bullying the maiden,” Thor echoed. Playfully, he slapped Loki’s back as a sign of brotherly affection. 

Loki stiffened at this action. “A little softer next time brother,” he mumbled and got his bearings together, “I apologize for that. I didn’t mean to. I just have the habit of playing tricks on people.” He stole a glance towards Bruce, who still had his guard up. 

The God of Mischief extended out his hand, “I am Loki of Asgard, Son of Odin, God of Mischief.”

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[darkacademicfrom2021]

The Adventures of Silvertongue and Olive

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8 - See a man about a cat

Olive growled from the other side of the door.

“What the Hel is taking you so long?”, he asked impatiently.

“Would you mind helping me with the dress?”, asked his date. “I can’t seem to find the… thingy. It’s been so long since I last wore one…”.

“It’s been so long since you last wore anything, for that matter, Janis”.

She smiled and opened the door for him. Her spine still had the traces of her scales, and the skin looked a little too green; but it was a matter of time until it transformed back into a normal Vanir body.

“And I regret it dearly. You owe me so much, now. I hate my Vanir form. Fingers are so uselessly short. And, ugh, the hair”.

“I get it, you want to go back to python, whatever. It’s just one night. We dance a little and nobody notices”.

“Repeat my ‘name’, please?”.

“I’ll call you Janice, what about that?”.

“Janice as opposed to Janis? Dear, you’re a genius”, she spat sarcastically.

“Janine?”.

“Dear Gods. Fine. Whatever. Nobody will know anyways. Except for the fact that my eyes are bright yellow and I can barely remember how to use my feet”.

“This will be a hard dance, won’t it?”, he sighed and laid on his bed. She threw the dress away and tried with some long pants and a silk shirt. At least they didn’t require the fine motor skills needed for a zipper. “Let’s go. They’re waiting for us”.

Loki was already in the Great Hall when he first saw Lady Sif arrive, and let’s say he didn’t pay much mind to her anyway. She looked exceedingly produced, a dress that moved with her steps and a hairstyle that should’ve taken hours. Or at least, that’s what Loki thought.

“You look breathtaking, Lady Sif”, said Thor, taking her hand for a dance.

“You already have a date, Thor. In fact, you have a fiancé. Let me do this bit”, Loki moved him away, and took Sif’s hand with a grin. “I hope you don’t trip in those heels”.

“I’ll step on you on purpose”, she murmured with her teeth closed and an equally wide fake smile. They danced for ten painfully long minutes, until prince Olive and Janine walked through the entrance. “Oh, your beloved is here”.

“Better late than never”, he said under his breath.

“Once you marry him, you’ll have to force him to be more punctual”, she joked.

“Well, don’t count your chickens”.

“Why?”.

“Very reserved. Says he’s straight”, Loki explained, rolling his eyes. If his hands were free from Sif’s body, he’d even make quotes over the word. Sif scoffed.

“You never know, you might have a turn up for the books”.

“Ironic, isn’t it? We met at a library”.

“You do like him, right? Or are you just messing around?”.

“When have I not been messing around, Sif? I’ve never actually liked anyone I dated. A good night or two, and then the romance is gone. I’m not like Thor, a hopeless romantic that falls for the first skank that bats her eyelashes at him. No offence”.

“Offence. A lot”, she frowned. “So what’s up with this little prince? You haven’t taken your eyes off him for the past three weeks”.

“I’m sure that’s an exaggeration”.

“It’s not”.

“I’ve used my eyes for something else, probably. Like, read, or eat, or watch how nothing goes on in this Boringdom”.

They had to quickly change the subject when the dance floor became fuller and louder. Loki kept stealing glances at Olive, trying to figure out who his date was and why did she look so familiar.

“You’re stepping on me”, complained Olive.

“Try not using your legs for years and then being thrown at a dance floor in front of everyone”.

“Alright. It’s just one more dance and then we can say you’re feeling sick and sit on a corner. They have warm chestnuts in there, you love those”.

“We sound like an old marriage”.

“Just remember darling all the while… you belong to me...”, he sang, and she laughed. He spun her around and she didn’t trip. “If we get to three thousand and are still both single, we should marry”.

“You’re taking the marry your best friend thing too literally”, she said, and eyed Loki. “Besides, I don’t think you’ll ever conform with someone who’s not him, ever again. He set the standards too high, now, hasn’t he?”.

“Are you serious? I don’t like him. And even if I did, he doesn’t pay any mind to me”.

“Don’t you? Doesn’t he? Darling, I’ve been living with you two for the past half month and I felt completely out of place. It’s so annoying, just kiss already”.

“I liked you better when you hissed instead of talked”, he said, and pointed to the table with his head. “Let’s go take your shoes off. Your feet must be killing you”.

“Why yes, thanks”.

“This is your moment, Loki! It’s now or never, run”, rushed him Sif, pointing at the very bored prince of Vanaheim sitting on a corner.

“What? What do you want me to do?”, he frowned. She pushed him away from the dance floor, “hey!”.

“Ask him to dance. Be charming. Go, go”.

“Firstly, I’m always charming. Secondly, no! I’m not asking him to dance”.

“Coward”, she defied.

“Don’t dare play this game with me, it won’t work. I’m not like Thor”.

“Cookooo”, she mimicked a chicken, drawing everyone’s attention, and he sushed her desperately. “The only reason you don’t invite him to dance it’s because you’re scared to be rejected”.

“I’m not scared”.

“Cooorookookooo”.

“For the Norns, shut up”.

“Scared to be rejected, or scared to be accepted, actually?”, she gasped, “Because if he did, then you’d have to deal with emotions! And communication! Oh, how difficult it must be for you to be so desperately in…”.

“Alright, fine!”, he hurried. “If I invite him, will you shut up?”.

“Oh, yes, I promise”.

“Fine”.

He walked with long steps to Olive and Janine’s table, and sat by his side without saying a word. Olive looked at him expectantly, but got nothing. Loki stayed in silence.

“So”, he said after a while, “who’s the lady?”.

“Janine, a friend from Vanaheim”, he introduced her. “Janine, this is Prince Loki”. Janine nodded at him with a smirk, and he smirked back.

“Nice eyes”, he said. “Sorry for trying to kill you. To be fair, I was very full”.

Janine watched her wrist watch.

“Half an hour. I win”.

“Damn. How much?”, huffed Olive.

“I take away my original bet. No money. You know what I want”.

Olive frowned, and sighed in defeat. He got up and extended a hand to Loki.

“We had a bet over how long it would take someone to figure out she’s Janis. She wants me to ask you for a dance”, he explained, and Loki laughed, nodding.

“We may oblige, then”.

As soon as Loki took his hand, a knock on the window startled them. They approached with curiosity and looked out, but found nothing. They walked out the Dance Hall and there, shining underneath the moonlight and the muffled music from the inside, a cat tried their best to jump into the room, knocking against the glass each time.

Janis transformed back into the python and rolled herself around Olive’s arm, terrified. Loki smiled and picked up the cat, enveloping them with his silk cape.

“What is this pretty cat doing on such a cold night?”, cooed Loki, caressing behind their ears. And soon the realization hit him, “we can’t let this cat wander around. Thor’s allergic and Odin executes every cat that tries to trespass the Palace’s doors”.

“Your dad’s fucking insane”.

“Yes, he is”.

“What do we do with the cat? We can’t let them in”.

“We could keep them”.

“Inside the Palace?”.

“We could shapeshift them into something else every time someone gets closer”.

Olive thought about it, and after some consideration, nodded in agreement.

“We adopt the cat then”.

“It’ll be our little secret”.

They lived like that the next few weeks. The cat settled well on the library, which was the most frequented place by the two princes -and less frequented by the rest-, and when they went to sleep, took turns as to who slept with who. Most nights, the cat slept with Loki. He grew really attached to them in a very short time. Although, they decided on not naming them.

Thor seemed to be going mad. His eyes were red and puffy all the time, his nose dripping more often than not, and the whole realm lived in a constant state of soft rain in foggy weather. Everytime he sneezed, a thunder struck in the forest. Even then, he didn’t think for a moment he could be living by a cat’s side. Even when Loki and Olive had their own internal jokes about it, laughing at how oblivious Thor was about it.

“If you may excuse me”, said Loki, getting up from the dinner table. Olive and the cat were waiting for him in the library, as every night. “I’ve got to see a man about a cat”.

“You mean dog”, corrected Thor. “Your Midgardian is not as good as you said”.

“Sure. A man about a dog”, he smirked, and left the table, trying not to break in laughter.

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[thevibraniumveterans]

“Farewell”

Originally written in Chinese by user leaf52 on AO3

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[Summary: Loki uses the TemPad to travel back in time to before the events of Thor: The Dark World because he never got to say goodbye to his mother.]

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When Loki steps through the Time Door, the splendorous golden constructs from his memories come into full view. He doesn’t know if what he’s seeing is too dazzlingly bright, or if he’s feeling rather emotional, but if it’s all the same to him, he squints a little.

He has returned to Asgard, the one place where he has spent several thousand years living. This is the first time he has journeyed back here ever since he fell from the Rainbow Bridge - but he cannot stay long.

He takes a deep breath to calm his racing heart, and with hesitancy no longer present in his eyes, he starts off through the familiar winding corridors.

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After avoiding palace guards and other people, Loki arrives at his destination in short order. Passing through the warm and ornate Crystal Palace, he enters a garden. The overwhelming fragrance that come from the flowers there is a near assault on his senses, and he can see that the various plants have all overgrown despite the best care being given to them. He pays the garden itself no mind, for it is his adoptive mother Queen Frigga who first comes into view in all her royal elegance. Tears start welling up to Loki’s eyes, and though he opens his mouth to say something, he is unable to make a sound.

Perhaps it is because she hears something that Frigga turns around, and when she does so, her eyes widen in surprise at seeing Loki. She unconsciously takes a step backward, but after just a second, a warm smile blossoms on Queen Frigga’s face. It is the same smile Loki remembers from his youth.

He can do nothing but stare blankly; when he blinks, however, his tears break free and roll down his face. Loki immediately wipes away his tears in one careless motion, but not even that is enough.

“Loki, my beloved son, what’s wrong?” Frigga walks toward him, worry on her face, concern in her voice. Loki nearly collapses under the weight of his emotions and his adoptive mother’s unending love for him.

“Mother…” Loki calls out, his voice broken by grief and regret. In an attempt to rein in his emotions, he closes his mouth. No, he cannot let his sadness make him crumble to the floor, not in front of his mother. That is not what he has come here for.

Queen Frigga lays a gentle hand on her son’s back, never once questioning the existence of his odd outfit, not even his TVA-issued jacket. When Loki looks back up at his mother, he feels small - so impossibly small, even though he has throughout all these years grown to exceed even her in height.

“It’s alright, I’m here.” Frigga’s warm reassurance somehow manages to reach right to the depths of his very being. It reminds him of the times his mother used to say those very same words to soothe him as a child whenever he had woken abruptly from a nightmare.

“Mother,” Loki breathes out, having calmed down somewhat. He takes hold of his mother’s hand.

“What is it?” Frigga asks, an encouraging smile on her face.

“I… I missed you… very much so.” Before Loki had arrived, he had run through every single thing he could possibly think of to say to his mother. Now that he is once more in his mother’s arms the way he used to be years ago, he has completely forgotten what he had planned to say to her. Loki - nicknamed Silver Tongue in his youth for his ability to spin manipulative tales a hundred thousand yards long - is now only able to express his honest thoughts.

“As have I, Loki,” Frigga says, her loving smile never once wavering.

At long last, Loki manages a small smile, but his eyebrows quirk upwards again. “Mother, I am so sorry for everything I did that have saddened you.”

“You know I do not carry these grievances with me in my heart, my son,” Frigga reassured him.

Loki took another deep breath, and continued, “Please do believe me, that no matter what I have said in the past, I will never again deny that you are my mother, because I do love you.”

“I know, I know you do, just as I have always loved you.” Queen Frigga’s raises her hand to caress Loki’s saddened features. “Now though, can you smile a little? Just for me.”

Loki attempts a grin, but his eyes start to water again, resulting in an odd twist to his expression.

Upon seeing this, Frigga can’t help but chuckle, gathering Loki into her embrace. He buries his face in her hair, searing the smell of his mother’s perfume - which he remembers from his years growing up in Asgard but had all but forgotten - right into his memory.

“I love you, mother.”

Queen Frigga gently pats her son’s back in reply. Oh, how he wishes time would stop just like this, where he is neither a fallen prince nor a world-conquering minion, but instead, simply Frigga’s son.

Just then, a short ringtone makes itself known, sending Loki reeling right back to the present. Stiffly releasing himself from his mother’s embrace, Loki reaches into his pocket and silences the device.

He reluctantly looks back at his mother, who instinctively knows that this would be the last time she ever sees her son before his eventual departure.

“The dark elves… do not let them harm you,” Loki finally warns his mother, knowing that he cannot say nothing about it. Though he knows that his advice is going to ultimately be useless, and that Frigga knows that they will soon be marching right into Asgard itself, it does nothing to erase the fact that when the moment comes on the Sacred Timeline, her death will be an unavoidable inevitability. 

Queen Frigga nodded her head. “Do take care of yourself, Loki.”

“I will.” Loki pursed his lips, then opened them again, feeling the need to ask one final question. “Mother, are you…”

Are you proud of me?

Loki - knowing that he could never find the courage within himself to ask even this of his mother, whom he had hurt so many times over the years - could only shake his head.

As if though she can sense her son’s inner turmoil, Queen Frigga takes both of Loki’s hands in hers, and looks him in the eyes, her own brimming with impossible amounts of warmth and love.

“I will always and forever be proud of you, my son.”

His mother’s resolute words settling deep within him, Loki can’t help but shiver, letting gratitude, love, and an overwhelming sense of sadness wash over him.

“Thank you, it means a lot to me.” At long last, Loki slowly removes his hands from his mother’s, his fingers grazing hers as he goes.

Content with the expression she sees on Loki’s face, she nods her head once before turning around, heading back into the garden.

Watching his mother’s retreating figure, Loki knows with finality that no fiery funeral ship could ever hold a candle to his last goodbye with his mother, Queen Frigga.

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The golden halo that is the Time Door appears and just as quickly disappears, like it has never once existed.

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[xsarcasticwriterx]

I hate you

Summary: In a world where your enemies name appears on one wrist and your soulmates appears on the other but what happens when it's the same name on both

Pairing: loki x reader

Warnings: fluff but some major angst at end, swearing,

Notes: Finally not bucky pfft anyways i got this idea from a post I saw on instagram hope ya like it :) oh and this takes place during ragnarok and infinity war also yes i know the lines aren't the exact same but i tried to keep it similar.

You hated loki no hate wasn't strong enough you despised the god. With his tricks and mischief. with his knifes and need to simply be an absolute dickbag. all of this is what made the position you were put in even more confusing and messy.

You stared down at your wrist looking at the names well name. singular. The names were supposed to be one of your enemy and one of your soulmate which of course frustrated people to the end of which name suppose to take what role. Yours might seem simpler but it made it more complicated.

there was one name. loki. It sat on both your wrist being there since the day you were born. at first it confused you and your parents why the name was the same. Then the confusion grew when a few days later a prince was born named loki odinson. 

So your enemy was loki but was also your soulmate. The more you were around loki the more you understood the enemy part of it. He'd pull mean pranks and constantly pester you. you assumed the names on his wrist were in the same case as yours making his constant bother make sense.

Of course now wasn't the time to rehash all of that. you currently were going through something that felt similar to an acid trip. They spoke something of the grandmaster and how this planet was created or whatever. you simply felt sick and like someone stuck your brain in a blender. 

you open your eyes not even realizing you had closed them at some point. looking around you are sat next to thor and in front of you is a strange man with eyeliner who looks like a dude going through a midlife crisis. 

behind you are rainbow guards. confused you turn to lowkey who looks just as confused as you. “well aren't these two just marvelous. he and a she right?” he ask looking up at a girl. she nods “yes he and she” she smiles at you two. “see this is why your amazing. what do i always say when she shows up it starts with b” he says looking to another girl. “trash” she says glaring at the other girl. “wha- no were you just looking to call her trash that doesn't even start with b” he said confused and shaken. “booze hag”

you cant help but snicker at this. “I- what no i'm sorry i always say your the best god. she brought me my champion y'know” he says with a smile. “so you say every time shes here.”  she replied jealousy thick. “how much for them” grandmaster ask. this shakes you up and throws even thor off guard. “hi yes excuse me were not for y'know sale”  you say like its an outlandish thing. “10,000″ the girl says. “I am not for sale” thor says ripping his arms out of the chair. “ooo a fighter I like it” he says then the girl presses a button and thor is shaking like he was tased. 

“Y'know actually i think i'm ok being sold off can I just nooot have that happen to me?” you ask with a wide grin. “I like her shes funny” get her out of the chair” the grandmaster says. “give her the credits hurry” with a grumble the girl gets paid. “you will pay for this.” thor says to the scavenger. “no I got paid for this.” she says smugly walking off. your chains are released and you stand up rubbing your wrist. “do you got any lotion or anything cause that shit made my wrist all dry” you say nodding towards the chair. 

“Get the girl some lotion go go” he says to the other. “come follow me” he says after you get handed some lotion. you walk into a room full of people thor following behind on his chair. The room seems like a party people are chatting music is blasting. “I am the god of thunder!” thor says. tiny thunder comes out his fingers making you chuckle. His hammer being broken but be affecting him more than expected. “well there's no thunder but you did create little sparkles there.” he says walking to a dj panel.

“hey y/n get me out of here” thor whispers to you. “Man i don't even know how i got out ok guess you gotta just be awesome like me” you look around and spot someone who for once actually made you smile “or like loki apparently.” you point out to thor. “loki!” he yells. you hit thor's arm “shut up” you say. loki looks at you two confused.

“loki!!” thor says happily. you simply facepalm you didn't want to talk to loki nor did you want grandmaster from finding out you know him especially if he's caused as much chaos here as he has on asgard. loki looks concerned and does a fake smile and goodbye before walking towards yall “shhh sh” he says. “what are you doing here” he ask “Me and y/n were put in a chair she was released wheres your chair?” thor ask. “i didn't get a chair” loki whispers back. “well get me out of this one” thor ask “i cant.” “get me out” “I cant” they debacle before you interrupt “how did you get here?” you ask. “I was here a few weeks ago I gained his trust i know hes strange but im in the good with him” loki says.

“what are we whispering about” Grandmaster sneaks up on yall. “jesus fuck what are you a mouse?!” you ask feeling your heart pounding like drums. “you know this lord of thunder?” grandmaster ask loki. “god of thunder heh tell him” thor says nodding. “i've never met this man in my life” loki says with a nervous smile. “their brothers” you chime in “adopted” loki clarifies. you smile at the grandmaster. “well if you want to get back to assguard or-” grandmaster starts “asgard” thor clarifies. “Only those who defeat me beloved champion can leave.”  grandmaster said with a smile. “just send him that way he’ll stab whomever whatever to get back home” you say. thor nods with a smirk.

and off he goes. not long after loki nods towards where thor was sent and you nod back. As much as you hate loki it was nice having 2 familiar faces here. You walked after loki and snuck into the room. loki was making hand gestures as thor threw a rock through him. “course” you say with a shake of your head. loki and thor look towards you. “why did i actually think for once you'd be nice and actually be here” you say rolling your eyes. “Never put faith in my brother to be nice” thor says throwing another rock through loki. loki rolls his eyes “You don't want my help then i'll just go.” loki says turning around then turning back. “I haven't seen this champion but i know he is unstoppable and terrifying. I have placed a large wager against you won't let me down.” loki says walking off.

“He's right ya know, loki, this champion is a champion for a reason and you don't have your hammer anymore you cant even do your cool lighting trick you barely got it out your fingers...just don't get killed out there please. Loki won't admit it but he cares about your dumbass and so do i so do us both a favor and don't get killed” you say walking out the room. loki was right at the other side and rolled is eyes. “that was cheesy” he says. “shut up i just don't want you to be more annoying than usual if he fucking dies.” you reply with a grumble.

Soon enough the battle comes and you sit next to loki. your nerves become evident the more time passes. loki puts a hand on your bouncing leg. slowly it calms down. his hand stays there as thor walks out. you gulp deeply. they announce the champion and out walks.....hulk? “I have to get off this plant” loki says starting to walk off. you giggle. loki's experiences with hulk were far from fun.

“where are you going?” grandmaster ask walking loki back to his seat. “Hey! I know him! hes a friend from work!” thor says yelling. you bite back a smile. “ahem yea we kind of all work together” you say with a smile to grandmaster. his smile falters. loki looks nervous. as much as you wanted to laugh at his pain hulk throwing you around can be quite traumatic. “hey you're up here...hes down there” you say “hes not coming after you ok hes controlled its ok.” you say to loki. he nods.

The fight goes on and right when you see an end that scared you thor got his powers and blasted hulk. “oh shit” you mumble. “of course” loki mumbles. thor lost the fight that's the summary of it. You and loki ended up wondering the place. “shouldn't we try to find thor?” you ask. “if you want thor i can take you to him but i figured id take you somewhere” loki said. “uh yea sure” you said with a shrug. 

You a loki end up at the top of a mountain the view looks beautiful. the sky was many shades of blue from dark to light. “this is...this is beautiful” you say. “yes it is” he replied looking at you. you turn to him seeing him look at you. you smile...maybe loki wasn't so bad after all.

Then an alarm goes off “My precious champion is missing that seductive lord of thunder as stolen him” a hologram of grandmaster says. “shit....thor” you say. “follow” loki says. he grabs your hand and you two end up in the grandmasters office him and the scavenger who brought you and thor is there debate who can bring thor and hulk in faster. “Well i come as a pair” loki said holding your hand up. “uhhhhhh suppose so?” you say with a shrug. “i woke up wanting an execution but ill settle for this little ‘who gonna get him first’” grandmaster says. 

you three walk out. “now why would you help my brother escape” loki ask “I help no one but myself” she replies. loki and her end up fighting as you just sit back and watch what can be said watching loki get his ass handed to him was fun. when she knocks him out she looks to you. “do i have to knock you out too? or i can just use this.” she says holding the remote. “uh see i'm not really with him but ya see he makes a great partner in crime but ill just follow willingly.” you say putting your hands up. “good choice” she says.

“Should probably get your name if your going to take us hostage” you say. “valkyrie” she says. you two walk in silence into a room as she ties him up. “i’ll be back keep him there” she says walking out. you sit next to loki and sigh. “your my soulmate...you? i don't know if i have the worst luck.....no i have the best luck.” you say with a smile. one of his sleeves is slightly up and you can see your name on his wrist. “how did we get stuck like this...together.” you ask. loki looks so peaceful asleep. this trip has made you see a vulnerable and kinder loki.

you kiss his cheek before seeing him squirm. his eye open and he looks around. “course she made you babysit” he grumbles. aaaaand he ruined it. you roll your eyes. “shut up and make this easy on both of us and just stay.” you say. “what am I a dog?” he says with a huff. “well you were a snake one time” you say laughing at the memory. he laughs “fair enough” he replies. He starts to say something else when the doors open. thor and bruce walk in. “y/n!” he says excitedly. “Bruce” you say happily hugging him. You two had been close before he disappeared to well here. loki grumbles and bruce turn to him. “last time i saw you, you were ready to kill us where are we at now?” bruce ask. “it varies moment to moment” loki replies. 

bruce looks at you concerned. “he's on our side for now.” you say sitting next to loki. “look we need to get out of here.” he points to a portal outside “through there” he says. “through the devil's anus?!” valkyrie ask. you burst out laughing. “I wasn't aware it was called that when i picked it” thor says slightly embarrassed. “well we need a ship mine wont make it through that” valkyrie says.

They then nerd out about ships as loki struggles in his chains. “Don't even try there stuck there” you whisper to him. he sighs and gives up. “I just so happen to know the codes to grandmasters ship keep” loki says. “and your just ready to help?” valkyrie ask “i have run out of favors with grandmaster sO” he says and sighs. you side eye loki suspicious. he smiles you and you look to the others. 

“what the worst he betrays us? Would just be another day with the odinson boys.” you say standing up. So that was that. You,thor, and loki would go get the ship. you two were at a door when thor started “I suppose we should talk.” he said. “i disagree,open communication was never our family's forte” loki said. “you have no idea quite the revelation sense we last spoke” thor says

“hello” thor says to the people...things that see you 3 come in. “hi” loki says making you smile “sup” you say before you 3 blast them. “Odin brought us together” loki says as you 3 hide from the shot fired back. “Its almost poetic that his death should split us apart.” loki continues. you sigh “loki why are you so prominent on keeping this angsty wall of yours up” you grumble earning you a side eye. you three then finish them off walking to another key pad. “We might as well be strangers now” loki says ignoring your statement.

“Two sons of the crown, set adrift” loki says. you'd love to say something or really just slap loki so he stops pushing his brother away further and further with every words but you let him continue. The door opens and a man points a gun at loki making him backup and you giggle as thor blast him to the ceiling. “thought you didn't want to talk about it” thor says walking into the elevator. loki puts a finger up “here's the thing” he says stepping over the body. you roll your eyes and follow.

“im probably better off staying here on sakaar.” loki says. that's not what he wants. you stare at thor which he clearly doesn't get cause he then says “That's exactly what I was thinking” 

loki makes a stunned face and looks shocked and confused. “Did you just agree with me?” he says shocked. you hit loki's shoulder “what its surprising” you roll your eyes. “come on this place is perfect for you. its savage,chaotic,lawless. Brother you're gonna do great here.” thor says matter of factly. you title your head up and sigh. “morons” you grumble earning two confused looks.

“Do you truly think so little of me?” lokie ask. you shake your head. they really are stupid aren't they. “Loki, i thought the world of you.” thor says. finally now loki dont fuck this up. loki's face soften ups and you smile at it. “I thought we were gonna fight side by side forever” thor continues. come oooon.  “but” fucking hell thor. “at the end of they day your you and i'm me” thor says with a shrug. loki looks hurt now. “i don't know maybe there's still good in you. but lets be honest our paths diverged a long time ago” he finishes. fucking hell thor you just had to go and fuck it up. loki contemplates what was just said looking between the floor and thor. 

he sighs and nods. his face is full of hurt. you grab his hand softly and give him a small smile which he reciprocates. you may hate loki which lets be honest even that was falling apart but you still wanted him happy. you hated how hurt he looked. like a kicked puppy. “yea...it's probably for the best that we never see each other again.” loki says voice full of pain and almost desperate for thor to deny the allegations.  “that's what you always wanted” thor says patting loki. “yall are the most idiotic gods there could be” you say taking thor off guard. loki simply laughs. thor shakes his head and turns back to the front.

“hey lets do get help” thor says happily. this wipes the hurt from loki and replaces it with confusion. “what?” he ask “get help.” he says again. “no.” loki says shaking his head. “come on, you love it” thor says excitedly. “I hate it” loki says shaking his head again. “Its great it works everytime” thor says “its humiliating loki says swinging his hands bringing attention to you two holding hands. This earns a smirk from thor before he says “You have a better plan?” he ask.

“no” loki says. “were doing it” thor says with a smile. “we are not doing get help” loki says matter of factly. next thing you knew loki was limp over the shoulder and thor was yelling get help before throwing loki at the guards. you laughed falling onto your ass. “see this is why i didn't want to do it” loki says nodding to you. “im im ok im good” you say trying to stop laughing. you get up but not far before loki does as loki does and betrays yall. he twitches on the floor and thor walks off. “i'm gonna stay here with him” you say. thor looks suspiciously at you before carrying on. 

“if you just hadn't been so stupid and said how you felt and what you wanted from thor we wouldn't be here and now im stuck taking care of your dumbass once again. God i don't even know why i stay anymore when all you do is exactly what would hurt me what you trying to fulfill the enemy part of our deal?” you ask lifting up your sleeves showing the two loki names. “I mean really loki why do you keep doing this please just explain it to me. I started to see a side of you the side that I actually cared for and saw us being real soulmates but then you pulled this crap again and now i don't even know what to feel.” you say before the doors bust in. a rocky man and a group of others walk in. picking up the remote and stopping loki's twitching. Loki looks at you with soft eyes before turning back to the men smuggly. “you look like your in desperate need of a leader” he says. you huff and he looks at you and smiles.

“why thank you” the group says. With that y'all are off on a ship. “sooo where are we running to now” you ask loki. “no more running were going to asgard and were going to kill my sister.” he says with a nod. you smile. you grab lokis shoulders throwing him off. “whatd i do?” he ask. for the first time ever he seems like he'd do anything for you. “nothing” you say with a smile. you kiss his cheek. he looks around confused before clearing his throat. “ok good um ok” he says turning to the panel. you giggle before walking to chat with the others. finally you arrived at asgard which is on fire and surrounded by death. “read?” he ask. you grab his hand. “always” you say turning to him. he smiles and nods. the ship door opens and you all run out and attack.

when the fight seems like a dead end thor blast the whole kingdom with lighting and launches himself out to the bridge. loki smirks slightly which you see and smile yourself. “your late” thor says  “your missing an eye” loki says. “ok enough let clear these out and-” you start before hela emerges. what the actual fuck. “hit her with lighting” loki says. “I just hit her with the biggest lighting bolt and she acted like it was nothing” thor yells. “wait....what if this isn't about stopping ragnarok.  what if it was about causing it”

thor looks at loki who looks surprised. “this is insane even for me” he says walking off. “Loki!” you yell. he turns around. you grab him and kiss him. its soft and its like the world stopped just for a moment before you have to pull away. “don't get killed” you say. he nods and smiles “anything for you darling” he says with a wink before running off. thor clears his throat. “let's fight” you say. with that you and valkyrie fight with the others as thor hold hela off. you worry for loki how he’ll get out.

Then ragnarok emerges and fire is everywhere. hels is distracted and you and the others run into the ship. flying away Taika says something about the foundation. then it explodes. a few minutes later loki is next to you. “hello darling” he says. you smile and grab onto loki pulling him into a hug. “loki thank god” you say pulling away. you kiss him deeply. “don't ever do that shit again” you say.

You all spend 3 months flying around before coming across a teeny tiny issues heh. you sat in a pool of blood of your friends. people you grew to care about. you tried to scream but were muffled by the guard on your mouth. After the 1st scream they put the guard on to stop the noise. thor was tied down. Heimdall was dead and hulk had been blasted away.  You tried to scream again but it stopped as soon as it exited.

Thanos had just decided earth was where needed to be next. “if i might interject, if you are going to earth you might want a guid” loki says appearing. he walks towards thanos. “I do have a bit of experience in that arena” loke says walking up to thanos “if you consider failure experience” thanos said. “I consider experience experience” he said firmly. “All mighty thanos, I loki, prince of asgard, odinson, the rightful king of jotunheim,god of mischief.” he starts spewing off his titles. you see him make a knife appear and you try to scream once again. “Do hereby pledge to you my undying fidelity.” he says starting to power before trying to stab thanos. thanos stops it. “undying” thanos says. “you should choose your words more carefully.” thanos says as he forces loki to drop the knife. 

Thanos grabs loki by the neck chocking him. you scream but no sound escapes. tears flood your eyes. “you will never be a god” loki says with his last breath before thanos snaps his neck. thor tries to scream too bt fails.thanos walks over and drops loki's body. “no resurrections this time” he  says before lighting everything on fire and leaving. with that your guards are released. you run to lokis body. 

you sob and scream. “y/n” thor tries. “shut the fuck up thor” you yell at him through gritted death. you hold loki. your enemy, your nemesis but more importantly your soulmate. rolling up his sleeves you see the one with your name. grabbing the other you see a different name. Luca. you knew him he was annoying as hell. of course now he was another corpse among the rest. you weren't his enemy. He was only yours. Everything he did everything that annoyed you was him trying to be close but in loki's own way. Loki Laufeyson. your enemy and your one true love.

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[kchuarts]

Instinct 2

A/N: >:3c I need to be in h*rny jail for this.

Summary: The journey to Jotunheim takes off smoothly, no issues to report. Loki and his crew believe that the mission to close the ripped seam shouldn’t be difficult. However, things do appear too good to be true and events take a turn…

Warnings: 🔞🔞🔞 SPICY SMUT, breeding, dubious consent, impregnation, angst, etc… DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 🔞🔞🔞

“We are approaching our destination, Prince Loki.” The pilot informed the God in the co-pilot seat. He nodded in response and leaned forward a bit, brows scrunching… Something was very off. “Captain, can you change coordinates to land behind that cluster of trees? Just over there.“ Loki pointed to a clearing to where he had just mentioned. The pilot nodded, tilting the ship in that angle and safely landing in position. "What had you change your plan of landing, your highness?” An Asgardian S.H.I.E.L.D agent raised his brow. Loki looked to the agent then at Astrid who was preparing necessary medical items for the journey. “I need to make sure that we are under complete cover. I have brought my wife with me due to her medical expertise and insistence on joining us… Plus, there could be some medicinal remedies not yet discovered and I am most certain she would be quite cross with me if I had her miss out on such a feat.” He smiled slightly. The man looked to Astrid and smiled brightly, “Why your highness, I hadn’t a clue she was your wife. I thought she looked familiar from yesterday when you both brought my little girl safely to me! What can I, Brand Jorgunson of Asgard, do to repay your graces kindness?” He looked hopeful at the prince. 

Oh. Well, Loki was not expecting the father of the little girl to be Asgardian. This fact calmed his nerves about what he had said yesterday. “Your hard work and perseverance is all that I require-” His smile dropped as there was a screech among the harsh winds of the planet. The fleet became silent and Loki crept over to Astrid out of his instinct to protect her. He looked down at his wife as she grabbed his arm and shuddered. “Th-That wasn’t the same noise from yesterday.” She spoke in a hushed voice, holding onto him a bit more tightly. “No, it is not. I do believe that we are as close to the tear as we can physically get without tampering space and time. There are more beasts concentrated in this area due to the high frequency of the tear.” Loki pondered, releasing Astrid. They needed to get to that seam quickly if they were to stop anymore Frost Beasts from leaking through. A familiar feeling of unease washed over the Trickster once more as he stopped right in front of the ships exit. 

Loki waved his hand to signal the fleet to prepare for stepping foot outside of the ship. With haste, everyone put their anti-cold suits on and awaited Loki’s next order. “Someone needs to stay close to the ship just in case things go wrong.” One of the crew members whispered. Brand raised his hand, “I will volunteer to stay with the pilot and give the signal.” The Prince nodded in agreement as the thought of the little girl, Brands daughter Lorraine, crossed his mind. He shook his head gently, why was he even concerned about that? He shouldn’t care that much. The pilot nodded, pressing the button as the door slowly opened with some difficulty due to how strong the winds were. Loki grabbed Astrid’s hand again, whispering to her “Stay close to me.” The brunette girl squeezed his hand in reply, not even wanting to go anywhere else but his side. Almost immediately, Loki’s skin changed from it’s pale ivory tone to sapphire. Brilliant lines stood out on his blue skin and his crimson eyes seemed to pierce through anything. Astrid found herself staring at her husband in awe, captivated by how breathtaking she found him. This was indeed a rare sight as Loki almost always refused to show his true form. “Are you alright, my love?” Astrid flinched a little as she was brought out from her stare. She nodded, giving him a smile “You’re beautiful.” Her cheeks were a light shade of pink under her helmet. 

His own cheeks darkened slightly from her comment and he felt a warm stirring inside of his chest. Images of her with that same blush, only more deep, flashed in his mind. She was writhing beneath him, panting, crying out his name- “Laufeyson.” He was brought back down by one of the agents impatient tone. What the hell was going on with him? To make matters worse, he felt a growing tightness in his pants... Not good. It couldn’t be mating season for the Frost Giants already, couldn’t it? Loki did his best to distract himself from that theory by leading the team behind a pillar of frozen rock. “There.” He nodded his head toward a visible hole in the atmosphere, Frost Beasts going in and being sucked into the tear. “Amazing. I’ve never seen anything like this!” One of the crew tried to push past the god to get a closer look, mistakenly placing a hand on the small of Astrid’s back. The agent was then firmly slammed against the pillar with a snarling Trickster leering at him. “You do not lay a hand on my wife!” He hissed at the agent, tightening his grip. “Loki let him go! It was an accident.” The brunette placed a gentle hand on her husbands back, getting him to do so. 

Rightfully so, the agent was a bit more than upset at this sudden action. “What the fuck is wrong with you!? Maybe we should have brought Thor instead of this untrustworthy criminal!!” The agents voice became louder out of anger. “Travis! Shut up!!” Another agent grabbed the agent known as Travis’s shoulder and shook him aggressively. Ignoring the commotion, Loki’s now larger form loomed over Astrid’s, his eyes glazed over. “Are you alright, my dove?” He wanted to take that damn helmet off to feel her skin. She nodded, her brows scrunched in confusion “Baby, are you ok? Maybe we should contact Brand and get him to send for back up.” She reached up and did what Loki had wanted to do to her. The Prince’s large hand held her smaller one to his face as he still looked into her eyes. “That is unnecessary to call for reinforcements...” He walked closer until Astrid was pinned against the wall, her eyes full of fear instead of confusion. She had not the slightest idea what suddenly came over her beloved, but he had to stop it now. “Loki we should really call for back up, you’re not yourself.” She removed her hand from his grip and placed both of her hands on his chest. Her breath picked up and eyes became wide as he tried to take the helmet off, “Loki stop!!” she tried so hard not to scream. 

Just as he was about to take it off, one of the agents let out a scream of terror that was followed by a ferocious roar. Whipping around, Loki saw the agents being mauled to bits by 2 Frost Beasts who had stalked them down. “This is your fault!!” Travis pointed to Loki, blood splattering in the helmet as one of the beasts chomped down on his lower half. The sight caused Astrid to yelp in horror and grab onto Loki tightly. “Brand!!” The prince pressed in on his ear piece as his mind was out of that amorous fog it had previously been clouded by. “Brand come in!!” His jaw clenched, his eyes focused on the beasts approaching. “Your highness! We heard screaming! We are on our way-” , “No!! You will call for reinforcements from my brother and get out of here NOW.” Loki scooped Astrid up in his arms without warning and sprint for the dark, dense wood. At least the stubbornly thick trunks of the frozen trees would slow the beasts pursuing just a little. A loud roar of an engine blasted to life as Brand and the pilot had done as they were told, nearly missing the tear. 

As long as they reached Earth safely, then Thor would be here in no time... At least Loki had hoped. In truth, he didn���t know how many beasts could have crossed the realm at this point. “LOKI!!” Astrid screamed as a large clawed foot came down on the both of them. It was too late for the Trickster to make any proper move and Astrid was knocked from his arms. He looked up after the initial impact, frantically searching for his wife until his heart almost stopped. The prince did indeed spot her, but her long brown hair was spread out and her helmet missing. Loki leapt up, rushing over to her and hoisting her back into his arms. Her cheeks and nose were bright red with a nice cut on her forehead to match. “Shit!!” He held the unconscious woman to his body close, hearing the beasts approaching faster than he would like. As if it wasn’t hard already, spears began to fly out of no where. Thankfully, the beasts became distracted by the new intruders and gave Loki time to escape. However, the spears continued to fly in his direction and nearly hit he and Astrid both. The Trickster ripped one of the spears from the ground as he fled, still clutching the woman in his arms tightly. 

Loki ran for what seemed like a while and after a brief period of time, the spears stopped. Relief washed over him as he saw an abandoned Jotun village in sight. These structures were built into the mountain and were questionable when stability was considered; but it would have to do. If they were lucky enough, this settlement would have a natural hot spring inside as well. Hastily, he entered in the cave and found that luck was on their side after all. In the cave, there were used furs, baskets that had not been touched for quite some time, some pillows,  a few spears similar to the one Loki had grabbed, a hot spring and a fire pit. “Mother, if you lead us here... Thank you.” He let out an exhausted sigh as he carefully set Astrid down on the furs and adjusted them to keep her warm. His touch against her slowly warming cheek lingered a bit longer than he wanted and the unwelcome arousing thoughts returned. Loki felt his cock harden painfully to the idea of stripping the resting brunette from her suit and ravaging her mortal body. “No.” He swallowed, looking away from his wife before getting up. “I will not do that to her.” He scolded himself and took a deep breath. Perhaps scouting the area would get his mind off of these intrusive perversions. 

As the prince examined the area, he found quite a few useful tools and ancient artifacts of the people who once lived here. Loki looked down at his hand, noticing he was still blue and tried to shift back to his Aesir form. No such luck. Not only that, but his length was still throbbing with desperate need. He sighed in great irritation and frustration as he concluded it was indeed mating season. “Great.” He ran one of his hands down his blue ridged face. How in the hell was he supposed to protect Astrid from everything on this forsaken planet when he was also one of those dangers? Thor and company could not come any faster or get that damn portal shut; he hoped Brand made it back. His body froze in place as he heard movement coming from where he had placed Astrid. As quietly as he could, Loki crept from the other side of the cavern and almost moaned at the sight. The girl had indeed awakened and was completely naked in the spring, warming herself up. She looked ethereal to the prince with how her skin shined with droplets of water and her long hair floating effortlessly when she sat down. 

“She is ready, rightful king.” 

Loki jumped slightly from the sudden voice, looking around to see where it came from. 

“Do not be stupid, boy. It is your own feral side speaking with you. She cannot hear me.” 

He let a shaky breath out, closing his red eyes and attempting to calm his mind and hormones. 

“I know you can smell her, she is ripe and ready to be bred. Her hips are so deliciously worthy of child bearing. You will submit in the end... I know how badly you want her in that regard, I have seen your thoughts of her full with your child-” 

“Enough.” He whispered to himself, grabbing his head as it began to throb. “I will not do that to her.” 

“Baby? Are you ok?” Astrid’s sweet voice captured the prince’s attention. 

Her body stood half out of the water, allowing him a view of her breasts, abdomen, hips... 

The voice chuckled darkly inside of his head “Baby? Hmmm... She calls you what she has craved to give you all this time. How endearing, but yet you hold back... Because you know it will kill her weak mortal body. But you want to fuck her, claim her, breed her and show everyone that she is yours-” 

Loki gasped sharply as he felt Astrid touch his cheek and he ripped away, his pants uncomfortably tight. “Hey, what’s wrong?” She rose from the steaming waters to get closer to him. “You’ve been acting so strange ever since we arrived, please tell me. I want to help you.” Her large teal eyes glimmered in the dim light. The prince swallowed hard, looking away from his wife before his natural instincts consumed him. His heart beat faster, blood pounding in his ears loudly the longer he looked away and fought himself. “Y-You need to go. I cannot be near you. Please, Astrid go back where I had placed you and rest.” His voice was hoarse from the panting he hadn’t realized he was doing. “I’m not leaving you. If you’re hurt please tell me-” She stopped, stepping back as Loki stood with his full height over her. “I will hurt you if you continue to be near me. Now go.” He spoke through his teeth, watching the frightened girl make her way back to the furs and wrapping herself in them; not bothering to put her undergarments or suit back on. 

“I....” He started, turning away from her and picking up one of the Jotun spears. “I am going to hunt. I will try to be back as soon as I can, so please just.. Just do not leave this cave.” Loki ran a hand through his dark locks, exhaling loudly before exiting the cavern. Astrid blinked a few times, pulling the furs a little tighter to her body and laying down upon the oddly comfortable pillows. She watched the bonfire until her eyelids became heavy and sleep claimed her tired form. 

For at least what seemed like an hour or two, Loki had been successful in hunting a few small creatures that were similar to rabbits. During this time, that awful voice had left him alone and it gave Loki some clarity to think. He glanced at the sky and saw no sign of back up arriving as the tear was still pulling energy into it like a black hole. What kind of trap or battle tactic was this? Sure, Thanos had managed to get Loki alone per say, but made no sudden attack yet. Was this all just an assumption that the Mad Titan was behind it? He already had terrifying numbers for his army, what more did he possibly need and why Jotunheim of all places? The dark haired prince shook his head, shrugging to his own questions before turning around to head back. A sharp thudding pain returned to his head after he thought he had finally been rid of this nasty headache. “Damn it.” He leaned against a tree, grabbing his forehead and squeezing his eyes shut. Along with this upper pain, the lower pain also made itself obviously present. He glanced down at the large bulge in his trousers and whined from how badly his cock throbbed. 

“You have what you need, now go and take what is yours.” 

The voice returned with an even louder presence. 

“You will not gain anything from ignoring your prowess; you will continue to suffer more the longer you fight until you cannot do so anymore. Succumb to it. Breed her and take what is yours!... If you do not, then I will and there is no such thing as being gentle with me.” 

“Alright!! I-I’ll do it!!” Loki felt a wetness slide down his cheek. The thought of hurting Astrid was destroying him. The thought of her dying because of what he did to her- 

“Just agreeing with me will not do. So unless you want me to take over for you, then I suggest you give into your bodies primal need. This is the last time I will give you leeway before I take control.” 

Letting out a weak sob, Loki trudged forth whilst dragging his kills behind him in the snow. His body ached so badly for release and freedom from this torment, but Loki knew how breeding worked and he was terrified. Astrid would be subjected to almost a week of non stop fucking until he was certain she would fall pregnant with his child. As much as he wanted to literally drag his feet and get to the cave as slowly as possibly, his body would not allow it. Within minutes, he was back inside and shedding his armor rather roughly. He had to do this lest that dark side of his do something he would regret. Once he removed everything, Loki winced at the painful pulse that throbbed through his aching member; pre-cum dripping from the angry dark blue head. Supper would have to wait for now, or at least he hoped they would get a chance to get some type of nourishment. He walked over to the sleeping girl and noticed her phone. Perhaps by some odd chance, she would have a signal? He picked it up to test that theory, but no such luck. However, something else caught his attention... She had a period tracking app. He touched the screen, opening the app and feeling his cock throb again as he read that this time she was most fertile. 

His nostrils flared as he tossed the phone aside, the screen shattering in the process. She could get a new one later if help arrived quickly. Loki crawled over the sleeping girl and peeled the furs away from her naked body. A growl ripped through his chest, startling Astrid awake. Her lips parted slightly as she wanted to say something, but lost the words. The brunette let out a squeal as the god above her pinned her wrists to the make shift bed. “Loki stop. You’re scaring me.” She whimpered, breath picking up quickly. He did not respond but instead, leaned forward and captured her lips in a sloppy kiss. Astrid’s squirming of protest and small whines only made Loki want her more while she was beneath him. “Loki, stop!!” She gasps, giving a small sob as she felt his teeth sink into the flesh of her neck. This wasn’t the man she married; this wasn’t her Loki. Flashbacks to that day he tried to assault her began to play in her head, and with all her might; she shoved the god off of her and scrambled up. Astrid struggled to crawl to a near by corner of the cave, her chest rising up and down quickly. 

The god growled out of vexation, quickly rising to his feet and sauntering to the trembling girl. Astrid noticed his dripping cock, her body betraying her by shooting heat to her lower lips. He was HUGE. This was not to say Loki was not well endowed, because he very much was. However, in this form his length had not only gained an inch or two but also had become more thick. He was going to split her in half with that monster between his legs. Astrid turned her gaze back up to his and held eye contact. Once Loki saw tears slide down her face, he briefly snapped out of his aroused state and knelt down. “Pet... Oh Norns.. I-I’ve scared you, haven’t I?” He cursed himself for doing so. She was still too shaken to say anything but gave him a small nod, curling in on herself. “Astrid.” He gently took her arm, pulling the hesitant woman to him. “I need you, please.” His forehead pressed upon hers and his eyes shut. Astrid began to calm down, sensing that this was not his fault at all and released a shaky breath. Loki’s head began to throb once again, the threat of that dark side of him rearing it’s ugly claws. “Listen to me.” His lip twitched, fighting that voice off as best as he could. “F-For the next week I need to breed you.” Loki felt like wanting to die saying that sentence. 

Astrid gaped, her heart racing at what he just said. “But I thought-” She was silenced with a needy kiss. “My feelings about that remain unchanged, but for the time being,” He looked at her “I need you to endure me. I understand you are mortal and have needs. I will do my best to let you eat, sleep, bathe and relieve yourself but I will not stop fucking you. Not until I am sated and positive that.. That you are with child.” defeat laced his voice. Astrid removed her forehead from his, lifting his chin gently to look at her as he had cast his gaze aside. “I love you, Loki. I love you with every fiber of my being.” Her hands moved to cup his face, her thumbs stroking his sharp cheek bones. “I know you know how I feel about it but, we can work something out if anything happens....” Astrid smiled softly, placing a smooch to his forehead before continuing with a nervous look in her eyes. “I will do this, for you but I-I need you to promise me something. If I do end up..” She began to choke up. “I want to keep it. I’m contradicting myself by saying this but Loki.. I love you so much and I want to give you a family of your own. I want to have children with you and raise them together-” 

The woman is cut off by Loki scooping her into his grasp and going back to the furs, placing her down on them. “You are so willing and ready to carry my child-” He growled, nipping at her neck. “Yes I- O-Oh Loki!” Astrid moans, breath hitching as she felt his fingers stroke her clit in small circles. She felt his cold lips trail down her collar bone to her breasts, taking a hardened bud into his mouth. Her back arched slightly into him as he sucked and kissed at her breasts hungrily. “I cannot wait to see these swell with milk for our child.” He growled out, abandoning her pearl in favor of kneading her fleshy mounds. “I have dreamt about taking you like this and feeling your quim flutter around my cock as you scream for more.” He reached down, chuckling as he felt how wet she had become just from dirty talk. “My, my... I’ve barely touched you and here you lay, your tight pussy dripping with desire from my words.” He slides two of his slender digits inside of her, drinking in the sound of her moans. Loki hummed at how her walls clenched around his fingers as he pushed them in and out. 

“F-Fuck!! Loki!” Astrid whines, throwing her head back as she feels him add a third finger in preparation for his length. She panted loudly, her hips bucking upwards for more friction. Loki grinned at her movements, his thumb now applying pressure to her clit as he continued to finger her. “Look at you, bucking your hips. My fingers feel good, don’t they? Mmm yes, but nothing quite like what I am about to give you.” He pulled his fingers from her cunt, slurping her essence off of his fingers crudely. The brunette whines, she was so close to orgasm before he had to- Oh. 

A new pressure stretches her walls, making her gasp a little out of surprise and a bit of pain. “You’re so tight.” Loki moans into her ear, pushing his hips forward into her heat. He does not have time to go slow or slow down for her, his instincts were kicking in. Both of them stilled for a moment in equally and impatiently panting messes before the prince bottomed out and withdrew completely from her before slamming his cock back in hard. Astrid’s nails sunk into her lovers back as his pace was brutal. His hips slammed into her and he growled into the side of her neck, biting the junction where her neck and shoulder met. “You’re g-going to tear me in half!!” The brunette held onto the god for dear life, her whimpers loud from pain and pleasure. It was all too much and had Astrid thinking second thoughts, but it was too late for that. There was no going back and no escaping a horny Jotun male needing to breed. 

Loki made a noise somewhere between a whine and a moan as his hips stuttered, spilling his seed inside of her. Astrid moaned at the feeling of his hot seed filling her up, but yelped as she felt him start to jackhammer into her again. He wrapped one of his large hands around her slender neck, staring down at her through animalistic eyes. One of her hands grasped at his wrist lightly in case she needed to signal him when she was at her limit. Astrid’s airflow was cut off, her pussy clenching down on Loki’s cock and milking him on his way to another orgasm. “Mmm my little cock slut.” His voice was rough, heavy with desire. He reached down with his freehand, playing with her clit and laughing as he watched her squirm from overstimulation. Loki squeezed her neck harder and brought her to the edge of sweet bliss as he thrust into her. “Cum. Now.” He ordered, releasing her neck and watching his wife come undone on his cock. There was a sudden glint of fluid that escaped Astrid while she came, Loki had managed to make her squirt. 

His pupils widened at this and he came on the spot, groaning loudly. Again, Astrid whined from the ropes of cum he shot inside of her. The girl panted hard, her limbs quivering and exhaustion not too far behind. Loki pulled his rock hard member out of her, placing her on her hands and knees. He watched as his cum dripped from her reddened cunt, making him lick his lips. “Ah!” Astrid jolted forth slightly from Loki entering her again. His pace remained the same and the sound of their fluids smacking together bounced off the walls. The brunette squeaked as a strong grip pulled her back flush to the prince’s chest, his breath hot on her ear. “Such a good girl taking my cock like this, my sweet girl.” He moaned into her hair, breathing in her scent and growling. While his right arm held her against his lithe torso, his left hand traveled back down to play with her sensitive nub. “Oh my god!! L-Loki I’m still sensitive!!” Astrid cried out, her legs spreading a little wider and shaking. It was not long before he had her coming hard over and over again. He would not relent or back off to let her rest as his hormones raged. 

Loki took her hand, placing it over her womb and grinning “Do you feel it? My cock fucking you? Burying my cum deep inside you?” 

“Y-Yes” she said breathlessly as her husband continued to pound away. 

“Yes what?” He growled

“Yes, my king!!” Astrid’s mouth fell open and her clit throbbed from overwhelming pleasure as another orgasm ripped through her tired body. Her eyes were so heavy and her core already ached from the relentless abuse. Astrid tensed up slightly as she felt his fingers on her clit again and another large amount of his cum spilling inside her. “T-Too much!! Too much!! Loki let me rest! Please!” She whined, gasping as he pulled out of her. Astrid was spent. She could not move at all and sleep begged to claim her. “Please.. Let me-Mmm!” She winced, feeling his cock slide back into her but Loki unmoving. “I-I’m sorry my love.” He panted into her ear, cock twitching inside of her. “I will allow you to rest for a bit until I can no longer take it. I am so sorry.” He buried his face into her long, now slightly dampened hair as he curled his body around hers. Loki would certainly try his best to give Astrid what she had required, but the voice still nagged in the back of his mind.

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“Brother?!” Thor called out into the cave and made his way in. 

His cheeks turned a deep shade of pink as he heard panting, moaning, and skin slapping against skin. As he walked into the room, he immediately regretted the decision as he witnessed Loki holding a very limp and exhausted, yet still coherent, Astrid. With a final cry, Loki spent the last of his seed and energy inside of his wife, collapsing on top of her and his Aesir form returning. 

“Hey, buddy what’s going on in here?” Bruce had attempted to poke his head in but Thor quickly pushed him out, his pants embarrassingly tight. “Er, my brother and Lady Astrid have been fornicating. Let us just be thankful that Stark is not here.” He gave the doctor a sheepish smile. Bruce felt his cheeks become a bit warm, “Right, right. Ahem,” He cleared his throat “Well it has been about a week and a half and I know they’re married so I can’t say I blame ‘em.” He coughed again, wanting to get the show on the road. “Oh for the love of- I’ll go get them.” Brunhilde scoffed, rolling her eyes and walking in to retrieve the debilitated couple. Thor gave yet another awkward smile, “That is exactly the issue, Banner. Loki is a Jotun... He... He has these times where he er, he goes into a..” To save Thor anymore trouble, Bruce waved his hands and nodded “I get it.” 

Thankfully, Loki and Astrid remained entwined and unconscious in each others arms the entire ride back. Thor and company had arrived a day or so ago to take care of the portal and find the missing team. The reason why it had taken them a week and a half was due to the Frost Beasts also breeding. 

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2 weeks later 

“I-It’s negative.” Astrid smiled sadly to Loki, showing him the test stick. His brow raised and he sighed out of relief. Just to make certain, Loki even had Bruce, Doctor Cho and a few Asgardian healers check to be absolutely sure. 

“Darling, I know-” The god paused for a moment, thinking of how to word what he wanted to say without causing any grief. “I know that you want to and I am beyond touched that you would go that far for me.” He took her arms gently and rubbed them, “Please understand that I am scared for your safety. We do not have enough research on cross breeding or if you will even survive the pregnancy let alone childbirth. Not to mention Thanos is still actively destroying everything in sight” He paled slightly and shook his head of that thought before looking back into Astrid’s eyes and pushing some hair from the frame of her face. “If I may speak freely, I am terrified that I will be no better than Odin or Laufey. I apologize for withholding information from you, but now you know why I... Why I do not want children.” He quickly placed a kiss on her head. “Be safe and have a good day at work. I will see you later.” 

With that, Astrid was left alone and tears sliding down her cheeks. She loved Loki so much and wished he would at least try to understand... But if she had to give up that dream, then she would have to- 

“O-Ow..” Astrid bent over all of a sudden, her hand on her scar. She felt.. Cold. She placed her other hand over her womb and felt the same chill. Quickly, she ran to the bathroom in hers and Loki’s shared apartment and turned the light on. Astrid lifted her shirt and saw that the skin where she held her hands was red as if she had laid in the snow. Swallowing hard, she pulled her shirt down and picked the test stick from the trash. It still read negative... “I-I must be imagining things.” She laughed nervously, swiping her clean hand through her hair and turning to wash her hands. As she turned the light off and made her way to work, the test stick changed from negative, to positive. 

DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

Man why am I not writing their story out as one big fic? idk. Anyways! I hope you enjoyed this <3 It definitely wasn’t as spicy but eh, I still think it was. 

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[fanatic-writers]

I don’t know if this is where we submit requests or not but, I just had an idea for a Loki x Reader where he and the reader accidentally get handcuffed together for a day? Thanks!

A/n: Heyyyy, I’m a master procrastinator and I don’t feel like doing homework so I’m going to do this instead. Hope you enjoy my past 1 am nonsense and sorry for taking so long to get this up… I’m sure it’s been over a year since this was sent to me……… anyway this is pre-Thor, enjoy -G

Thor had insisted it was for their own good, explaining, or trying to, that the two needed to be able to get along. See, the trickster and the witch had never really gotten along, both constantly trying to one-up each other when it came to magic. It had been this way since they were kids, Frigga had trained them both from the time they were old enough to cast a spell and since then the two had argued nearly every day. It was starting to become an issue though, and there was a fairly important battle coming up. Thor couldn’t risk the two trying to start something on the field and losing lives due to it. Sure it was an honor to die in battle but he’d rather not lose warriors if he didn’t have to. 

“This is ridiculous.” Y/n grumbled as she dragged her feet, purposely holding Loki back as he made his way to the library. “Your brother has really outdone himself this time. I think this is almost as stupid as his little get help scheme.”

“I thought you and my brother got along?” the trickster hummed, yanking on the handcuff that bound the two together to force the woman to keep up with him.

Y/n huffed “not when he ruins my day by hooking me up to you.”

The trickster just rolled his eyes, pushing open the double doors with his shoulder. He seemed less peeved than Y/n had expected him to be. He did love a good trick however so she figured it was just that.

“Well since you’re so upset why don’t we have a little fun?” the prince smirked, raising an eyebrow as he looked back at the sorceress.

There it was, the mischief in his eyes that many had learned to fear, Y/n usually saw it as an invitation though. Despite their lack of friendliness when the two managed to work together they could easily take on all nine realms. Their combined magic could clear battlefields when they weren’t trying to compete and Y/n truly believed that if Thor was with them he would be terrified.

“What exactly do you have in mind?”

The prank itself was rather simple in theory, make Thor think he was no longer worthy of his beloved hammer. That was easier said than done though, the older prince may have not been the smartest but Y/n was convinced he knew more about his brother’s tricks than he let on. This had to be flawless, they needed to create an illusion big enough to cover the sky, as well as a perfectly crafted replica of Mjolnir. Luckily a few dwarves owed the witch a favor and Loki was a master of illusions, the set up would still take time though and the trickster seemed rather reluctant to visit Sindri and Brok.

“Are you kidding me? They’ll have my head if I show my face in their forge again.” The prince huffed

Y/n rolled her eyes “It’s not my fault you burned a bridge with the only beings who know more about Mjolnir than Thor himself.” The sorceress pulled on her handcuff, Loki reluctantly following behind her as they reached the forge. 

The dwarves were hard at work as per usual, their forge as hot as a star, Y/n yanked Loki through the door before approaching the brothers who were hard at work. 

“It is time for the two of you to make good on your word.” Y/n declared as she looked between the two “I need a replica of Mjolnir for Thor, I owe him a favor and for whatever reason, one wasn’t enough for him. Don’t worry about the magic, I can handle that, but he requests for the hammer to look exactly the same as Mjolnir.”

Loki looked displeased, his face showing the slightest bit of fear as the dwarves' eyes moved from Y/n to him.

“You bring the trickster here ad expect us to believe your stories Lady Y/n?” Brok spoke up, eyeing the young prince. 

“I understand he has caused you some troubles in the past, as does his brother. As much as I would love for you to sew his mouth shut once more, it’s important that he stay unharmed. You see, I won't be able to get rid of him until I repay my debt to Thor which is why I require this new hammer by tonight. Understood?” Y/n spoke without hesitation, her voice powerful and unwavering as she glared at the dwarves, challenging them to speak against her. The two nodded, albeit reluctantly, before starting their work. 

The pair waited outside of the forge as the hammer was crafted, Loki going over the important steps of the illusion the two would need to create together. 

“It has to be seamless, we’re not just tricking Thor but everyone at the feast tonight. I’ll take care of visuals, you make sure that the hammer behaves properly,” he instructed, motioning for her to practice with a rather large rock. The two ran through the routine quite a few times but whenever it got to the point where Thor would attempt to pick up the hammer Y/n’s magic would slip.

“If you would just stop using your magic to pull the damn thing up-”

“Do you really think my brother is a weak man? He’s not going to give up without a fight and you need to be prepared.” Loki huffed 

“I am prepared, you’re overreacting.” Y/n countered 

“Then hold it down next time, I know you can do better than this, I’ve seen you pull down Jotuns without a second thought.” The god sighed, looking to the sorceress next to him 

“It’s different, I’m not in a life or death situation Loki,” the woman sighed, she was never as good as controlling her power, when she was stressed or upset she could topple buildings but even the nuisance beside her couldn’t generate enough anger for that to happen now. 

Loki stopped and took his hand in hers “It’s only different because you make it different. You have that power inside you, Y/n, you just have to use it. I know you can do this, tap into that emotion.”

The sorceress sighed and closed her eyes, trying her best to tap into her power like Loki had said but she couldn’t. She shook her head before opening her eyes, she and Loki were rather close and for once he didn’t seem like a menace. A slight smile graced her lips before the door to the forge opened, causing her to jump to her feet, or rather attempt to. Loki had other plans and nearly pulled her down on top of him when he didn’t move, however, she managed to recover.

Sindri eyed the two before handing a perfect replica of Mjolnir to Y/n, “give the prince my regards.” he hummed before heading back inside.

The two made it back just in time, the feast had begun and they were fashionably late. Loki smiled as he tossed the hammer in his hand, walking into the banquet hall with Y/n by his side. “Brother!” He called out, pointing the hammer at him “Are you missing something?” 

Y/n rolled her eyes slightly “I told him to just leave the damn thing alone but you know he never listens to me.” She huffed, watching as Thor got to his feet.

The God of Thunder walked over to the pair and clapped his brother on the back, “I’m glad,” he spoke, his nerves clear in his voice. “Forgive me for not believing this is real.” he laughed a bit, the others in the hall joining him. They grew quiet as Loki raised the hammer in the air, a large lightning bolt sprouting from the top of the hammer, singing the ceiling as a rumble of thunder echoed through the hall. “Still think this is a joke? Pick it up?”

Loki put the hammer on the ground, walking back a bit as he waited for his brother to try and take the hammer. He played it off for a moment, insisting it was all a joke before he leaned down. His body tensing as he tried to pull the weapon from the ground. Y/n’s grip on Loki’s hand tightened as she did her best to keep the hammer in place, but the younger prince could feel her slipping. He nudged her, getting her attention before pressing a firm kiss to her lips. Within a moment the hammer was flying through the air. It would’ve hit the trickster in the face if he hadn’t broken the kiss and caught it.

“Unlock these cuffs right now or so help me I will smash his head in with that thing!” Y/n screamed, her eyes on fire as she glared at Thor who made quick work of the locks on the chain. As soon as she was free she sent the replica Mjolnir flying into the wall, Loki attached to it and stormed out of the hall. 

The hall was silent for a moment before erupting into laughter as a distraught trickster slowly picked himself up from the ground. 

At least he had the sense to wait, Y/n thought as she heard the familiar soft knocking of the younger prince. She didn’t say anything but let the door swing open, the raven-haired man slowly making his way into the room. Y/n was curled in a ball, her blankets firmly tucked around her as she glared at him. “May I sit?” he spoke softly, waiting for an invitation before he lowered himself to a spot on the bed next to her. “I’m sorry about earlier, you were slipping, I- I thought it would help. Technically it did but not in the way I had hoped, I truly am sorry I thought we had a moment earlier and truth be told I’ve always tho-”

Loki stopped as a hand clamped over his mouth, “shut up” Y/n murmured, removing her hand from his mouth before scooting closer to him. After a while, she leaned her head against his shoulder, moving his arm so it was wrapped around her, the two of them at peace together for the first time in their lives.

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[imagine-loki]

The Witch's Familiar

TITLE: The Witch’s Familiar CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 73/? AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine getting so attached to Lokitty early on that you insist on carrying him just about everywhere.  RATING: T (so far) NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 Click here

You looked up into Loki’s eyes.  “Love?” You asked him gently.  You still didn’t quite understand what he meant.  “Haven’t you always had worshipers?” You asked.  He was a Norse god.  He’d been worshipped for centuries.  He, Thor, all of his family had been.  What was bothering him about it now?

Loki’s arms wrapped around Fenna and he blinked as he worked to focus on you again.  “I’ve had worshipers for centuries,” he started, his voice soft and distant.  He was trying to focus on you and the voices in his head at the same time.  You could see the strain it was taking on him.  

You reached up and cupped his cheek.  “Let Fenna help,” you reminded him gently.  “Let me help you,” you were both there for him and you’d help however you could.  “Let me in, Lokitty.  You’re not alone anymore,” you reminded him.  Sometimes he had a hard time remembering that he wasn’t alone.  He didn’t have to do everything by himself anymore.  He had you, he had Fenna, he’d rekindled his relationship with his brother, and he always had his beloved mother.  

Loki nodded and his eyes glazed for a moment before he relaxed.  Fenna’s eyes glowed a soft green and you smiled.  She was such a good familiar and so good for him.  Loki sighed in relief and scratched behind Fenna’s ears.  “Thank you, my dear,” he told her warmly.  He looked to you and leaned over to kiss you softly.  “And thank you, magelet,” he said with a seductive purr.  His voice always held a bit of that seduction, even when he wasn’t trying.  When he was trying…

Well, you’d think about that later.  

Right now, you had to find out what was going on with Loki.

“So… the worshipers?” You prompted when Loki was lost in your eyes instead of continuing the conversation.  

Loki chuckled.  “Yes, the worshipers,” he agreed.  He took a breath to clear his thoughts before he began to speak.  “Yes, I’ve had worshipers since I officially received my godhood when I came of age,” he explained.

You tilted your head.  “When you did what?” You asked.  You knew Loki was a god, of course, but you didn’t understand what he meant about receiving his godhead.  Wasn’t he born a god?

Loki smiled fondly at the memory.  He gestured and an illusion appeared before you, an image of a young Loki kneeling on one knee before the throne of Asgard, his golden horned helmet on the ground in front of him.  He looked to only be about 18 years old or so by Midgardian standards.  “When an Asgardian comes of age, they are eligible to receive a godhead.  The royal family always receives at least one,” he explained.  “There’s a big ceremony for those who are chosen for one,” his eyes flicked back to the illusion and he smiled fondly at it.  “I earned my godheads of mischief, chaos, and lies that day.  I didn’t earn the godhead of stories until much later.  Some godheads are earned, some are given, but they’re all based on the personality of the god or goddess in question,”

You nodded along.  “And you got your worshipers at the same time?” You asked.

Loki nodded. “It started slowly, only one or two requesting my help. It took years before I had a true following.  Then… once the Christians came and ruined everything, we all lost a lot of followers…” his eyes were sad and haunted.  He’d missed hearing from his followers, he’d missed all of it. 

The pieces were coming together then.  He wasn’t used to hearing so many people anymore.  Fewer and fewer people believed in the old gods, fewer and fewer worshiped him and his family.  

That had changed that day.  In seeing what Loki could really do, in seeing the god in action, that belief had come back to the world.  Loki, Thor, all the Asgardians, were getting followers again.

“And you can hear them all?” You asked him gently.  No wonder his head hurt.

Loki nodded.  “I used to have spells set up to… filter the calls.  I’ve slipped on keeping them up when the voices dwindled.  I’m going to have to renew them now.  And teach Thor how to do it as well…” he said with a groan.  

You laughed. “I’ll help you with the oaf.   And with your spells as well if you’d like me to,” 

Loki gave you a loving smile.  “I appreciate the offer, magelet, but it won’t take me much to get my spells back up and working.  I just…” he blushed a light purple.  “I wasn’t expecting to be so popular again, not after all the things I have done…” he looked down and picked at his hands.

You stroked his cheek with your thumb.  “Loki, it wasn’t your fault, it was mind control,”

Loki shook his head and looked up at you.  “No, magelet.  The Battle of New York may not have been my fault, but there are choices I’ve made through the centuries that I am not proud of,” he said softly, his eyes haunted with the ghosts of his past.

You leaned in to kiss him softly.  “Those choices are in the past, Lokitty.  You’ve been forgiven for them, you’ve more than made amends.  You’re a different person now than you were then,” you reminded him gently.  Loki had grown in just the time you’d known him.  You were sure he’d been growing and changing for centuries.  That was part of being the god of chaos.  He was always changing.  He welcomed change in his life, it was part of his very being. 

Loki leaned into your touch, then shifted to kiss your thumb.  “Thank you, magelet,” he said, grateful for your reassuring presence.  He hesitated a moment before he continued.  “Something else has changed…” he said and paused again.

“What has?” You asked him after a long pause.

He frowned as he tried to come up with the right words.  “I… praying to me seems to be more popular than it was before.  I had quite a few worshipers in the past, but things are different now.  It seems as if I have become the patron god for the outcasts, for those who are misunderstood, transgender, homosexual, teenagers, anyone who doesn’t fit in with society.  There are more than ever flocking to me…” he said, clearly at a loss as to why.  Sure, he was gender fluid, that part he understood.  He didn’t seem to get why all the other outcasts were praying to him now.

You smiled.  “Because they relate to you.  They know what you’ve been through,” the Avengers’ movies made sure of that.  The entire world knew Loki’s biology and Odin’s terrible parenting.  “They know that even through all of that, even through growing up in Thor’s shadow, of being misunderstood your entire life, you still persevered.  No matter what the nine realms threw at you, you overcame them and you’re thriving.  You’re an example to all of them,”

Loki’s eyes glistened with unshed tears.  “They… look up to me?” He asked in disbelief.

“Yes, Lokitty.  They look up to you.  They worship you because they think you’ll understand them and what they’re going through, what their needs are,”

Loki remained shocked and disbelieving for a moment.  Then you saw his expression change and the resolve come to his eyes. You saw the change in him, the responsibility in him.  He would be taking his new worshipers seriously.  You hadn’t doubted that he would, but there was a resolve there to take care of those who believed and trusted in him.  

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[areiton]

iron tipped petals - stony

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~*~ 

The first thing Steve learns about Tony Stark is that he’s a flashy asshole.  

The second thing he learns, is that Tony Stark reeks of flowers.  

~*~  

He remembers Howard, smooth smirk and oversized ego, and the way women slipped into and out of Howard’s orbit without ever really sticking, without ever touching him. Howard smelt of gun oil and burnt metal and something expensive that Steve couldn’t name, cologne and perfume both.  

Peggy smiled and said he didn’t have a heart to lose, and Howard’s eyes had flashed, but there was more amusement than not in them, and he hadn’t disagreed, and somehow Steve expected the same from his son, from the boy who was the second coming of Howard Stark, brilliant and handsome and just as charming.  

“Don’t call him that,” Natasha says, and nothing more, and it should have been a clue—was, if he’s honest—but he doesn’t dig into it enough.  

~*~  

Tony smells like coffee and burnt metal and, overwhelmingly, of flowers.  

It shocks him, because Tony does nothing to hide it, doesn’t mask his cough, doesn’t hide the sprigs of hyacinth he spits into his palm while they pace the helicarrier, just grins and winks at Bruce, and shoves them into a pocket.  

Steve is fascinated and revolted by the petals—bluebells and silky roses and the ragged edged posy—that fall out and scatter in his wake.  

~*~  

When Tony plummets to the earth, he’s small and neat, a metal wrapped missile and already, Steve knows that’s wrong.  

Tony walks and flowers fall in his wake, a spill of them coppery and fragrant and brave.  

He falls and nothing falls with him.  

It is strangely reassuring, when the Hulk lays him, surprisingly gentle, against the hard ground and Steve rips the faceplate away and petals spill, baby’s breath white and pale lavender, against the broken ground.  

~*~  

They move, one by one, into the Tower. Steve is startled to find he’s the last—that Natasha and Clint took up residence almost immediately, when SHIELD was screaming for Clint’s head, and Stark stook between, a shield of wealth and lawyers and no-fucks-given smirks.  

Bruce slipped in during that, and Thor arrived in a clatter of thunder and lightening and Steve—Steve returned from a six week trip around the country whose name he bore, and the Tower—it was a home.  

It was full of laughter and the sound of a Clint and Thor arguing, the scent of nail polish and gun oil, of tea and curry, and—underlying everything---the rich cloying scent of flowers.  

~*~  

Natasha pets his hair while they watch a movie, and Tony coughs belladonna onto her knee, presenting it with a flourish that makes her mouth twitch.  

Clint steals the coffee from Steve and pours a cup for Tony before climbing to perch on the fridge, and Tony smiles when a small sunshine yellow daffodil flutters to the counter.  

Bruce—Bruce breathes, and Tony loves him, a spill of baby breath and hellebores.  

Pepper stalks into the Tower, willowy and graceful and beautiful, and Tony coughs pink posies and ruby red roses.  

There are asters and azaleas for Rhodes, when he lands, bone-jarring and imposing, coughed up while Tony hangs from Rhodey’s neck, and the other man laughs.  

~*~  

They never last, is the thing.  

The flowers.  

They’re constant and ever changing, and Steve doesn’t understand because flowers—he knows what it means, to cough up flowers the way that Tony does.  

He knows it means that Tony loves, whole-hearted and unreserved and he knows that they taper off and away, except that the ones for Rhodey and Pepper and the team never seem to fade. The flowers for the girl in a coffee shop and the janitor who brings Tony a screwdriver at SHIELD, for baby agents and Coulsen—they never last.   

The flowers never last, but they never stop either.  

~*~  

“He falls in love real easy, Tony does,” Rhodey says, once, when he’s very drunk and Tony is laughing at something his date said, a raspy laugh that Steve knows because he has heard Tony cough up flowers for over a year now, and it settles, familiar and uneasy, in his gut.  

“Howard hated it, that he was so blatant and open about it, that he never hid his love. That he loved at all, god knows Howard wasn’t familiar with the emotion.”  

“How does--” he cuts off, doesn’t ask the question that’s been bothering him, more and more and more.  

Rhodey smiles, sharp and almost mean. “Modern medicine, Cap. And he's strong. Stronger than he looks, Rogers. A flower or two won’t kill Tony—I don’t know that anything but Tony can kill Tony.”  

The thought doesn’t sit right, and his hands clench, all helpless fury, and Rhodey smiles, iron tipped soft. “Tony falls in love real easy, but it never takes, see? He loves and he loves and it’s all a cough in passing. Tony could fall in love with a cup of coffee if he’s sleep deprived enough. You gotta understand—it doesn’t take, not really.” 

“He loves you. And Pepper.”  

“He does,” Rhodey allows.  

“You don’t--he coughs flowers for you,” Steve says, plaintive and accusing.  

Because he knows the legend—unrequited love. The flowers come from unrequited love.  That's what people said, back when he was a boy and they whispered about the flower cough.

“Tony,” Rhodey says, very slowly, “is an idiot. And he’s never, not once, been sure of the people who love him. I stopped coughing flowers for Tony when we were still freshmen.”  

Rhodey shifts, lifts his shirt, and he sees it, the gladiolus curving up over his hipbone, vibrant red and gold, a splash of color against his dark skin.  

~*~  

The first thing Steve learns about Tony Stark is that he’s a flashy asshole.  

The second thing he learns, is that Tony Stark reeks of flowers. 

The thing he learns later, months down the road, when he is sitting in his workshop, sketching, is that Tony never coughs flowers for him.  

~*~  

He likes Tony.  

Not at first, not those few days when they chased Loki and the end of the world, when they were scraping each other raw, when Tony dropped petals like he did snark and Steve couldn’t understand a man so blatant and bleeding and raw.  

But after—when he saw the shy smiles that Tony would give Natasha, and the way he was gentle with Clint when Clint was shivering in the grip of a panic attack. The way he never made Bruce feel small.  

He likes the way Tony never makes him feel stupid, even though he is everything about the future that Steve isn’t and never will be.  

He likes Tony.  

He likes seeing him greasy and distracted in his ‘shop, and mumbling to JARVIS, and leaning sleepily against the counter.  

He likes when Tony drapes himself over the couch Steve is sitting on, fluffy hair bruising his arm while Tony rambles about SI and gear upgrades and where Rhodey has War Machine now.  

He likes when they fight together, the way Tony feels like an extension of himself, as fluid and familiar as Bucky had been, a lifetime ago.  

He likes that when he’s awake in the middle of the night, panic making his hands tremble, Tony sits next to him, leaning into him with a long line of warmth, but he never makes Steve talk.  

He likes Tony.  

He doesn’t realize just how much—until he coughs and feels petals tickling his throat. 

~*~  

Red and pink and shiny, he stares at them. Chrysanthemums. He’d laugh, but his throat is sore and he wants, a bit, to cry.  

They mean homecomings, a flower he used to see soldiers on the front coughing when they read letters from their sweethearts.  

There’s an irony to it that makes him smile, even as he wonders what the hell he’s going to do now.  

~*~  

“You should tell him,” Natasha says, her fingers gentle on the red petals he’s clutching.  

“He doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want me.”  

She doesn’t argue with him, but she looks at him, that long-suffering look that says he’s being too stupid for words.  

~*~  

When he was a boy—the flower cough was a death sentence and a shameful secret, and he thinks, maybe—maybe he loves Tony because he taught Steve that it doesn’t have to be.  

Tony reeks of flowers, a scent that is cloying and familiar and beloved, after all these months with him. And there is, Steve thinks, a kind of fierce bravery, to live so honest and open. To let the world see his love, so beautiful and raw.  

And maybe that is why—when he sits next to Tony in a briefing and watches Tony sketch DUM-E on his mission report, he doesn’t hide the scratch in his throat.  

Maybe that is why he coughs, hard and uncontrollable, when Tony is the one waiting for him to wake up in medical.  

Maybe that is why he spits red petals into his hand, and tucks them away while Tony rambles in the middle of the night.  

He doesn’t hide it.  

He doesn’t want to hide it.  

~*~  

Tony has never, never once, coughed flowers for him.  

He knows what it means.  

He knows that Tony, who loves deep and free and fleeting—doesn't love him.  

Steve thinks he’d mind more, if Tony didn’t smile at him, eyes bright and cautious and sad, somehow.  

~*~  

He coughs when Tony laughs, and spits out petals when he grumbles over coffee and chokes on blossoms, tight and thick in his throat, when Tony curses and flies overhead, repulsors blasting.  

He leaves flowers in the kitchen and the gym and the communal living room, and across the surfaces of his own apartment.  

He draws Tony with them, when he’s alone.  

But he never leaves them in the workshop, and he never answers the question in Tony’s eyes.  

~*~  

He finds this.  

A lily, startlingly white and flecked with drops of blood, leaning against one of the chrysanthemums he left on the table next to his coffee.  

And Tony, watching him, with big eyes and bloody lips and a hopeful, bruised smile.  

“Am I wrong,” he whispers. “Is--is it mine?”  

Steve touches the lily, white and brilliant and beautiful.  

“You don’t cough for me,” he says, softly and Tony laughs, a high sharp noise that makes Steve look up at him.  

Tony doesn’t answer—just takes him by his hand, and leads him down the hall to his private quarters.  

The scent registers first, thick and cloying, the scent of copper and funerals and spring—the scent of lilies. They’re everywhere, a mountain piled on every table, scattered on the floor. White and red and he can feel a flower pressing against his throat, choking him, and he gasps, “Tony.”  

“When I cough for you, Steve—it's not for the world to see,” Tony murmurs, and he chokes, love swept and stunned and Tony kisses him until the feeling fades, and all that he can taste is this—Tony. Lilies and chrysanthemums and copper and Tony. 

~*~ 

Tony still smells like flowers.  

Sometimes, Steve still coughs.  

When they curl together, in the dark, their bed is surrounded by white lilies and red chrysanthemums and Steve sleeps with Tony tucked up under his chin, and the sweet cloying scent of their love.   

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[wrenhyperfixates]

In Your Arms

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: You comfort Loki one night after a particularly bad nightmare, and remind him that you’re not going anywhere. Warnings: angst, death (in a dream; go below ~~ line to skip), fluffy ending A/N: Hello my lovely nonny! This one is for you :)

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Disclaimer: Gif not mine 

“If you truly loved them, you would have succeeded,” Thanos said as his grip tightened on your neck.

“Please, they have done nothing wrong. Take my life instead. Just let them go free,” Loki begged.

“But then how could I send you back again? You will keep trying until you complete your mission. Sadly, though, time is up for your beloved.”

“No!” Loki screamed as a blue tint began to creep onto your face.

He tried to run forward, to do anything useful, to save you, but his feet were stuck to the ground where he was standing. Even his screams would no longer leave his lips. Lightning crackled in Loki’s peripheral vision, and he whipped his head around to see his brother and teammates rushing forward.

“Surrender, Thanos!” the God of Thunder shouted.

Loki tried to warn Thor and the others, but his tongue still would not cooperate. He watched helplessly as Thanos destroyed them all with a snap of his fingers on his free hand. Then the titan looked at you one last time, writhing in his grip, before locking eyes with Loki and crushing your windpipe. Finally, a scream ripped through Loki’s lungs, but it was all too late. The ground disappeared from below him and suddenly he was falling down into an abyss, your limp body the last thing he saw before being consumed by darkness...

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Loki’s eyes snapped open as he jolted up into a sitting position. Everything came back to him slowly as his quick, panicked breaths slowed to a normal pace. He hated waking up in a cold sweat every night. It was why he’d chosen to wander around rather than sleep when he’d first first moved to Midgard. But then he had the opportunity to sleep next to you, his angel, and there was no way he could pass that opportunity up. Besides, you always worried when he wasn’t well enough to come to bed. Being next to you helped with the nightmares for a while, anyway. And then one night they came back full force, now always featuring your death, the most horrific ones at his own hands.

Loki didn’t want to disturb your slumber with his problems, so he usually comforted himself by curling up next to your warm body. The nights where he screamed as he awoke always made you wake up, too. You’d cradle his body and whisper calming things in his ears as he absentmindedly rubbed designs onto your skins. One day he realized what he was doing and recognized the familiar patterns as runes for protection spells. On those nights, you’d tell him to let you know whenever he had a nightmare, not just when he screamed during one. He never did, though. He was content to let you sleep and just calm down next to you if it meant you were well rested.

“Sleep well, my angel,” he whispered, placing a small kiss to your forehead and wrapping his arms around you.

As he laid down again, something felt wrong. Your peaceful form suddenly seemed too still, your breathing too shallow. It was almost as if you weren’t breathing at all. Loki’s mind flashed back to his dream, and he felt like he was in free fall, even though he hadn’t moved from the bed. He began to panic again and shook you lightly as a lone tear fell down his cheek. Then he started shaking with more urgency, the tear now joined by a torrent of others.

“Darling. My angel,” he cried. “Please, please wake up. Please be ok. I am so sorry, my angel.”

“Hey, Loki. It’s ok. I’m right here,” you consoled him as you came to. “Just breathe. Yes, like that. Tell me what’s wrong, love.”

You cupped his wet cheeks in your hands and kissed his nose as he calmed down, already certain that another nightmare had been plaguing him. It made your heart swell with pride that this god before you would turn to you for help. A deep sadness also resided there that he should have to need the help in the first place. You gently brushed away the hair that was clinging to his face, held in place by tears and sweat, and hummed a little tune.

“Nightmare,” he croaked out when he’d calmed down.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Yes. And no. Everyone I know and love—my brother, my friends, you—were all taken from me as I stood there helpless. And then you were slumbering so deeply you were not moving. And oh! My angel, I am so sorry. I should have let you rest.”

“No. None of that talk now,” you softly ordered. “I am here for you anytime you need me. And I’m not going anywhere. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can stop me from being with you. I know that if anything were to happen in real life, you would protect me come hell or high water.”

“But my dreams,” he argued. “I am never able to do anything.”

You hated the venom in his tone, directed solely at himself. You wished he was not so harsh when he had no control over what happened.

“I know, but your nightmares are not reality. You would not let anything hurt me, just as I won’t let anything hurt you. We’re a team, and we’re going to be ok.”

“I love you, my angel,” he replied after a minute. “I vow I will protect you to my dying breath.”

“And I, you.”

Then you settled back down, hugging Loki to your chest. The two of you talked for a while until you drifted back off to sleep. Wrapped in your arms, the nightmares could not reach Loki, and for once he knew nothing would take his beloved away from him.

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