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oswildin · 2 months

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Something New (Loki x GN!Reader)

Summary: You have known each other since you were children on Asgard, you’ve been there through everything… And now you’re stranded on a junk planet with the man you believed to be dead for four years… It was time for a honest chat.

A/N: Set during ‘Thor Ragnarok’, no descriptors or use of ‘Y/N’.

“Silent treatment, is it? How juvenile. And a little boring.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, irritation flashing through your features at Loki’s - deliberately - vexing comment. Shaking your head, you stayed looking out the large window of the quarters you and Loki had been forced to share, especially after he had told the Grandmaster you two were married.

“Ah, I see, you’re in the honeymoon phase. Well, we are very progressive here on Sakaar.” The Grandmaster had mused. “We have husbands, wives, consorts, throuples and in-betweens. I can give you a leaflet if you like-“ To which quickly you had held up a hand, shaking your head, overwhelmed by the junk planet you’d ended up on, let alone the intricacies of their… escapades. No, you were much more focused on finding a way off of the planet and to Asgard to stop Hela, and then back to Midgard to live your life in peace.

It had been a few days since Loki and Thor had appeared on Midgard before your eyes, the shock and disbelief you felt still fresh in your mind at the sight of Loki - alive. And finding out he had faked his death for Asgard’s throne… Well, that was just the cherry on top. You forgave him for trying to destroy Jotunheim, you tried to forgive him for attacking New York… Fighting side by side against the Dark Elves had felt right… And then, he was gone. Dead, you thought.

“You seriously think you can go god-knows how long without speaking to me?” Loki inquired, raising a curious brow. “Whether you like it or not, we are in this together.” He nodded to himself. “And I, for one, am not about to let the opportunity to gain the Grandmasters favour, get close and perhaps take his place, slip me by.”

“Oh my god-“ You whirl around, finally facing him as your brows crease. “Are you serious?” You snap, a beat of silence filling the air between you. When you see him furrow his brows in a look that said ‘well, yes’, you couldn’t help but let a tired laugh escape your lips, head falling back slightly as your gaze flickered to the ceiling.

“I fail to see how that is funny-“ Loki huffed, tilting his head faintly.

“No, you’re right-“ You sigh, shaking your head, gaze fixed upon him once more. “It isn’t funny. No, in fact-“ You take a step closer. “It’s hilarious.” Loki blinked, irritation creeping up on him now at your mocking words. “Because, of course, Asgard was simply just… not enough?” You raise a brow. “Having Odin sent to Midgard, his death leading to the unleashing of the Goddess of Death who is now set on ruling Asgard and possibly destroying anyone or anything in her way… Was… not enough.”

Loki averted his eyes, looking down as his jaw twitched, your words hitting him with the harsh reality that his actions had consequences.

“And instead of doing the right thing and wanting to try and leave this hel, you wish to… stay? Ignore that our home is in danger?” Silence fell between you both, giving you the answer you needed as you let out an exasperated breath. “Right, well then.” You muttered, straightening yourself. “You’ve made yourself clear.” You went to move, going to find your own way off of Sakaar, with or without Loki’s help.

“Wait-“ Loki sighed, reaching out to grasp your wrist, stopping your leave. “Just… wait.” He added, tone slightly softer. You looked up to meet his stare, seeing the uncertainty on his features. “I…” He sighed once again. “I’m sorry.” He finally muttered, eyes quickly flickering to the wall before landing back on you. “Alright?” He slowly let go of your wrist. “I didn’t think.”

“No, you’re right, you didn’t.” You grumbled, folding your arms over your chest, your own eyes moving to stare firmly at the wall behind Loki. Loki could see the tension in your frame, the hurt he had caused by faking his death still clinging to you like an old wound. He clasped his hands into fists at his sides briefly, before letting them fall naturally, letting out a slow breath whilst doing so.

“You can’t be too surprised by that.” Loki tried, tone wry. “Whilst my intelligence may be high, it seems my… ability for considering others emotions is somewhat lacking.” You scoffed at that. “‘Always so perceptive about everyone but yourself’.” Loki mumbled to himself, making you glance at him. He let out a breathy, quick laugh as he shook his head lightly, lips pursing. “Yet it seems my perception can be… also lacking when it comes to those closest.” He added quietly.

You stayed silent, unsure on what to say - on what he wanted you to say. Instead, you sighed, unfolding your arms, moving towards a nearby seat as you felt Loki’s eyes watching your every move. “I’m tired, Loki.” You finally spoke, sitting down, elbows on your knees, hands clasped together. “You’re supposed to be my dearest friend, and yet… it feels as though you are intent on creating distance between us.”

Loki raised his chin faintly, before taking close calculated steps towards you, a slightly awkward aura surrounding him. He wasn’t one to be open with such matters as friendship and emotions. But perhaps… it was time he tried. Tentatively, he took a seat beside you, leaving a respectable distance, knowing he had to earn the right to be close to you again.

The truth was, whilst you may have been dear friends once, over the years it had… changed. Ever since Loki discovered the truth about his heritage, maybe even before that. When he chose to lie to you about the Frost Giants entry into Asgard, he had made his choice. He had chosen self-preservation. Something that in his time ruling Asgard, he realised was… hollow. And you never truly were just a dear friend to him. Nor him to you, even if it was unspoken.

“It was truly never my intention to cause you pain.” Loki spoke lowly, side-glancing at you, trying to gauge your every reaction to his words. “Thor… on the other hand.” He added wryly, raising a brow. “I suppose apart of me… wanted him to feel it. So he understood.” It was spoken as if he was processing it in real time. Your gaze drifted to Loki, eyeing his profile as he spoke. “And when you came to Odin… to me…” He corrected before pausing. “And asked to return to Midgard, to live your life among the mortals I once sought to rule…” He let out a quiet breath. “I could do nothing but allow it. Knowing the hurt I had caused, the rift I had created…”

Loki’s words hung in the air, a subtle tension hanging with them as you bit your lower lip lightly, unclasping your hands to sit up straight, keeping them resting on your knees. “Midgard…” You began softly. “The time I spent there after New York, aiding them rebuild their city… It gave me purpose.” You turned your head to look at him properly. “Odin had forbidden me from seeing you in your cell, Thor was with Jane and I…” You sighed. “I just wanted to do something… good.”

Loki listened intently, his expression neutral, if not slightly more tender than his usual look of indifference. He waited for you to continue, not wanting to interrupt. “And then after… thinking you were dead on Svartalfheim…” You shook your head. “I just… couldn’t bear being home.”

Loki felt a pang in his usually guarded heart at those words, his head dipping as he moved a hand to the bridge of his nose. Odin’s words when he sent him away still clung to the corners of his mind.

“You will not see them again, you have done enough damage there.”

In his own way, he thought he was protecting you. Stopping you from being hurt anymore by making you believe he was dead.

“I thought-“ He cleared his throat, lifting his head. “After everything I had done…” He trailed off, not daring to look at you.

“That what?” You blinked, furrowing your brows. “I just… wouldn’t care?” You breathed out, disbelief in your voice. Loki finally then took the risk of glancing at you, seeing the bewildered look on your features. “You think… that after everything, the good and the bad, that I wouldn’t care if you were gone?” Loki stayed quiet, but the look on his face told you all you needed to know. “You’re an idiot.” You huffed, shaking your head, pushing yourself to your feet as Loki blinked at your reaction. “You are… an A-Grade idiot.”

“I see Midgard has also taught you some rather interesting language-“ He quipped wryly, brows furrowing as he stayed seated, a hand moving to a small shrug. You turned round to look at him, hands on your hips.

“Midgard taught me a lot, thank you.” You snapped slightly, letting out a breath as you looked out the window across the room once again. “I could’ve left you to your own designs in New York, let the others handle it, but when Thor told me you were alive, what you were planning, I demanded to go with him.” You looked down at him again, searching his upturned gaze. “When Odin forbid me from seeing you in your cell, sending me to Midgard to clear up your mess, all I could think about was what you were thinking, how you were feeling.” You saw Loki’s brows begin to unknit, a flash of emotion going through his ice blue eyes. “And then when we fought side by side on Svartalfheim, I thought it was a fresh start. Us, fighting side by side…” Your voice wavered faintly, but Loki noticed as he gracefully got to his feet. “To watch you die.” You whispered.

Loki swallowed the lump in his throat, taking a tentative step closer, one hand slightly outstretched, as if he was approaching a startled animal. “To find out, you were alive for four years. Four years, Loki.” Your voice raised slightly, anger surfacing. “And even now, you are plotting and scheming. It never ends, does it?”

Loki’s eyelids fluttered briefly, face lowering to look down at his leather boots as he tried to think of what to say - what you would want him to say. “What can I say? I’m an opportunist.” He finally spoke, words quiet. Usually, those words would’ve been laced with wry humour, but instead they were almost honest sounding. He lifted his face, eyes flickering to your hands on your hips as he took a leap of chance, reaching for one of your hands. He was surprised when you didn’t snatch your hand away, but didn’t let it show.

“You…” He breathed out. “Are… a defender. Just like you always wanted to be.” He spoke softly. “I am… proud…” The words felt slightly foreign on his tongue, such open sentiment. “-of how far you have come.” His words were almost a whisper, as your own gaze threaten to soften. “And I… am still searching.” He gave a brief, solemn smile. “Searching for what I want to be.” He paused. “I do what I do because… it’s what I know how… to do.” His eyes searched yours, as if you had the answer, but knowing that ultimately, it was he who needed to work it out. “I don’t enjoy hurting people. I do it… because I have to, because I’ve had to.”

Your gaze finally softened, shoulders relaxing slightly as you took in his admission. You always knew that the Loki he portrayed to most was a mask, a defence mechanism… Yes, he was mischievous and cunning, but he was also multifaceted. You had seen it yourself. He was capable of so much more than the hollow quest he strived for.

“I know.” You whispered, squeezing his hand lightly. “But going round in circles, it’s never going to give you what you’re searching for. You can’t… discover if you don’t do something new.” You continued lowly, raising a brow. “Maybe, whatever you’re truly searching for isn’t a throne, or to rule or whatever else that falls under that umbrella, but maybe what you’re really looking for is-“

But before you could finish your thought, Loki’s lips had pressed to yours. You froze for a moment, taken back, before feeling yourself relax, his hand gently squeezing yours as his free one came to gently cup your cheek. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to melt into the kiss - a kiss you had been waiting centuries for. His kiss was as tender as it was passionate, reverent even. It was a kiss that took your breath away - at the risk of sounding cliche.

After a moment, you broke apart, Loki pulling back to observe your face, eyes flickering over your features in a questioning way, wondering if he had overstepped, if he had done the right thing by… being vulnerable. When your eyes finally reopened, finding his, the look on his face was a mix of nerves and contentment, a strange contradiction… Very Loki.

“What… what was that for?” You breathed out, still slightly in awe at the way your heart was beating in your chest. Loki blinked, raising his brows.

“Well, you… did say that I couldn’t discover if I didn’t try something new…” He said lowly, tone holding a hint of his usual cheekiness that made your lip twitch, threatening to smile.

“And?” You asked quietly, his hand still in yours, his other still cupping your cheek gently.

“And I…” He cleared his throat. “I- uh- think I rather like this… ‘something new’.” His lips quirked up into a faint smirk, eyes glimmering with hope and care, possibly even excitement. “If you like it as well, of course-“ He added, slightly rushed, a little awkward.

“No, yeah- I mean-“ You nodded, clearing your own throat. “Yeah. I like it.”

“Yeah?” Loki raised a brow, voice breathy.

“Yeah.” You smiled softly, once more squeezing his hand in assurance as Loki let his own lips be tugged into a small, almost bashful smile.

“To something new.”

#loki x reader #loki #loki laufeyson #loki x y/n #loki x you #marvel x reader #loki imagine #loki marvel #loki odinson #marvel #mcu #Spotify

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fictionalmenaremytype · 3 months

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SEASON FINALE BABY LETS GOOO!!!!!

(Percy jackson ep 8 spoilers)

I'm just gonna start by saying if Disney doesn't renue this for a second season they are stupid and will have missed out on a harry Potter level phenomenon.

- LUKE MONOLOGUE HOLYSHIT ITS GIVING GOOD KID REPRISE

- HE IS KIND OF TERRIFYING IN THAT SWORD SCENE THO

- Ares' cackle. I love him .

- Ares just threw him like hulk did loki

- annabeth having to hold Grover back is so important to me because he's wanting to help percy but Annabeth knows this fight is to the death and any interruption would just get Grover killed.

- Annabeth also knowing he needs to prove himself as the son of poseidon and discover who he is.

- "let's kick the son of poseidon into a puddle right near the sea" I now understand why Athena is battle strategy and Ares is just war.

- THAT TSUNAMI JUST PARTING FOR PERCT US ICONIC AND HE JUST RUNS AND SWOOPS AND CUTS ARES

- my only critique is that Percy never does any movements to show its his power (which ik this is accurate to the books) but it comes off a little like he's just calling on Poseidon to do stuff. I wished they had some sort of indicator that it was Percy like maybe a slight movement or having the water pull back from the puddle he fell in and into the sea.

- I did think the fight was a little quick tbh but it still worked.

- the way I screamed "close your eyes close your eyes close your eyes!" When he was about to show his true form.

- woooh Hades helm

- The cabin looks fuckung terrifying rn

- I haven't seen the end of credit scene yet but I'm predicting it's going to be Sally with Gabe's statue.

- Alecto just wanted to get tho boss his hat back!

- "please" "good luck on Olympus" I thought she was going to be nice but noooo she's still a bitch.

- Annabeth trying to stop Percy from going because they're friends now and she's worried for his safety. I love Leah she is AMAZING.

- "I'm done running from monsters" THAT LINE OMG THE WRITERS ROOM ATEEEE

- THE NECKLACE?? THE MUSIC?? "You're gonna need all the luck you can get." Is so sweet and so patronising she is perfect. Leah is Annabeth Chase she has cyclops powers and just embodies her!

- "how sure are we you couldn't explain everything in an email?" So relatable Grover so relatable.

- "I'm here to see Zeus." Lightning bolt on the table " I don't have an appointment"

- THIS SHOWS ART DEPARTMENT HOLY SHITT OLYMPUS IS STUNNING WTF

- it is so so obvious when you know abt Luke that yes trying to recruit Percy to his side.

- LUKE REALLY JUST SET ANNABETH UP TO BE THE TRAITOR THERE WHAT!

- can someone build this olympus on minecraft please I want to exploreee.

- zeus (rip Lance Reddick we miss you) just waiting on his throne is terrifying.

- The thrown room being in a thunder cloud has so much messaging behind it! It is pathetic fallacy at its finest.

- Zeus is scary. I don't like it. Literal goosebumps rn.

- "your family is a mess" you tell him Percy. Be his therapist

- WHEN HE TRIED TO STRIKE PERCY OH MY GOD POSEIDON SURRENDERING

- "your forbidden son who should've never been born" "the same as your thalia" Poseidon learnt some sass I see.

- THE GREEK IS INGENIOUS.

- "make sure I never see this one again." Well I hate to break it to you sir but you will...a lot

- "obedience doesn't come naturally to you does it?" "No...sir." "the sea does not like to be retrained." CAUSE THE SEA DOESNT LIKE TO BE RESTRAINEDDDDD

- Percy not immediately knowing Greek is such a slept upon lart of the books because they have lessons in it.

- Poseidons smile about Sally.

- "Ares is a moron." The only thing Poseidon and Athena agree on.

- Aww they finally had father son time. Its so emotional and beautiful and its made me emotional.

- the line of applause and I'm just looking for Travis and Connor.

- The hugging is a thing.

- "an accusation against clarisse." "Without proof" annabeth has a feeling!

- honestly adding Clarisse as a traitor and using that to get Percy and Luke alone makes more sense to me given that they know someone at camp stole the bolt.

- I think now is the time to say how Charlie is amazing for Luke he's so sinister when he wants to be l.

- luke making him go through the Prophecy before he reveals and percy slowly realising why Omg chills.

- the red lighting on Luke highlighting his scar.

- luke looking like he's about to cry

- "I didn't think you'd give them to Grover." "I'm here to recruit" AH

- BACKBITER CAN OPEN PORTALS NOW THIS IS A WHOLE NEW LEVEL OF OVER POWERED !!!!!

- LUKE AND PERCY FIGHT LUKE AND OERCY FIGHT.

- Is that a silhouette in the background???

- " I met your dad" THE ANGER OMG

- the fight with Ares being short is made up for by this fight. Under the fireworks? In the woods? It's stunning!!!!

- PERCYS APOLOGY OMG I FELT SO BAD FOR HIM HES SCARED AND CONFUSED AND STILL TRYING TO SEE THE BEST IN LUKE.

- YES ANNABETH. THROWING HER DAGGER AT LUKE?!? I HOPE THAT KNIFE BECAUSE PART OF ANNABETHS CHARACTER BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE SO COOL. I KNEW I SAW A SILHOUTTE

- " Annabeth?" " I heard everything" I KNEW SHE HAD HER SUSPICIONS

- " He can be very very persuasive" "I'm very very stubborn"

- MR D LOVE HIM

- "Percy? That's your name?"

- I was half expecting Dionysus to do an Oprah and say " you get out and you get out"

- Annabeth saying goodbye to Thalia is so sweet

- " and then sone place called Disney World?" She's never seen a movie she's going to be so confused. "Which kind of sounds like water land but with less trying to kill you" Yeah.

- the way he smiles at her is so cute.

- "wait did I read that wrong. What am I walking into. Is there something you're supposed to do there?" "Just be a kid"

- aww Grovers searcher licence is a flower

- "but no ones ever thought to check the seas!" Nice set up Disney I see you.

- "we meet back here next year." Well you will eventually.

- THE GROUP HUG (if we get up to season 5 I expect editors to make edits of them hugging at 16 to them hugging at 12)

- The cabin and Sally <3

- "what happened?" "It's a long story."

- WHAT JUST HAPPNED OMG ANOTHET DREAM OMG KRONOS I DONT LIKE THIS HES TOO CLOSE OMG GO AWAY DONT INVITE HIM IN HES LIKE A VAMPIRE. HES SCARY SCARY SCARY.

- "no kidding kiddo it's time to wake up." So cute.

- "grandpa." "Don't call him that."

- "Don't forget to tell your mom how much you love her today." "Kronos Lord of the titans said that?" The lying and secrets has begun

- NO GABE WOOH

- THE ENDING MONOLOGUE

- HOW MUCH DID WALKER SCOVELL GROW OVER FILMING HES SO TALL NEXT TO SALLY AND THE DOOR FRAME.

- Sally divorcing gabe is much much better than her just turning him to stone because it gives the message that she now recognises her son can look after himself and now she doesn't have to protect him anymore.

- GABE ASKING THE LAWYER HOW TO PICK A LOCK IS SO FUNNY

- I really like how it's his own hate for percy and everything percy has that gets him killed rather than straight up homicide. It really sets the idea that people like that will find their own downfall (which is ironic bc this trope is commonly used in ancient Greek tragedies)

season one of percy jackson is stunning. It's a masterpiece even with the changes and whilst there was definitely some timing issues and the cut to black became annoying, it was very, very good. If it is renewed for another season, it has a lot of potential, and I will be very excited to see how they adapt The Sea of Monsters for screen.

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #annabeth chase #pjo tv show #pjo series #walker scobell #grover underwood #percy jackson season 1 finale

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avelera · 6 months

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Some missed opportunities for Norse Mythology references in the Loki S2 Finale

I want to quickly preface this by saying the Loki show never claimed to be about or even incorporate more than passing nods to Norse mythology, so the following "missed opportunities" are more things that I think could have been cool and were perhaps within reach as references, but that even at my most wildly optimistic I didn't and still don't really expect because the show has been so very clear on this front. It's not fair to say these are flaws because the show never pretended to be about Norse mythology. NEVERTHELESS, because I'm a big nerd:

1) Ragnarok - All respect to Waititi and Thor III, it was a great interpretation of the myth, but I've always longed for something a little closer to the doom and mysticism of the mythology and the Loki S2 finale came tantalizingly close to invoking it, but fell short of actually using the word. Because Ragnarok isn't just about the fall of the gods, it's about the destruction and rebirth of the world. "After [the events of Ragnarok], the world will rise again, cleansed and fertile, the surviving and returning gods will meet, and the world will be repopulated by two human survivors."

Gee does that sound familiar! Almost like destroying all of the timelines to create them anew! Almost like that's what Sylvie was invoking by telling him it's better to accept destruction rather than accept imprisonment, and to build something new out of the ashes.

That's Ragnarok. That's literally Ragnarok and they invoked it in so many ways there short of actually using the damn word.

Loki, the god destined to bring about Ragnarok, proceeding to directly bring down the current timeline by destroying and then renewing it with a male and female survivor to help rebuild (visualized with Mobius and Sylvie's little chat at the end, even if it's the TVA they helped rebuild not the human population) sure does sound astonishingly close to invoking the story of Ragnarok.

And even though I'm bummed they never called it Ragnarok, I completely understand why! Ragnarok has kinda already happened in the MCU (never mind that Ragnarok itself is cyclical and will come again, but I digress)! I'd even go so far as to guess that earlier drafts probably did make it clearer but the thread, except for its bones and outline, were abandoned or left unnamed explicitly because it would be confusing for those not familiar with the myth or who would conflate Ragnarok with its Thor III invocation. Alas.

2) Loki bound - Already sort of invoked in Thor II with Loki imprisoned, which is why I don't think any more overt reference was made, but Loki was rather famously bound up in mythology. In this case, in a cave with a snake's poison dripping into his mouth. Not saying Loki bound to his throne of time needed to be conflated with how he was imprisoned until Ragnarok in the myhology, but the imprisonment parallel is there.

3) Loki becomes the new Odin, sacrificed upon Yggrasil - "The generally accepted meaning of Old Norse Yggdrasill is "Odin's horse", meaning "gallows". This interpretation comes about because drasill means "horse" and Ygg(r) is one of Odin's many names. The Poetic Edda poem Hávamál describes how Odin sacrificed himself by hanging from a tree, making this tree Odin's gallows. This tree may have been Yggdrasil." (source)

IE, Loki has sacrificed himself upon the world tree for power and knowledge and for the sake of the world. In this, unlike in the mythology where Loki is not Odin's son, Loki ascends to a parallel of his father's throne to follow in his legacy, having finally learned his father's lessons about rulership and self-sacrifice. Perhaps like the mythological Odin, we will learn that in making this self-sacrifice, Loki too has gained phenomenal knowledge and power?

4) Ratatoskr - This is more foward-looking and I don't in a million years think they'll do it but it would be so cool - so cool - if at some later point Loki has a friend or a servant or a squirrel form or idk, something that invokes Ratatoskr, the squirrel that lives in the World Tree and freely travels up and down its branches delivering messages. Please, MCU, give Loki a little squirrel friend??

#norse mythology #loki #loki spoilers #loki meta

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delyth88 · 6 months

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Loki - season 2, episode 6 series finale -immediate reaction

Okay, so this time I’m gonna have to split this into two posts. This one is my reaction after just watching the finale, but this time it’s going to be mostly my emotional response, and the more considered post with images will have to wait till later. I don’t have the heart for it right now.

So yeah, spoilers ahead.

Well that tore out my heart and stamped on it!

I mean it was an utterly perfect story for a character like Loki, but I’m still devastated. I love it. And I hate it.

I love it on a story level. The whole season was beautifully done! Loki developed so much over the six episodes, and really won my heart back. I fell in love with the gang from the TVA, particularly OB and Mobius, and I warmed to Sylvie and just wanted her to be able to live the quiet life she’s wanted for so long.

I loved that they really went into the depth I had assumed I’d only get in a fic about the different attempts Loki made to fix things by going back in time. They didn’t just gloss over things, they really showed him trying. I was shocked when after he asked OB how long it would take him to learn everything, he went and spent CENTURIES doing it! My stomach dropped. Because can you imagine what that means for someone? Even someone as long lived as Loki? What that has to do to your mind? And that should have been the first clue things weren’t going to turn up roses.

Then he finally succeeds! But they don’t show it to us like we’re experiencing that moment, but more as though we’re an observer, rushing through it because it’s yet another repeat. And for one brief moment Loki is happy because he thinks they’ve done it. But no, it turns out to have been an impossible task!

And then he finds out that HWR basically gave him his newfound powers, and that he still had a lot to learn, and then we see THAT HE ALREADY HAD LEARNED! The way they kept dropping the sense of time on us, that sense of dread and urgency. And inevitability. *shivers*

How he tries, and tries, and tries to convince Sylvie, but can’t get through to her, and how he has to contemplate whether he’s the sort of man who could kill her. I loved how he visited Mobius to ask for his advice. My god. What a horrible conversation to have to have. But what trust he places in Mobius!

And I loved how he kept refusing to take the easy path. How he decided he couldn’t kill Sylvie, and how he realised there was another way. But OMG at what price!? I can’t….

But I hated how much this hurt Loki, what this took from him. When the gold from the rock trickles upwards to create a mockery of a throne, which is more a prison… just…. 😭 The look on his face once he knows what he has to do. He had to make the impossible choice, and he chose the impossible.

I love that it kept the tone of tragedy that has haunted Loki all through the MCU. I love how they were true to his character in that way, but AT THE SAME TIME allowed him to retain his new sense of self, all that growth we’ve shared through this series but also the change that he’s experienced while he’s been isolated during centuries trying to find a way to defeat HWR and keep the people on the branched timelines safe. His desperate act to do the right thing. And finally it is the right thing in the eyes of the universe and the audience, and yet he still loses. My heart just can’t bear it!

It’s perfect and it hurts.

Tagging @woodelf68 @pinkpondofasgard @projectprotectloki @scintillatingshortgirl19 @juliabohemian @galaxythreads @makerofrunevests @ladyofthestayingpower @thelightofthingshopedfor @sparklegemstone @iamanartichoke

#I just want Loki to be okay #that did not look like the face of someone who thought they'd be okay #and those were not the shoes of someone who expects to be walking around much #my poor boy #will they ever let you be?#*wails*#I'm heartbroken #its not as bad as Infinity War but its still going to take me some time to get over this #but I'm so glad they allowed him to be the serious character this season and for his actions to really matter #his intent to really matter #he did it all for those he loves #and i have to assume he was also thinking about his family and all the people he ever knew on Asgard #gah!#I'm gonna go cry some more now #loki #loki series #loki season 2 #loki spoilers #loki s2 ep6 #loki s2 finale #loki season 2 finale #loki series reaction #loki s2 #loki review #also I know nothing of the comics #so I have no idea if this is what happens in them

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veliseraptor · 3 months

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for the wip meme, I’ll pull the devil down with me, one way or another, please! I've been obsessed with it since I first saw it on your wip list.

the premise for this one is basically "loki makes the decision to betray asgard and sell out to thanos for the sake of a long game ending in thanos's defeat, and this involves a lot of atrocities that are ultimately undone but 100% still happened as far as loki is concerned, up to and including thor's murder." honestly it's drawing thematically on the fear itself arc of journey into mystery but nastier.

I think my trouble with this one is that I've been lingering too long on the aftermath and it's drawing it out unnecessarily, but I'm having a hard time figuring out how to end it otherwise. and, I mean, there's a whole bunch of stuff that needs to get filled in in the middle, but I feel like the stalling point might be figuring out how to end the damn thing (as is often the case, for me).

excerpt!!!

“My lord,” he said, not bothering to mask the tremor in his voice. Thanos would expect fear. “I return.” “So you do,” Thanos said after a long silence. Loki kept his eyes down, not daring to look up. “You return, Loki of Asgard, a failure. You failed to overcome one puny planet. You failed to bring me the Tesseract, as was promised. In all that I sent you to do, you failed.” Loki swallowed hard. There was no need to feign his terror; Thanos’s voice alone sent it vibrating deep into his bones. “I know,” he said. “And I am - I am sorry.” “I do not want your apologies, whelp,” Thanos said. “Take him. Do what you like with him. But do not kill him. I would not offer Death such a pathetic gift.” “Please,” Loki said quickly. “All is - all is not lost, my lord. It is true that - Midgard still stands. But I do not come before you empty handed, and I have not been idle.” Lie. Lie as well as you have ever lied, Loki Silvertongue, for the fate of the Nine and beyond rests on your ability to trick a mad god. “I was captured, true, but I gained the trust of the Odinson when the Aether was found again.” Silence, but the emissary did not seize him yet. “I feigned my death-” Choking on blood, jerking back to life in spasms of agony - “and gained the throne of Asgard. And now I come to you bearing not only the price agreed-” He laid the Tesseract down, “-but another artifact of great power, that I will either give to you or use in your service. I know, too, the location of the Aether. It is with the Collector on Knowhere. If you wish, I would fetch it for you-” “I am sure that you would,” Thanos interrupted. Loki fell silent. He could hear his own breathing, loud and strained; at least that would not play against him.

#conversating #anonymous #fic excerpt #lise memes #confessions of a frustrated writer #loki's a goddamn mess #another fic i have like 30 pages of #that i actually like #and yet sits unfinished #someday!!!

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wheredafandomat · 1 year

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Yield to me

For @fictive-sl0th ‘s Secret Santa Drabbles

Loki x female reader

18+ | there’s some smut

“You will yield to me.” Loki commanded, striding towards you as you stood defiantly staring up at him on his throne. “You will answer only to me.” He added, circling you as your breath hitched, his intimidating gaze shrouding you. You inhaled, the familiar scent of his musky cologne evading your senses as you tried to keep your knees from buckling and falling at his feet. “You will rule by my side as my queen.” He finished, standing in front of you as his eyes bore into yours.

“No, no I won’t.” You finally spoke, squaring your shoulders.

“Yes, yes you will.” He opined.

“No.”

“Why not?” He questioned, his voice lower now, more inviting, hypnotic as he ran his thumb over your cheek. “You know how rewarding I can be.” He smirked, you almost doing the same in remembrance. His thumb trailed down to your lips, pushing past them as you welcomed the digit into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around it as Lokis eyes fell closed, you obediently sucking it before releasing it with a pop. “Don’t tell me you haven’t enjoyed our times together, I for one found them to be quite pleasurable.” He chuckled darkly as you licked your lips, Loki leaning into you before you were both interrupted.

“Your majesty.” A voice sounded from the door causing you and Loki to break apart.

“Yes.” Loki called with a huff, rolling his eyes.

“Your presence is required.” The nervous voice continued.

“For what?” Loki pressed on, offering you an apologetic expression.

“The tree lighting ceremony in the square.”

“Ah yes, the tree lighting” Loki exhaled, running a hand through his hair “give me one moment.”

“Of course your majesty.” The person bid before exiting the room leaving you and Loki alone again.

“Apologies my love.” Loki spoke, smoothing down your hair. “Unfortunately the theatrics will have to wait until later.”

“Duty calls I guess” you mumbled, saddened by Lokis premature departure, you hadn’t even gotten to the good bit yet.

“But come with me, please.” Loki asked, smiling brightly at you.

“Loki are you sure? I don’t want to overstep, I don’t understand all of the Asgardian customs.” You stressed, wanting to stay in Lokis room and out of the way.

“I’d love it if you came plus, you wouldn’t be overstepping, besides, some of the customs are quite similar.” He grinned coyly, clicking his fingers before a few branches of mistletoe appeared above you both. “This one in particular is my favourite.” Smiling widely, you turned your attention back to Loki before you leant in, pressing your lips to his in a chaste kiss before he deepened it, hand at the back of your head as the kiss grew more heated. “Right, enough of that you naughty minx or we won’t make it to the ceremony.” He spoke, breaking the kiss as he took your hand, the both of you exiting the room.

“Did you really mean it?” You asked almost timidly as you both made your way towards the square. “Like it wasn’t just a sexy role play thing.” You added as an explanation.

“You are my queen” Loki insisted, squeezing your hand, knowing what you were referring to “hence why I’ve brought you here.” He finished, turning away from you and towards what resembled a Christmas tree standing tall and unlit in the middle of the square, Lokis subjects surrounding it, one wearing red clothing with a suspiciously long white beard.

“Loki?” You questioned confused as he stood in front of you, kneeling on the ground.

“Y/n, my gorgeous girl, I have loved you since—” he began, the crowd cheering as the tree lit up, decorations hung elegantly around it, the lights spelling a question.

Will you marry me

“Yes! Yes yes yesss!” You exclaimed, falling into Lokis arms before he could even place the ring on your finger or complain about whoever switched the lights on too early.

“Wonderful.” Loki beamed, kissing you deeply as snow began falling delicately around you all, the sound of the crowd cheering filling your ears. Once you broke the kiss, Loki took your hand, placing a beautiful ring on your finger before kissing you again. “I love you.”

Once you and Loki were back at the palace after having celebrated your impromptu engagement, you were quick to enter the bedroom, your lips barley straying from one another’s. Loki walked you backwards, the back of your legs hitting the bed before you fell against it, pulling Loki down with you. He settled above you, lips trailing over your neck as you wrapped your legs around his waist, lifting your hips off of the bed to grind against his bulge. With a simple click of his fingers, Loki had you both undressed, your aching centre finally coming into contact with his erect cock. Gripping his length, Loki stroked it against your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal as you eagerly awaited his intrusion.

“Pleasee.” You mewled, the tip of his cock nudging your clit.

“Yield to me.” Loki smirked down at you. “Be my queen.

“Mrs Laufeyson, it does have quite the ring to it doesn’t it” you grinned “now fuck me before I call this wedding off.

“Very well.” Loki spoke before thrusting into you, both of you moaning as he bottomed out. In that moment, you felt overcome with love, peace, unity. The moonlight tricked into the room as Loki pulled out before entering you again. He rocked his hips into you slowly, relishing in the feeling of being engulfed by you as you writhed below him.

“Faster.” You later begged, your orgasm slowly approaching.

“Ho ho ho.” You heard from the nearby window causing you to gasp as you looked towards it, the same long bearded man from earlier flying past it with reindeer.

“What the fuck, was that sa—” you exclaimed, completely shocked.

“Shh, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” Loki cooed before slamming into you.

This Christmas away, in a foreign realm was definitely better than the previous one as all would be from now on.

Merry Christmas

Merry sexmas really 😂😂

My words were Yes you will with this emoji 😈 from the lovely @sarahscribbles I hope you enjoyed it!! 💓💓

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So I had an idea-

A Loki x villain!reader where she is just as smart and sassy and sarcastic as he is

I just want enemies to lovers who are both flirty and maybe something involving magic or the ye old - knife against his throat while pinning him against the wall - (can be from either pov,your choice), anything else is up to you

You can do any genre, it's your choice✨

Can be headcanons or an oneshot or anything you'd want to write, I'm gonna love it no matter what~

Got Here First

pairing: Loki Laufeyson x villain!fem!reader warnings: sarcasm, weapons cuz you can't have loki without daggers, both loki and reader being low-key i'm so sorry obsessed with the tesseract... and with each other... and themselves (they have issues, we get it) summary: loki finally gets the chance to steal the tesseract... only to realise it's already been stolen by you a/n: considering my last fic kinda felt like a total disaster, this is my amends. Honestly, I had a little too much fun with it, so I hope you enjoy it wc: 0.9k

After having to wait for what felt like an eternity, fate had finally begun to be kind to Loki. He had managed to dismantle the guards outside of the artefact room, who were currently knocked out on the floor.

Carefully, he snuck into the room and looked around until his gaze fell on the one artefact he had been yearning for ever since he first laid eyes on it; the tesseract.

It was placed on a pedestal at the end of the long hall, glowing with its eerie blue light, casting shadows around it. Loki approached it, and after looking at the cube for a moment, he picked it up.

When no alarm seemed to go off or boobytraps were activated, he smiled. It felt too good to be true... and he realised it was when he saw a small sliver of paper lying on the pedestal that had been covered by the artefact.

As he inspected it, his eyes widened in shock, causing him to drop the tesseract, which shattered upon impact. In delicate handwriting, the paper said:

Sorry, darling Guess I got here first Better luck next time With love, the better villain

Loki crumpled up the piece of paper and tossed it away, looking at the shattered glass now scattered on the floor. It turned out that the tesseract had been replaced by a fake cube, enchanted with a glamour spell to disguise it in plain sight.

He knew exactly who had been bold enough to take what was supposed to be his, and he knew where to find her.

"Heimdall, I need to use the Bifröst," He said as he stormed towards him.

"And where to?" Heimdall asked.

"Vanaheim," Loki answered, "I need to retrieve what is mine."

You were sitting on your throne when the massive wooden doors to the hall opened. Unable to supress a smirk from forming on your lips, you softly chuckle when you see Loki burst in.

"Ah, there you are," You say, mercilessly teasing him, "I was wondering when you'd show up."

"Give it back," Loki scowls, shooting you a glare that would've ended your life if looks could kill.

"Well, it's great to see you, too, doll," You mock, your grin growing wider. "Anyway, I have to say I'm a little surprised you kept me waiting this long. I mean, I've had the tesseract for like a month now. Don't tell me you've lost your ability to steal things, have you?"

A low chuckle comes out of his mouth as Loki shakes his head. "Oh, you are treading on thin ice," He says as he holds out his hand. "Come on, give it back. We both know it's no use to you."

"Yeah no, I think I'm going to hold onto it for just a little longer," You respond, standing up from your throne. "Well, if you could let yourself out, I've got some Vanirs to pester."

Just as you're about to walk past him, he takes hold of your wrist. In a split-second, you draw your dagger and push him up against the nearest wall, keeping your blade flush against his throat.

"I'm only going to tell you this once, Laufeyson, so listen carefully," You say as you look him dead in the eyes, "Touch me again and you'll lose your hand. Got it?"

"No need to get so riled up over nothing, darling," Loki quips, his signature smirk forming on his lips. "Can't we just talk this out like the responsible people we are?"

"You know, you have been called a lot of names, but responsible isn't one of them," You quip back, "I would know, I invented most of them."

"Sounds a little obsessive if you ask me," Loki retorts, "Almost as if you like thinking about me."

A dry chuckle comes out of your throat. "Oh please, don't flatter yourself, not everything is about you," You say, "The only thoughts about you I like are the ones where I beat you. Like with the tesseract, right now. That, I thoroughly enjoy."

"Alright, alright, you're just as egocentric as I am, I get it," Loki says. "Now, if you could be a dear for once and remove your dagger, I'll leave you be."

"Only for you to transform into a snake and slither right back in, yeah right. Face it, Loki; I know you too well."

He raises an eyebrow as his free hand carefully takes hers off his throat. "You know, sometimes you really are the bane of my existence," He says, his eyes locked on yours.

For a moment, it seems as if time has stopped. You don't know how or why, but for some godforsaken reason, it's as if his gaze has a magnetic pull on yours. In your mind, you fight against it. It's just one of his elaborate mind tricks, right?

The way he holds your hand as he takes it off his throat is just to ensure his own safety, that odd spark it sends up your arm is simply a diversion...

"Alright, you can stop your tricks now," You say reluctantly. "I'm not giving up the tesseract that easily."

"Right, the tesseract," Loki says, his voice a little deeper and softer than usual. "That can wait for a little longer..."

Despite your best efforts to resist, that god-awful charm of his manages to pull you closer until you find your lips pressed up against his. Your dagger clatters onto the stone floor, quickly forgotten when his kiss becomes more passionate.

After some time, you both break away for air. Both your lips are slightly puffed, cheeks stained a little red.

"So, about the tesseract," Loki says, a little hoarse.

"Keep dreaming," You say before you pull him back in.

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kiatheinsomniac · 2 years

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notes: Ok, so like every other jötun Loki simp, I saw this guy on the hologram for 1 second and fell in love with him so I had to make a little fanfic where him and the reader get caught by the TVA for severely messing with the timeline so I made up a nexus event for the two of you <3

pairing: jötun! Loki x reader

word count: 7.9k

warnings: contains NSFW content, temperature play, size kink, slight degradation kink, praise kink, violence towards end

TVA FILE: KING UPON A STOLEN THRONE

VARIANT ID: L6792 RACE: Frost Giant

HEIGHT: 6’ 2” (1.88m) EYE COLOUR: Blue

SEX: Fluid BIRTHPLACE: Jotunheim

VARIANT NAME: Loki Laufeyson

ALIAS:

Loki Odinson

God of Mischief

King of The Nine Realms

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You bit down on your lip as you brought another strawberry up to your lips, eyes narrowed as your eyes followed the curves of planets in the sky. Your feet were kicked up on the divan and you had a notebook set open in your lap, gazing out of the towering bay windows of the younger Prince’s chambers. The spell he had set upon the notebook to disguise it as an anthology of classic poems from Vanaheim was a good one, you would admit that, and it was certainly to be expected of Frigga’s son. But your own mother was the Queen’s lead adviser in sorcery for a reason and you had been taught all that she knew.

“You…” A voice from behind you that made you smile, tilting your head backwards over the rest of the divan, an upside-down Prince coming into view. You watched his face drop as he recognised the book in your lap and he reached over you to snatch it, only for you to grab his wrist and push it away from you. You and Loki never really got on: really it was a petty thing that had started in childhood with the two of you always trying to one-up each other in magic and it had made you grow up in Odin’s court with a bitter envy oscillating between the two of you.

But, as much as the two of you were always throwing insults, trying to boast who was the better magic wielder and such, there had been times where the two of you had defended the other from anyone outside of your strange rivalry or had helped the other to avoid trouble or get out of it. Really, you were fine with picking on the other but wouldn’t stand to see anyone else do the same to either one of you.

“There was a lot to process,” You began, sitting up and patting the space where your legs had been, “especially with the whole jötun thing - I’d love to see that for myself when you have the time-”

“What do you want?” He cut you off and you frowned, hands dropping to land on his open notebook in your lap at having been interrupted, “Either you’re going to blackmail me or you’re going to run to Odin to claim some reward.” His brows were low over his narrowed eyes and it only made you smile playfully.

“Oh, you feel threatened by me!” You exclaimed and he, instead, steeled his expression to a more neutral one, “And I’d say I’m leaning towards the former.”

“Blackmail, then.” He sighed, leaning back and holding his arms out expectantly, “What is it that you want?”

“For you to listen to my improvements for your plan.” One of his brows quirked up and you leaned towards him a little, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth, “I know that you won’t want to hear this but you’re underestimating Thor. He’ll catch on to your plan if you attack him so blatantly - if there’s anyone that needs to be put out of the way permanently, it’s Odin, not Thor. But that may not be necessary: there’s a much more diplomatic approach to be taken, one that would be too final and too delicate for Odin or Thor to undo once set in motion.” For once, instead of trying to retaliate and tell you how his way of doing things was fine and didn’t need your improvements, he picked up one of the strawberries that you had been eating moments ago.

“I’m listening.”

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You finally let the minds of the diplomats slip from your puppeteering grasp, falling to the floor as your head swam with dizziness. It was done: everything was arranged. You longed for the comfort of your bed in the guest room of the palace that had made your own familial house feel as though it were your second home after the palace. But there were no such comforts in this cavern that you were hiding from Heimdall’s gaze in.

You let your head rest on your upper arm instead, eyes falling closed heavily. You had kept all of Asgard and Jöutunheim’s diplomats under your enchantment for hours from a distance and it made you want to fall into your own Odinsleep if it meant that you wouldn’t have to open your eyes for a week at the very least. However, a flash of shimmering green had you blinking them open, seeing a double of Loki kneeling beside you.

“Are you ok?” He asked and you shook your head, brows furrowed. The room was spinning.

“I’m so exhausted, I feel like I could be sick.” You groaned, clenching your jaw at the harsh stone beneath your body. You should have brought a damned pillow or something.

“I’ll slip away during the celebration and come get you as soon as I can, I promise.” There was a sincereness in his voice and you smiled weakly up at him. This plot had brought the two of you much closer together and you had come to admire each other’s magics instead of seeing in them the flaws of your own abilities. For example, you admired that he could make this double’s hand against your forehead cool like his real body temperature.

“I know you will…” You murmured, a triumphant grin pulling at the corners of your mouth, “Future King of The Nine Realms.” He shared in your glee and nodded his head to you in respect for what only the two of you knew to be a shared victory before he fizzled out in a glimmer of green sparks. You let yourself fall asleep, knowing that he would not make you wait for long.

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When you woke, it was to the feeling of movement and you opened your eyes to be met with a chest, you looked up to be met with long, dark hair and sapphire-blue skin. Your eyes struggled to see in the darkness and you figured that it had taken him a while to slip away from the celebratory feast to come and collect you as starlight and moonlight was now filtering through the columns of the palace. He was much taller in this form, making it easier for him to carry you and you allowed your head to rest against his chest, feeling the criss-cross pattern of the leather of his clothing against your cheek.

“Did everything go smoothly?” You murmured, letting your eyes close again and feeling lulled by his steady pace as he carried you.

“All thanks to you.” You could hear the faint smile in his voice, “It would seem that the appropriate response to my oaf of a brother starting a war between Jotunheim and Asgard would be to exile him and then assure that he would never rule over the realm with the authority of King of Asgard. Ah, but who else could possibly take his place as heir to the throne?” You smiled at the fun narrative tone, “Perhaps a jötun that was raised in Asgard? Jötuns would be happy to see that one of their own was upon the throne and Asgardians would be happy to have someone who was raised with their customs on the throne.”

“Oh, but wherever will we find such a being?” You brought the back of your palm to your forehead for dramatic emphasis and opened your eyes to meet his ruby-red ones as he carried you to a bedroom: notably his and not yours, making you raise a brow at him.

“I’d like to keep an eye on you, if that’s alright. You’ve exhausted a dangerous amount of your strength.” You smiled as he set you down on one side of the bed and pulled the silken sheets up over your waist.

“Awe, you care about me~” You teased. He rolled his eyes and you sighed against the plushness of the pillows, settling into a comfy position and running your hand down your front to magically change your dress into a set of loose-legged pyjama bottoms and a matching oversized satin button-down.

He flopped down onto the other side of the bed, keeping a large gap between the two of you.

“Phase two of the plan?”

“Phase two…” You murmured back in agreement that you would commence tomorrow.

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Phase two consisted of two main goals. The first was to hold a coronation for Loki soon - it was easy to justify holding one on such little notice as the guise of this entire plan was to dissolve the tension that Thor had created between Asgard and Jotunheim - which would solidify this plan while the Allfather was still in Odinsleep. This had to be a concrete solution that would justify Loki not being able to break Thor’s exile and would be too set in stone for Odin to change once he woke up.

You had watched Odin bully a child that he had chosen to take in for the most part of your life and he cared little for the lives of the soldiers who defended his palace: one of which had been your father. The King had deemed your father ‘a necessary sacrifice’ in a battle born of Odin’s pride. You wondered if he would deem his own family as such if they had fallen to the battles of his pride instead of his citizens that were nameless and faceless to him. His status would be a necessary sacrifice to prevent a war between two realms and you had sworn that you would tell him as much yourself when the moment was ripe.

The second part of phase two was cleaning up Loki’s image. He was still known as the tricker in his brother’s shadow to many, after all. You were close to tearing your hair out over all these festivity plans that would put the realms in high-spirits and display the generosity of their new King. There would be architects in Jotunheim who would be carving colossal ice sculptures of Loki and Laufey in their realm as a reminder of the new ruler of The Nine Realms who had so tirelessly worked to save his subjects from unnecessary bloodshed.

Loki needed a Queen too but you had not brought this up to him. You had already started your own rumours about how people were concerned of the frailty of his rule without an heir and were waiting to bring it up to the God of Mischief – this part of the plan you were orchestrating alone. You were fond of Loki and you made a brilliant team, yes, but you couldn’t say that you were in love with him… right?

Either way, if all that it took was a marriage and an heir to seal your position as a Queen, you would do so. You would have no other woman have more of a sway over Loki than you did. Should such a woman exist and discover how Loki came to be King, she would likely see you as a loose end and seek to cut you off to protect her own rule with Loki.

A plate of food was set down beside you and you lifted your head from your hands to follow up the arm that had placed it down. You smiled tiredly at the sight of sapphire skin with sky blue markings and sympathetic ruby eyes.

“Thank you.” You murmured, plucking up a grape and popping it in your mouth, leaning on your elbow and looking over the various plans in front of you.

“You should appoint some advisors.” He suggested and you groaned. Loki came to sit down next to you and you sighed at the feeling of his cool hand on the back of your neck, running down your spine as he took in the fact that you were multitasking over nine realms worth of celebrations at once.

“No one can do it as right as I can.” You grumbled and he rolled his eyes at your characteristic stubbornness.

“Not even me?” He raised a brow and you turned your body to lean against him, head resting on his shoulder as you sighed exasperatedly.

“Ok, maybe you could do it right.”

“And the way I would do it would be by appointing a team of advisors from each realm.” You groaned at him and he simply smiled, patting you on the head twice and you clenched your jaw, cursing yourself for enjoying the simple, endearing touch so much.

“Fine, but you have to pick them out. I’ll be busy looking for suitors for you while you do so.” You could feel the slight flinch of his body as his head snapped down to look at you, “Some clueless, traditional virgin who will be too stupid to pick up on our plan-”

“This wasn’t part of our plan, Y/n.” You looked up at him to see… confusion? Anger? You couldn’t place it, likely because there was a storm of emotions suddenly evoked behind those blood red eyes.

“I know, but I hadn’t considered it at all, originally. There’s talk that you’ll need to find a bride shortly after the coronation if you want to fix your rule as King. You can’t do that without an heir - if you get killed or die somehow, the crown just goes straight back to Odin or Thor will have to be pulled from exile to fill the role.” You shrugged, “I’ll find someone who won’t get in your way.”

“And what if I don't want to be married to some clueless woman?” Loki protested, “This plan has been an agreement between us so far and I won’t go back to when we used to dictate things to each other and then go for one another’s throats when we didn;t like what was said.”

“Who do you want then, Loki?” You flopped back in your chair and reached for a handful of white grapes, picking them off one-by-one as you ate them. “If you marry a more intelligent woman, she’ll see me as a threat to her rule with my knowledge on how you got the throne in the first place and then I’ll have the Queen of fucking Asgard out for my head.”

“And…” There was a caution in his tone and you begged fate for your most wanted words to fall from those cerulean blue lips of his, “would it be so terrible if you were to be my Queen? Who else would fill the role so perfectly? Look at what we’ve accomplished together already.”

“You are about to take Odin’s place on the throne, I’d say that warrants a pat on the back at the very least.” There was a smile on your lips as you continued to distract yourself with the plate of food he had brought but it did not stop the way your cheeks flushed with heat.

“Beyond that: as much as we picked on each other growing up, we both know that it motivated us to constantly seek improvement in our magic, you took my plan to rule over Asgard under a guise of a last resort and turned it into a scheme to make the people put me on the throne, to adore me as their King who saved them - and I was going to use Jotunheim as my scapegoat but now they’re one of my biggest supporters.” You dropped the playful smile as you listened to his words, allowing him the same level of vulnerability that he was offering you, “We aspire to grand goals together and figure out how to best achieve them. Why not rule together too? Would marrying me be so terrible?” You pondered over his words and you wanted to tell him that you were considering that your feelings for him had grown but, until you truly figured out such emotions, you put up that playful wall of defence.

“We’d have to sleep together at least once so, only if you’re boring in bed, I suppose.” You quipped and saw how the grin on his face grew, highlighting those sharp cheekbones that you adored so much, especially with the lines that adorned them in this form that you had grown so much more used to seeing as of late.

“Oh, I can assure you, darling,” the emphasis on the word made your stomach somersault, “I’m far from boring.” You considered also bringing up the fact that you would need to provide him with an heir too but decided against such - you didn’t want to possibly dampen whatever sparks were flickering between the two of you right now.

“Then perhaps that saves me a lot of effort on looking for suitors. If I make sure to stand out amongst all these planners for the festivities, perhaps you can mention me to Frigga as a potential bride, she already favours me because of my mother.” He smiled at you as you rose to your feet, intent on taking a nap after hours of labouring over plans.

“I’ll see to it.” He agreed.

“Should all go well, I’d like a pigeon blood ruby in my ring.” You bit on your lower lip as your fingertips skimmed along the curve of his jaw, picturing what your lives could look like together.

“That’s very specific.” He noted with a slight quirk of his brows while your fingers began to trail the pale blue lines along his cheek.

“They remind me of your eyes…” You spoke softly before taking your leave in search of a plush bed to sleep in.

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You glanced at the two bands on your finger, both golden: one had a pear-cut red pigeon blood ruby, flanked by smaller white diamonds; the other had two rounded green diamonds that sat at diagonals to one another. Loki had insisted on green for wedding rings as the court recognised it as his colour and he wore a ring on his other hand that bore a shimmering gem which he claimed was second only to your own eyes. The two of you had begun sharing much more romantic words and gestures after your initial discussion about Loki needing a bride and the wedding had been as grand as his coronation, even if you didn’t see all of it as the two of you had run away to your chambers together at the first opportunity. You smiled at the fond memory and blushed as you recalled that Loki had lived up to his claim of not being boring.

Honeyed words and lustful nights soon paved the way for raw emotions and passion and, soon enough, the happy couple was no longer a costume donned by two close friends but a genuine identity.

Being Queen was much easier than you thought: Frigga was Queen Mother and maintained many of her previous duties, Loki had been born to rule and had hungered for it his whole life, meaning that he took to his tasks as King with a passion and so you found yourself with much more freetime than you originally anticipated. Loki valued your opinion over anyone else’s, meaning that you often found him seeking you out for advice and you would gladly brainstorm with him for however long was necessary before the two of you came to your conclusion.

However, he could also become too delved into his passion of what it took to be King and you made it your job to make sure that he ate, slept and took breaks at appropriate times. Currently, you found him with his head in his hands, maps and diplomatic gifts laid out on the table before him. You peered down at the contents upon the desk and deduced that this was a matter of Freyr wanting to renew some of the trade deals between Alfheim and Asgard. He was not an easy man to deal with. Your hands landed on Loki’s shoulders, squeezing them and feeling the tenseness there.

“Come to bed, my love.” You leaned down slightly to press a kiss to his temple, his skin familiarly cool beneath your lips.

“I will, little one,” He assured you, “I just need to-”

“You just need to rest and I am not that much younger than you, you’re only calling me that because you’re so big now that you’re blue.” You teased, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind and leaning over him.

“Asgardian me still stands a whole head taller than you.” He tilted his head back to give you that smirk you adored.

“Not listening, what I said still stands.” You huffed, reaching forwards with one hand to push the maps further away from him. He took that hand in his own and you felt soothed by the cool temperature of his lips as he kissed from your wrist to your fingertips.

“Will my Queen not make an exception for her dear King?” He hummed as he brought your hand to rest at the crook of his neck instead, coaxing you to hold him a moment longer before he sent you away to rest. He knew that you adored when you spoke like this: it was a confirmation of your shared achievements, after all and it made you feel powerful at his side, more than anyone in The Nine Realms would ever know if you two could help it.

“I’m afraid that she cannot this night.” You replied, lips brushing against the shell of his ear, stroking some dark hair away from his face that had escaped his typical slicked-back style.

“Then perhaps this will be the first time that she has not got what she wants in a long while.” His words made your brows furrow in frustration and you withdrew from him, fingertips gliding against his shoulder in a dance of their own as you walked around to his side, going further to stand between him and the desk.

“Well, if your task is so urgent, I suppose that I cannot help if it calls for your undivided attention…” You brought your hand up to cup his jaw, thumb caressing the pale blue line along his cheekbone. Another man might have fallen for the false sense of security that you were presenting like a Venus fly trap would present nectar. But your husband was the God of Mischief, he knew trickery when he saw it and so he didn’t let his guard down.

You sank to your knees and let your hands rest on his thighs, pushing them apart as you settled between them. “I shouldn’t be much of a distraction in the face of such an important matter.” You drawled out as you reached up to palm his cock through his black breeches, fingers skimming over the ties but not pulling them open just yet.

“Y/n…” Your name left his lips as a sigh but you knew that it was a light warning. A hand came down to cup the back of your head but you swatted it away.

“Get to work, my love.” You hummed, resting your head against his thigh, feeling how the muscle there was tensed at your sensual touch. He reached down for the ties on his trousers but his hands were swatted away once more, “On the trade routes.” You corrected him but when his hand landed back on your head, you pulled back entirely, sitting on your calves, “I mean it, Loki.” He looked down at you with uncertainty for a moment before a smug look overcame his features. He would not give you the satisfaction of winning the game that you had commenced.

As he pulled the maps closer to him, you leaned back towards his cold body and resumed palming him through his clothes to tease him before you finally tugged at the ties that were hiding his cock from you and took him out from his clothing. You licked along his hardening length that was turning a purple colour in arousal, swirling your tongue around the head before trailing back down to pepper wet kisses all over him, slowly pumping with your hand.

He might have been successful in steadying his breath so as to not give you the satisfaction of knowing how you were distracting him but your fingers pressed into his thigh told you a different story, feeling his accelerated pulse beneath your firm press. You sucked down on the tip of his cock for a moment before pulling away to trail more teasing kisses across his skin that remained cool, no matter how flushed it may look. You laughed lowly at his sudden sharp intake of breath in response to your teasing before taking him in your mouth once more, feeling the weight of him against your tongue and humming as it made you really taste the salt of his precum. You used your hand to pump what you had not yet taken in your mouth, holding him in your fist that was quickly becoming slickened by the saliva dripping from your lips in generous amounts. You relaxed your jaw to take him in further, holding him as far back in your throat as you could before withdrawing entirely to leisurely stroke him in your hand, glancing up to him from your kneeling position.

His jaw was tight and his hands were gripping the edge of the desk with an unnecessary amount of force. You knew that you could start touching yourself to make him lose his last shred of restraint but you could be as sadistic as he – even if it showed itself differently – and so you leaned back down to bob your head over him, taking as much as you could. You began pulling out more little tricks to try and provoke a reaction from him: curling your tongue around him, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked down, moaning so that he could feel the vibrations of your voice, gagging every now and then as you took him into your throat.

It was when you pulled away to murmur against his cock that he lost all restraint: “I want you to come for me, my King.” You were pulled away from him, cold fingers digging into your cheeks and pushing your swollen lips into a pout.

“Enough games.” He rasped and you couldn’t help your smile of triumph as you further teased him.

“I thought you loved games, God of Mischief?” There was a growl from the back of his throat and you gasped as you were suddenly falling backwards onto your shared bed, the sensation of magic dissolving over your skin, causing goosebumps to prickle your flesh. His lips were on yours in an instant, his larger body caging yours into the bed, a knee between your thighs. You couldn’t help but whimper at the carnal passion behind his dizzying kisses, reaching your hands up to tangle in his dark hair as he licked into your mouth.

You couldn’t help but sigh out his name as his large hands came to rest over your hips, lips slanting across your jaw and smothering the skin of your neck in kisses that caused you to shiver delightedly every so often from the cold sensation against sensitive skin. You could feel Loki smile against your skin and you knew that he was planning on using that particular weakness of yours to tease you as you had done to him.

His cold hands filled your skin with a warm sensation as your clothing began to dissolve in a shower of emerald green dust - magic. You didn’t miss how those brilliant red eyes darkened at the sight of your bare flesh beneath him and you bit down on your lip as your own eyes landed on how his hardened cock was still free from his breeches despite him still being fully clothed. You reached up to begin tugging at his layer before he took your hand and pinned it beside your head. He reached for the opposing wrist and you acted quickly before he could take you in his string grasp that you knew you would not be able to escape from, thrusting your palm against his chest. He quickly snatched up your wrist but it was too late, the clothes on his upper body were dissolving in a shimmer of magic and you smirked up at him as he took both wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head.

“Follow my rules, little one.” He spoke lowly, leaning over you and you found your back involuntary arching towards him at the tone of his words.

“You never said I couldn’t undress you.” You quipped back.

“It was non-verbal.” He muttered as his lips hovered over the tops of your breasts. You both knew that grabbing your wrists had been a sign to simply submit to whatever he had planned for you but you’d be damned if you didn’t get to see that lean and sculpted chest. It would be too simple to compare him to a sculpture and much too generic for someone of Loki’s beauty; he was muscular, yes, but not overly so. He reminded you more of a painting, he was more lean like delicate brush strokes than overly-defined curves of marble muscle, there was an elegant beauty to him.

He must have noticed how your eyes softened as you took in the sight of him because he paused to hover over you, taking in all the emotions that flickered behind your eyes.

He was blue and you adored it, like the sea or the sky: beautiful, vast and powerful forces of nature to be reckoned with, whether they would come in persistent storms or rogue waves. Your eyes followed the lines along his torso, how you craved to follow them with your lips. You followed them down and then all the way back up again, across collar bones and up to his cheeks where you were met with eyes that put the gem in your engagement ring to shame.

“Are you alright there?” He hummed with a smile tugging at his lips.

“You’re so beautiful, Lo, I don’t tell you enough.” You whispered and that smile of his only softened as he leaned down to press a sweet kiss to your lips, letting it linger as he slowly pulled away.

“You tell me more than enough.” He assured you.

“I don’t think I possibly could.” You were so lost in his eyes that it caught you completely off-guard when his fingers began teasing at one of your nipples, pulling a shrill gasp from you from the fact that he had allowed his body temperature to drop a little closer to its natural state. The sensation made you throw your head back and you tried to close your thighs together but Loki’s knee between them would not allow you to alleviate your growing ache by pressing your legs together.

“Ah, is it cold?” His tone was dripping thickly with mockery and you could only nod your head quickly in response, pushing at his hand over your wrists to no avail. “Too cold?” That same tone and you shook your head, making him smile widely, white teeth flashing in the moonlight that was filtering in through the grand windows, white chiffon curtains billowing in the gentle breeze. “Then I’m sure you can handle a little more.” And your body jolted as his lips wrapped around the other nipple, tongue laving over the sensitive and hardened flesh before sucking down gently. His mouth was cold and wet and you wanted to compare it to ice but he hadn’t pushed that far just yet – you knew how much more he was capable of attacking your weakness for temperature play like this.

“Please.” You gasped after he had already alternated between his hands and mouth over your breasts twice.

“Please what?” He hummed against your skin and you realised that you hadn’t noticed when you’d started panting.

“Touch me…” You tried to crane forwards to capture his lips with yours but he held you down firmly to the bed. You tried again and watched as he looked down at your struggle with lidded eyes.

“You won’t break free.” He pointed out and you were about to tell him that you were fully aware of that but that would only please him and your goal now was to take your own pleasure.

“I will.” You protested instead. He raised his brows at this, one hand landing on your thigh and grabbing the plush flesh, noting your little shiver at the initial contact as he pressed against your leg to make you spread your legs for him.

“Will you now?” There was a faux sympathy in his voice and it caused heat to pool heavily in your core. “Go on then, show me how you can break free despite how much smaller and weaker you are.” You glared up at him and fought for your lips to leave the pout that they were pursed in. He knew exactly what he was doing and you shouldn’t be reacting this way when it was exactly what you had expected to get in the first place. You pushed at his hand again but it was fruitless no matter how much you tried to squirm out of his grip: you both knew that you couldn’t get out and you both adored it. “Poor thing…” He cooed and you turned your head away from him, hearing him chuckle slightly before you moaned at the sensation of his cool fingers dragging through your soaked slit.

“A reward for your efforts, as much as they may have failed.” He whispered into your ear as he began rubbing circles against your clit. His fingers dipped down to your entrance to push some of your wetness back up to your sensitive bundle of nerves and you let out a mix of a cry and a gasp when he was suddenly cold as ice.

“That’s cold!” Was all you could think to exclaim and Loki merely laughed at the obvious statement as he brought his other leg between yours, spreading your legs over his as you tried to squirm further up the bed and away from the icy sensation that was suddenly caressing your hot clit. His gaze over you darkened and his grip held you firmer, through not enough to hurt your wrists.

“Take it.” He commanded, pressing your wrists down into the pillows above you, pushing two fingers into you and making you gasp once more, moaning and scrunching your eyes at the glacial sensation within you. “Take it all like the good slut I know you are.” You keened at his attentions and the way his thumb came to caress your clit, fingers getting to a quick rhythm within you and making your body flush with heat at the wet sounds of him plunging his cold fingers into your hot cunt over and over again.

“Loki!” You cried out, having to adjust to his size, pace and temperature all at once, overwhelming your senses and quickly pushing you to the edge.

“Do you want to cum?” That mocking tone was back and you knew it meant that he wasn’t likely to give you this orgasm so simply nodded your head and tried grinding your hips down against his hand until he withdrew entirely and you could have sobbed, tears of frustration at the corners of your eyes.

Any complaint that you might have had fell short as you felt the tip of his cock swipe through your slit, rubbing over your sensitive clit. His cock wasn’t as cold as his hands had been until he began to sink himself into your pussy. You only realised that his hand had released your wrists when you reached forward to grab onto him, nails raking down his back, feeling the ridges of the lines there as he pushed into you. You let your head fall back as you whimpered at the stretch of him filling you. “I know…” He cooed as his lips pressed to the skin beneath your ear and it only made you all the more desperate for him.

“More, please.” Your voice came out in a whisper as one of your hands tangled in his dark hair. You shivered in delight at the feeling of him sheathing the entirety of his cock inside you and you mewled at the contrast of his cold arousal within your hot cunt. “Loki, please…” You sighed out and he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes and the lust that swam in them, “fuck me, my King.” That seemed to do it for him because he got to easing you towards a firm pace, pulling out to the very tip and then pushing into you again, progressing into slamming into you as your nails raked down his biceps, moaning for him without a second thought to the open windows.

Your need grew as he began to fuck you harder, reaching one of your hands down to tease your clit, spreading your fingers on either side of your slit at one point to feel the drag of Loki’s cock in and out of you, causing him to shudder. Knowing that you were the cause for each breathy moan that slipped his lips was enough to have you tightening around him, nearing your release. “You always take me so, so well, little one. Cum for me. Be good and let me see how pretty you are when you come undone on my cock.” And you did just that, feeling immense waves of pleasure wash over your body, making you wrap your legs tightly around your waist until your body slackened for a moment and it was all the time that Loki needed.

Suddenly gravity shifted entirely and you were forced onto your front, arms collapsing beneath you as your hips were pulled up and Loki was plunging into you once more, this angle allowing you deeper. You muffled your moans with the pillow beneath you before a hand tangled in your hair and pulled your head back, making you whimper at the harshness. One of his hands came to cover yours, interlacing your fingers and you arched your back in an attempt to take him in deeper, simply taking the pounding of his hips against the softness of your ass as he pushed you towards another orgasm, having not given you time to really come down from your last one.

“I know you can cum again for me and you will.” His lips were slanting across your shoulders, nipping your flesh here and there and you were almost sure that you could see his breath beside you when he brought his face far enough to catch a glimpse of your teary eyes and flushed cheeks.

“I will, I will.” Was all you could mumble out through a torrent of moans, feeling much like a toy as all you could do was go limp as he brought you another orgasm while he continued to fuck your soaked cunt that was now dripping down your thighs. “Please…” The word came out as a long keen and you could feel his cold breath against your cheek.

“What do you need, is it too much?” There was that mockery that filled your chest with a hot pleasure of humiliation. You shook your head, hands fisting the silk covers of your bed. “What is it then?” You could hear the grit of his jaw and knew that he was close.

“Cum for me, in me, please. Let me feel you, Loki.” You all but whimpered out and that seemed to do it for him as he released your hair to bruisingly grip your hip instead, shuddering as he gave you exactly what he wanted.

The two of you remained in that position for a while until you felt Loki slip out from inside you and ease you down to the bed, the warmth of his magic washing over your body as it cleaned you up. Feeling too boneless to move your whole, you simply stuck your arm out and heard a small laugh from Loki who shifted under it so that you could lay your arm over his chest while his own arm worked beneath you, turning you on your side so that you could curl up into him. Your heart was still racing and you looked up to see him gazing down at you contentedly, red eyes full of adoration as he reached forwards to gently push some hair back from your face. Your eyes felt heavy but you managed to smile up at him which only made him grin, in turn. He leaned down to press a tender kiss to your forehead and you let yourself fall asleep in his arms.

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You watched the scene unfolding before you with calculating eyes. No one had expected Odin to wake up from his deep sleep just a few short years after Loki’s argument with him had pushed him into the Odinsleep that he had been delaying for so long. Odin knew Loki but he didn’t know you beyond being the daughter of Frigga’s advisor. You’d allow him to underestimate you for now as he bellowed at Loki for all that he had done.

“Oh, there he is! Odin the conqueror, the hypocrite!” Loki yelled back. The two of you had been comfortable ruling over The Nine Realms these past few years without so much as a single uprising. Odin was the only one to speak out against you so openly and neither you nor Loki would allow him to take what you had worked so hard for, for what you had fought to maintain once you had it.

“Asgard was not yours to take! You were never fit to be King!” The ugly truth to the lie that Odin had fed Loki as a child, then having the audacity to turn to the young God and call him the God of lies.

“And yet he was the one to step up while your precious little golden child couldn’t get himself out of a realm as simple as Midgard!” You bit into the argument, ready to defend your husband in any instance, even if it were against the Allfather himself. “The people appointed him as their King and there has been peace since! I have lost count of the nights where I have had to remind him of his health as he’s poured over his tasks as King! Don’t you dare discredit him for taking your Kingdom, on the verge of war, and imposing peace without a drop of blood being shed.”

“Do not lecture me on politics, child. Perhaps blood would have been a necessary sacrifice to keep the trickster from the throne!” Odin spat back. There it was. That lack of regard for the subjects who were nothing but pawns on a chessboard to him.

“And perhaps the loss of your status was a necessary sacrifice.” You snapped back, stunning him for a moment at the bluntness of your words. A rage stormed behind his eye, one that Loki recognised well, and he was quick to get between you and the Allfather. You were quick to cast a spell, assuring that no one else noticed what you were doing.

“You will relinquish your title!” Odin commanded.

“What right have you to demand such a thing of me?!” Loki snapped back. He was wearing his crown today and you admired it from over Odin’s shoulder: a set of translucent horns that gleamed like the bifrost and covered a portion of his cheeks, highlighting his cheekbones.

“Surrender!” Odin commanded once more, this time as he slammed gungnir against the ground.

“No!” Loki retaliated and the moment Odin took a step towards him, you dropped your illusion, revealing that you were no longer standing behind Loki but had been invisible behind Odin, sinking your dagger into his back and thrusting upwards to assure you tore whatever organs you could hit.

There was a cry from Frigga from across the hall as you let Odin drop at your feet, looking up at Loki as you felt faint with adrenaline. He was quick to dash over to you, pulling you away from the body and cupping your face in his large hands to make sure you were ok, checking over you.

“I’m alright, I’m alright!” You exclaimed, trembling. Loki cast a glance down at Odin, Frigga now kneeling beside him and trying to apply pressure but it would not help - your blade had caused too much damage.

All of your attentions were snatched by the appearance of a translucent, orange-tinted door. Out came four people in black armour that resembled more modern styles of Midgard. You clutched onto Loki’s clothes and looked between your husband and these strange people that should not have been able to transport into the palace as they just had.

“Severe sequence violation.” One woman spoke as she looked down to Odin who was bleeding out on the floor. Her eyes fell to a screen in her hand before her eyes locked onto the two of you. “Variants identified.” Her tone changed and you knew that she was no longer addressing her teammates. “On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I hereby arrest you for crimes against the sacred timeline. You’re coming with us.”

Loki might have had a better head on his shoulders but you were still surging with adrenaline and had a bloodied blade in your hands. You lunged forwards but the knife was quickly taken from your grip and you felt a collar wrap around your throat as you were forced to your knees.

You hadn’t expected them to be so efficient.

Loki didn’t hesitate for a moment to attempt to free you but he met the same fate and, soon enough, you were being hauled up and pushed through that strange orange door.

You tried to get nearer to your husband but the two of you were kept at least a metre apart by these strange guards who claimed to work for the Time Variance Authority.

“What the fuck is a sacred timeline anyway?!” You exclaimed as you were pushed in front of a strange desk that looked like an orange sliced in half to you.

“Ooh, another Loki and there’s a Y/n with him. Mobius will love this.” The man behind the desk said to the woman who had been leading the group that had abducted you and taken you to wherever this was.

“What was these one’s nexus event?” He asked as he seemed to be filling out paperwork and Loki’s eyes met yours in a shared utter confusion.

“A what event?” Loki’s brows furrowed.

“Nexus event.” The guy said as his fingers clacked against some buttons in front of him, “You know, when you do something completely irreversible to drive events away from how they should happen.” He turned back to the woman, “What did they do?”

“They’ve been ruling over Asgard for years and when Odin woke up, she killed him.” The woman replied simply, taking the clipboard and placing your bloody dagger down on the desk.

“Oh… Yeah, Mobius will love this.”

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good morning/night :)

I hope you are well :) if you have time I wish to request odin x wife nordic goddess reader who wants to have another child (she is the mother of loki and thor) because her children are already adults and she loves her children loki and thor very much but she she misses having a little boy by her side and depending on her (with smut please <3) ps: your work is the most beautiful I've ever read, you really have a lot of talent <3 thanks for writing such wonderful things <333

Odin x (fem) Norse goddess

Warnings: 18+, no minors, pregnancy, breeding kink, rough sex, slow sex, sex, dirty talk.

A/N: I hope you like it ♥️ and thank you for your kind words they truly made my day.

“Perhaps, you just have baby fever.”

Odin, the all father, sat on his throne while talking to his wife who had just mentioned to him that she wanted another son to take care of.

Thor and Loki were now grown gods and were on their own doing whatever they saw fit, leaving (Name) alone with no baby boy to take care of. Odin heard her plea for a son but simply concluded that she was having a baby fever of sorts and that these feelings would pass in time.

However, (Name) was adamant that she wanted a baby boy to take care of and that it wasn’t baby fever. So, Odin agreed to wait for a few weeks and really see if that’s what his wife wanted. As the days passed, Odin noticed his wife still brought up the topic and still seemed to want another son.

Even when he was out doing business he would get hand written messages from his wife simply saying “Come back home soon, I’m very lonely.” Odin could read between the lines and sighed at how persistent his wife was but he also loved it.

Once night fell in Asgard, and Odin was sure everyone was asleep he walked into the bedroom the two shared and asked twice “Are you sure? Are you sure you want another son?” Odin asked being absolutely certain his wife wanted a baby, only to be met with a naked (Name) infront of him in all her beauty.

Odin always loved his wife’s body and it was truly his weakness.

With that, Odin knew he was in for a long night. Which was fine with him as he wanted a few more children of his own and if they were all going to end up as strong as Thor then Odin was certain he would be just as pleased. But of course, he first had to perform his duties as a husband.

Hunnin and Muninn were in a seperate room talking to each other waiting for Odin to come back but as time passed the two birds became tired and drifted off to sleep. In the morning, Odin still hadn’t showed up and the birds were getting anxious. That is until, Thor walked by telling them Odin would be busy for awhile, maybe all week. While Hunnin and Muninn were grateful Thor told them the news they asked what he could be doing, Thor only answered with “You’ll see soon enough.”

While (Name) was the one who wanted a baby, Odin was the one who make sure his wife got what she wanted, and so Odin wouldn’t let his beautiful wife leave until he was sure she had baby inside her. Over three days the sex consisted of slow yet passionate sex between the two and was the romantic yet sensual part. (Name) seemed to like this part of her husband as Odin was quite romantic and knew just what to say and when to say it. More importantly, he loved it when his wife took control and was ontop of him while pleasing herself on his thick and well endowed cock.

Even as many times as the two have had their passionate nights together, it always seemed like the first night of (Name) losing her virginity to the Norse god and of course he never failed fill her womb full of his cum afterwards. Which something (Name) looked forward to knowing Odin was going to leave her body shivering for more and more of his cum.

Of course, Odin left his wife feeling loved and wanted but he made sure not to waste a single drop of his cum as he now wanted her pregnant. At first, while Odin didn’t think (Name) wanted more children now it Odin made it his duty to make sure his wife would become pregnant soon. Which led to the next three days being completely opposite to the previous three days.

Odin became rougher while still retaining his love for his beloved wife, but he was rougher with everything he did. From the way his thrusts became rougher and faster, from the way he spoke causing (Name) to feel as though she was losing her mind. Rather, her mind was going numb as Odin fucked his wife with everything he had, no different from how Thor came into the world. However, knew his wife could take him, only she could. Odin chose her after all.

The sexual vigor Odin performed was better than most gods in Valhalla as he knew (Name)’s weak spots by memory and loved hitting them with his cock, no matter the position Odin made sure his wife was comfortable while getting dicked down by him and of course missionary and doggy style was part of it. Simple positions but the penetration was deeper and for sure (Name) felt all the sperm coming close her cervix. The feel made her mind numb as she felt so full from her husband’s cock and cum, which suited Odin fine as he enjoyed watching (Name)’s eyes roll back, toes curl, feeling her shiver, enjoying the tightness of her cunt as they climaxed together and of course hearing the words “I love you.”

Whenever a servant knocked on the door, they were met with both Odin and (Name) saying “Come back later.” (Name) more so than Odin as he was enjoying his wife’s cunt to really care about anything else and even then it was hard for the queen of Asgard to respond as it apparent Odin had a tight hold on her cunt. Especially, when the words “daddy” came out of her lips, a button that (Name) knew that if pushed there was no coming back from as she throughly enjoyed Odin’s filthy talk and rough sex. While (Name) had the daddy kink, Odin had the breeding kink, both coming to a clash in their bedroom making for a wild yet loving sexual encounter.

Back and forth the two had their filthy talk as Odin simply fucked his wife doggy style on their bed while pulling her hair, “I can feel your cock pounding my pussy, so hard-cum inside me again sir-daddy, I need it."only for Odin to respond with “if you think, even for a second I’m pulling out…” there was no need for Odin to continue as (Name) received her wish as Odin filled his cum inside his wife’s cunt to the brim as both reached their orgasm in a mind numbing manner. Any tears (Name) had Odin gently wiped them all and then kissing her cheek.

Months later, Valhalla welcomed the arrival of a bright and cheerful baby boy named Baldr. On the day of delivery, the nurses and doctors claimed the boy was truly bright and cheerful. Odin was the first to hold his son and instantly knew the boy would do great things. Thor was the second and even though he didn’t say much it took everything Loki had to get his turn of holding him.

From the Greek pantheon to the Hindu pantheon all welcomed the cheerful baby boy, even Hades made a visit when he had time. Reminiscing on how his younger brothers were once as small he Baldr was. But of course, (Name) was the one love and dote on the baby boy the most. Now she had another son to love and dote on, three boys.

Being content, Odin knew his wife was happy now and that she would be content for awhile.

At least, until Baldr grows up and she wants another son.

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... Long Story Imgine...

(( This is based on my dear friend @tokoyamisstuff story "Scandal", which is a "Loki x Reader" Story. She stopped writing it because of horrible people who pressured to continue writing. I think the idea is really amazing and I had a different approach for it.))

((Alot of OOC, and screw Odin he can never be redeemed in my eyes))

Loki was madly in love with one of the ladies of the court, Lady (Y/n). She was the daughter of the not so known Nobel family who roamed around the castle now and then to serve the Royal family.

The first time he met her was by coincidence, as she had sneaked into the library, which is only for the Royal family, but Loki being the "Understanding" person he is, he agreed to keep her secret, in hopes of using this information to blackmail her to do his bedding. But the more time he spent with her, the more his feelings changed towards her, he saw as a friend, then a partner in crime, then finally he fell in love hard.

Loki no longer felt jealousy towards Thor because he had all the attention and friendship he could want from Lady (Y/n). He no longer desired the throne of Asgard because he had the whole world in his arms when he wrapped them around his beloved. Nothing and no one else nattered as he took care of his Lady-wife throughout her pregnancy, making many promises on how he would be a great father for their child, talking of the many things he would teach them, and assuring his wife that he would "Never" teach their child how to prank, which they both know is not true.

The second Prince had everything he ever wanted and would need, his world was perfect, but it all came crushing down the day of the birth.

He refused to leave the room as his wife gave birth, wanting to add her through it. He did not expect the scream of terror that the midwife let out as she held the babe, almost dropping it, and as he looked upon the newborn, he understood why. The baby boy has blue skin and red eyes, the appearance of a frost giant. Shock went through him as he left the room, ignoring the calls of his wife, who pleaded him to come back, his mother who waited outside took his place in, confused by her son who ignored her as he left them.

Loki went to their shared room, where he finally allowed his emotions to get out and trash everything, tears of anger poured from his eyes as realisation settle in, that Lady (Y/n), his best friend, his love, had betrayed him him with a frost giant, he doesn't know how or when, but the evidence he saw coming out of her womb was proof enough.

Meanwhile, (Y/n) was confused, scared, and sad. He doesn't understand why he child is a frost giant. She thought maybe her babe was cursed or maybe she ate something that she shouldn't have, but she couldn't ignore that the fact is still there, that this blue crying babe in her arms was her son. She called for Loki, wanting to see him to talk to him to assure him that she didn't commit the great sin of betraying her beloved husband. But the only one who came forward was Queen Frigga, who put magic around the babe so that (Y/n) can touch them without being harmed by his ice powers.

"I did not betray Loki, I swear it! Queen mother, please believe me! I love Loki too much to commit such a thing!"

"Don't worry, my child, I believe you."

When (Y/n) heard those words, she was a bit calm, confident that the Queen would find her husband and talk to him to come back to her so they can discuss what happened to their son. She didn't expect that the next time she would see Loki would be in a courst room, standing in front of Odin and other members of the Court, in a trial to judge her her for her "Betrayal" of not only her husband who was the second Prince of Asgard but also of the "Betrayal" of Asgard itself for if she was able to meet a frost giant to commit such sin, she must have been able to betray them in other ways.

"You are here by sentenced to be exiled from Asgard permanently."

"No! I did not betray anyone! Please, Loki, look at me! I never did that!" Loki looked away, his eyes filled with pain, she turned to Frigga. "Queen mother, please, you belive me-"

But Frigga only gave her a sorrowful look as she averted her eyes away in guilt. The only person who stood by her was Thor.

"Father, we have known Lady (Y/n) for centuries before she met my brother. She has always been a loyal and devoted subject of Asgard. I can not accept even the possibility of her betraying us. There must be another reason for the child to be-"

"SILENCE!" Odin booming voice, echoed throughout Asgard. "It is not up for discussion, for it is clear that she can not be trusted, not anymore."

"Then please punish me, not my son. He is but a babe and holds no blame."

"Don't worry, for you and your babe shall go to where you belong... in jotunheim."

"NO! PLEASE!!... LOKI!! LOKI PLEASE! YOU KNOW I WOULD NEVER DO SICH A THING TO YOU!! PLEASE! HE IS OUT SON-"

Her words were cut off as Loki left the courtroom, refusing to meet her eyes as she was being dragged away by gaurds. The only person who wanted to act was Thor, who was held back by his mother. In the Bifrost bridge, Thor was able to wrap around her a heavy coat, hopping that it would keep her warm enough for they didn't even give her a chance to wear anything proper before her sentence.

In jotunheim, (Y/n) wondered for hours, walking around in hopes of finding anything or anyone that could help them. Hiding behind rocks when seeing beasts hunting. During that, almost half her fast as well ass her left arm was numb from frost bites she was sure parts of her skin broke from the heavy cold but she did not care as long as her son was safe. She was exhausted and just wanted to lay down and sleep, but she refused to succumb to it, but it wasn't until she saw a frost giant coming her away that his weapon held up at her demanding how and why she was there. The only thing she could do with her left eye now completely shut is to lift her son to him with her left arm shaking, barley being able to move it.

"P ..please.....mmm...m....my...my son...."

Then everything turned black.

When (Y/n) woke again, she felt warm, slolwy looking around she saw how she was covered in heavy furr, and in the middle of the room there was large controlled fire that kept the room warm. She was still in a daze that it took a while for her to realise that her body was bandaged, but when she came to her senses, the first thing she asked for was her son. Luckily, in the room with her, she was a female frost giant who looked a bit smaller and different than the first one she met. She assured her she was safe and even ordered to bring the child from nursery so she could hold him to calm her further. (Y/n) cried in relief as she saw her son sleeping peacefully.

She was so focused on her son that she didn't notice when Laufey came into the room to speak with her and know the origin of the babe in her arms.

"Now, tell me little one, how did you come here, and more importantly, where did you get him?" He said pointing to your son.

(Y/n) would be lying if she said she wasn't afraid, but looking around her and at herself, she assured herself that he doesn't want to harm her, so she speaks. She speaks of her punishment, the reason behind it, of her husband, who turned her back on her.

"The Queen Frigga did nothing."

"Yes, she kept assuring me that my child was Loki's, but during the trial, she said nothing."

"Well, of course, Frigga does have a good heart, but she would hide away if it meant aiding her coward husband."

"What ... what do you mean?"

"Oh, you poor thing, of course you don't know the truth, nor does your husband know of his true origin. For your see, Loki is my son."

Seeing the confused and shocked look, the king explained and revealed the truth. Centuries ago, during the great was between Asgard and Jotunheim, his beloved Queen, who was from a tribe of smaller frost giants, was giving birth to their son, but unfortunately, she died during child birth. Consumed and blinded by his grief, the king left the child in an abandoned temple. However, when he came back to his senses and returned for the babe, he found the temple had fallen, and he assumed that his son had died in it.

"I never forgave myself, and refused to take another after her, I was just waiting for the time when I would go and meet them in the afterlife. But now here you are in front of me, holding a jotunheim babe, claiming it's your husband's who is the second prince."

"Are you....are you saying that...that Odin..."

"Odin probably found Loki when he was a babe, and instead of returning him to me, he kept him claiming him as his son."

"B... But why?!...why would he do that?? Why would he hide his origin from him?... Why would... my child...he was ready to kill me and my child to hide this secret. What would he do when Loki finds the truth, was he planning to keep it a secret his entire life?!"

"You have the right to feel this outrage towards him, Odin always puts his own interest before others. Unfortunately, I also don't know his reasons."

"......what now?"

"What do you mean?"

"What will you do? Now that you know that....that your son is alive and that he lives on Asgard, not knowing the truth....That you have his wife...previous wife...with you here with his son, your grandson. What will you do?"

"....I heard stories of the woman who stole the heart of the god of mischief. I believe that he might come here searching for you."

"You mean for my corpse?" She replied bitterly. "He turned his back on me."

"He didn't know the truth."

"He didn't even give me a chance to speak to him. Even when Odin gave the sentence, he didn't even dare to show a hint of remorse or hesitation or even attempt for a lighter the sentence. He abandoned me... if he abandoned me like this without a question, that means he has always doubted me..."

"... if he did come for you, what would you want to happen?"

(Y/n) was shocked that Laufey was even giving her the free option on what to do, to the son he thought he lost no less. But she was still grateful that at least this king was giving her a chance, unlike Odin, who she followed blindly.

"I don't want to see him... Even if he found out the truth... he made his choices."

(Y/n)'s emotions were running high after giving birth, and immediately going through what she did would force her to make hasty action. But as she looked down at her son, whose skin changed colour after she touched him, she assumed it was Frigga's magic so she could touch her son without being affected, she understood that this was no longer about what's good for Loki but what is good for her son, and if it means to stay in Jotunheim to keep him safe from the horrors of Asgard so be it. She is no longer the wife of Loki Odinson but the mother of Liam Crown Prince of Jotunheim.

It was a month after the trial that Loki No longer could stand the hole that was left by his Lady-wife. He was too attached to her. He loved her so much. At first, he tried to force himself to forget her,reminding himself again and again of her infidelity, but then he didn't even care if she betrayed him or not, the sound of her cries for him hunted him every second of his existence, her tearful eyes hunted his dreams. He wanted her back. Even if it meant to be exiled with her, he did not care he just wanted his beloved (Y/n).

That's how he found himself standing in front of Laufey after being dragged by frost giants who found him roaming around their territory, looking for her.

"You have come a long way, Asgardian."

"Where is she?" Loki demanded not being intimidated by the Jotunheim king.

"Where is who?"

"My wife! She was here with an infant, where is she!"

"Ah, you mean the woman whom you left for death? No, I haven't. "

His words triggered Loki as he used his magic to teleport himself to be near Laufey enough to press his dagger against his neck.

"If you did as much as harm a hair on her head I will-"

His angry words were cut off as Laufey took hold of his wrist, and instead of his arm freezing to the bone, it was only his clothes that good shattered, but his arm was fine, that wasn't the only thing that shocked him as he saw his skin turn blue. When Loki pulled his arm away, the king let him go, and he watched as his blue skin slowly turned back. The Prince still looked shocked as his eyes looked from his arm back to Laufey.

"What kind of magic-"

"It is no magic of mine, but rather the magic of Asgard." Loki looked at him confused. "If you seek answers, I advise you to go to the all father for them."

Back on Asgard Loki goes immediately to the Vault to where the Casket is, not noticing that behind him was Odin, who knew of Loki's travel to Jotunheim and hurried after him after knowing of his return. Seeing him near the Casket terrified, he tried to stop him, but it was too late. Loki found the truth.

"Why? You were knee-deep in Jotun blood. Why would you take me??

"You were an innocent child-"

"Oh, don't act like you care for the fate of an innocent infant now. You took me for a purpose. What was it?"

When Odin doesn't answer, Loki lost it.

"TELL ME!!"

"I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day, bring about an alliance, bring about a permanent peace... through you. But those plans no longer matter."

"So I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up here until you might have use of me."

"Why do you twist my words?"

"You could have told me what I was from the beginning. Why didn't you?"

"You are my son. My blood. I wanted only to protect you from the truth."

"Protect me? By hiding who i am from me, by allowing me to marry an amazing woman who you knew our children would be like me, and instead of telling me the truth then you decided to stay quite and tell lies of her being untrustworthy and disloyal to keep your image in front of your people. Why?because I am the monster parents tell their children about at night? You don't want Asgard to know you have a monster for a son?"

"Don't-"

"It all makes sense now. Why you favoured Thor all these years."

"Listen-"

"Because no matter how much you claim to "love" me, you could never have a Frost Giant for a son, or having his offspring running around and forced to claim them as grandchildren ,or even the chance of one of them sitting on the Throne of Asgard!"

During Odin's sleep, Loki was so consumed with rage and hatred that he planned to kill Thor so his "parents" could feel the same pain he felt. So he constructed a plan, he tricks Thor into taking the challenge of living as a Midgardian, leaving his hammer in Asgard to assure he won't cheat. And Thor does, and during his time there, after meeting jane and the others, Loki sends assassins and killer tools to end Thor.

In the end, Thor was safe. Seeing he is unable to kill, Thor Loki goes to try and Kill Odin himself, but he gets caught by his mother, who used her powers to stop him.

"Why would you do all this to your family, brother?"

"I am not your brother, and you are no family of mine, not after you tried to kill my own."

Thor was confused by everything, but Frigga understood, and she cried as she apologized profusely to Loki. But it was for no use as he escaped Asgard completely. After Odin was awake, he tried to swipe everything under the rug and claim that Loki simply went mad after the betrayal of his wife, but Frigga puts her foot down and tells the truth to everyone, of what happened, or Loki's origin, and how Lady (Y/n) was innocent.

After the news spread wide, Odin tried to save face by sending soldiers along with Thor to bring her back, only to be met with Laufey and his own soldiers trying to chase them away from Jotunheim. But Thor wouldn't budge, not after learning that she was with Laufey.

"Return who you took Laufey or else!"

"...."Who I took?"...if I remember correctly, it was you Asgardians who banished her and her newborn to my realm in the hopes for her and her child's end." He mocked the Prince, which only made him lift his hammer to fight until a voice called.

"Please do not taunt the prince your majesty, for he has short temper and might start a new war."

It was (Y/n) who came out from where she was hiding with handmaidens following shortly. But her face was covered with a hood, but it didn't make Thor any less happy to see and hear her again. He tried to come close, but the frost giants stopped him and (Y/n) allowed it.

"I'm not coming back to Asgard."

"...But ...but why?"

"Are you truly asking me why? After everything I went through?"

(Y/n) revealed her face and the sight hurt Thor. There were scars from the frostbites littering the left side of her face. Her left eye was stuck, being half lidded while the right eye could open and close normally.

"If it wasn't for King Laufey who added me in time, I would have died a long time ago along with my son. I know you mean well Thor, after all, you were the only one who came to my defence against your own father, but will not return to the king who punished me for a crime he knew I didn't commit, to a queen who turned a blind eye for the sake of her king.... and to a husband who turned his back on me on the first sign of doubt."

"Loki still loves you! He never forgot you!"

"He should because I hold no love for him anymore."

"...you...you don't mean that."

".....goodbye Thor." She turned and left, ignoring Thor's calls for her.

(( After the events of the Avengers and Loki being captured))

The only reason Loki took control of Thanos army is because he wanted to build a new world for (Y/n) and their son. A kingdom just for them, away from anyone that could harm them, a haven for his beloved family. It was all delusions caused by his time being tortured under the mad titan.

After his capture, Odin wanted nothing more than to just imprison Loki away but Frigga and Thor were there defending him.

"He tried to kill me."

"And you tried to kill (Y/n) along with thier son."

It was Thor who spoke this time. And reluctantly, Odin allowed loki to meet his mother and brother during his imprisonment. He didn't react to them at first at their attempt to speak with him. Even when his mother provided him with comfort he did not react, it wasn't until Thor mentioned (Y/n) that Loki finally not only looked at him but also spoke.

"You saw her?"

"Yes, I did"

"Where was she? Is she hurt? How is my son?" He threw one question after another.

He explained to him that she was in Jotunheim under King Laufey's protection, that she was well, aside from the scares, which he could see Loki physically flinch at the mention of them, feeling guilt that his love was hurt because of his rash actions.

"I need to see her."

"I'm afraid you can't brother."

"Then bring her to me, tell her that everyone knows now that doesn't need to hide away among the Jotunheims."

"You don't understand, brother. She is aware that everyone on Asgard knows the truth, including you... She just refused to return her, not after everything, including returning to you."

This broke Loki.

He refused to believe that she gave up on him, so he wrote a letter with many oages and gave it to Thor to give it to her personally. Only for his brother to return with the letter back not even opened. He tried again and again, not only letters but also sent Symbolic gifts that he hoped would ignite her love for him again and remind her of what they had.

The last gift he sent were Heliotrope flowers, the same flowers he gave her the day he asked for her hand. It was their thing to communicate through flower language, giving each other one flower that could explain their deepest feelings without having to speak it.

Loki prayed to the gods that she would accept it, but his hopes were shattered when Thor returned again, but this time, his head was down in shame, as he showed him the flowers but they weren't returned as they were like the previous gifts but were torn.

"She got really angry, and Laufey banished me out of Jotunheim. I can not return there even if I wanted to, I'm sorry, brother."

Meanwhile, (Y/n) was crying angry tears. The last gift felt like an insult. How dare he try to proclaim his "Eternal love" to her after hurting her so much. It hurt her receiving those gifts that only pained her as she remembered each memory they held in them, her memories when her and Loki were blindly in love, but the flowers were the last straw that broke her for they held the memory of what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life.

Laufey was enraged when he saw her cry, he come to care for (Y/n) as the daughter he never had. He first cared for only only because she was the mother of his grandson, but with time, she became more than just that, even declared her a princess of Jotunheim. So the princes to try and use those gifts to guilt trip her into returning was unforgivable.

And by his words, Asgard was completely cut off from Jotunheim.

For years, Loki was depressed. Dark thoughts filled his mind as he came to the realisation that he had lost everything. Thor and Frugga tried to cheer him up. They even went as far as forcing Odin to set him free to return to his old life, back to his freedom, but it only worsened his condition as people in the court started looking at him even more wearily than before becoming of his origin, his day to day life felt empty, and even his room who he used to hide in for comfort felt cold for the one who always comforted him was (Y/n) and she was gone.

One day, Haiemdal cane into the courtroom, saying how Laufey sent a massage. The mention of the King caught the attention of the royal family, especially Loki, who stood face to face to him.

"He said that he hopes that we will accept to renew the treaty between Asgard and Jotunheim."

"For what reason?" It was Odin who asked, and as much as everyone wanted to scold him for doubting a peace offering, they also we curious of the reason.

"It appears that the crown prince Liam wishes to know his father."

Those words made Loki cry with joy. His son wanted to meet and come to him. Such news made everyone at high alert. Many preparations were done to welcome the prince. They prepared a room filled with everything a boy his age might enjoy. They prepared a feast just for him, and many more things that the prince might find enjoyable. A bug celebration just for him.

Loki, Thor, and Frigga were in the middle of the rainbow bridge waiting patiently. Loki wanted to wait inside the bifrost by Frigga, which forced him against it, for they didn't know what reaction they would get. Once the bifrost stopped working, they could see coming out of it were few frost giants who stood gaurd as they shielded who was coming behind them. Loki was nervous as he knew very well who they were shielding. He fixed himself and stood straight as the gaurds finally came to a stop and moved away to make way for another frost giant who was smaller than them, but this one was special as he carried none other than princess (Y/n), whose face was covered with a heavy hood. The frost giant knelt down so she would be able to come down.

"Welcome, (Y/n), I am happy to see you well again."

"...Queen Frigga." She replied simply with a nod, her voice nonchalant.

Hearing her voice again made Loki weak on the knees. He wanted nothing more than to run to her and hold her in his arms as he apologized against and again, begging her to return to him. But he stayed quite not trusting his voice.

"Sister! I'm really happy to see you again! Please come we made quite the feast for you both, come and let me tell you of my adventures in midgard."

"That won't be necessary as I will not be staying here."

"You won't?" Asked Frigga with sorrowful look.

"No, I won't." (Y/n) started. "As I said last time, I won't be stepping in Asgard ever again. The only reason I am here to see MY son off and to assure his safety."

Loki flinched at the emphasis.

"M..my love-"

"Don't you even dare."

That made Loki flinched again at her harsh tone.

"I am no longer an Asgardian... nor am I your wife..."

"No, you will always be much more than that."

At those words (Y/n), finally let down her hood, allowing Loki and Frigga to see the scars that Thor spoke them off and that made guilt erupt in Loki as he unknowingly moved forward wanting to examine the scars, to kiss them and comfort his beloved, only to be blocked by frost giants who used his weapon to stop him. But (Y/n) was still visible, and he could see the deep frown she had as she looked at him before turning away.

"Liam, you can come now sweetheart."

From the back, a small figure came forward, and Odin's family eyes widened in awe at what they saw. Standing there was a boy who looked 12 years of age, he looked at the spitting image of Loki aside from a few features of (Y/n).

Liam looked at them with equal awe, but his eyes focused on the prince in green. When he was young, he was always curious about who his father was. He never lacked a father figure as his grandfather filled that role perfectly, but there was always something that he longed for. So a few months ago, when he finally asked his mother of who his father was, (Y/n) didn't want to make the same mistake that Odin made and told him everything.

"I might not hold the same feelings I had in the past... but I know that he still cares for you deeply, so don't let our reasons for separation hold you back to what you want. If you wish to meet him, then I am all for it."

Liam was hesitant at first, but after a conversation with his grandfather, Liam decided that he wanted to meet Loki, so that he can decide whether he wants to continue to have him in his life or cut him off like his mother did.

Liam ran to his mother and hugged her, causing her to giggle as she hugged him back. Loki's heart melted at the scene, wanting to join the hug. Liam turned to Loki and walked up to him, forna second Loki thought that his son wanted to hug him too only to be met with a raised hand.

"Hello, my name is Liam (Y/n)son, crown prince of Jotunheim, and from what I am told your son."

He chuckled at his own joke, making Loki smile proudly at him as he held his hand for a shake. When their hands touched, their skin started to change to blue. Loki was silently horrified as he never accepted his Jotunheim self, unlike Liam, who only chuckled as he let go of his father's hand.

"Sorry, the spell always breaks when I touch other Jotunheims."

Loki's skin turned back to normal, but Liam's stayed the same, which confused not only Loki but also Frigga and Thor. So (Y/n) stepped in to explain as she wrapped her around around her son.

"Liam has control over his appearance. He can switch from Asgardian to Jotunheim."

"My Asgardian appearance is just an illusion. I will always be a Jotunheim."

Liam proclaimed proudly, having no issues with his Jotunheim appearance, unlike Loki, who gave a weary look, not knowing how he should feel.

"Liam, why don't you go and .ake sure you have everything." When her son left back to his luggage (Y/n) to Loki and gave his a warning. "The only reason I am allowing this is because Liam deserves to make his own decisions, and I'll support him through. But I'm warning you, Odinson, and to those who hear me that if ANY harm comes to my son from ANYONE or ANYTHING, I will personally make you regret your existence. Am I understood?"

"O..Of course my lov- I mean your highness." He corrected himself when he saw her frown deepen.

Before leaving, (Y/n) hugged her son goodbye before going back to the frost giant who carried and left, leaving 2 frost giant gaurds to protect the crown prince, proving further that she doesn't trust them.

"Why is the frost Giant carrying her everywhere?" Asked Thor.

"My mother can't walk long distances." Liam hesitantly explained. "Because she was in Jotunheim's cold, not properly protected her muscles and bones aren't that strong, the healer says the only reason she is still able to walk was because she kept moving."

Images of (Y/n) fighting the cold weather with their son in her arms hunted Loki, imagining all the worst ways that she might have suffered because of him, feeling dread creeping on him as his breaths quickened slowly and so did his heart rate. But hearing his son call him pulled him out before it can consume him again.

As he looked down at Liam, Loki swore that not only would he be a great father to him but also to try and win (Y/n)'s heart again so his son may get the loving family that he deserves. As they made their way to Asgard, he started thinking of all those ways that he could tempt Liam with to stay more with him and hoping it would also persuade (Y/n) to come back.

....

I couldn't sleep until I could write this. This is one of my long imagines. I hope you enjoyed it, and I'm sorry that the timeliness doesn't make sense.

#loki x reader #jotun loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x f!reader #loki x female reader #I wrote this instead of sleeping

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Thor Odinson x Female!Asgardian!Reader: Glowing

Summary: Being a queen means being skilled at many different things.

Rating/Warnings/Tags: All (Not Thor: Ragnarok Compliant; not Thor: The Dark World compliant; married Thor/Reader; Mother!Reader; child-centric; references to Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement; absent Thor; referenced Thor & Loki)

Challenge: “120 Bits of Random” challenge by SugarLandBabyGirl on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag list: @imaginesfire

Glowing

Odin, how you hated when Thor left you alone at the palace. All the action, all the comporting with old friends he got to enjoy, you did not. You wanted to go hunting, too, but what else could be done? Someone had to stay and look after the realm, and, as its queen, that duty fell to you. That did not mean you had to enjoy the task, however, and you definitely did not. Trying to solve petty disagreements had never been your forte, something Thor had been well aware of when he’d agreed to marry you.

“My Queen, surely you do not intend to listen to such apparent lies!” said one of the palace stablemen, who seemed to believe one of the courtiers had stolen a set of horseshoes from him.

“What have I to gain by telling tales?” the courtier demanded.

Your head throbbed at each word, but apparently those were their closing arguments, because each man looked up at you questioningly. You lifted your eyebrows as you looked down, trying to decide. This task was made much more difficult considering you’d barely paid attention while the two of them were talking.

“Do you have an eagle for my table?” you asked.

“An eagle?” the stableman asked, his eyes popping.

Next to him, the courtier spluttered until he managed to spit out, “I hardly think that is applicable to our dispute, Your Majesty. Perhaps you have not been–”

“Mother!”

A voice from the end of the throne room drew your attention toward the doors. They closed behind a dirty little boy rushing down the aisle. The remaining crowd drew away, perhaps afraid of contracting something from the muddy creature, but you recognized him at once and opened your arms in welcome.

Once he reached you, your son threw himself into you embrace. He smelled strongly of blood and the outdoors. “I did it, Mother! I managed it!”

“You?” you asked, smoothing a lock of filthy [color] hair from his forehead. “You killed a bilgesnipe on your own on your first hunt?”

“Yes!” He grinned up at you. Beneath all the gore and dirt, Ragnarr practically glowed.

You laughed and wrapped your arms around him–though only shortly, before his stink got the better of you. “And your father said you could come straight here without bathing?”

“Well…”

You chuckled before he could offer an excuse. He was still young, after all, and you were grateful for the interruption. “Where is your father?”

“Seeing to the horses,” Ragnarr said quickly, apparently relieved at not being sent away.

“And Uncle Loki?”

“Seeing to Sleipnir.”

“Of course he is.” Without you having to ask, Ragnarr hopped off your lap so that you could stand. “Was your bilgesnipe large enough to feed several?”

“Our family, at least! More, with Father and Uncle’s game.”

“Then we shall have a feast. The King has returned. He will listen to your complaints–tomorrow,” you announced to the crowd at large.

When several protests sounded, you rolled your eyes and set off toward the doors, your son at your heels. Even with the muttering that followed you outside, you felt content to leave them all behind. You had more pressing matters at hand–like getting Ragnarr a bath.

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Wanted Man ~ Chapter One

A/N: Before I stumbled into the Tolkien fandom, I wrote Marvel fanfic and while I wrote fanfic before I knew that was what it was called, this is the very first fic I'd written knowing it actually had a name/genre. This was the first of four fics in this series, and I did 3 spin off fics as well, which I may or may not post, depending on whether or not anyone has any interest in them.

Anyway, here it is... The first chapter of the first story... I hope you don't hate it. :)

Summary: A price on his head, Loki of Asgard finds himself stranded on Earth and in need of one woman's help in order to free himself from the bounty and try to reclaim what he sees as his rightful throne in Asgard.

McKenna Carlin just wanted to put a horrible day behind her. She had no idea that things would get worse before they get better…

Pairings: Loki Laufeyson x ofc McKenna Carlin

Characters: McKenna, Loki

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.5k

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Previous chapters can be found here!

Someday, I’ll learn never to ask what else could go wrong.

All McKenna Carlin wanted was to go home, stand under the hot shower, until she forgot all about the day from hell. Maybe then, she’d stop obsessing over why she asked questions she really didn’t want to know the answers to. Maybe.

She leaned back against the door and closed her eyes. Some days were bad, this one put them all to shame. If it could go wrong, it did. After that hot shower, a glass of wine was a must.

Opening her eyes again, she tried to ignore the sense of weariness creeping into her as she peered around the small apartment that she had, until only that morning, shared with Joe. Now, the pale eggshell white walls were missing pictures she’d grown accustomed to looking at, and the closet to her left would no doubt have a lot more room in it now.

It was for the best. Things had gone sour months earlier, only neither one of them had the stones to admit it. True, there were better ways to find out he’d already moved on than by seeing a text never meant for her eyes, but at least now she knew.

He had Shelley and she had outlines on the walls where photographs used to hang.

With a heavy sigh, she pushed up from the door and bracing one foot against the back of the other, kicked off her left sneaker, and then her right. She thought the run might help. Might clear her head, but it didn’t. Her thoughts were just as heavy as they had been before her run. Only now she was hot and sweaty on top of it.

She padded down the short, narrow hallway to her room, where Cinder, her chubby gray and white cat, lay curled up in his usual ball, sound asleep. His eyes didn’t open, but his motor kicked over as she stretched to scratch him under the chin. Bit by bit, his neck stretched, and then his eyes opened, amber and sleepy. He yawned. He stretched.

He promptly went back to sleep.

Her bathroom adjoined her room, and as she crossed to it, she peeled off her sweaty running clothes. Lightweight jacket. Tank top. All-important sports bra.

She had to shimmy out of the Lycra pants. And did the usual one-footed hop across to the threshold of the bathroom before she wrestled herself free. Everything lay where it fell. She’d get it on her return trip.

The tub, like the rest of the building, was old. But like the rest of the building, it had a wonderful charm that managed to offset the hassle of sometimes not having enough hot water. It was clawfooted and beautiful, and sometimes after a long day, she loved to just sit in it with a glass of wine, a good book, and enough bubbles to make every drain in the building fizz.

But tonight was a shower night, so she turned on the spray full blast and hoped for the best. As the water warmed, she smiled. No one was using their dishwasher just now. Perfect.

The shower was just the right temperature to ease the ache in her leg muscles. She hadn’t run a lot, less than two miles, but in the heat of a late June night, two miles felt like ten and she scrubbed harder than usual to get rid of the sweaty film. She shampooed twice. Conditioned once. And cursed like a sailor when she reached out toward the toilet, only to find she hadn’t taken a towel from the neatly folded pile on the organizer.

The memory foam bathmat soaked up more water than it should’ve, and she winced at the squishiness as she stretched to grab the wayward towel. She was just wrapping it about herself when the entire building lurched and something boomed overhead.

“Thunderstorm,” she muttered, grabbing a second towel to wrap about her hair. That godawful pixie cut she’d impulsively gotten just before Christmas had finally—finally—grown out. It was to her shoulders now, and freshly highlighted to get rid of any telltale white hairs that liked to show up every now and then to remind her she wasn’t twenty-five any longer, and the towel grew damp as she wrapped it turban-style and pulled open the door.

There were no A/C vents in the bathroom, so the blast of cold air made her yelp. She shivered, almost dancing over to her dresser, where she pulled out a pair of cotton pj bottoms and a her favorite tee shirt from her pj drawer. She unwound her turban and squeezed as much water as she could from her hair, then tossed the towel in the laundry basket on her way out to the kitchen

“Weird. Thunder, but no lightning,” she muttered, the hardwood floor cool beneath her feet. She’d had the floors redone the previous summer and they’d been sanded and polished to a golden maple finish, probably more beautiful than they’d been when the building was first built.

The kitchen was halfway down the hallway, with another full bath on the left and a spare bedroom (if it could be called that. It was a bedroom only in the sense that a twin bed would fit, but would leave precious little room for any other furniture) that she’d turned into a reading room of sorts. She was halfway between bedroom and kitchen when the second crash shook the building hard enough that she lost her footing and banged up against the wall.

“What the—?” She righted herself as Cinder let out a howl and darted between her feet to disappear into the spare room. “Cinder, you—”

Whatever the cat was remained unspoken as the living room came into sight and any and all words up and died on McKenna’s lips. She still had no idea what shook the building so badly, but she was fairly sure that when she’d gone into the bathroom, a man was not lying on the area rug just inside the door, where she’d have to have stepped over him to come completely into her apartment.

She stared first at the man lying motionless on the cheerful multicolor rug she’d picked up at a craft fair years earlier. Was he wearing… leather? Black and green leather, no less. And from the looks of him, the leather made him sweat the exact same way running in this sticky summer weather made her sweat.

Cinder hopped up onto the halfway separating the kitchen from the dining area portion of the living room, puffed to twice his normal size. Considering he weighed in at nearly twenty pounds, it was an impressive sight, but one McKenna only barely glanced at as she swallowed hard at the sight of this stranger—in leather, no less—lying unconscious on her floor.

“How the hell…” The whisper died on her lips as she glanced about for something to use as a weapon. Weapon. What the hell did she have that was even remotely weapon-like? The closest thing she had was an aluminum baseball bat, and that was currently in the backseat of her car, three floors down. Fat lot of good that would do.

The man groaned and she took another, very quick, step back.

Cinder hissed, then growled low in the back of his throat.

McKenna looked from the cat to the man. From the man to the cat. Which one would move first?

The man moved.

“Where…” His voice was deep, but faint. He tried to sit up, but just as quickly sank back, both hands coming to rest on his chest. Another low groan rose, but he remained still.

McKenna cleared her throat. “Who are you and how the hell did you get in here?”

“Quiet.”

The brusqueness of his voice caught her off-guard and she stared at him, even though he stared straight up at the ceiling. “I beg your pardon?”

“You should. What realm is this?”

“Realm?” The cordless phone sat on the counter next to Cinder. Gingerly, she stepped toward it. “You’ve got about five minutes before I’ve got the town’s finest here to haul your ass out of my apartment, mister.”

“What realm is this?”

“What are you talking about?” If she stretched, she could just put her fingers on the phone. She leaned to her left.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

The phone slid further out of reach, bumping up against the puffy cat, who yowled and practically flew off the counter. “What the hell—?”

This time, when the man attempted to sit, he didn’t sink back. Instead, he glared at her through eyes of the coldest pale blue she’d ever seen. “I am Loki of Asgard and what realm is this?”

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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Hear me now (Jotun Loki x Female reader AU) (18+)

Read chapter 29 here// Series Masterlist

Chapter 30

Summary : Loki tells you how he got on earth.

Warning : mentions of cheating, sexual assault, implied smut, short chapter

You scooted closer to him and wrapped your arms around him tightly, he was sharing the past that pained him too deeply and you just wanted him to know that he wasn't alone anymore, that he had love and that he was cared for.

"How did you get here bluey?" You asked him softly and he only tightened his grip around your waist

"I was banished by Odin"

"Your stepfather?" He nodded as you questioned him.

"Frigga told me that on a political venture to Jotunheim my father laufey forced himself upon her and I was the outcome, born out of an enormity" his eyes teared up and that was enough to break your heart, you had a feeling that this was only going to get worse from here. You didn't say anything, you didn't have any words left, you just wrapped your arm around him and caressed his back, hoping that he'd feel comfortable enough to share the rest of his life history with you

"Enraged by the revelation I engaged a war on jotunheim, I used deceit and trickery to avenge my mother, not for a moment I stopped to think why would Odin allow laufey to live after such a crime, then I found the truth, the whole truth " the tears dripped down from his eyes so you quickly wiped them away.

"I had my dagger right on my father's chest, my real father, that's when he told me that he was in love with Frigga, she tricked him into impregnating her so years down the line when Odin would want to rule over Jotunheim I would come into play. The son of laufey would sit on the throne but he never was meant to rule, he was just a pawn, born with a sole intent that someday they will have a use of him"

Your heart felt as if it would crash and burn, the truth felt too much, he has been through so much pain, how could a family do this to their own child? He was their own, they raised him up like a lamb and they were willing to make the sacrifice when the time would come.

"Why did your mother lie to you about the rape?" You asked him softly and he chuckled

"They had an alternate plan I suppose, I was to kill Laufey and take over the throne of Jotunheim, I would have done anything for her, she knew that, Odin knew that" the only thing you felt for his parents, if one could call them that, was disgust. if that's how some families are like, for once you felt happy that you didn't have one.

"When I returned with no blood on my hand Odin didn't think I was needed anymore since I failed, so he wanted to hang me for causing an unprovoked war on jotunheim" your heart stopped as he said that. If you ever see these people you for sure would want to kill them

"My brother Thor begged on his knees in front of them to allow me to live, and Odin? he'd do anything for Thor so instead of taking my life away he banished me from Asgard and threw me off the bifrost, I fell in Alaska, the village you visited. He took away everything Frigga taught me, he took away the spells that made me look like this" he turned into his human form and you looked at him confused. You didn't understand, if Odin took that form away then how was he doing this?

"But you can still do this?" You asked him and he smiled as he kissed you softly

"I taught myself, I learned to do it slowly, like a child would, when I fell down on kamakahi in my natural form I thought the villagers would feel scared but they were merely amused, they knew I wasn't from here and anyone who's not from here could only be a god" he mumbled so you smiled a little, he could have gotten somewhere where people like Rogers and Stark could have found him, being stranded on an alien planet was already horrifying for him as it was, you felt thankful that the villagers didn't hurt him or took advantage of him.

"You are a god Blublu, look at you, so brave, so magical, you heal people, you are everything and I'm sorry about every pain you have been through but as long as you have me, I won't let anyone hurt you again, I promise baby I promise" you hugged him tightly as you finally allowed yourself to sob. He has been through so much of hurt then he got shot and kidnapped, on the top of it he had such an awful wife. You just wanted to keep him with you so nothing would harm him ever again

"I know my darling, I know..sshhhh don't cry please, I never want to see you like that" his eyes teared up more and more with every sob of yours.

"I love you so much, so much" he kissed you as you said that, he loved you more than anything in the whole nine realms, you're all he has ever dreamt of, even on Asgard he never found anyone he felt so peaceful with. You are his and he planned to keep it that way. He wouldn't allow you to slip away again.

"I love you my sweetheart, I love you..I love you" he mumbled between the kisses, there wasn't no stopping him after that, the kiss electrified you both, you wanted him to feel cherished, for him to know that he was needed and wanted immensely by you, not for a purpose, but for love. Pure love. You got on top of him and slipped his aching hard cock inside you,then you moved slowly on him, so slow that his eyes teared up from the overwhelming sensation. He was whining and purring with every swirl of your hips. You couldn't even imagine how someone can even think about hurting him like that. His own family. You felt so enraged.

"Oh love please, please I.. I need to cum inside that warmth of yours my darling..ohhh please" he whined again, whispering in that breathy voice of his, so you pulled him up and Increased your pace until he was a writhing shaking mess

"Cum inside me now..loki..now baby"

He didn't need to hear anything else, you said his name, the name he never liked coming from your mouth until now, now you knew him truly and you wanted to show him that he wasn't an abomination or a mistake, he was everything like you said, he was loved and cherished. He was yours as much as you were his.

After another shower you fed him lunch with your own hands, he was quieter than usual but you didn't want to pry on him, talking about his life must have been taxing, and him not speaking to you never really mattered, it did remind you of bluey you met 6 months ago.

"Can I ask you something?" You asked him softly as you both cuddled in the freezer, it felt safe for both of you. So cozy and you both could feel each other in every way.

"Anything" he smiled and you wondered if you should be asking him that, but then you did want him to be able to talk about his old life with you.

"Do you miss Thor?" His smile faltered and eyes teared up again

"I do, he's the only one I truly do miss from Asgard, we were brothers"

You nodded as you held him tightly

"I'm sure he misses you too, especially if he loved you, it must have hurt him too" you peppered soft kisses on his neck to soothe his nerves and he sighed. He can never go back and see Thor again. He wanted to tell you more but he felt this was enough for the day. He didn't want to overwhelm you with everything at once, especially about his heritage and things he envisioned for your future with him. He had made peace with his old life and everything that happened.

He just didn't know it would come back to haunt him again.

And You didn't know that the moment he would tell you about his life on Asgard, the next day his brother Thor would show up on your door wanting to take his brother back with him.

He was adamant, he was willing to do whatever it would take to bring Loki back to Asgard.

💚💙💚💙❤️💙💚💙❤️💙💚💙❤️

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"I Love You"

"She loves you..." ~ Thor

I asked myself, how would Loki react to hearing that someone he had long harbored feelings for loved him in return. It's something he always wanted, but he also is not a fool. He knows he did horrible things in the past, and he is fully aware that Thanos would use that special someone against him in order to keep him in line. The last thing Loki would ever want is for those to be harmed... In short, sometimes the words you want to hear end up being the most painful. Be nice. It's my first time really doing something like this.

"She loves you." "What?" Loki's eyes widened incredulously before narrowing in suspicion. He knew deep down inside that Thor was not lying, but it was much easier to pretend otherwise. There was no possible way that someone as pure as her could actually have feelings for a monster such as himself. "If this is your idea of a joke, then it is a cruel one," he said at last. "What you say--what you suggest is impossi--"

"Indeed it is true, Brother."

Loki fell silent, his chest tightening against his pounding heart. Despite his previous attempts to secure the throne, what Loki wanted more than anything was to be loved. Not for his royal status or prowess with magic, but for who and what he was. More specifically, he wanted her love. Had wanted it ever since he first saw her warm smile and heard her kind voice. There were times when he suspected that she returned his feelings, but he never actually expected it to be true. He had always assumed that it was Thor she loved. After all, it wouldn't have been the first time...

"You must have misinterpreted her words," Loki said quietly, his strained voice barely audible upon the still air. "And if by some chance that you didn't, and it is all indeed true, then she is a fool." It hurt to say this, but even Loki knew that he was undeserving of love--or so he told himself. His gut wrenched at the thought of what her reaction would be if she learned of all the heinious acts he had commited in the past, of the disguist twisting her gentle features. Not to mention, there were all the people he had become involved with that he absolutely should not have been involved with. People who would threaten, torture, and even kill her just to keep him in line. No, she couldn't--shouldn't love him, and the best thing he could do was to keep her at arm's length--

"I know that you do not mean that." Thor's voice cut through Loki's tulmultuous thoughts like distant thunder. The golden-haired god of thunder stepped forward and slung his arm around Loki's shoulders. "And I know you have feelings for her, too."

Loki winced as he sunk under the weight of Thor's arm, his face twisting in a mixture of anguish and fury. Thor meant well, but his words were only driving the figurative dagger deeper into his side. "No, you do not understand, you imbecile!" he snapped. He roughly shoved Thor's arm aside. "I'm dangerous! Being around me is dangerous! I cannot--if something were to happen--" Loki faltered, hating how Thor managed to get through and bring his vulnerable side to the surface. Finally, Loki sighed and waved Thor off. "I have had enough of this concervation," he said, "I am retiring for the evening. I would rethink disturbing me--"

"Loki?" Loki froze at the sound of her voice, not daring to turn around. How... how long had she been standing there?

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mischief-lies-and-stories · 4 months

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The Finale was Good, Actually

[Normally I put my intro here, but I jump right into spoilers with this one, so I won't. Spoilers for Loki, especially 2x06, Agent of Asgard, and The God Who Fell to Earth. I also reference Sandra Cisneros's "Eleven," but it's like the first line, so I don't think it spoils anything.]

I’m thinking about the ending to Loki again, and how even though it got kind of mixed reactions from the fandom, because it ends with Loki and Mobius separated, and even though it seems like disregard things that Loki wants (he doesn’t want to be alone, now he’s alone at the end of time; he never wanted a throne, and now he’s got the loneliest throne of all). Ultimately, at the end of the day, I feel like it was such an excellent and cathartic ending for Loki, because of this story arc we’ve seen him on– including the parts of him that this Loki in particular doesn’t get, but just the MCU Loki in general that we’ve seen go through for the last twelve years. And because it mirrors so well with my favorite comic arc, Loki: Agent of Asgard (ignoring most of what happens after Ewing leaves Loki’s story).

He’s no longer the god of lies, he’s no longer trapped in this box that the narrative keeps shoving him into. He’s no longer this person everyone in his life has always told him that he is and that’s all he’ll ever amount to and all he’ll ever be.

There’s this line that he has in The God Who Fell to Earth (which, admittedly, I don’t care too much for, because it takes his God of Stories arc and just sort of drops it without giving him a chance to make something of that title) that he says at the very end that goes, “A lie is a story, yes. But I remember the first lie I ever told. Which means before I was a liar, I was something else.” And so now, in the MCU, we see that he’s something different, something beyond the God of Lies, something more. We see that he can even be something more. He’s broken out of this box that the narrative has always tried to shove him into, this narrative that He Who Remains has written, that the timeline has written, that everyone who has known him has always forced him into. He’s rewritten his story.

Which is what he does in Agent of Asgard, through ego death, through rebranding himself as God of Stories, through evolution, through transformation. And we see him transform as he walks down the bridge/gangway, up those stairs, through that rift. We see him transform into something different, into something more. And because I love Agent of Asgard, because that is my gospel in terms of Loki’s arc, it’s what I’ve wanted for MCU Loki from the beginning, what I’ve been waiting for him to do, to realize about himself: that before he was the God of Lies, he was something more, and he can be something more again. He can be something different, something beyond what the narrative forces him to be. He can contribute to the narrative, rebrand the narrative, guard the narrative so that others can write their own stories, without being written by Kang, without being erased by Kang, without being rewritten by Kang or a variant of Kang.

And he’s alone. And he’s selling himself a lie, because even when he’s not the God of Lies, he’s still what came before. There is a line from Sandra Cisneros’s short story “Eleven,” that goes, “When you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one.” And all those years are rattling around inside you at all times. And just as all those years that you have ever been are rattling around inside you, all the people that you have ever been leave their mark on you. So that even if you are different, even if you have changed, there is still a piece of who you once were left, like a brand, upon your soul.

So even though he is the God of Stories now, the God of Time, a god for his friends, for everyone, he is also the God of Lies. Because a lie is a story told.

And he is there alone, watching Mobius, at the end of that season. And I think what hurts people so much, is that we know them, and we know what Loki has said explicitly about what he doesn’t want. And we can see from the look on Mobius’s face, that this is clearly what he doesn’t want, either, but it’s kind of just what he has to live with. But what we can also see clear as day, in that final shot of the series, is this look on Loki’s face. It looks like a second away from a smile, and a second away from tears. People have interpreted it differently, and I can see both ways. But what I see, and what I think people are interpreting in a variety of ways themselves, even if it’s not necessarily put into these words, is in this moment (just as Cisneros puts it, even when you are eleven, sometimes you are also three, and so just as you are the god of stories, you are also the god of lies), Loki is telling himself a lie. He’s selling himself a lie, and it is a very good lie, because he is the god of lies and he is used to lying to himself. The lie he tells himself is that this is what he wants, because this is what is right. That every cell in his body is not screaming to be physically in Cincinnati the moment he catches sight of Mobius on the timeline. The lie he is telling is that Mobius is not upset about his being gone; he is just working through finally finding his past, and being given this freedom he’s never had before, and if he is upset or missing Loki, he will get over it. He will get past it, and he will find his place and his purpose just as Loki has, and it will not involve Loki. And that’s okay, and what Loki wanted, and what is meant to happen, and Loki is happy about it.

And it’s a beautiful sentiment, a beautiful sacrifice, and it is reassuring. But it is also a lie. And the lie that he is feeding himself, he might believe. But as he’s telling it to himself, he knows what it is. A lie is a story told. Not a true story, but a story that you imbue with magic in an attempt to make it seem so.

Yes, it is a sad ending, because Loki wants to be with his friends. And his friends– at least Mobius, but I would argue that if asked, Verity/B-15, OB, Casey, and perhaps even Sylvie would agree, too– his friends want to be with Loki. But they can’t be right now, for the good of everything. And that is very sad, that sometimes for the good of oneself, one’s family, one’s community, and, in the case of superhero media, for the good of the universe and time, sometimes friends cannot be together. Lovers cannot be together. Missed opportunities abound. Words are left unsaid. The words that are said have to bear the weight of what there is not time to say.

But the story that Loki is rewriting here ends hopefully. Because Loki has all of this rattling inside of him. He is still the god of lies, but he has also been newly christened the god of stories. But he was also, before this, before his lies became painful, became lies, when they were merely amusements, he was also the god of mischief. And he is a sorcerer, with a talent surpassing those who trained him. Perhaps not surpassing his mother’s, but coming damn close, if it doesn’t. He (supposedly) tricked everyone but Heimdall for four years that he was his father!

Magic, and mischief. And so, with all of these parts of himself, and his stubbornness to pull off or nearly pull off impossible feats time and again (for heaven’s sake, it took an entire newly-formed team of six humans to stop the god of mischief on earth, after he’d been tortured for a year), if he gets it into his mind that he’s tired of sitting around and decides he misses Mobius enough to go find him, he’s going to figure out a way to go find him without bringing destruction upon the multiverse. He will find a way, I’m confident of it. And also Mobius is just as fucking stubborn as he is.

So it ends perhaps not in a way that we wanted it to, but it ends hopefully, and it ends triumphantly. They won. They beat Kang at his own fucking game. He wanted Loki to stop Sylvie from killing him, so he can go back and do whatever the fuck he was doing or, if he really did want Loki to take over for him, so he can go fuck up some other shit, while someone else is still watching the Sacred Timeline. So that essentially he’s still ruling the world, just continuing to outsource it.

But Loki, upon the brilliant suggestion of Sylvie, says fuck that idea. And breaks it. He beats Kang, because Kang is so fucking power-hungry, so fucking dictatorial, so fucking entrenched in his ways, that he doesn’t believe it’s possible for anybody to change, least of all Loki. He’s predictable, Kang made him that way. But Loki broke out of that narrative. Loki saw how the chips were laid, and upon Sylvie’s suggestion (I still want to credit Sylvie for this idea), just breaks the mold.

The ending was sad, for a multitude of reasons. But what I care about, is if they did right by Loki, because so often, they do not do right by Loki. And I am perfectly open to the argument that they did not do right by Loki because of I don’t want to be alone and I don’t want a throne and then he ended up alone and on a throne. I get it. I understand if your argument is that they did not do right by Loki because of that. That makes sense. But I feel like, character developmentally, with what my boi deserves (and do not twist my words, I’m not saying he deserves to be alone or to be king of nothing, I’m not saying that), ultimately at this point in the game, they finally fucking gave him. He deserves to have people (plural) who love and care for him, who are probably going to try to find him. As far as we know, Thor thought he was dead for that year, and so did not go looking for him while he was being tortured by Thanos. That’s nothing against Thor, I’m not saying Thor loves Loki any less than Mobius loves Loki. Like if you think somebody’s dead, you’re not gonna go looking for them. And if they turn up a year later after being tortured that fucking sucks, and I’m sure you’d feel terrible about that, but that’s not your fault.

But Loki’s friends know that he’s giving them a chance. And Mobius (as aforementioned) is just as stubborn as Loki is, and I don’t think Mobius is gonna stand for him being trapped in that tree all by himself. We might not see it, depending on what Marvel has planned, so this might not be canon, but I do think characteristically that it makes sense for Mobius to be like I’m gonna go find this fucker. And at least get some closure, at best be like either Let me stay with you or Let me figure out a way to get you out of here, for at least a little while.

So, I think Loki has people who care about him, who love him, plural. I’m not saying Thor doesn’t care about him or love him, I’m just saying, it’s Frigga and Thor, and Frigga’s dead, so it’s Thor. And that was it. (I’m talking MCU. I’m not erasing Verity (although I am including B-15 in this so she’s here), I’m not erasing Sigyn.) And those people are willing to go find him, even though it seems like technically speaking he’s supposed to stay there. I don’t think Mobius is gonna stand for that. And he’s finally said fuck all of you who’ve tried to put me in a box. I’m more than what you insist I am. I’m better than what you insist I am. And he has more compassion for himself. He has more compassion for certain other people, not everybody, but certain other people. I think he has more compassion for his brother, which he was starting to have in the main timeline post-Ragnarok, but not at this moment when he was in the main timeline. At this point in the story, I think part of him was very resentful of Thor for not coming to find him, but being unable to articulate that without admitting that he had been tortured, and also not really able to articulate in general that he had been tortured. And dealing with the aftermath of being tortured. He’s going through it in the main timeline during this time. But I think he’s getting some compassion for Thor now, through getting a different perspective than he had last time.

He’s seen a grander scale of his own potential, both in the form of Sylvie and then in the form of himself, and what he’s capable of himself. Not what a variant is capable of, from going through a different life than him. What he can do.

And he’s got a new title, what fits best for him in this moment. And they better use it, better than they did in the comics. I feel like they put this in, this new moniker, as if it’s gonna be the end of his arc, but it’s comics, it’s not the end of his arc. And then they’re not sure what to do with it? So that by the time The God Who Fell to Earth comes around, they decide to scrap it altogether without doing anything with it. (And then they give him another new title? As if they expect that one to go any better?) And yeah, God of Stories is a very open concept, but that should give way to so much creativity. And it doesn’t? For some reason? So I hope they do a little bit more with it in the MCU. Historically they’ve kind of really disliked Loki in the MCU– and the comics too, but mostly in the MCU– (I actually have a (conspiracy, sort of) theory on this that I need to do a bit more research on before I’m comfortable disclosing it, as it’s rather crackpot sounding) so I’m hoping they’ll do something with it. I’m hoping we’ll see him again. Outside of the tree, where he can do some things. And also he’s got new powers now! And he got those in like the eleventh hour of the last two episodes. So I’m like, does he have more powers that we didn't get to see? Maybe powers he doesn’t know about yet? That would be pretty cool. Does he have that orb, like he does in AoA? What can he do with that? Is that how we beat the Kang Dynasty or Secret Wars? Maybe.

In conclusion: I liked the ending, (somewhat) unpopular opinion. I felt like it gave Loki his due. I feel vindicated by the ending. I hope that’s not the end of him for the MCU entirely. But other unpopular opinion? I hope we don’t get a season 3. (I think it’s been pretty much confirmed that we aren’t at this point, but sometimes they change their minds. I mean, I heard whisperings that Supernatural is coming back and it’s been three years since that was supposed to have ended. I’m so tired.) That was such a good series finale, I hope we don’t get anything after that for this show. He can be in other movies; hell, he can have his own standalone movie, I’d love that. But I feel like this show is over. I don’t want them to bring it back, because it would just sour this beautiful, perfect ending.

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