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lokisprettygirl · 5 months
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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)
Read chapter 36 here/ Series Masterlist
Chapter 37
Summary : Loki reminds you of the time you were made to forget.
Warning: 18+, Smut HUGE Canon divergence (Just me making shit up), timey wimey stuff topics dealing with cheating and falling out of love, infertility, discussion of pregnancy
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Since you met Loki things have been strange to say the least, turns out Stephen hadn't invited him to his birthday party for no reason, there was a threat looming over everything in the name of a mad Titan named Thanos but they fixed it, Avengers did, and Loki was one of them now. His popularity had increased since then, he was a hero, he was the one who knew all about Thanos and helped Avengers come up with a plan, he finally had his chance at redemption and you had a feeling he'd forget all about you slowly once he realizes what earth had to offer to him but he didn't.
After the war with Thanos had ended, he was there at your door bruised and hurt, his eyes were teary, for a moment you thought he'd kiss you but he didn't. You had no idea how hard it was for him to resist.
After tending to his wounds-even though he didn't need it, you grabbed a towel and passed it to him and you had no idea why his eyes welled up when you ruffled his hair and asked him to wash his hair. Maybe he didn't like it when you told him that he looked like a pine tree.
The more time you spent with him the more he felt like a dream come true, he was soft and precious but he was also protective and fierce everytime he was in public with you, he wasn't afraid to be seen with you, he treated you as if you belonged to him in every possible way and you didn't know how to feel about that.
He was famous now and you didn't understand why he'd choose you of all people but the way he looked at you at times made you feel as if you were loved so deeply by him but why would he love you that way? It has merely been two months since he knew you.
There was a celebration at the Avengers tower and he wanted to take you with him, you weren't his girlfriend, not yet, so you felt really nervous about it, however you didn't deny the offer, you just wanted to be around him as much as you could, you wanted to cross all the lines of decency and devour him but something held you back, maybe it was fear, you feared that he'd lose his interest in you once he had you in that way.
You had been in the same situation a plenty of times before and you didn't want to ruin this friendship you had built with him so you stayed quiet and kept your feelings to yourself.
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Loki knew he had to tell you the truth sooner or later but he wanted to wait for the right moment, he wanted to gain your trust, your forgotten memories would feel too much at once and he didn't want to scare you away from him or make you feel as if he'd harm you or manipulate you in any ways.
That night at the tower as you accompanied him to the celebration he took you to his room, the room you both had been in countless times in other realities but you didn't remember, that's when he showed you his real self, his jotun form.
He just wanted to see how you'd react when you weren't really in love with him in the way you were before but the moment you hugged his giant blue body so tightly and showed no sign of discomfort, whatever miniscule amount of insecurity he had vanished as well.
You were made for him, just for him and he'd never let you go again.
"Happy birthday darling" you smiled as you heard his voice on the phone, so deep and raspy, his voice was one of the many countless reasons you were awake at night these days with your fingers playing with yourself.
"Thank you mister..you said you'd come see me but I don't see you here" you mumbled softly, you were in the kitchen making a cup of tea for yourself, you weren't really enthusiastic about turning 37 but having a new friend in life, a friend that actually cared about you was nice, you had no idea how you'd get over him if someday he'd leave you as well.
"You'd see me if you come to the door" as soon as he said that you leaped towards the door and there he was, in a fancy suit while you looked your usual homeless self. That was another thing you didn't quite understand, he never made you feel as if you had to pretend to be something you were not in front of him.
"What's the occasion?" You asked him as you looked at his fancy self so he smiled and walked closer to you to kiss your forehead.
"It's your birthday and I want to take you somewhere"
"I have to get ready?" you groaned so he cupped your cheeks and kissed the top of your head this time, his soft little kisses always made you yearn for more.
"You can come with me just the way you are love, you look beautiful" he mumbled in your ears as he kissed your cheek, you felt your skin tingling, one of these days you were going to cross all those boundaries you had confined yourself in.
"I'm not going out like this lo" he chuckled as you said that, you asked him to sit down on the couch as you went to the bedroom to change.
He liked this new place you had now but he didn't like it as much as he liked your old tiny apartment. He missed that place and if he was going to tell you the truth, it would be right there. That's where he had ended up the first time, that's when he had seen the prettiest girl in all of existence.
The place that had changed the course of his life should also be the one to change yours.
Once you got ready he teleported you both to your old place, just outside the door.
"Are we here to see Mrs Geller?" You chuckled as you asked him so he shook his head and took out a key to open the apartment you used to live in for what felt like ages ago.
"Why do you have the key?" There was a look of confusion on your face so he smiled to assure you, he hoped he wasn't coming across as a deranged killer.
"I own it now"
"You do?"
"Yes sweetheart"
As you entered the apartment you couldn't believe your eyes, you had left this place when you got married to Stephen, other tenants arrived and left in the meantime so you were surprised to see it look the same way you used to keep it, the furniture and by furniture you meant that ugly little sofa was still there, it even had the tiny little bed you had bought for yourself which surprised you because you had a feeling the other tenant had replaced it..
"I used to live here"
You turned around to look at him so he smiled,
"I know..do you trust me?" he asked you as he approached you so you nodded almost immediately. You trusted him with all your heart.
"What's going on lo?" You asked him softly, you did feel a bit apprehensive of the situation but it wasn't because of him, deep down in your heart you knew he'd never hurt you.
He hesitated before speaking, trying to find the right words to convey what he needed to say. "I need to tell you something important," he finally began. "It may be a lot to take in, and I know it's not easy, but it's something that happened to us, to me and you"
He looked at you with a mix of nervousness and excitement , not wanting to overwhelm you
"What do you mean? I don't understand" He cupped your cheeks and placed his forehead down on yours, his thumbs grazed over your cheekbones gently,
"Have you ever felt as if you were missing something, a part of your life that you couldn't remember?" He asked you softly and he could see the conflicting look in your eye,
"I did..all my life but more since I got older..i ..what's going on lo?" You asked him, suddenly feeling extremely anxious about what was to come..
"This is going to feel a lot at once my darling, but I need you to put your faith in me" Before you could say something else his fingers grazed over your temples and you finally recalled everything you had forgotten. Was it really forgotten or you never ever lived it at all? You couldn't figure it out just yet, he wasn't wrong it did feel overwhelming.
You saw it all, you went back to 2012 and you were here in the kitchen threatening him with a knife and then you remembered everything that had happened between you two after that. The friendship that bloomed, falling in love with each other..visit from Stephen and other Loki, reversing the timeline and then losing him again and then again, you suddenly had all those memories including the life you had lived in the past few years.
Your head was threatening to explode so you took a step away from him, he could tell that you felt scared of the situation and were trying to rationalize it, that's why he had to remember you because this would have been so much more difficult if he didn't.
"Princess"
You broke down into a fit of cry as he addressed you like that, the memories hit you like a wave in that moment and you weren't sure if you wanted to hold on or get swept away in it. It was like being pulled in two directions at once - you wanted to hold on to the memories and not forget, but at the same time, the pain and heartbreak that came with those memories was almost too much to bear. You weren't sure if you wanted to cling to the past or let it go, but either way, you knew that this moment would change everything.
"What is going on" you gulped as you questioned him, voice choked on your own tears, that was all you could manage to say to him.
Seven years you had been separated from him, for seven years you had to suffer just so the world could go on and be the way it was destined to be.
"I know it's a lot to take in sweetheart"
"You bet it is..i ..I don't...Oh god" you felt dizzy and he was immediately by your side to grab a hold of you, he'd never let you fall again "How did i…how could I forget you like that? Lokiii ..how couldn't i remember you..whyy didn't i remember you?" you whimpered as you looked up at him.
If you loved him so deeply then how did you forget?
"Because that's how it was supposed to be my love.. none of this was your fault" he placed his forehead down on yours and allowed you to cry because he knew after this he'd never ever make you cry like this again.
When you didn't remember him you felt so hollow and it all made sense now but now that you did remember him you couldn't fathom how you had gone seven years without him. It felt impossible.
"Please tell me we are going to be okay now, please I can't..I can't do this again baby" the pet name rolled off your lips so naturally that it didn't even make you flinch, all of a sudden you felt as if the life you had been living in the past seven years was an alternate reality that has never happened to you,
"I'm never ever leaving you again..I gave you my word didn't i? I'd tear apart the multiverse if it means I'd get to have you by my side"
He assured you and as he felt your arms around him everything was back to how it was supposed to be. He picked you up in his arms and walked towards the bed to lay you down on it, your face looked swollen from all the crying and he found it so adorable, as he took his jacket off you thought he was going to make love to you but as soon as he laid down next to you and snuggled himself against you, you knew he just needed to hold you in his arms. And you needed it desperately too.
That's how you both stayed there for what felt like hours even though it's barely been minutes..
"Lo?"
"Mmm"
"Who made you remember? Did she come?" You asked him so he looked at you and his eyes were filled with tears,
"She didn't have to make me remember" he propped himself on his elbows as he rubbed his face with his hand,
"What do you mean?"
"My memories weren't erased, i wanted to remember" you sat up on the bed as he said that, he had a feeling this would make you upset.
"Why? Why did you remember?" You asked him, you were shocked to say the least,
"So I could make you remember me when the right time would come..i didn't want to live without your memories.. didn't want to take a risk . I wanted to make sure I'd end up here with you" your eyes teared up so you crawled towards him and hugged him tightly,
"You remembered? How did you..god lo" you couldn't understand how he went seven years this way, waiting for the right moment to come back to you, you don't think you'd have been so strong and able to do the same and maybe that's why you had to forget him.
As you pulled away you kissed him as lovingly as you could and he pressed his head between the crook of your neck to suck on the soft exposed skin, your eyes fixated at the kitchen area and it felt surreal.
Time had come full circle.
Being here with him in the apartment where you had seen him the first time felt unreal, it felt like a dream but it was your reality, a beautiful reality that you'd get to live now.
"Do you want to do this?" He asked softly, always needing your consent even though his fingers were already fiddling with the zipper of your dress, instead of answering him with words you took his shirt off and that was all he needed.
He laid you down on the bed and he didn't even need to do much, you were already dripping wet for him so he waved his fingers and there was a condom in his hand,
"It's old..I sure hope it won't rip sweetheart"
You chuckled as he said that before your eyes teared up as you remembered something.
"It's ok..I can't..ummm I'm not really fertile" you gulped as you told him that but instead of a frown or worry there was a smile on his face,
"You are perfectly fertile my love"
"No you don't understand – with Stephen ..we tried ..i–" he placed his finger on your lips as you began to stutter.
"Shhhhh don't remind me of the fact that he got to touch you like that"
"I'm sorry..I'm sorry..did you ummm..did you sleep with other people?"
"Nooooo.."
"You haven't had sex in seven years?" Your eyes widened in surprise as you questioned him, sure he remembered you but he was a man, with needs, how did he not give into the temptations?
"You really think I'd betray you like that princess?"
"Lokiii..i wouldn't..god i love you" you wrapped your arms around his neck as you pulled him closer to you to kiss him, a gasp escaped your lips as he slipped his cock inside you at the same time, building up a slow rhythm he kept his eyes on you, reeling in every second of this glorious moment..
"Haven't you noticed something?" He asked you so you looked at him intently,
"What?'
"You haven't aged a day since you turned thirty?"
"I have..I'm older now lo" you giggled and norns he had missed all of this so badly he still felt as if he was in a dream.
"You feel that way but you don't look so" your eyes flickered in confusion as he said that, "That last day..the last time we fucked against your wardrobe, I did something to you.. without your permission and I'd apologise but I'm not even apologetic about it"
"What do you mean?" You smiled as you questioned, nothing he said would faze you anymore he had figured but he needed to come clean.
"I didn't use contraception that night, you remember?"
"Mmm" you mumbled as you tucked his hair behind his ears,
"I took you as my mate, not just as a god but as a Jotunn. We are a different species altogether, destined to have one partner for life, one to wed and mate with until death do us part. I planted my seed within you, it's waiting to be flourished whenever you'd become ready to be the mum, and from that moment on, you became my chosen one, unable to have another man's children"
Your mouth stayed open as you processed the information, that's why you weren't able to get pregnant even though your body was completely healthy "I'm sorry I made that decision for you, you can choose to leave yourself out whenever you desire princess, I'd never ever force you to be with me"
"Shutup ..lo" you flipped him underneath you as he said that, your hips rolled back and forth as you began to ride him slowly. Was this supposed to make you upset? You didn't know, Maybe you'd have felt so if it was some other man but you knew loki would never ever do anything to hurt you "You could have just told me lo"
"You wouldn't have remembered"
"I know..did you do it to stop me from aging? Holy shit am I immortal now?"
"Not immortal..you'd just age the same way I do"
"Thousands of years…together?" Your eyes teared up as you looked at him so he cupped your cheeks and as his thumb grazed over your lips you sucked on his digit and an indecent moan escaped his throat,
"Forever my love, you'd be mine forever..that's not why I did it though" you looked at him confused as he said that, "It was atrocious enough that I had to watch you belong to another man for those years, there's no way I'd have allowed him to breed you in such a way"
You smiled as he said that, he was so possessive and you loved that. As you made love to him all night, you still felt as if you were in a fever dream where everything was going your way and you were living the life you had always desired but for once life was on your side. For once time was your friend.
It all made sense now, you were destined to be his forever, that's why you had felt so lonely all your life, feeling as if you were missing a part of your existence, now you knew he always had it with him.
"I dated Mark Johnson" your eyes widened as you remembered that, before you married Strange you dated this other doctor for a while, he was nice but he wasn't the love of your life, none of them were.
Everything made sense now, you gave Loki the fake name in the first timeline because you were supposed to date a man with the same name in the future, the future Loki you met in the first reality one was this same Loki that was underneath you at the moment who went to the alternate reality to warn him of his own future.
"Marry me darling..I can't take it no more..I need to tell the world you belong to me" he asked you as he pulled out a ring out of nowhere, you remembered the ring, it was the same one he had given you before, but this time you knew he belonged to you the way you belonged to him, he had waited and he was only yours for seven years.
All the fears, the trauma, the insecurities you had vanished in that moment. You knew you'd marry him for the reasons this time.
You remembered what Loki had told you, your loki, this loki, he knew.
"So will we really get married in the future?"
"In six months of meeting each other"
It all made sense now.
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Note: Just one more chapter left/ more like an epilogue.
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A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! ♥ Requests from @incurablyromanticsblog​ and six (!) anons. I had so many super short requests that wouldn’t have made a whole story on their own, so now… here we have a spicy-President!Loki-Bonnie-and-Clyde-like-but-somehow-also-fluffy-Valentine’s-story! Enjoy, everyone!
Words: 4768 Warnings: succubus!Reader, smut, fluff, violence, poison, imprisonment, blood, starvation
Moaning in a satisfied manner, you rolled over, letting the warm morning sunlight warm your naked skin. The sheets shifted a little during your movement, revealing your bare back to the barely awake God of Mischief resting next to you on the enormous king-size bed his magic had conjured up.
You shivered when his long digits ghosted over your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Good morning, pet,” he purred, his mischievous smirk speeding up your heartbeat in an instant.
“Morning…”
“Are you hungry?” His left eyebrow rose a little, daring you to an answer. You smiled, your eyes falling back shut.
“I’m good, actually. Not many men keep me up all night, you see.”
Loki chuckled. “There are no men like me, I can assure you.”
You had been fucking like wild animals for the past few weeks now. The sexual tension had been growing ever since you two met and when the God of Mischief found out you were a succubus… he offered you to feed on him in exchange for pleasure. He was different from the other men—the men back home who didn’t treat you like more than a body to have sex with because you needed it to survive anyway—no. Loki saw you. He saw your desires, saw your will and your persistence to survive after you had confessed your life story to him.
That you had fled your home to not be married off into a harem. To not serve incubi and their mortals men-slaves as warm a warm body to keep their cocks warm. Loki must have been sent to you by fate. When he told you about the Tesseract—an ancient artefact powerful enough to send you to different dimensions—you were intrigued and he had proposed a deal.
Help him, become his ally, and in return, he would ensure the blue cube would send you wherever you wished. You scoffed into the soft pillow. When you’re on the run, it was easier to flee to another dimension altogether. They wouldn’t search for you or find you there.
There wasn’t much you knew about Loki aside from the fact he was an Asgardian God and a Frost Giant by birth. You had learned quickly enough his adoptive father had neglected him and that his brother, Thor, was irritable enough for him to curse his very existence even though part of him loved the God of Thunder.
Having sex with him started out as a means to an end—to help with the constant sexual itch lingering between you two, a distraction as you raided Midgard for the Tesseract like a modern Bonnie and Clyde, leaving nothing but chaos and havoc behind. But then, one innocent morning, when he had still been asleep peacefully and you’d watched his relaxed features, stroking his gorgeous cheekbones… you realised you had fallen for him. Loki was an outsider much like you. He was mischievous, intelligent and oh, he could be so deliciously evil if things didn’t go his way.
Just now, you had lied to him. You were hungry again already. But if you fed on him now, a quick fuck would likely turn into Loki chaining you to the bed and having his way with you until you could all but whimper his name, over and over again. It wouldn’t be the first time.
You had work to do. The Tesseract had last been located in a government facility here in New York—a place Loki was only too keen on keeping away from even though he had no intention of letting you know why.
“I will get dressed and head down to the facility, lurk about and spy a little. I’m sure I’ll find a security hole within an hour.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now. We need the cube sooner rather than later.”
Loki frowned, propping himself up on his elbows when you stood. Stark naked, you tiptoed through the room in search of your clothes that were scattered all over the floor thanks to your uncontrolled passion last night.
You resisted the urge to jump back into bed and lick every single inch of his godly body. His naked upper body looked gorgeous in the sunlight shining through the open windows. You hadn’t bothered closing the curtains yesterday.
“You have barely slept, pet. It will take time to retrieve the Tesseract. You don’t know the Avengers like I do. They will do everything in their power to keep the cube out of harm’s way.”
“Why? What do they want with it?”
“Nothing, except for an undying power source for electricity and weapons. They have no interest in travelling through dimensions, even though I would argue SHIELD does indeed.”
“The Avengers… SHIELD… you speak in riddles, Loki.”
The God of Mischief smirked. “That shall be a story for another time.”
“You say that a lot, you know.”
Humming, he stood, revealing a delicious view of his behind before eventually turning around to face you again. You licked your lips, your eyes automatically travelling down to his length which had been inside of you only a few hours before.
“You need rest, pet. You will be of no help to me if you drop unconscious out of exhaustion sooner or later.”
“I’m fine, Loki. I’m not human either, remember?”
The God of Mischief lifted his chin, his hands coming up to cup your face, thumbs stroking over your cheekbones. Your eyes fluttered shut. You did love his gentle touches. In fact, now that you thought about it, Loki’s hands were on you constantly. It wasn’t just the body parts men usually found sexually attractive, though you had little grounds to complain about his palms exploring your breasts, buttocks and pussy whenever he got the chance. Sometimes, Loki’s knuckles brushed over your forearm, other times, he would rest his face on your bare stomach after a long day of causing just enough mischief for the guards and SHIELD agents to remain distracted and stressed. It was almost like… like he was touch-starved.
You had seen this god murder men who stood in his way, had seen him drive another insane with wit and manipulation but with you… with you he was as soft as the light touch of a feather sailing to the ground.
Standing on your toes, you brought your palms against his well-defined chest and kissed him hungrily. Your senses awakened as soon as you initiated the act of intimacy, your body more than ready to feed on the sexual energy seething inside of him.
No time, not now. You could still fuck him senseless tonight when you were both back in this mediocre hotel room Loki’s seidr had turned into a small palace. Perhaps, however, there was just enough time for you to suck him off in the shower, to sate your hunger just a little?
“I’m going to get washed,” you announced, reluctantly releasing his lips. “Care to join me?”
Loki’s grin was louder than any verbal yes could have possibly been.
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If he truly loved you back, Loki was guarding the secret like the SHIELD agents were guarding the Tesseract. You decided to make your move the same night before you’d pass on from impatience. Perhaps it was ridiculous to hope that once the Infinity Stone was in your possession, Loki would take you with him wherever he went. Perhaps it was selfish, too and yet, the closer you stepped to the cube, the more you began to despise the very idea of parting ways with the cheeky God of Mischief.
The horrifying thought, ending up alone yet again and losing the man you had fallen in love with, kept you distracted. You had to rely on Loki once he opened a green, shimmering portal to the inside of the facility.
“Let’s have some fun, shall we?” he whispered into the utter darkness, allowing you to cling to his leather armour as you sneaked through the dark and empty hallways. The guards were positioned around the securely locked room containing a “confidential” object. You could feel it in your very bones. It must have been the Tesseract.
Loki nodded at you once you were close enough. You could barely make out his features but it was enough for a mute understanding. Kill everyone on sight because they will not hesitate to take your life either.
You had murdered many times in your life. It was necessity and raw survival instinct that had made you who you were—what were a few more deaths, now that your freedom was so close you could practically feel it?
Your senses were tingling, your breath shaky. It was then you heard it. Footsteps. Footsteps that did not belong to Loki or you. Bracing yourself for the fight, you clenched your fists, claws replacing your manicured fingernails. There were perks to being a succubus, after all—ripping your foes to shreds was one of them.
“Brother?”
The warm and deep voice, however, let you pause. Tilting your head, you glanced over to Loki whose lips had parted ever so slightly. He took a deep breath, lifting his chin proudly. One heartbeat passed, then another… and then someone turned on the lights.
You squinted in order for your eyes to get used to the sudden change of brightness. You spotted five people blocking your path, one of them you recognised as Loki’s brother himself, if only because he was carrying his beloved hammer. The others, you did not know but you were fairly certain it was the infamous Avengers Loki had warned you about.
“Thor… what an unpleasant surprise,” the God of Mischief mused. You remained silent. They were a bunch of awkward creatures indeed. One of them was dressed in black, wearing sunglasses even though it was night. Strapped to his back was a quiver filled with arrows you doubted only pierced through people’s skin. Another one was wrapped in a red and gold metal suit, with only his face showing through an open hatch. The redhead woman was pointing one of her guns at Loki and the average guy wearing glasses had put his hands in his pockets. The last one was wearing the most ridiculous superhero suit you had ever seen. You raised your eyebrows at them.
“Listen to reason, Loki. You don’t have to do this.”
“Do I not?” He chuckled. “I am not the Loki you fought here in this monstrosity of a city, Thor.”
“Why, because you got a new haircut, dipshit?” The man in the iron suit bellowed.
You, on the other hand, frowned. “Loki, what are you talking about?”
“So it is true then. We were warned about you. I should have listened,” Thor roared all the while the other’s gazes travelled over to you for a moment. “How did you escape the Void?”
“The Void? What’s the Void?” Loki ignored you completely, fomenting your anger.
“How did you know we were here?” he asked instead, possibly stalling. You were unsure what his plan was—but if the Avengers were as smart as he made them out to be, brute force would likely not suffice to beat them, not tonight.
“We had help—a lovely organisation calling itself the TVA. You might have heard of them, Loki. Rumour has it you’ve been causing them quite some trouble,” the man with the ridiculous blue eye mask and stripes and stars on his armour said.
Loki rolled his eyes. “The TVA was no more than a detour on my journey to glorious purpose. I write my own destiny and for that—I will need the Tesseract.”
“Over our dead bodies.”
“With pleasure.”
The redhead kept her gun pointed at Loki. Her expression did not let on a single emotion. “Agent Romanoff,” Loki chided, directing his attention towards her. “You know those bullets will not so much as scratch my skin.”
“I know. That’s why they’re drenched in poison. You might be a god… but she isn’t.” Her threat came too fast for you to react, for in the next moment, Romanoff had already pulled the trigger. The bullet hit you in the shoulder, knocking you back and against one of the metal pillars. You barely registered the pain of your back colliding with it, too great was the stinging and burning sensation of the foreign object in your flesh.
Loki attacked, daggers materialising in his hands. Any moment now, he would slaughter them where they stood—not for you, you weren’t naïve enough to think that—but in order to end this nonsense once and for all, to bring the Tesseract into your possession at last and then get the hell out of here. You’d survive. It wasn’t the first time you had been shot, although… although it was the first time the bullet had been poisoned. You were warm. No, you were hot. You were sweating. Dizzy, you sank to the floor, shaking like dry autumn leaves in the wind. What… what kind of poison was that? How could it have such an effect on you, an immortal being?
“L-Loki… s-something’s wrong,” you choked out. Hoping he’d hear you, you covered your wound with your right hand, your dark-red blood—almost black—staining your palm. Your sight was too blurry to make out the details of the fight, couldn’t make out if Loki had the upper hand. What you did register was him flipping around, concerned… for you. The blow your involuntary distraction earned him sounded painful, lest it was Mjölnir knocking the God of Mischief to the ground. Still—his stunning blue eyes never left yours and they widened when he realised… when he realised… you gasped for air. You might actually die tonight if you didn’t feed soon to heal yourself. Whatever poison this was… the Avengers had been prepared for him, for you both. And they’d had help—possibly from this secret TVA organisation Loki seemed to know only all too well.
“Alright, stop! Stop!” he shouted. Panic was sizzling in his voice, an emotion you had never seen him display in all of your time together. In your delirious state, hope crawled up your guts. Hope that perhaps the God of Mischief did in fact reciprocate your romantic feelings for him. “I yield! I yield! Let me take her away, she needs to feed.”
Loki’s defeat was the last thing your ears were able to process before you succumbed to darkness and fell unconscious.
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“Thor, listen to me! If you lock her up on her own and don’t provide her with sustenance, she will die.” Loki hurried to keep up with the God of Thunder. The handcuffs they had used on him had been forged on Asgard, blocking his magic and enough of his strength to keep him in check—for now.
“She is a succubus, Loki. Mother warned us about them when we were young. They lure you into their trap and before you know it, they suck the life out of you. It’s good riddance.”
“Brother, please. Let me into her cell then. Let me be with her.” Thor halted so suddenly that the God of Mischief almost bumped into him. It was obvious he was unfamiliar with such strong emotions from him but so was he. Loki had realised the very moment that bullet had hit you that he loved you, truly.
The sheer thought of losing you to death was unbearable, suffocating. For once in his life, he had an equal. Someone who understood his ways, someone who sided with him, someone who had chosen him over Thor. He dreaded what would happen once you would ask the inevitable question and find out who he truly was. But none of that mattered as long as you stayed alive.
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When you came to, your surroundings had changed. Thick metal walls trapped you inside a cold and sterile room with a metal floor. Somebody had laid you down on a hospital-like bed but there was no blanket, no pillow.
Coughing, you attempted to sit up only to be greeted by a singeing pain tearing through your shoulder. The bullet. The poison. Loki. Loki!
Your eyes darted around the room but you were alone. Where was he? Was he alive? You would skin them alive if they had hurt him…
Terror rippled through you when the cell door was unlocked with a start—the amount of relief you felt when the man in question stepped into your view even overpowering the pain you were in for a moment. As soon as he had slipped inside, the door was pulled shut again—with the sound of the locking mechanism echoing through the small room yet again. Loki did not seem to care. He rushed towards you in an instant, worry evident on his handsome face.
“They will not let me stay with you for long.”
“You’re okay… I thought they… you’re okay…” you mumbled. Loki nodded. “What… What is wrong with you?” You failed to sound reproachful or threatening even though part of you knew the answer to your next question. “Why did you surrender?”
“You would have died had I carried on. I have seen death too many times than I can count, pet. I know what it looks like when it reaches for you. You need to feed. Now.” Loki would not allow any contradiction when he lifted you off the mattress as if you weighed nothing and sat you down on his lap. Green shimmering light surrounded his whole body for the fraction of a second, dancing on his naked skin as his armour melted off of his body, leaving nothing but the shoulder piece with his green cape, the arm pieces and his boots behind.
Arousal surged through you like liquid fire at the sight of him despite the growing weakness of your body.
“I will remove the bullet now. Take a deep breath and close your eyes.”
You nodded, resting your forehead against his shoulder.
“One… two…” He did not wait until three before his magic ate through your flesh to pull out the foreign piece of metal in your body. Screaming, you bit down on the remaining bits of his armour, squeezing your eyes shut so tightly you saw stars blinking before your vision.
Whatever spell Loki used on you though eased the pain only the twinkling of an eye later. You sighed when it subsided, making way for the growing hunger in your core. Loki acted on your behalf. His magic took care of your leather trousers and underwear, leaving you naked from the waist down and leaving behind a faint tingling.
He had you ignited within a single heartbeat, heat pooling between your legs, your cunt getting ready to welcome a cock inside for you to feed. With a quiet moan, you ground against him when a tingly sensation spread all over your pussy, an aching reminder that you wanted him, needed him, now.
But you were too weak to even buck your hips up to let him impale you. Was he hard already? Was he… Releasing his shoulder plate at last, you swallowed to chase away the taste of leather and instead, buried your face in his neck. He was. Whether it was the fact you were a succubus and lured men into your bed for your own survival or the effect that you had on Loki, you did not know and now was not the time to ponder over it.
Your breathing hitched when he lifted you once more, this time carefully guiding you onto his awaiting length. Inch by inch, Loki slid inside of you, your wet walls gripping him eagerly. He kept you just high enough to thrust up into you slowly and intimately but changed positions when he realised that you couldn’t take the initiative.
“Am… too weak…” you uttered, your eyes threatening to fall shut yet again. With his cock still sheathed inside of you, he laid you back down on your back, positioning himself between your legs. His blue eyes never left your face when he started fucking you, his strokes more controlled and firmer this time.
It took you longer than usual to feel his energy flow into you like a gushing river, sizzling through your veins and pumping strength back into your body in tune with Loki pumping into your willing cunt. Normally, when you were fucking, your hunt for pleasure and completion had him rutting into you like a beast. Hair was pulled, flesh was bitten, skin was spanked. But this, right now… this was love-making. You did not have enough energy left to prepare your body for an orgasm this time and yet, it felt more intimate and more pleasurable than anything you had ever experienced with the God of Mischief.
“L-Loki…” you whispered, his name leaving your lips like a prayer. “Fill me… please… I need you… t-to cum… in me.”
The way he hovered above you like you were his most prized possession filled you with both pride and satisfaction and as Loki neared his climax, his arousal nearly overwhelmed you. Wave after wave of delicious energy filled you from head to toe, healing your wound and fighting the poison in your blood until you felt your strength returning to you.
You never realised you were moaning when Loki came with a grunt, burying himself as deep inside of you as he physically could. You could feel his member throbbing against you, his hot seed coating your walls.
Loki drew out his orgasm for as long as he could but instead of collapsing on top of you once you had fed, he wrapped his arms around your middle and rolled you both over so you came to rest on top of his naked and sweaty chest.
“Thank you…” You weren’t sure whether you muttered the words out loud. Only there was no time to rest yet, not even after escaping death. “Loki… who are the Avengers, really? Why are they your enemies and why did Thor ask you how you escaped a void? What was he talking about? You are keeping something from me and I don’t like it.”
The God of Mischief sighed—the sound was directly at your ear all the while you drew invisible circles on his exposed skin. He was still inside of you, filling you up, making you feel whole.
“You’re on the run too, aren’t you?” you muttered, inching up a little and leaning your forehead against his in the aftermath. “You’re wanted for murder, you… what did you do? Why did you never tell me?”
“Tell you what exactly? That I attempted to subjugate this very planet? That I manipulated thousands of humans to make me their president, their voice of prudence and wisdom? Or that I failed and was hunted down by brainwashed Variants with prune sticks?”
“I’m not sure what you thought was going to happen if I found out. If you assumed I would be disappointed you were no good and if you thought I’d leave if I knew or if… or if you thought I’d be disappointed you failed. Which one is it?”
Loki took a deep breath. “I don’t know,” he admitted. A pause, heavy and suffocating. “The TVA—the Time Variance Authority—controls the multiverse. There used to be only one single timeline. The sacred timeline, they called it. Until there was not. One of my Variants killed the keeper of time to take revenge for her stolen life. Chaos was raging when the TVA found out about the dozens of timelines they could no longer control and annihilate. I’m assuming… they turned against each other, for when they ended up in the Void—it is a place without time, a place where every unwanted reality and their parts go once the TVA prunes them—my people turned against them and stole the one thing that could get us out of there.”
“They pruned you before,” you concluded. Another sigh.
“According to the TVA, a reality where a Loki rules Midgard must not exist. And the Void… the Void is a battle for your life with no way out.”
“I don’t care, Loki. What you did, what you were about to do, even what you’re doing now. I’m not exactly a saint either like the humans would say. I feed on men. I’ve killed to guarantee my own survival and…” you paused, hoping you would not go too far with what you intended to say next, “…and I would not hesitate for a second to be your queen if you did end up ruling Midgard as its king.”
“I must say I am relieved to hear that,” Loki responded with an audible smirk in his voice. “You are mine, pet. I will not allow you to leave my side. Do you trust me?”
You nodded, feeling his seidr tickling over your skin once more to put both your and his clothes back onto your bodies. You whined at the loss of him inside of you, even more so when he turned over yet again to stand.
“Wait here for my sign.”
“What, what sign?”
“You’ll see.” He disappeared with a wink, your lips parting. One heartbeat, two heartbeats, three. You started pacing around the cell, not realising until a blue portal opened up right behind you that… Loki had it. He had the Tesseract. How…? Wait here for my sign.
You took a deep breath—and then jumped into the portal.
Loki caught you with ease. His smirk was so triumphant you couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear, wrapping your arms around him in relief. It instantly got colder here.
“How? How did you do it?”
“Thor. He might be strong but he can be quite dull. Removing my handcuffs was his first mistake. Remaining so persistent on not letting me roam free around the facility was his second. I realised soon enough the Tesseract was not where we had presumed it to be—there was something Thor did not want me to find out. And while I took care of my dying bride, one of my duplicates distracted my brother—another stole the Tesseract for me.”
Surely, it must have been more complicated than that and yet… all your mind could replay on repeat was bride.
“Bride?” you stressed. Loki’s smirk grew even wider but he did not elaborate.
“So where… where are we?”
“Jötunheim, for now. We’re near a friend of mine. She will give us shelter until we have planned our next steps.”
“Oh, will she now?” A woman stepped out of the shadows—she was beautiful, a sorceress without a doubt. Dressed in a long black dress complimenting her raven hair, she crossed her arms before her chest.
“Angrboda… it is good to see you.”
“You too, Trickster. Is there a particular reason for why you bring a succubus to my doorstep?”
Well, you could not blame her for her suspicion. If she took you in and away from the Jötun cold, you would be grateful. Loki introduced you to her quickly, your name rolling off his tongue so deliciously you felt to urge to pounce on him again already. Angrboda shook her head when he proceeded to summarise your situation and eventually nodded in defeat.
“Alright, then. Come inside. I have cherry ale that will warm you up.”
Angrboda’s space was nothing but an open cave, presumably warded through spells and other supernatural means of protection and you assumed that she shielded the parts of her home that she didn’t want you to see with equal measures. In the middle of the room, however, there was a cosy fireplace with dozens of furs spread around it to get comfortable.
“Sit by the fire. Drink, you two… lovebirds,” she said when two cups filled with a red liquid appeared next to the small bonfire. “Only you would manage to fall in love with a succubus, Loki Laufeyson.” She chuckled. “You see… Midgardians call this very day of the year Valentine’s Day. Did you get her chocolate, Trickster? And roses?”
“He saved my life today,” you responded for him.
Angrboda nodded. “Ah, I see. Well… I have a feeling this is only the beginning of the story then.” Giving you a knowing look before disappearing off to only the gods knew where, you smiled at Loki, inching closer to kiss him. Fireworks exploded within you as soon as your lips touched his, the gentle affection quickly turning into a heated fight of lips, teeth and tongue. Angrboda was right. This was only the beginning. Your beginning.
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A/N: Did that NSFW statue of Loki that I saw the other day inspire the smut scene? No. Maybe. Yes. Absolutely, 100%.
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rose-lunaire · 7 months
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mcu characters as (unexpected!) romance book tropes
characters: steve rogers, bucky barnes, tony stark, loki laufeyson
warnings: innuendo? if you squint, otherwise it’s just fluff
steve rogers - best friend’s sibling
let’s be honest with ourselves, this guy wouldn’t get close to anyone, especially a girl, without the support of his bestie
you knew him way before the injection, got to know the vulnerable boy with a big heart, the one who stuck up for the weak even though he was the one who needed someone to stuck up for him
during parties bucky would leave you alone together while he went on his conquests
two wallflowers lost in conversation, who wouldn’t notice the room emptying
you couldn’t help but respect his efforts and support his dreams of becoming a soldier
after all, it’s the good motives that save people, it’s the moral compass that lead the armies to the battle grounds
the world could use for his purity during the darkest hours of humanity
you meet again after the war, with a hole in your heart and desperate for a friendly soul
steve comes back home more mature and… well, bigger
friendly connection turns into physical attraction, longing and nostalgia brings you closer than ever
bucky barnes - christmas romance
bucky comes back to his hometown, bitter and hopeless, he’s more than sceptical about this whole “christmas magic”
until his s/o comes around to show him the other side of humanity
you spend a week together, exploring malls, drinking mulled wine and throwing snowballs at each other (who knew a battle could be so innocent and.. fun?)
but it’s not until the s/o shows their insecurities that he’s in love
how could someone believe in the good in people, the good in him!, but be unable to see their own worth?
he’s kind of relieved that you aren’t perfect, that there’s something he can help you with
otherwise how could he dare dream of being in a relationship with an angel?
he’d spend the rest of his days trying to lift you up into paradise
he could show you the way into the devil’s den, if you’d like
tony stark - love triangle
this guy is so focused on work and himself, there’s barely time for anything else
he considered you a friend, a skilled coworker, but never a love interest
that is until he saw you falling for another person
the jealousy and competitiveness kicks in!
bonus points for “i bet you couldn’t make them fall for you”
at first it was all about his pride, the thrill of the challenge, but soon enough tony realises it’s love and there’s no way out
he would move mountains for you, never looking back at other people’s opinions, throwing away work without a second though
after all, what all those riches and treaties for if his heart isn’t satisfied?
he doesn’t care about anything or anyone but you
loki laufeyson - riches to rags (to riches??)
i know, i know what you’re thinking: how is it possible for loki to be poor?
it’s not, he’s a cat, always lands on four feet and manages to find a way out of the hardest situation
this story is about finding yourself in a new reality, navigating dangerous relationships and seeing light in the darkest places
his s/o is the only one who sees though his tricks and unbothered façade, they’re the one who noticed his strange habits, slight frown while eating humble dinners and a glint of sadness in his deep gaze
you find out that the walls he built around his heart are the only lasting fundaments of his broken soul
still, everywhere loki goes he brings freshness to the hopeless stagnation, paints blurry nights with colourful tales of asgardian lifestyle
sooner or later he finds a way to come back home, this time with a new-found appreciation and brighter outlook on life
also with a soulmate in his bedchamber
a/n: finally, my marvel debut! i’m slowly clearing out my inbox, send me asks! what would you like to read next? <3
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We all pretty much know that Sam is a more non serious (silly) caregiver and person in general but what would the others reaction be when he gets serious about the reader after they get hurt? Feel free to change it or expand on it
Playground Mishaps (Headcannons)
Sam Wilson x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)
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Warnings - Mentions of falling/Injury, scrapes on knees, soft and silly sam, but also serious!Sam
Notes - Starting my comeback off small, with some headcannons, thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy <3
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+ Tony Stark has the best playgrounds at his compound, yes, multiple, one with a lot of climbing gear that Peter and Kate seem to keep to themselves, one with some water features that's great in the summer, and then the huge playground in the back, with tons of slides, and bridges, stairs, binocular posts, and the coolest hiding spots that overlook the whole thing.
+ As much fun as it is to play on them, adult supervision is always required, you and a few littles have snuck out before to play alone, but it never ends up working, Jarvis is a snitch, and Peter can't keep a secret for the life of him.
+ But everyone's caregivers are happy to take turns watching the littles as they play 'the floor is lava' or 'hide and seek, eyes closed edition', though today is a special occasion, everyone, littles and caregivers, are out at the big playground, the barbecue going, half filled lemonade cups scattered across every surface, and you and all the other littles playing together.
+ Quite a few reminders about the rules had been shouted out, 'no running', 'no pushing', 'no powers', and 'no fighting', leaving multiple caregivers mouths, and a few from you and your friends when Loki teleported halfway across the structure.
+ But you were so close to winning, so close to being the last person standing when Peter, who was it, came barreling around a corner, you had to run! You had to win! But sooner than later you found yourself sprawled across the fake, and bouncy, mulch like ground, Peter staring at you from a foot up, a few other littles murmuring amongst each other.
+ "Y/n!" You could hear Sam yell, and it wasn't a happy one, you knew the tone meant he was mad, and he had every right to be mad, and you knew it.
+ "'m sorry Papa!" You whispered as he hovered above you, helping you to your feet as he crouched down to look at your legs, his thumb barely touching your scrape as you pulled your knee back from his grasp.
+ Littles had run to their own Caregivers arms, a few 'This is why you don't run on the playground's being handed out, though everyone's eyes were glued to you and Sam, your hand's resting on his shoulders as he checked for any other injuries.
+ "What did I say about running?" Your Papa asked sternly, his eyes serious, eyebrows furrowed slightly, your thumb itching to run across them.
+ "You say 'Don' run or you'll ge' an owie.'" You said back in a deep voice, those around you laughing, though your Papa stayed unmoving, shocking everyone else, seeing as he was always the fun uncle before you, and seeing as you had him wrapped around your finger.
+ "And what happened?" He asked, still knelling on the ground, allowing you to both feel like, and be, the bigger person.
+ "I was runnin'." You admitted, Sam nodding his head. "'nd I fell." You tried to wrap your arms around his neck, hoping maybe a hug would be what it took to get him to fold, but he placed his hands on your waist and held you in place.
+ "And?" He asked, eyebrows raised.
+ "'nd 'm sorry, 'nd I won' do it again." You assured him, nodding your head for added drama.
+ "Good Baby." He nodded back, and though he didn't smile you could see the stress in his brow relax. "I accept you're apology, but no treats after dinner, okay?"
+ You nodded your head quickly, that 'punishment' was nothing compared to last week when you couldn't go on the playground at all after you pushed Kate off, 'accidentally', so you were just glad he wasn't going to make you sit the rest of the evening out. "Okay Papa." You went to hug him again, this time his arms wrapping around your middle, hugging you back before leading you towards the house, no doubt to clean up your knees.
+ On your way there you heard your Uncle Stevie tell Papa he 'Can't believe you had that in you man.', and Auntie Nat say 'If Wanda had fallen I'd be a mess.' but you knew your Papa wasn't mean, he had rules, and expected you to follow them, and if you didn't then you get punished, Uncle Stevie's just getting soft in his old age, and your Papa had you as a little, and he knew that some scrapes on your knees was nothing compared to what you had in you, so he stayed calm, because you were okay, Auntie Nat is just very careful.
+ In the end you were back on the playground in no time, this time walking, and making sure to stay away from the little drop off, and your Papa was off to the side getting your dinner plate ready for you, because he was wrapped around your finger, and you puppy dog eyed him in waiting in the line for you.
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michelleleewise · 1 year
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you could write something with angst to fluff or smut i really love angst maybe Loki running back to the reader's reality and trying to find her but for her he died fighting Thanos years ago But feel free to change whatever you want. I love your writing kisses
Hiiiii!!!!! I do love me some angst!!! Imma au this a bit.....Hehehe.....i hope it comes out ok! I really hope you like it!!! And thank you for sending this to me and your lovely comment! It means the world to me!! 🥰💚🥰💚
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I Miss You...
Pairing: Avenger Loki x female reader
Warnings: crying, depression, grieving, loss, Thanos, mentions of death
Summary: you lost your husband a year ago when Thanos came to earth......so who is the man standing in front of you.......
**au....ragnarok happened, but IW didn't...Thor and Loki made it to earth, and joined the avengers.
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You opened the door seeing your brother in law standing there smiling, a box firmly grasped in his hands "Hello Thor, how are you?" You asked giving him a small smile "I am well, how are you sister?" He asked, concern in his eyes "im...alive, come in." You said stepping aside. "What are you doing here? I wasn't expecting your visit until next month." You asked closing the door. "I wished to bring this to you sooner then that." He said gently placing the box on the table, seeing it marked with your husband's name. "He..left some things at the tower when he moved in with you and I believe he would want you to have them." He said quietly running his hand along the top of the box.
You felt the lump in your throat as your eyes burned. You cleared your throat looking up at him "d..did you want some tea or anything?" You asked avoiding the box. "That would be lovely, thank you sister." He said giving you a small smile. You sat and visited with Thor for awhile before he said he needed to go. Walking him to the door he turned to look at you "sister, I made a promise to him to always watch out for you. You are my family y/n, and you always will be. If you ever need anything do not hesitate." He said. You reached out wrapping your arms around him "Thank you Thor." You said, feeling his arms wrap around you "take care of yourself." He said smiling down at you at you as you released him. "I'll expect you next month yes?" You asked "as always sister." He said smiling walking out the door.
You turned to the box on the table, circling it like it might attack you. You slowly walked up to it running your fingers along the black letters tracing his name. You remembered the day of the mission like it was yesterday. Everyone was called to the tower to prepare for an imminent invasion. You told him you didn't want him to go, that you had a bad feeling but he gently kissed you, looking into your eyes he promised he would return, that he would hold you again, that every second away from you was torture, but he broke his promise. The day Thor knocked on your door without him was the day your heart shattered. And every day since has taken every bit of stength in you just to get out of bed.
You grabbed the box heading to your room, setting it on the bed you sat down crossing your legs. taking a deep breath you lifting the lid setting it aside you pulled the box to you seeing a book of Shakespeare sonnets, picking it up seeing several pages had been dog eared, setting it down you decided to read those pages later. You reached in grabbing several black hair ties. Wrapping them around your wrist you smiled remembering the way he tied his hair back for missions and training, or when he tended the garden in the backyard.
You reached in grabbing a picture frame, holding it up seeing it was a picture of the two of you at the grand canyon, you smiling at the camera and him standing behind you with his arms around you. You had told him you wanted to take him remembering him scoff "who would want to see a hole in the ground." But he always humored you. Running your fingers across his face a tear escaped your eye falling onto the glass. Quickly wiping it away you set the picture on your nightstand. Reaching in again you picked up a stack of papers, opening them seeing every letter and note you ever wrote him as a small sob escaped "He kept every one." You said to yourself sifting through full pages, sticky notes that simply said "I love you", every single one.
You wiped the tears from your cheeks looking into the box seeing a piece of green fabric, pulling it out seeing it was his cloak. You unfolded it finding an envelope folded into the fabric. You picked it up seeing your name on it you set it aside wrapping the cloak around your shoulders you picked up the letter, carefully opening it as not to rip it.
My dearest y/n,
If you are reading this, then I am no longer of this world. I want you to know every day I spent with you was a blessing my love. Before we met my heart was barren I believed it had all but died, until you walked into my life almost as if I dreamed you Into existence. It was the first time in my long life that I had felt love in its truest form, and it changed my life, you changed my life darling. You have inspired me to be a better man, one that you could be proud of. We will meet again someday, but until then, remember to live to the fullest my love. And never lose that beautiful smile of yours.
Forever yours,
Loki Laufeyson
You couldn't stop the sob that escaped you covering your mouth. You closed your eyes leaning back trying to breath as your lungs constricted. You pulled the cloak tighter around yourself grabbing the letter and book walking over to your dresser, gently placing them next to Loki's horned helm Thor had given you, along with a few of his trinkets. Running your fingers along one of the horns you remembered the time Thor told you he called him a cow making you smile "I miss you love, more then you know." You whispered. Walking back over to the bed you grabbed the box, setting it on the floor you layed down, wrapping yourself in his cloak, staring at the picture on your nightstand as you slowly closed your eyes, hoping for sleep to take you.
You stirred awake in the middle of the night, looking at your clock seeing it was almost four. You rolled onto your back rubbing your eyes when you heard a faint sound near the foot of your bed making you freeze. You slowly slid your hand under your pillow, wrapping your fingers around the dagger Loki had given you. Lowering your arm you tilted your head slightly seeing a dark figure hunched over on your bed. You gathered all your courage lunging at them tumbling off the bed with them, pinning them down holding the dagger to their throat "what do you want!" You yelled digging the dagger further into their throat "you..darling." You heard making you freeze. That voice...it couldn't be...you thought to yourself.
You felt cold fingers gently wrap around your wrist "min kjærlighet vær så snill." He said making you drop the dagger, scrambling off of him to the lamp on the nightstand, flipping it on your eyes met those two emeralds you knew so well. Watching him get to his knees you saw his wedding ring on his finger. "L...loki...y..your...." you stuttered watching him "dead? Apparently not." He said rubbing his hand across his neck "very good attack by the way." He said panting. You sat staring at him, your brain losing all function as you tried to process what was going on. "Let me explain." He said sitting back in his heels "when we landed, we all fought as hard as we could, but I knew i had to end Thanos once and for all, so I made him my target." He said clearing his throat "when I got to him I was met with his children who, were no easy task. But thanks to my brother I was able to get to him." He said.
He looked down wiping his face "when...when I made it to him he...he told me he would take away everything I loved, he...he would find you." He said looking down. You inched closer listening intently "i..I was distracted, the thought of him doing something..." he sobbed shaking his head as you came to kneel in front of him. "I..I lost focus, and he used the space stone to send me across the galaxy." He said "I have spent every moment since making my way back to you" he said looking up, his eyes bloodshot "I didn't know if you were ok, or if that monster..." he growled when you cupped his cheeks making him look at you. "Your..here. it's really you?" You whispered studying his face "yes darling, it's really me." He said giving you a sad smile.
You lunged forward knocking him back wrapping your arms around his neck squeezing feeling his arms wrap around your middle holding you to him. "I'm so sorry love, I should have listened, I...I shouldn't have went." He said shakely burying his face in your hair "I missed you so much." You sobbed digging your fingers into his leather afraid he may disappear. You stayed like that, just holding eachother when you slowly pulled back, staying close to him you ran your fingers through his hair, your fingers slowly tracing the lines of his brow, traveling down his nose to his lips looking into his eyes again. "I thought i would never see you again." You said, your fingers traveling his cheekbones to his jaw. "I will always come for you my queen, I am sorry if took me so long." He said, his eyes watering again. "Well...better late then never." You said shakely. "How long has it been since you've showered and ate?" You asked seeing the grime caked in his hair "I am unsure, too long most likely." He said sitting up a bit.
You stood up holding your hands out helping him up. "You go shower, I'll make you something to eat." You said wiping your face turning towards the door feeling his fingers wrap around your wrist he pulled you into him crashing his lips to yours, devouring you as his tongue dove past your parted lips, kissing you with all the love he had in him. You both pulled back panting, his forehead resting on yours "I love you with my entire being." He said holding you tight. "And I you my love." You breathed closing your eyes. He swayed you back and forth holding you to him. "You need to eat love." You said looking up at him. "All I need is you darling." He said cupping your cheek.
You finally coaxed him into the shower, assuring him you weren't going anywhere as you ran to the kitchen quickly making him several sandwiches and grabbing a bunch of snacks as you ran back to the bedroom, praying you hadn't been dreaming, sighing when you heard the shower running. He came out a few minutes later, a towel hung around his hips as he dried his hair. "I..I kept your clothes. I kept everything." You said quietly seeing him smile. He walked over to the dresser, seeing the shrine you had made for him "Thor let me keep most everything, I think he kept a few things but brought most of it here." You said, seeing him run his fingers over everything "I am glad, and he kept his promise?" He asked looking at you "yes, he visits often to check on me and make sure I'm ok." You said seeing him nod.
He got dressed sitting next to you eating everything you brought in "I think you would give Thor a run for his money." You laughed seeing him smile. "Thank you love." He said smiling setting the plate on the nightstand "what for?" You asked "taking care of me, waiting for me....loving me." He said looking at you. "I will always wait for you. You are my everything Loki, you always will be." You said smiling. "Could you..." you started looking down "what is it love?" He asked watching you "could you maybe just...hold me, please?" You asked looking up at him. "Come here love." He said sliding down pulling you to him.
He grabbed his cape, draping it back over you "I like your blanket love." He said hearing you laugh "thank you, it's my new favorite." You said snuggling closer to him feeling his arm squeezing you "im right here love, I'm not going anywhere, I swear." He said kissing the top of your head. "I love you Loki." You whispered closing your eyes "I love you too y/n." He said turning the light off. You drifted off to sleep, hearing the steady beat of his heart. You thought you may have died and went to heaven, but as long as Loki was with you, everything would be ok......
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【☀Lazy Sunday chase🐍🌾】
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Adopted!Oc with Loki's family
➩ Heldril had been taken into Loki's family, thanks to Sigyn finding the young girl wandering alone during winter ''exploring''. After being accepted with open arms, Heldril quickly adjusted into her new life and chaotic famliy!
Matching their strange natures and behavior, like she had always belonged there. Compared to most days the famliy spent outside, on this sunny day it seemed like Loki was in a playful mood, enough to be planning on something for them to do today!
➩ Reader type: None!
⚠: Family fluff, romantic fluff, flirting between parents, siblings teasing each other!
A/N: This was orignally a story that i posted on my main blog, as a gift for my online daugther @heldril oc, Heldril! I thought i would repost it here to bring back good old memories, i adore you so much kiddo!! ♡
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Loki and his family were spending a lazy Sunday afternoon together, lounging in the grass outside of Asgards walls. It was a rare occasion and one with unusual peace and relaxation for the trickster god, who always found himself up to no good.
Sigyn was lying on a picnic blanket, her eyes closed as she was soaking up the warm sunlight with a relaxed smile. Loki shifts his gaze at her and couldn’t help but smile to himself.
“Sol really does help your freckles show, darling~” The god said softly, admiring his wife happily.
The amount of joy he got from just staring at her was unbelievable.
“Oh is that so, have you been staring again~?” Sigyn chuckled, smirking at him.
She could tell he had been staring at her and loved teasing him for it.
Loki let out a laugh as he felt his cheeks turn red, he should have known he would be caught sooner or later!
It wasn’t often Sigyn’s freckles were ever visible on her face. For some reason, they would only appear in bright sunlight over time, but so would the slight sun burns she so easily got. It was a shame!
In the distance Sleipnir, Fenrir, and Vali could be heard playing tag. They were always nearby and so very loud too!
It almost disturbed Hel as she was reading a book to Heldril and Narfi, both siblings sitting patiently listening. Meanwhile Jormungandr bathed in a lake near by.
Suddenly, Loki jumped up from his seat and announced, “I have an idea! Let’s play a game everyone!”
Hel could be heard sighing intentionally loudly, “Oh father, and what could that possibly be?”
“Probably something stupid, I bet” Narfi expressed, not seeming so enthusiastic as Hel.
“Oh I love games!” Sleipnir neighs, trotting over to the rest of his famliy, his brothers right behind him trying to keep up!
“Sleipnir youre always so eager for a new challenge or game aren’t you? Just like fenrir.” Jormungandr teases, turning into his more humanoid form to join in more easily on the family game.
“Oh shut it jormi! At least we have a sense of wanting to achieve things around here, lazy bum” Fenrir barks at his snake brother. Much to Jormungandr’s entertainment.
“Gosh you’re so easy to make tense brother~!” Jormungandr spoke one last time before Loki stares at the two.
Obviously telling them with his expression that it was time to stop.
“It’s a new game i just invented at the spot,” said Loki with a mischievous grin.
“I’ll hide somewhere in the woods, and you all have to come find me. But here’s the twist - I can turn into any animal I want, and you have to chase me down.”
The children and Sigyn all looked at each other excitedly at the prospect of the game, but Narfi, as always seemed a little hesitant.
“I don’t know about this..” said Narfi.
“What if something goes wrong?”
Loki just laughed. “Relax, kid. It’s just a harmless game. What could possibly go wrong?”
“Yeah brother! Listen to dad, If something goes wrong I’ll protect you!” Heldril spoke proudly, always ready to protect her younger siblings from harms way.
“Well i- I was thinking more about pa-” Before Narfi could voice any further of his concerns, Vali jumps on top of him out of excitement.
Causing the boy to fall on his back, “oof!”
“Oops- Let’s start!!” He grind happily waving his hands around, still on top of Narfi.
“Okay, everyone close your eyes and count to ten,” Loki instructed, as he snuck off into the woods to find a hiding spot.
With that the game began. Loki shifting into different animals along the way to get a head start. The children and Sigyn counted and waited before they started chasing after him, laughing and shouting.
The gods and creatures around the woods probably wondering what was going on.
The family split up. Everyone comping the woods, looking behind trees and under bushes, but Loki was nowhere to be found.
Suddenly, they heard a rustling in the bushes, and Fenrir let out a growl.
“I think I smell him!” he exclaimed, as he took off in the direction of the sound.
Heldril and Narfi who had grouped up with fenrir followed him, running as fast as they could through the woods.
Eventually Heldril stops as she saw Narfi gasping for air.
“Oh crap! Nari you alright buddy?” Heldril asks slightly concerned at her brothers well being. Narfi nodded just trying to catch his breath back.
“F-Fenrir..is getting away we need to-”
“Get on my back brother!”
“Wha-?!”
Just like that Heldril picks Narfi up and runs her quickest to catch up with Fenrir again. Narfi was for sure taken by surprise but at least they’d make it!
Back together again, Heldril let’s Narfi down and pants heavily, soon enough they caught glimpses of Loki in various animal forms - a bird, a rabbit, even a snake - it felt quite impossible to catch up to him.
Finally, after what felt like hours of chasing Loki through the woods, they all managed to corner him in a small clearing.
Loki gave up and in his snake form, he carefully starts slithering up to Sigyn and around her arm she had offered him.
“You got me,” Loki said with a sigh, sad they couldn’t keep on playing forever.
Sigyn couldn’t help but smirk as she clearly had something clever to say. As she held her husband up.
“A snake huh, suits you at the very moment sly one~” she spoke, teasing him excitedly.
Loki just hisses at her with his snake tounge as he transformed back into his human form and ends up in his wifes arms.
“Oh shush!” He blushed rolling his eyes jokingly.
The children couldn’t help but all collaps onto the ground, panting and laughing. Sigyn puts Loki down but continues to hold him close.
“That was truly an amazing adventure!” Heldril said, her eyes shining with excitement.
“Absolutely! Can’t wait to get back into the waters..” said Jormungandr, grinning from ear to ear.
“Oh brother, such a selfish soul..” Hel shook her head in a joking manner, making fun of Jormungandr’s behavior.
“Am not! I’m literally cooking out here and have for a long time now. I might shed my snake skin and throw it at you if you don't watch it Hel!”
Jormungandr tries to defend himself, joking back. Waving his hand on himself to try to cool down.
“But seriously guys, good job! Next time, I’ll be even trickier to catch.” Loki jokes, picking up Vali who was exhausted to his limits. Tounge out and everything pretending to be dead.
Sigyn finds his behavior silly and chuckles, but gets to the point of what she was going to say. “Now, who’s ready for some lunch?”
“You bet I am!” Fenrir barks, his tail wagging excitedly.
“Make that two, don’t let the greedy wolf eat everything me and Sigyn brought.” Hel spoke, calmly hiding away her smirk.
“Hey! What was that for?!” Fenrir raised an eyebrow and looked offended.
“Make it three! I’d die for some juicy apples right now.” Sleipnir happily joins in.
So with that the family went out of the woods and back to their picnic blanket. The rest of the afternoon was filled with food and joy, as Loki and his family enjoyed each other’s company and the simple pleasure of being together.
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tawny-feathers · 3 months
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It’s kind of funny to me, the journey I’ve been on with Michael.  When I was Christian, I had no interest in angels, I felt no connection to them outside of liking their aesthetics and finding them useful themes or plot devices for writing.  They were servants of God and I didn’t feel a connection to God, so I felt nothing for them.  When I left Christianity and embraced pantheism and paganism, that’s when the interest sparked.  That’s when angels suddenly meant something to me, because I started to see them as their own entities, as beings with will and emotions and depth.  It felt… weird to want to be connected to Michael, at first.  It felt weird to want a relationship with a being that, up to that point, I saw as only being part of the religion I was trying to reject and unlearn.  I wanted nothing to do with Christianity and anything that prominently featured in it… so why did I want an angel in my life?  Not only that why, of all the angels, was it Michael I felt drawn to?
It was 2009 when I first felt the desire to know Michael, to work with him.  I hung pictures of him on my altar, I thought about him often.  I wrote characters inspired by how I saw him, and I loved them fiercely, so much so I would cry when I wrote their scenes.  It seems so obvious now, looking back on stuff like this, that I was falling in love with Michael, but I refused to see it for what it was.  I felt unworthy of divine love—any love, really.  And I didn’t know him.  Despite my desire to work with him, Michael never answered my calls.  I don’t know why, I don’t care to know why anymore.  I don’t even know why I developed feelings for him in the first place, but something was drawing me to him and my heart longed for him.
Several months after deciding I wanted to work with him, I bought Michael a chunk of sugilite as an invitation to come into my life, but he didn’t respond.  I fell into painful times and had to pack away all my things, and I thought I’d lost the sugilite.  8 years later, I found it tucked into a bunch of my stuff that had ended up at my parents’ house.  It came back to me.  It felt like a sign.  I had never turned my back on Michael in those 8 years, but I had stopped reaching out.  I figured if he was meant to be in my life, he would come to me eventually on his own.  Loki and I were close by this point and I was focusing on our (familial) relationship and working on myself.
Mind you, in all that time, I still cried over the Michael-inspired characters I wrote, still thought of him fondly, still felt drawn to any representation of him in media.  My friends began associating him with me.
Finding that sugilite ignited something in me.  I opened myself more to the idea of him coming into my life again, but I went about it differently.  I didn’t try to seek him, I didn’t plea, I just made space for him.  I bought him a new stone, gave him a place on my altar, and waited.  In March of this year he finally came to me, settled down in my presence, and told me that I was ready and he was here now.  Not only was he here, but from that point forward he was so present.  I would feel him around often, and close.  He loved to linger close to me, and I felt so peaceful in his presence.  He made me happy.
Something that I probably should’ve noticed sooner was how readily Loki accepted Michael coming into my life and settling in.  Loki is like my older brother, and for many years he was very protective of who got to enter my sphere and stick around.  He eventually got over this, and that’s when Dionysus came to me.  Loki was a little prickly about letting Dionysus in, but he settled down and the two became friendly and would hang out with me at the same time.  When Michael came, Loki was pretty open to him immediately.  Michael just became one of the Boys.
September 19th was six months since the day he showed up.  It was also when I realized this attachment, these feelings I’ve harbored for so many years, were a crush.  Again, it seems so obvious writing it out like this, but I was none the wiser for years.
Upon realizing this, I spoke with some friends and was encouraged to talk with Michael about it.  Later that night I did, I laid everything bare– even though I was sure he knew it all already– and I asked him if he would be open to seeing where this could go.  He was so responsive to the idea, so kind and willing to try this out with me.  He was so… happy.  I asked Loki and Dionysus what they thought, because I always end up asking all three of them for their opinions when it comes to big spiritual things– and this was definitely a big spiritual thing to me– and they both supported the idea. They both told me it would be good for me.
Michael seemed so eager to take that step with me, and I was already so lovesick. I'd longed for his presence, for a connection to him. We barely knew each other on an informal level, but I loved him. On September 29th (Michaelmas) I made him dragonbread and formally asked to be his partner. He said yes.
My love for him grows each passing week. It's only been three months, but it feels like so much longer, and I think that's a good sign for our future. I waited so long for him and to feel his presence embrace me, to know he loves me… it's blissful.
I look forward to our future together.
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lady-rose-moon · 1 year
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A Christmas for Haven
A/N: hello everyone, this fic was intended for ages ago but I have a lot of writers block lately so I finally got around to doing this and I hope you enjoy it!
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"Dada? Is Santa real?" Haven asked, looking up at her father with the brightest smile on her face. Now five years old, the child was old enough to understand the Midgardian concept of Christmas and was eager for Santa Claus to visit her even if she wasn't Midgardian.
Your husband was sitting on Haven's cute little bed with golden horns on the headboard that Haven begged to have installed. Loki didn't look any less Godly as a goofy smile spread across his lips and his hand traced down Haven's skin as he took in every detail about her that he knew she got from you.
"Of course Santa is real, lite snøfnugg," Loki replied softly, running his finger down her button nose to make her fall asleep quicker and his expression melted when her eyes fluttered, "but he won't come until you go to bed, child."
Haven pouted and sat up in bed, throwing her arms around his neck and tightening them. "I wanna watch for him, daddy!" she proclaimed, her eyes gleaming with excitement, "I wanna see if he really is real! Can I, daddy?"
"Ah, that would be breaking the magic, baby girl," Loki replied, laying her back down with a soft shake of his head and he tucked her in, "Santa doesn't visit little children that are awake."
"So I'll pretend to be asleep and wait for him!" Haven countered, grinning and bouncing on her bed, grinning when Loki settled her back into bed, "he can't know everything!"
You took this moment to stride further into the room and knelt beside Haven's bed. "Sweet Haven, the song is 'he sees you when you're asleep, he knows when you're awake'," you whispered to her, watching her excitement melt a bit with disappointment so you quickly added, "plus, the sooner you fall asleep, the sooner you get to open your presents in the morning!"
"Exactly," Loki nodded his head, watching as Haven fought her sleep to look between you and him, "so go to sleep, lite snøfnugg, tomorrow is a special day."
With a soft sigh, Haven turned in her bed and curled up to go to sleep.
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Two hours later, Loki and you were wrapping presents for your daughter when a spark went off beside Loki and his head snapped up, clicking his fingers to hide the presents before he turned to the hallway in time to see Haven's door creak open and a tired child leave the room.
"Mummy? Dada? What are you doing by the tree?" Haven whispered as she rubbed her eyes. The little girl was obviously tired and hadn't been awake for long so you both knew she'd had a nightmare.
"Come here, little one," you whispered, opening your arms for your daughter and you held her close when she raced into your arms, "was it the darkness again?"
Your daughter fearfully nodded her head and gripped your shirt as she buried her head into the crook of your neck. "It wasn't real, sweet girl," you whispered to her, looking over to Loki and smiling when he understood before you stood and walked back into her bedroom so Loki could carry on wrapping.
When Haven was laying in her bed again, she fearfully looked around the room at all of the shadows and let out a whine. Seeing this, you sucked in a breath before whispering, "do you want daddy's flame again?"
Haven nodded slowly so you called for your husband and he entered the room with the softest smile on his face before kneeling beside Haven's bed and conjuring a green flame in his hand before dropping it into a cookie jar and setting it on Haven's bedside table.
"There we go," Loki whispered tenderly, looking at the excited flame inside the glass before turning his attention to Haven and softly kissing her forehead.
Once you both were sure that Haven was asleep and staying asleep, you both returned to wrapping the presents and after, you retreated to bed.
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Once the sun was up and fresh snow was beginning to fall outside your cabin, the sound of little feet thundering against the wooden floor awoke you and your husband. The bedroom door creaked open and you only had two seconds to prepare before a mass jumped on you and winded you.
"Mummy!" Haven shrieked, a giant grin plastered over her cute face, "he's been! Santa's really been!"
Loki turned to face you and your daughter and offered the girl a shy smile before sitting up and stretching, sighing in relief at the popping in his back. Once he was comfortable, he looked over at Haven and whispered, "he's been? Really? We missed him?"
Haven pouted and jumped on the bed impatiently, her ebony curls bouncing around her face with her little jumps. Loki sighed and rolled out of bed, kissing Haven's button nose and winking, "give me a few minutes, my love, we have to do this the right way."
So, Loki left you with Haven giddily awaiting Loki's arrival back in the room only to hear his voice trail from the living room. "My Gods, he has been! Honey release the child!"
Dramatically, you lifted your arm and Haven was out of the door instantly, screaming "PRESENTS" as she thundered down the hallway. With a grin, you followed and watched as Haven came to a halt when she saw the large amount of presents.
"All these.. for me?" Haven whispered nervously as tears formed in her eyes.
"All for you, sweet girl," Loki whispered back as he looked at his daughter then at you with a smile, "merry Christmas."
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The rest of the day was spent with opening presents, cooking Christmas dinner and fitting Thor, Frigga, you, Loki and Haven around a small table for the traditional meal. After, Haven was allowed to play in the snow while the adults relaxed and Christmas had never felt so perfect as it did now that your girl could remember Christmases. You hoped she would remember this one forever as the first Christmas where she knew what was happening. Haven's very favourite present, the one she would not let go of, at all, never ever seen without it afterwards was an exact replica of the Tesseract with Loki's horns engraved on the outer glass.
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pics-and-fanfics · 7 months
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Chapter 4//Bullshit
Part of the Child of Fire series
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⬆️i think it fits
{{Ellie POV}}
“So who was he?” I ask for the sixth time, and still get no answer. “Come on. I only know the name of one person here, and it’s you.” I say. “He’s nobody important.” Thor says. I fake sneeze, then hope to god I have Thor’s attention. “I’m sorry, but I’m allergic to your utter bullshit.” I say. I feel Thor stop in his tracks, but I don’t back down. “What did you say to me?” Thor says. “I know god damn well you heard me.” I say. Somehow, with every breath I breathe in that moment made my bravery grow.
“Lady, I would advise you to shut your mouth before you say something you’ll regret.” Thor says. I stand on my toes, hoping to make myself look taller, but only managing to fall backwards. “DAMMIT!” I yell, trying to get up. I heard laughs coming from the direction of where I thought Thor was, and I flipped him off. “Stop laughing at the blind girl.” I say, getting to my feet. I honestly did not want to tell anybody, but they would figure it out sooner or later. The laughing stops, and I smirk. “Didn’t see that coming, did you? Why did you think I was holding on to your hand like it was a lifeline?” I say. I turn around to stomp off, my hand on the wall to guide me, when I feel a hand grab the back of my shirt.
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I feel my muscles tense, and my mouth goes dry. I heard footsteps, but couldn’t make myself move. “Thor, let go of the kid.” a man says. “You ok?” says the approaching voice. I swallow dryly, nodding my head as my heart starts beating faster and I can barely breathe at this point. “Kid, listen to me.” I heard the voice say, but it's quieter now. Farther away. “Are you ok?” I try to say something, anything, but my voice is lost. My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. I try to move, but can’t.
I can’t do anything, and I hate it. I hate the feeling of being trapped, and that’s what I am. I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling tears stream down my face.
I could hear the quiet of the apartment. It was never this quiet, and that’s what scares me. The quiet means she’s coming, and I can’t do anything about it. I hear the swish of a knife, and I know that she’s close. “Mum, please.” I beg, backing up into the wall. “No. You, Ellie, ruined my life.” my mom says. I know that no matter how much I beg and plead, she’s still going to try and kill me.
“Mum!” I yell. “DON’T CALL ME THAT!” she yells right back, and I shrink. I hear the thunk of the knife landing next to my ear, and I scream in fear. I feel my fear turn into panic, and the panic grows every second. With that panic, so does my heartbeat, and my internal temperature. I feel myself burst into flames, hear the screams of my mom over the crackling of the fires, but I don’t care. There’s only one thing in my mind, whispering ‘Hurt her. Hurt her like she hurt you. Burn her. Hurt her, Ellie.’
I feel a slap across my face, and I instinctively flinch back. Everything comes rushing back, and now I feel horrible. “Don’t do that, Natasha. That’ll only make it worse.” a voice said. I groan, my head pounding. “Looks like it woke her up, Tony.” a woman’s voice says. I open my eyes, just to show them that I am, in fact, fine. “Oh look, she’s moving.” the woman says, a smirk in her voice. “Haha.” I say, my throat hoarse. “Where the heck am I?” I ask after a second. “The infirmary.” Tony says. “Okay. Can I go?” I say. “More important question: How old are you?” Tony says again. “Sixteen.” I say. “How old are you?” “I’m sixteen!” I protest, not wanting to seem helpless. “Bullshit.” he says. I sigh, knowing that I’m digging a hole for myself. “Fourteen.” I whisper.
{{Loki POV}}
It's been a day since the girl came out of the infirmary, her head down. I try to ignore the urge to check on her, but it gets to be too much. I look around my room, before quietly walking out, and down the hall towards hers. I quietly knock on her door, and hear a loud “LEAVE ME ALONE!” from the other side. I walk back to my room, at least knowing she’s alive. She was probably expecting somebody else. At least I hope she knows that somebody respects personal space around here.
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sigyn-foxyposts · 11 months
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【☀Lazy Sunday chase🐍🌾】
✧・゚: *: A Fan fiction : *✧・゚:*
This is a story that includings @heldril-blogs oc! Where she's a part of Loki's family and they're outside spending time with each other :] Enjoy!! ✨
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Loki and his family were spending a lazy Sunday afternoon together, lounging in the grass outside of Asgards walls. It was a rare occasion and one with unusual peace and relaxation for the trickster god, who always found himself up to no good.
Sigyn was lying on a picnic blanket, her eyes closed as she was soaking up the warm sunlight with a relaxed smile. Loki shifts his gaze at her and couldn't help but smile to himself.
"Sol really does help your freckles show, darling~" The god said softly, admiring his wife happily. The amount of joy he got from just staring at her was unbelievable.
"Oh is that so, have you been staring again~?" Sigyn chuckled, smirking at him. She could tell he had been staring at her and loved teasing him for it.
Loki let out a laugh as he felt his cheeks turn red, he should have known he would be caught sooner or later!
It wasn't often Sigyn's freckles were ever visible on her face. For some reason, they would only appear in bright sunlight over time, but so would the slight sun burns she so easily got. It was a shame!
In the distance Sleipnir, Fenrir, and Vali could be heard playing tag. They were always nearby and so very loud too!
It almost disturbed Hel as she was reading a book to Heldril and Narfi, both siblings sitting patiently listening. Meanwhile Jormungandr bathed in a lake near by.
Suddenly, Loki jumped up from his seat and announced, "I have an idea! Let's play a game everyone!"
Hel could be heard sighing intentionally loudly, "Oh father, and what could that possibly be?"
"Probably something silly, I bet" Narfi expressed, not seeming so enthusiastic as Hel.
"Oh I love games!" Sleipnir neighs, trotting over to the rest of his famliy, his brothers right behind him trying to keep up!
"Sleipnir youre always so eager for a new challenge or game aren't you? Just like fenrir." Jormungandr teases, turning into his more humanoid form to join in more easily on the family game.
"Oh shut it jormi! At least we have a sense of wanting to win around here, lazy bum" Fenrir barks at his snake brother. Much to Jormungandr's entertainment.
"Gosh you're so easy to make tense brother, ha!" Jormungandr spoke one last time before Loki stares at the two. Obviously telling them with his expression that it was time to stop.
"It's a new one I just invented at the spot," said Loki with a mischievous grin. "I'll hide somewhere in the woods, and you all have to come find me. But here's the twist - I can turn into any animal I want, and you have to chase me down."
The children and Sigyn all looked at each other excitedly at the prospect of the game, but Narfi, as always seemed a little hesitant.
"I don't know about this," said Narfi. "What if something goes wrong?"
Loki just laughed. "Relax, kid. It's just a harmless game. What could possibly go wrong?"
"Yeah brother! Listen to dad, If something goes wrong I'll protect you!" Heldril spoke proudly, always ready to protect her younger siblings from harms way.
"Well i- I was thinking more about pa-" Before Narfi could voice any further of his concerns, Vali jumps on top of him out of excitement. Causing the boy to fall on his back, "oof!"
"Oops- Let's start!!" He grind happily waving his hands around, still on top of Narfi.
"Okay, everyone close your eyes and count to ten," Loki instructed, as he snuck off into the woods to find a hiding spot.
With that the game began. Loki shifting into different animals along the way to get a head start. The children and Sigyn counted and waited before they started chasing after him, laughing and shouting.
The gods and creatures around the woods probably wondering what was going on.
The family split up. Everyone comping the woods, looking behind trees and under bushes, but Loki was nowhere to be found.
Suddenly, they heard a rustling in the bushes, and Fenrir let out a growl. "I think I smell him!" he exclaimed, as he took off in the direction of the sound.
Heldril and Narfi who had grouped up with fenrir followed him, running as fast as they could through the woods. Eventually Heldril stops as she saw Narfi gasping for air.
"Oh crap! Nari you alright buddy?" Heldril asks slightly concerned at her brothers well being. Narfi nodded just trying to catch his breath back.
"F-Fenrir is getting away we need to.."
"Get on my back brother!"
"Wha-?!"
Just like that Heldril picks Narfi up and runs her quickest to catch up with Fenrir again. Narfi was for sure taken by surprise but at least they'd make it!
Back together again, Heldril let's Narfi down and pants heavily, soon enough they caught glimpses of Loki in various animal forms - a bird, a rabbit, even a snake - it felt quite impossible to catch up to him.
Finally, after what felt like hours of chasing Loki through the woods, they all managed to corner him in a small clearing. Loki gave up and in his snake form, he carefully starts slithering up to Sigyn and around her arm she had offered him.
"You got me," Loki said with a sigh, sad they couldn't keep on playing forever.
Sigyn couldn't help but smirk as she clearly had something clever to say. As she held her husband up. "A snake huh, suits you at the very moment sly one" she spoke, teasing him excitedly.
Loki just hisses at her with his snake tounge as he transformed back into his human form and ends up in his wifes arms. "Oh shush!" He blushed rolling his eyes jokingly.
The children couldn't help but all collaps onto the ground, panting and laughing. Sigyn puts Loki down but continues to hold him close.
"That was truly an amazing adventure," Heldril said, her eyes shining with excitement.
"Absolutely! Can't wait to get back into the waters" said Jormungandr, grinning from ear to ear.
"Oh brother, such a selfish soul.." Hel shook her head in a joking manner, making fun of Jormungandr's behavior.
"Am not! I'm literally cooking out here and have for a long time now!" Jormungandr tries to defend himself, joking back. Waving his hand on himself to try to cool down.
"But seriously guys, good job! Next time, I'll be even trickier to catch." Loki jokes, picking up Vali who was exhausted to his limits. Tounge out and everything pretending to be dead.
Sigyn finds his behavior silly and chuckles, but gets to the point of what she was going to say. "Now, who's ready for some lunch?"
"You bet I am!" Fenrir barks, his tail wagging.
"Make that two, don't let the greedy wolf eat everything" Hel spoke, calmly hiding away her smirk.
"Hey! What was that for?!" Fenrir raised an eyebrow and looked offended.
"Make it three! I'd die for some juicy apples right now." Sleipnir happily joins in.
So with that the family went out of the woods and back to their picnic blanket. The rest of the afternoon was filled with food and joy, as Loki and his family enjoyed each other's company and the simple pleasure of being together.
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marvelousfandoms · 5 months
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Two thoughts I want to share regarding the loki finale:
First - this is just me theorizing based on what we know about future mcu films - I don't think loki will stay in Yggdrasil for a long time. I know we've all been devastated that he's been trapped there all alone, especially after spending two seasons building genuine relationships with other people and establishing the fact that he very much doesn't want to be alone, but Battleworld is coming sooner or later. The multiverse will soon fall apart so that parts of different universes will form it. So no matter how tight poor loki is holding those branches, they will soon dissolve, a story that will start with Deadpool 3 this summer, which is rumored to be about the tva recruiting heroes from across the timelines in order to fight the kangs (mobius and miss minutes are rumored to appear too!).
Marvel has gone downhill lately, and Loki/Tom Hiddleston is a goldmine. They will not allow him to just sit there, or limit him in cameos. Unless Tom Hiddleston has firmly decided to stop, they will use him.
Second, I hope that's It's been made clear that the big villain of the show was HWR. Because I keep seeing people claim that loki sacrificed himself in order to "clean up Sylvie's mess" and that's clear many fans completely misunderstood (or just found another reason to bash the female co lead). Everything, up until the last second, was engineered by HWR. He admitted so himself, like it couldn't have been more clear. Sylvie was just a pawn in his plan. He took a little innocent girl, gave her centuries worth of torture and trauma and turned her into a weapon in order to execute his master plan. Not just Sylvie actually. Loki, Mobius hell even Ravonna, all off them were nothing but tools for him. And his plan was unfolding just the way he wanted - he just didn't account for the possibility that loki would choose to sacrifice himself in the end, because lokis aren't supposed to act selflessly aren't they?
Anyway, that all. I do have a lot more I would like to talk about regarding s2, but I'm afraid i would dissolve into angry rants if I start (*cough* turning your female lead into a prop for the male protagonist *cough cough*) so I'll just leave it at that.
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algrimthestrong · 10 months
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@beautiful-mischief
“I’ll do it!” Aednan’s voice rang out across the throne room, drawing the attention of the heatedly debating group of people clustered around the king. Silence fell, sudden and heavy, as numerous pairs of eyes turned into his direction. Even the motes of dust in the air seemed to stop falling. There was a look of collective bewilderment on the wizened faces of Odin’s advisors and Aednan wanted to laugh out loud. He had followed the discussion of whether or not the eldest prince could be trusted with taking fair Freya’s place and retrieving his stolen hammer from Jotunheim with avid interest, and though watching Loki’s brother alternate between roaring out his fury and stammering out excuses as he tried to explain how the theft could have happened at all made for great entertainment, Aednan decided that the matter should be handed over into more capable hands.
Exchanging a quick glance with Loki, Aednan forced his twitching lips into obedience and put on an expression that was appropriate to the gravity of the situation before taking a step towards the gathered council members. “I intend no offence to Prince Thor—” he glanced briefly at the young warrior, who had been vehemently opposed to the notion of standing in for the goddess whom Lord Thrym desired for a bride, “—but I think we all agree that I will make a far better maiden than the crown prince… whose strengths lie in other domains.”    
Thor was the first to break the silence. “A brilliant idea!” he exclaimed eagerly, relief evident on his face at Aednan’s offer. He closed the distance to the elven prince with a few determined strides and clapped him on the shoulder, the grin on his face wide with the knowledge that he had just been provided with a possible way out of his predicament. “The elf will make a wonderful bride!”    
“I’m a good actor,” Aednan pressed on confidently. While briefly impersonating his twin sister to teach a lovesick suitor a lesson was not quite the same as disguising himself as the Asgardian goddess of love, travelling to an enemy realm, and tricking a giant to win back a stolen artefact, he felt that he could pull it off – with Loki’s help. “Please, let me do this. For Asgard.” What better way to convince Odin of how valuable an addition Aednan would be to the royal family than by helping return a legendary weapon to the kingdom? Aednan reached for Loki’s hand, smiling at the other prince. “You’ll come with me, won’t you? I’m going to need a trusted handmaiden to make sure I look my best for my wedding day.”
Odin huffed out an annoyed breath, his gaze shifting between the three princes gathered before him. “Prince Aednan, I cannot say that your leanings come as a surprise.” He fixed Aednan with a hard stare. “But I was not aware you had a death wish as well.” He pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “Foolish boy. I cannot allow a foreign prince entrusted to my care to risk life and limb by involving himself in affairs that are none of his business, even if your intentions are admittedly noble.”
“I will go with them.” Algrim stepped from among the crowd of Odin’s advisors and approached the king. Knowing Loki and Aednan as he did, the pair would attempt to find their way into Jotunheim anyway and likely end up getting themselves into serious trouble. Sending Thor was not an option either. Sooner rather than later, his temper would get the better of him and lead to violence. The situation was worse enough as it was; resolving it required diplomatic skill and political finesse. Though the prospect of returning to the realm whose people had robbed him of his family and his home caused a wave of nausea to swell inside him, he could not let two boys who were almost like sons to him come to harm. “Sire, allow me to accompany the princes to Jotunheim and I promise to return them home safely.”
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tired-truffle · 2 years
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Rivers and Roads
A Lokixfem!reader Fic
Word Count: 3.9k
Part 10/16
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TW: Throwing up (not on purpose) (at the end if you want to avoid it)
Things with Loki had gotten progressively worse. So much for getting close to him so he’d tell you what he was hiding. After you’d asked him if he’d had anyone special waiting for him at home, he’d become withdrawn. At first, you were okay with it, from the way his eyes had shone with grief and mixed with the simmering anger of his clenched jaw, you could understand that whatever the situation was, it was complicated. You were prepared to give him time to sort through his feelings. However, as the days progressed and his sullen mood turned sour, you grew tired of waiting. 
You’d been making such good progress. You’d started feeling comfortable around him, and even considering telling him everything you’d seen in your visions. You were glad you hadn’t, based on how snippily and rather rudely he’d answered anything you asked him recently, you had a feeling he wouldn’t be kind about what you’d seen. If anything he’d try to gaslight you into thinking you’d made it up. You’d managed to fight the visions off the past few days by willing the stone to do whatever magic it was supposed to while gripping it like your life depended on it. Though the more you suppressed the visions, the harder they seemed to push back. It was like trying to suppress a cough, but the harder you tried, the more it resisted and sooner or later your cough would come back with a vengeance. 
That was a future-you problem. For now, you were focused on getting your plan to soften up Loki back on track. You’d hit a roadblock but you were determined to move past it. You still had to figure out how Loki had pictures of you both together, there wasn’t a minute that went by that you didn’t contemplate what that meant. There was more to it than you two knowing each other in some forgotten past, there was so much loaded beneath the surface that you were afraid, but desperate, to find out. Though you never would if Loki kept acting like a sourpuss. 
The one positive was that he still shared the bed with you nightly. He’d wait for you to fall asleep before climbing under the covers, always facing away from you, though he never complained when you woke up pressed against his back. You would take that as a sign that he didn’t completely hate you, that there was a hidden part of him that was as desperate for your company as you were for his. You hated that it had come to this, that you clung to him like a lost puppy, feeding off table scraps. You rationalized it by telling yourself that you only acted this way because there was no one else to hang out with, but that was just the beginning of your feelings surrounding Loki. You were unwilling to venture any deeper.
Food was always a good way to get people to lighten up, it was always your go-to when you were feeling down, and it could help Loki get out of his funk too. 
“Chicken noodle soup?” You offered, holding out a bowl for him where he sat on the couch, an Asgardian book open in his lap. You wondered how many times he had read these books and how he wasn’t bored of them yet. Or maybe he was using them to avoid you. If he wasn’t reading he was cooking, or taking long baths, or rather anything to ignore your presence while shooting snide comments in your direction. 
He’d liked the chicken noodle soup before, even if it wasn’t real chicken noodle soup as he had so helpfully pointed out, you hoped it could start to mend this rift that had grown between you.
He didn’t bother looking up at you, “I am not hungry, you may eat your disgusting mortal meal on your own.”
That tracked based on the few comments you’d exchanged lately. You’d expected it, but it was still disappointing. 
“Are you sure, you said you liked it last time?” You tried again, a pleading smile on your face you were sure no one could resist. Well, anyone except Loki it seemed. 
“I did not want to hurt your feelings, but it tasted worse than Thor’s attempts at battlefield cooking.” He sneered.
Ouch.
“Okay,” You breathed a disappointed sigh. 
Loki glanced at you, a look of concern flashing in his eyes before quickly being replaced by indifference. You’d gotten used to that over the last few days, but it still annoyed you. If he was concerned about your feelings, why did he treat you this way? It didn’t make any sense.
You brought the soup back to the pot and dumped it back in, “It's here if you change your mind.” 
“I won’t.” He flipped a page in his book. 
You let silence fill the area as you ate your portion of the meal. He’d been mostly nice to you the first few days you’d been here, and now he was constantly making you feel unwelcome and shitty. You guessed the honeymoon period was over, he’d realized he didn’t want to share his space and didn’t know how to ask you to leave. It seemed like he was trying to be cruel in order for you to leave on your own so he could absolve himself of any guilt over letting you fend for yourself out there. 
No way were you leaving, even a grouchy Loki was better than the beasts outside. You weren’t even sure how to start a fire on your own, you’d freeze in one night and that would be that. 
You were frustrated. You’d done everything you could to make this situation as manageable as possible, and he had sabotaged all your hard work. You helped clean and cook, and were more than willing to play cards with him or read in silence for entertainment, but he would have none of it. He called your attempts to get him to participate in activities with you pathetic, and the way he said your name made it sound more like an insult than an endearing nickname. 
Not only had he started treating you like crap, but he was also hiding so much, evading your questions, and most important of all: He knew you. 
The more he kept acting like this, the more you felt certain that your visions were of the past, they were the memories you were missing. Loki had to know, and he was willfully, if not maliciously, keeping that information from you. 
You found yourself getting more and more aggravated. Why couldn’t he just tell you something useful, why did he have to shut you out? 
Pressure started to build behind your eyes, why couldn’t Loki just be cooperative for once in his fucking life?
The vision took you so fast that you barely had time to grab the rock to help keep one foot planted in reality, while the other was sucked back through memory lane. 
You’d allowed your irritation with Loki to distract you enough that you hadn’t noticed the roaring in your ears or the lightheaded feeling that always accompanied the visions.
You were able to brace yourself on the warm oven door handle, you’d just placed your bowl on the metal surface, ready to scoop more soup, when you were quickly whisked away. 
You stood on a hill that overlooked a sleepy European-style village. The light breeze blew the scent of the ocean air around you, the stunning pink and orange sunset tinging the land in vibrant colours. You could see people milling about in the town below as people went home from work or visited with friends. There was a quiet sense of companionship and community that filled you with ease. You closed your eyes, feeling content in the space, it reminded you of the smell of home, though not the one you could remember, one that had been lost in your mind, only to be unlocked by the sounds of seagulls as they flapped along the shoreline. 
When you opened your eyes you looked past the village, towards a smaller cottage-like house that was set farther away from the others. It was the same beige and brown plaster and stone build, but there was a tug in your chest, a pull towards that little cottage like you knew you’d find the comfort and warmth you so desperately sought.
That wouldn’t happen for you, as much as you may want it, you were once again not in control of your body. The one you did control was gripping the oven door handle and stone in your pocket, desperately trying to hang on to some semblance of consciousness. 
“I was hoping I would find you here.” A deep and rumbling voice said from behind you. 
You turned to find a man with shaggy, shoulder-length, blond hair, a scruffy beard, and what looked to be a cozy set of pyjamas pants and a large, stained sweater, strolling towards you up a hill. He had a scar across his right eye, the colour not quite matching the other. He had a beer in one hand, and the other rested on his rounded stomach.
He smiled at you but it was missing that signature spark that you knew should be there. You felt concerned for him, the way his eyes glassed over as he stood beside you and looked over the town, his town, there was something very very wrong. 
“Thor,” You greeted, his name slotting into place, you knew him, this was Loki’s brother, “How are you holding up?”
“Me?” He asked with a little laugh, “Better than ever!” His words sounded hollow. Loki was clearly the better liar of the two. 
“And you, Princess?” 
It seemed Loki wasn’t the only one who indulged you with the name you’d chosen, “I’m fine.”
Your words were equally hollow. There was a deep pit of sorrow and dread in your stomach that latched onto your voice. You were both lying to each other, you both knew it, but if one of you called out the other that would mean you would also have to admit your true feelings. 
“I saw Loki brooding near your cabin and I have found you up here, wistfully staring to where you know he will be waiting for you,” Your cheeks heated up as Thor grinned at you, “I have a special Godly sense for when my brother has messed up, which is a lot, so I am very good at telling.” 
While Thor and Loki looked nothing alike, the way Thor’s smile curved up a tiny fraction and that knowing look he gave you, you could see the resemblance as clear as day. 
“It was nothing, just a little argument. He doesn’t think I should be going, too dangerous for a mortal and all that.” You brushed him off, “I promise I’m fine.”
Thor nodded solemnly, turning his attention back to the town. He took a swig of his beer and burped, “My brother hasn’t made your time in our universe easy. I’d never blame you for being upset with him. You were quite brave to vouch for him after what he did bringing you here, though I have to admit he’s been on much better behaviour since you made yourself responsible for his actions. I think he’d do much more than sulk if you were imprisoned on his behalf, especially without the use of most of his magic.”
You had done that, hadn’t you? You hadn’t ended up going to some far-off planet with him like he’d said, but instead, you’d stayed on Earth with the rest of the Asgardians. It was your fault that Ragnarok had destroyed their home, though you could tell that this New Asgard had more people than it would have had, you still felt responsible. You wanted to help, though you weren’t sure what you could do besides make sure Loki was able to stay with his brother, Asgard’s King, in their time of need in hopes of letting Loki offer his brother some support.
But guilt was not so easily assuaged, even for an Asgardian King.
Your mind stumbled to catch up to that other small point that Thor had casually thrown out, your time in their universe? What was that supposed to mean? 
“I’m not really upset with him,” You kicked at the ground, stuffing your hands into your pockets, “His reaction is to push me away and be angry rather than risk being hurt if something were to happen to me. He’d try to convince himself it didn’t matter because he didn’t care about me.”
“You know my brother well, it is good that he has you to care for him.” Thor’s tone hinted at something more.
“He’s my friend,” You shrugged, “I don’t want to upset him, but I have to help fix my mistake, I know it will work, I can feel it. We can all come back here to celebrate after.” You gave Thor your most confident smile, but the weight of his gaze caused it to slip from your face.
“It is just as much your fault as it is mine, you could not be expected to remember every detail of what happened, nor I could have known that my axe would not cut clean through his arm.” 
You smiled sadly, “Stark expected that of me.”
Thor scoffed, and put his hand on your shoulder, squeezing enough that you had to suppress a wince, “Stark does not understand the burden that was placed on you, to have the lives of so many resting on your shoulders is no easy task, and you are doing a fine job. I have you to thank for the lives of so many Asgardians and the life of my brother. Even if Asgard is gone, you saved more than I was able to, and I will never forget that.”
You looked down at your feet, tears pricking at your eyes. Thor released your shoulder and clapped you on the back, knocking you forward a few steps, “Besides, we have the chance to right the past now! We won’t make the same mistakes again.”
There was more you weren’t prepared to say, but you could tell that this version of you was ready to do anything you could to fix whatever had led to you standing on that hill, dread and grief boiling in your stomach. Your determination scared you, you’d never been so sure and so scared of anything in your entire life. 
“Of course,” You wiped the tears from your eyes and patted Thor’s arm, “Let’s go gather Loki, we have some infinity stones to collect.”
You blinked and you were back in the bunker, your white knuckle grip on the oven handle loosening as you adjusted. You took some deep and calming breaths. Once again you had more questions than answers. You felt silly for forgetting Thor, you thought you knew him pretty well, you’d spent years living in New Asgard. You weren’t entirely sure why you had lived with them, but you felt certain that those visions of you cooking with Loki had been from inside that cottage that Thor had called yours. Your stomach flip-flopped as you wondered if you’d lived there with him, if you were responsible for his actions it would make sense you would need to keep a close eye on him.
The newest piece of information that confused you was that according to Thor, you weren’t originally from this universe. It was hard to imagine being from another universe, or what that would even entail. Maybe one of your first ideas of being in an alternate reality wasn’t so weird after all. The dream you’d had of first meeting Loki sprang to mind, you’d said you weren’t from that world or time. Was it possible you had known you were from a different universe? It hurt your head to think about, but it also felt right.
You felt uneasy about what the supposed fix to your mistake was. The idea of collecting the infinity stones made your stomach lurch as you tried to hold down bile. You felt so queasy as you tried to focus on them that you were forced to think of something else or risk throwing up in your recently cooked soup. 
You put your empty bowl in the washing basin, you were no longer hungry. 
“I’m leaving, I will be back soon,” Loki said abruptly from behind you. You hadn’t realized he had gotten up and you jumped in surprise whirling around to find him already at the door, his leather clothes on. He must have changed while you’d been stuck in the vision, not caring if you were okay. That stung more than you wanted it to.
“Oh, okay.” You said, still trying to shake off nausea, “Are you going to get something? We’re stocked up on veggies and meat.”
He scowled at you, “I don’t need you questioning my whereabouts, you do not need to know.” 
Right, more of this. Okay, two could play at this game. 
“Enough of this.” You planted your feet, “I don’t know what about me is making you act this way, but I do know that you’re trying to push me away because you don’t want to risk getting hurt. But that shit doesn’t work, you end up hurting us both in the process.”
His eyes flashed with rage, “Has it ever occurred to you that I let you stay here merely because you are too weak and fragile to ever be ready to survive out there, not because I enjoy your company?”
You wanted to yell at him, tell him to stop being such an ass and listen to what you were saying, but you couldn’t as the visions you’d been suppressing once again caught up to you. You gripped the stone in your pocket as you were briefly transported to a world shrouded in darkness and grey rock, an orange sun glowing faintly on the horizon. The Loki in the vision held his hand out for you, you took it with an uneasy smile. 
“Are you ready?” He asked.
“As I’ll ever be.”
You knew you should recognize that place, there was a huge significance to the location that you felt like if you could just hold on to the memory a little longer, you’d be able to figure it out. 
However, like all the memories before it, it pulled you back before you were ready. You were left staring at Loki, whose irritation had softened, his hand grasping your wrist to keep you upright, and his eyes searching yours like he’d be able to see what you were seeing through them. 
When he realized you were back to reality he let go of you like you were made of fire. The mask returned to his face, and he shut you out like he always did. 
You deflated, there was no winning this fight, not when he was so determined to keep you at arm’s length. And after that vision you were exhausted, any small modicum of fight you’d had, had been snuffed out, “Be safe.” 
Loki clenched his jaw like he was physically holding himself back from saying something he would regret. He shook his head, unlocking the door and heading out without another word. 
The door closed behind him, leaving you alone in the silence of the bunker. You found yourself wishing that he would come back, even if he was cruel, anything was better than being alone with your thoughts at that moment. 
You sat heavily on the bed, fishing out the photos of you and Loki from under your pillow. You felt the plasticky material under your fingers, resisting the urge to touch Loki’s soft face as he looked down at you with a tenderness you wished you remembered. You didn’t understand how you could have gone from that to this. The green rolling hills in the background of the photos suggested they had been taken around New Asgard. You wanted to know who had taken the photos, Thor was the most likely candidate but you weren’t sure if he could figure out how to use a polaroid. You’d mentioned someone named Valkerie in one of your visions, though she didn’t seem to get along with Loki and you doubted she would take pictures for you. That Stark guy definitely wasn’t a friend, and it felt strange to picture him in New Asgard. 
When you’d talked to Stark it had something to do with a mission, if you had to guess, that would be collecting the infinity stones. Your stomach grumbled unhappily at the thought but you pushed on, determined to figure more out.
Loki had been unhappy about the idea of allowing you to help and you’d asked Stark for a sedative that could put down a God. Maybe you had been worried about him attempting the mission on his own and that was why you’d gotten the sedative. That answer was still mostly blank to you, but you felt like you had most of the pieces, it was just a matter of putting them all together. You felt dread and horror build in your throat as you tried to think of the full picture.
You realized with a start that it wasn’t dread or horror that was causing that feeling; you were about to throw up. 
You hastily stuffed the photos back under the pillow, launching yourself off the bed and booking it towards the bathroom. Throwing up on his bed would only make his attitude towards you worse. 
You barely managed to make it to the toilet in time before you were forced to empty the contents of your stomach. You hated that choking feeling, it reminded you of that unending darkness that suffocated you, trying everything to snuff you out and consume you. 
When you’d finished upheaving the contents of your stomach, you leaned against the toilet seat, the cool plastic nice against your warm cheek. It was gross to have your face on a toilet seat, but after you’d thrown up all that chicken noodle soup, you didn’t have any energy left to care. 
You vaguely heard the door to the bunker open and close, Loki had come back. He’d been gone for less time than usual, unless you’d lost track of time in your post-throw-up haze, and you hoped everything was okay. 
You managed to stand up on shaky legs and flush the toilet. You weren’t going to throw up anymore, but looking in the bathroom mirror, you found your lips were much paler than usual, and your skin was beaded with sweat. 
You splashed some cold water from the sink on your face to try to wake yourself up. It did little to help. 
You held yourself up on the wall as you made your way toward the living space. Loki was taking his shoes off when you were able to make your way out. He had a troubled look on his face, he hadn’t brought anything back with him, but you were thankful that he looked to be unharmed. 
“Is everything okay?” You asked, your voice raspy and your eyelids feeling heavy. 
Loki pursed his lips, “The beast's tracks were getting closer, if it finds us we do not have anywhere else to go and it will not relent.”
Your heart sunk into your stomach, great, yet another complication. 
“The smoke from the oven must be attracting it, you’ll have to get used to the cold, Princess, or we’ll be eaten alive.”
With a snap of his fingers, the smouldering fire in the oven you had started to take for granted died out, leaving you sick, with the cold slowly seeping in, and a snippy God of Mischief to deal with. 
Your day just kept getting better and better.
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spiritualviolation · 2 years
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that au??? THOSE SKETCHES??? I need more
GLADLY
so i only did 3 sketches of that so far since every other idea is still out in the open and i got the au idea just yesterday but like if i get more energy for this au i will certainly do more sketches
(idk if you meant that you want more in terms of info but i'll just share some info i have anyways because i'm insane and i only need one push)
i have the idea of making it a SEES thing where there was an organisation that already know about the existence of shadows. at the start of the au, everyone is in it except for joel, jimmy and shelby (maybe), but everyone knows each other at the start of the au (except shelby)
(however i still don't know what setting it should be in so that's why everyone is just in normal clothes atm)
jimmy possesses the power of the wildcard in this au only because it would be funny that everyone in the organisation turns to him like "YOU??? why do you get to possess multiple personas???" "is it not the same for everyone????"
(he's not the leader bc everyone agreed he would royally fuck up and jimmy agrees. fwhip however suggested he should be the tank and everyone agrees except jimmy)
(but also i really wanna do something with his 'canary in the coal mine' hc with that. i don't know how i would do the seablings though)
joel isn't in it cause it would also be funny but also ties in with his ignorance in the canon smp. shelby is the last person to arrive, maybe like a haru situation
the general plotline i haven't figured out yet unfortunately. that's why i want someone to discuss with me (pensive)
it's starts off with either a p3 where they fight a tower of shadows or p5 where they fight evil people's shadows. it's gonna culminate into a terrible falling out where some of them will lose their personas that form into shadows (namely the wither rose trio. maybe some others but still undecided. and also scott obv bc this massive frozen snowball of deeply rooted insecurities is undeniably going to lose his persona sooner or later lmao)
xornoth is the main bad guy, obviously. and also a persona game isn't a persona game if you don't get to fight a god at the end. which means i have a fun way of incorporating aeor and exor into the au :)
sausage, in his corruption arc, would awaken to a persona that represents his fucked up trauma (that also doubles as his shadow), basically like akechi and loki / labrys thing. the battle arena is kinda similar to the grand prix in p4 arena
joey's corruption arc is... well let's just say i'm bringing back the artificial persona concept from p3
so you know how you kill someone's shadow, that someone will suffer a mental shutdown? yeah, that's what scott's trying to do in that third sketch :)
are any of the main characters gonna die? obviously what kind of question is that
anyways that's all i got so far unfortunately
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tangledfate · 1 year
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@bravedfate asked: [ lift ] — sender playfully picks up receiver from around their waist -bowser to peach
"Let go of me!" Peach wrenched as the marauders dragged her along, rope tied to her wrists as they led her like some sort of pack animal over the plains of the void. Pink and fur and boots stained with mud from where she'd tripped only to be half dragged and wrenched back to her feet. She'd always been told that marauders were cannibals, sooner to eat you than to look at you, and as far as she knew, they didn't take prisoners; so where were they taking her?
Her answer came in the form of what looked to be some sort of pipe sticking out of the side of one final hill. Blocked off by some sort of mechanical door that shifted and opened as SOMETHING was activated; and dropping at a sharp 60-degree angle into darkness.
"In." The order came from the man holding the rope around her wrists, a tall, broad backed man with dark tanned skin and armor pieced together from jagged pieces of blue and green shells--turtle maybe? Peach blinked at him.
"Wh--..." It dawned on her just what he was expecting her to do.
"I will NOT." She snapped, fingers buzzing with rose gold seidr as she dared them to force her.
"I shant be dying in a HOLE in the ground, if you're going to kill me, get on with IT!" The last word came with a shriek of surprise as her captor seemed to grow tired of her arguments, rolling his eyes and shoving her off her feet. Hitting the metal of the pipe, she slid, falling away from the light quickly to descend into whatever fresh hell awaited her; an echoing scream of curses in her native sindr directing to her captors that had dumped her here.
The slide was longer than she wanted it to be, and yet not long enough as she came out the other side, landing hard on packed dirt with a groan. Rolling out of the way as fast as she could should someone be coming down the tube after her. A good decision it would seem as not ten seconds later did the very handler that had shoved her down the tube in the first-place land with much more grace than she had.
"King...we've brought you something..." He glanced her way, then tilted his chin to direct her to the other side of the room where another figure sat. With a frown, blue eyes followed the direction. Across the room on a proverbial throne sat a figure much larger than her own, bright golden eyes almost glowing in the darkness as they watched her. Questions raced through her mind, wondering what would happen--would they eat her now? Or worse?--but then...
"Peach...?" The dwarven princess' thoughts stilled; that voice, she knew that voice.
"Prince Bowser...?" The figure shifted, pushing themselves to standing and stepping towards her into the light. And what she saw was not the little boy she remembered. A broad chested, wide shouldered man with wild red hair and horns grinned at her fiercely. The void had not been kind to either of them it seemed--he more so if the scars were anything to go off of.
"It's King now..." King Bowser... But-- ...this wasn't Nidavellir. This wasn't his little faction of her world that he'd taken dominion of, how had he gotten here? How long had he been--?
She was up and running for him before she could think too hard about it. If he was here, she was safe, that much she knew. Their parents had their contingencies, but they'd always gotten along, there'd been a time he'd been considered for her betrothal but ultimately it had gone to Loki. Had he been disappointed? She hadn't thought about it until now; what did it matter anyway? Look where her betrothal had gotten all of them.
He caught her with ease, large hands grasping her waist and lifting her from the floor as he spun her around to lessen her momentum before trapping her in a firm hug. A hug she was happy to return.
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shadowtoons · 3 years
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“How can anyone be in love with this buffoon?” — Loki who is very annoyed
// There was another one, a Ringmaster design outfit for Loo Loo Land. (Don’t have an idea how he’ll react toward Fizz, but will think of it.) it’s still under designing-
Don’t get me wrong as well, Loki is impress of Striker, but same time Loki doesn’t have that crush interest like others do. Lol //
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