#Trials of Loki AU

[wolffoxnation2]

Trials of Loki AU Chapter 1

@parrotxx I did it!

Well atleast the first Chapter. I'm still not sure how i'll get him to earn his place back to godhood. And it was a little rushed near the end. Also havent proof read.

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Hi, I'm Loki Laufeyjarson. I used to be a god—err, Jotun. My 'godly membership' was revoked two thousand and sixteen years ago.

In my many, many years of living (if you can call most of it life), the Aesir have punished me in lots of creative ways. They've forced me to go get new golden hair for Sif. Let my mouth get stitched up. Murdered my sons and defiled their corpses to chain me to a rock. Put a snake over the aforementioned rock to drip venom on my face until Ragnarok.

But never in my immortal existence have they done something like this.

And I'm not even sure how they did it.

The last thing I remember was making an err...tactical retreat after a flyting with Magnus Chase. Being in a walnut that I definitely chose to be in, then sitting on a table surrounded by very angry Aesir, and then falling. Buildings spiralling in and out of my view. I tried to shapeshift into a bird, a dragon, or maybe even a butterfly—something that, as a Jotun, should come naturally to me, but I just kept falling, still humanoid. Which is very...uncomfortable.

Thankfully, I had a soft landing.

I sat up, groaning in a pile of leaves, spitting out a red leaf, and glaring at the park groundskeeper, who was staring at me bewildered. My ribs ached, and I was pretty sure were broken.

"What?" I snapped, "Never seen a guy fall from the sky?"

The groundskeeper's jaw dropped, and he fled, leaving his rake behind. Pretty sure he needed that.

The very annoying voice of Odin rang in my mind: YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF, LOKI.

"Very helpful, Odin. Now, how do I fix it? Do I have to watch one of your stupid PowerPoints?" I asked, "Get you a new raven?"

Odin's shrill voice boomed in my head like he was yelling too close into a microphone: FIGURE IT OUT YOURSELF.

I rolled my eyes, massaging my temples. Great. Just great. Not only do I get—

—AND MY POWERPOINTS AREN'T STUPID, Odin bellowed before going completely silent.

Well, they are, old man, I thought before attempting to pick myself up from the leaf pile. My ribs cracked and throbbed in protest, and my stomach clenched. I barely managed to stand up before I wanted to sit back down again.

My vision blurred. I was in some sort of park. Blobs that I assumed were mortal children were playing loudly on a bigger blob—a playground of some sort, maybe?— nearby. Another grey blob stood in front of me—A statue, sadly probably not of me. I could hear running water, a fountain?

I took a deep breath, which was a mistake.

"Owwwweee!" I hissed through my teeth, "Yep. Yep, ribs definetly broken!"

My entire body screamed at me to lie back down. This mortal form was so... fragile. Every movement felt like snake venom dripping on my face, only this time it was my entire body. Everything was so soft and painful — How do you humans live like this? How do you deal with being so, so...weak? So fragile? Broken that easily? I hated it!

I managed to —painfully— drag myself to a bench, which proved to me once again that my ribs were definitely broken.

On the bright side: my vision finally decided to stop pretending it's a funhouse mirror and I could properly take in my surroundings.

I was right about the statue, it was not of me. Very sad. It was of that one guy—Leaf I think his name was. Seriously you mortals should get a statute of me erected (haha) instead of that nobody.

The sound of wolves howling rudely broke me out of my thoughts.

Which meant Fenris' pups were on the prowl.

Now usually I'm fine with wolves, my own son Fenris was born a wolf after all and these were his children—my grandchildren. But, I knew well enough to tell the difference between an 'I'm hungry let's go hunt, guys' howl and an 'Oh my gods guys. I love you all so much' howl.

This howl was the former.

And I'm not sticking around for it. Not because I think they'll attack me. They wouldn't dare try that. But because watching my grandchildren tear apart a mortal or the odd demigod brings back some very um.... unpleasant memories.

With a very painful protest from my squishy, broken, weak mortal body, I got up from the bench and started hobbling out of the park.

As I trudged out of the park and up the street, It started pouring rain because I clearly hadn't been humiliated enough. Thor decided to soak me.

"Really?" I yelled at the sky, slightly regretting it at the sharp sting of my ribs.

YES REALLY, Odin's voice boomed in my head. Though that could have been my imagination or delirium from the broken ribs.

"I'd never do this to you!" I retorted, pointing angrily at my head. Earning some weird looks from passing mortals.

YES YOU WOULD, several Aesir said in unison before going silent once more.

It's true I would. But that was beside the point! 

I am once again asking how you mortals deal with this? THIS IS TORTURE! And I should know! I've been tortured! Many times!

A car driving past decided I wasn't soaked and miserable enough and lovingly gave me a splash of muddy water, soaking my clothes, causing them to cling to my body.

I snarled before shivering.

I have to get out of here fast, I thought bitterly. I couldn't stay in one place for too long, not unarmed and injured anyway; I have too many enemies. All of which want me dead. Can't imagine why, I'm a delight!

But the problem with having as many enemies as I have is that I don't have many allies. There's my wife Sigyn, she's the only person I truly trust to not stab me in the back—mostly cause her hands are full from holding the bowl over my face but I digress.

But that opens up a whole other problem: I don't know where she is. She could be across the country ceramic bowl shopping for all I know!

So that kinda leaves me only one option, and I know neither one of us is going to like it. But I am really starting to feel woozy and I don't have a choice.

I stood outside Randolph Chase's mansion—well more Magnus Chase's mansion. I think Randy died, pretty sure I killed him. Not too sure about that, some of my memories are a bit foggy. Hope that's not a permanent thing.

Despite our rocky history of me trying to kill him and possibly killing his uncle, the son of Frey has proven himself to be somewhat sympathetic to me in the past. So maybe, I could appeal to his sense of compassion.

And if that doesn't work then I'll just convince one of my children to let me in. Because my children just cannot say no to me.

Because if they say no I'll make them say yes because they owe it to me for their powers and creating them.

Yay, parenting! 

The snarling wolf knocker rattled as I knocked on the door. Seriously what was it with Randy and wolves? Like, dude your sister got mauled by wolves have some decency...oh right he worked with me. He doesn't have that.

I yawned and rubbed my eyes. Why did I feel so tired all of a sudden? Why am I even doing this?

The door swung open and I had to dodge to avoid being hit in the face, something my broken ribs enjoyed very much.

It was in fact not Magnus that made an attempt on my life through door. It was the green-headed menace that I called my child.

Alex Fierro.

He—she? I couldn't tell, guess Odin didn't just take my immortality—didn't react to me in her/his usual hateful face. Which was a good sign. What wasn't a good sign was the fact that my vision was starting to swim again.

"Hey, Alex!" I chirped, before promptly passing out.

Oh for fuck sake.

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Chapter 2: Will be written soon.

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[november-rayne]

A Gift for Loki - Summary

Young Prince Loki of Asgard is the God of Mischief and Chaos, the wild and unscrupulous little brother of Thor, and the son of the King of the Æsir.

Being second in the line of succession, Loki meticulously performs his palace duties by day, but by night he can be found living up to his reputation as a hard-core partying playboy.

Alas, a prince of Asgard cannot remain a fun-loving bachelor forever. Loki's world is turned upside down when duty calls for him to take a wife. His parents have betrothed him to the daughter of the most prominent Lord in the kingdom.

Loki would rather be dragged to Hel than to the altar, that is, until he finally lays eyes on his bride-to-be. Meeting Sigyn cracks the foundation on which he built his hedonistic reputation.

Can Loki give up his philandering lifestyle and become the husband Sigyn deserves? The Nornir have brought the two of them together; will outside forces tear them apart?

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Warnings: Explicit descriptions of sexual acts, alcohol intoxication, and drug use. Specific trigger warnings will be attached before each chapter when applicable.

This story is NON-CANON. This is an MCU/Norse mythology hybrid AU: Thor and Loki are biological brothers, and Odin isn't the worst father. Comparably, in human years, Loki is in his mid-twenties, and Thor is late twenties. Set in Asgard, the realm is described as a large kingdom with territories and hierarchies among Odin's Lords and Ladies.

Genre: Fluff and Smut. An all-round feel-good fic.

Pairings: AU Loki x Sigyn

Chapters Index 👇🏼

*Contains SMUT

1. Prologue*

2. When Opportunity Knocks*

3. The Message*

4. Denial*

5. The Lost Prince

6. Ill-prepared

7. Meeting Sigyn

8. Doubt*

9. Family Dinner

10. Paths Not Taken

11. The Betrothal Feast

12. Discoveries

13. The Chase

14. Heart to Heart

15. A Token*

16. The Best Man

17. A Kingly Visit

18. Home*

19. Seeing

20. Oh, Brother

21. Fond Farewells- Part One*

22. Fond Farewells- Part Two*

23. The Bachelor Party

24. Brother Mine

25. Reunion

26. Unexpected

27. Sigyn's Virtue

28. Sera's Trials

29. Bed Rest*

30. Purpose

31. The Wedding

32. The Reception

33. His Goddess*

34. Epilogue*

A Gift for Loki One-Shots

The Gift of the Sun* The Gift of Distraction* The Gift of Distraction - Part Two*

*Contains SMUT

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[lokisprettygirl]

Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 17 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 18

Summary: You are there for him. Loki realises that you're truly there for him .

Trigger Warning: Description of rape and assault (it's a heavy but much needed chapter), panic attack, Extreme dark themes, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, public sex, Rough violent sex, 18+, Steamy stuff, age difference ,Rough language, mention of suicide, talk of virginity and slut shaming, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff

"Fuck her harder Loki. When will you become a man? You're a pathetic disgrace" he heard his father's taunt and wiped his tears. The girl underneath him was crying too, she didn't want this, she didn't want to be in that den. He wanted to protect her, he really wanted to but he was helpless, everytime he showed concern, his father's men beat him up. Odin said that would eventually make him a real man someday. 

"I'm sorry..I'm sorry" he muttered under his breath but even the girl couldn't hear it, his voice remained low. 

"Slap her…hit her..open the road for Valhalla" he looked at Odin at the command, the girl began to struggle so his men came forward and held her hands, why didn't he help her? Why didn't he stop that cruelty? Why wasn't he strong enough to fight them? He looked at Thor, silently pleading him to help him but Thor looked away, his eyes were welled up too but he kept mum, didn't say a word. When he didn't oblige his father's command, the man lashed him brutally, leaving no space on his back without a bloody mark, he was hurt and angry so he raised his hand and hit the girl struggling underneath to shut her up, but she kept screaming and she continued to scream in his head even after she died, she forever screamed.

"Lolo?" He turned his head around as he heard your voice, only one person called him that but she seemed older, his Sweet buttons seemed around his age or even older, he couldn't tell. 

"Y/n?"

"What are you doing..let her go..i thought you were..i thought you were nice and kind..what is this?" You cried your words out and his heart broke, his sweet girl believed in him, she thought of him as an angel, a dear friend but she was so wrong and her words destroyed the last remaining piece of hope inside him.

"You're a fucking monster…I hate you ..you'll never ever be loved" 

"It's okay it's okay wake up baby…it's okay it's okay..I'm here…I'm here" he opened his eyes slowly and found you on top of him, you had his hands pinned on the bed, he was probably struggling in the wake of his nightmare. It was a nightmare. A bad dream that could very well become his reality if you find out what he did at the center, the crimes he committed, the innocent lives he ruined, if you knew you wouldn't think of him as an angel or a god, you'd call him a monster too. Before his tears could fall onto the sheet of the pillow underneath you wiped them away and then you leaned down to kiss his forehead.

"Bad dream?" You asked him softly and he tried to get up but you didn't get off him "Stayy.. please..I'm here..I'm right here" your arms wrapped around his neck and his eyes welled up again. Would you still be willing to coddle him like this if you knew his truth? "You're okay..you're okay I promise" you cooed as softly as you could, your voice barely a whisper in his ears "I get nightmares too" 

"About what?" 

"About…mommy..that last day, did you have a nightmare about that day?" He pulled away as you questioned him so innocently.

"Nooo.. something worse " your eyes flickered as he said that, you knew he had been through literal hell at the center, he never shared or opened up about the abuse, he denied to see the therapist after the trial and in the last few years he never allowed you to see him whenever he felt scared or vulnerable but you knew he had his moments, you could always see it in his eyes. You laid him back down on the bed before he'd opt to leave, if he didn't want to share that was okay, you'd be patient but you didn't want him to suffer alone with his thoughts, he winced as you placed your head down on his bruised chest, 

"Sorrry" you whispered as you kissed on the mark as if that would make it better

"It's okay, you can hurt me if you want" you put your head up to look at him as he said that.

"Why would I ever want to hurt you?" He flipped you underneath him when you questioned him, 

"I don't know..maybe for all the times I have fucked you up, i have manipulated you, used you to kill my loneliness –" 

"Lokiii" your eyes teared up as he said that. 

"That's true..that's what I have done, I have made you handicapped, you can't survive out there without me..you know why? Because I have made you like this, you're so dependent on me ..can't you see? Or I have made you blind too now?" His words were mean and venomous, you didn't know what he saw in the nightmare but you had a feeling he was hurting you just because he was hurt at the moment

"Shut up ..you don't mean it..you don't mean itt" you sniffled and his mind snapped out of the nightmarish fog he was still surrounded by. 

"Do not come for me, you hear me? I'll sleep in my room" you cried your heart as soon as he got off your body and left you alone. You just wanted to help him, get him out of that state but it didn't seem easy. You heard the sound of something breaking in his room and it only made you flinch. You wanted him to come back and hold you again but you knew he wouldn't be coming back, not tonight. 

As he sat down on his bed he cried and cried until he couldn't cry anymore, he felt so weak and he wanted to feel the pain, he wanted to suffer so he wouldn't feel like that pathetic boy who just followed his father's command. And he hurt you again, he didn't want to but you weren't budging, you wanted to help him, hold him and that's all he has ever craved in his life but accepting that help made him feel disgusted, especially from you, you were so unaware of that monster that lived inside of him. You didn't know anything about him and if he were to tell you, you'd hate him too, you'd leave him too someday. 

Next morning he didn't wake up before you. You went to the kitchen to make breakfast and the thought of him still not being up scared you, what if he did something wrong? You immediately ran towards his room and knocked several times at once like one would do when they're in a hurry, much to your relief he opened up, his hair was wet from the shower, those bruises somehow seemed worse today. 

"Something wrong?" He asked you so you shook your head and turned around to make your way to the kitchen

"I'm making breakfast" 

"And you were knocking on my door with such urgency because?" He questioned you so you shrugged and then you heard him snickering, he was in a mood. For the last few days he has been so soft and sweet that you almost forgot about his attitude problem.

"Ohhh let me guess..now that you know more about me you think every time I get a nightmare I'd run to slit my wrist like some delicate pansy ass weakling huh?" He chuckled after he finished his sentence making you more furious.

"It's the last day of the shoot I don't want to be late" you mumbled monotonously and that made him feel like a jerk. Why was he projecting his issues on you? Why couldn't he just stop hurting you? The whole day he avoided you so you gave him the space you thought he needed. The old you would have ran to him and apologized but this new you, the one who knew that her Lolo was capable of being genuinely apologetic and soft and loving, she wasn't going to apologize, he was hurting but you wanted him to open up to you, even if he'd do it on his own terms. 

Your silence was killing him, you weren't saying anything to him and that bothered him alot, normally under such a situation you'd give up and crawl back to him but he had a feeling you were going to do no such thing today. 

"Dinner? Should we get the takeout" He asked you and it made you smile but you had your head turned towards the window so he couldn't really see your gleeful expression. You wanted him to break first for once.

"Whatever you decide..it's not like I'm capable of making such decisions by myself" his jaw clenched as you said that but then again it was all his fault, he had no right to say those things to you especially after how …nice..you were to him. 

"What do you want me to do?" He took an exasperated breath as he questioned

"Nothing really, I'd just want you to not hurt me whenever you're feeling vulnerable " 

"I wasn't vulnerable" 

"So you hurt me just to hurt me?" 

"Noo I'd never do that" 

"I know…i fucking know " 

"Don't you fucking swear" he slammed his fist on the steering wheel as he stopped the car outside a restaurant.

"Don't you fucking intimidate me" you glared at him, your eyes were teary with anger, your breath seemed heavy and you looked extremely beautiful to him so he took your seat belt off and pulled you on his lap, your mouth were latched onto him in a second. What followed next were the few explosive moments of sucking each other's face as if this was your last kiss. Your hips moved mindlessly on his crotch and that made you both moan. 

"Done being a brat hmmm?" He fisted your hair in his clutch and pulled it slightly, your mouth opened as you gasped and that gave him the opportunity to slide his tongue in. 

"Only if you're done being an ass"

"I'm an arse but you still love me don't you? Why the fuck would you love me you silly silly girl?" You didn't know why but the way he uttered those words made the wetness pool in your panties. You cupped his cheeks to kiss him again, then your mouth traveled down so you could kiss on his neck "Why do you love me?" He asked again, this time his voice had gotten softer and held genuine curiosity.

"I just do..I never needed a reason, I have loved you since I knew you" your eyes teared up and so did his.

"And if you knew how evil I have been would you still love me the same?" He questioned you so you smiled 

"If you still have to ask me that question then I'm probably not loving you enough Loki so I'll wait, I'll be patient. I'll love you more and more everyday until you believe in it and when you do I'll hope you'll tell me why you feel this way, because the man I know has been my sole reason to believe in goodness. I don't care about that man who had to awful things to lessen his abuse, I care about the man who suffered more than anyone should ever have to and still carried the strength to save a life, so if that man wants to talk to me I'm all ears" you kissed his lips softly and wiped the tears that slipped down from his eyes before you opened the door and got out of the car. After shutting the door you knocked on his window so he slid it down

"Are we getting this dinner or what?" 

He got out of the car and followed you into the restaurant, he was shocked, taken aback and awestruck by that little speech you just gave him, for some reason he didn't think you had that in you, that you felt so deeply for him, he knew you loved him, cared for him but a part of him always felt frightened that you'd abandon him like Jolene did once you find out about his past. You moved around as if you didn't just drop an emotional bomb on him and for once in his life he didn't feel tormented and for a moment he couldn't hear the screams of those girls, he only heard your pretty voice and he only saw your beautiful face. 

"Those guys are staring" you mumbled as you sipped on the milkshake you had ordered for yourself, his jaw clenched as he looked behind and saw two smug looking weiners around your age. His glare was enough to scare them away and it made you smile. 

"That's my man"

When he took you home he stood under the warm shower and thought about the whole situation, everything that had happened since yesterday, when he stepped out you were cleaning the mess in his room like the good girl you have always been.

"Want me to leave?" You asked him, his wet dripping taut naked body made you want to curl up around him but you didn't want to overwhelm him because you knew he'd only push himself further into the shell. 

"Noo" he mumbled so you sat down on his bed with your legs crossed, you had a black night dress on that showed ample amount of skin. He put on a trouser and sat down next to you, his hair continued to drip so you got up and brought a towel to dry his hair, he looked up at you and his eyes were moist again 

"What is it?"

"I'm sorry about what I said last night" he mumbled softly.

"I accept it" 

"Just like that?" You smiled as he said that, then you sat down on his lap while you continued to stroke his scalp with the towel. He looked adorable like that, these moments when he allowed you to take care of him were your favorites, you valued them more than the naughty sessions, not that you won't kill someone if that meant he'd fuck you. 

"Just like that" 

"Do you miss fucking other women?" You asked him so he smiled

"I miss them hurting me which you won't do" 

"You said I can say no whenever I want" 

"You absolutely can" 

"I won't hurt you like that..I can't ..it hurts me to see you in pain" 

"I know..I'm sorry" you curled your arms around him to hug him and he sighed deeply. You weren't ready for him to speak on this matter but to your surprise he wanted to share.

"I was forcing myself on a girl and Odin asked me to hurt her brutally, when I didn't they would hurt me instead" you pulled away from him to look at him. He was sharing, he was opening himself up and for a moment you couldn't even believe it "Lashes after lashes until my skin would fall off my back" you had seen some of those scars on his back but you never dared ask him about them, it wasn't your place. 

"I raped multiple girls at the center, they begged underneath me, they cried, they pleaded for me to stop, to save their lives and I did nothing, I ruined them, i hurt them, i allowed them to die" your eyes teared up as he confessed, you knew some of the truth, you found out later when you grew up, the atrocities that occured under the reign of Odin, you weren't a stranger to that knowledge, a part of you always knew that he participated in those rituals but you never wanted to believe that he was a willing participant, he couldn't have been, he was just a child too, he needed to be saved as well. He needed to be protected too but unfortunately he didn't have his own Lolo "The reason why I'm not behind the bars as I should be is because those girls aren't here to speak for themselves" 

"That's not the reason Loki…you were a victim too" 

"I'm not a victim darling, I'm the seed of my own father and just like him there's a monster that lives inside of me too" his tears cascaded down so you wiped them away. He was scared and hurting but he still kept his emotions in check because it made him feel weak. 

"A monster would have allowed him to take me ..i wouldn't be here if you were a monster Loki" his brows furrowed as you said that.

"Did you even hear what I just said to you?" He asked you, looking perplexed as ever, how dare you still look at him as if you adored him the same? Why didn't you jump off his lap feeling disgusted by his mere existence? Why didn't you call him a monster and finish that nightmare? Why were you still holding onto him as if you were never going to leave him alone? 

"I heard everything..but you forgot what I said.. I don't care about the man who had to do awful things to lessen the abuse, i care about the man who had all the reasons to be evil but still chose to be my savior, my angel, my precious precious angel" 

That's when the facade dropped and the walls broke down, even if momentarily, but they did fall apart so violently that you heard their sounds. He clutched onto you as he placed his head down on your chest and cried and then he couldn't stop, neither did you ask him to stop, you consoled him and wiped his tears but not once you asked him to stop because that's not what he needed, all his life he was told that he was weak whenever he showed emotions but this is the strongest you had ever seen him, even at his most vulnerable you marveled at the strength he carried and the way he just wanted to take care of you would never not make you want to love him, your heart would always sore at the sight of him. 

"I didn't want to.. I didn't want to hurt them..I tried…I tried…I tried I…failed.. everytime…everytime I failed" he mumbled between his sniffles and that broke your heart, like a child he clung to you as he apologized profusely, he wanted those girls to forgive him too, for them to stop screaming so he could be at peace even if just for a minute he just wanted to be at peace. 

He cried until the headache started to set in so he pulled away and looked at you, you looked at him the same, your eyes seemed soft but they didn't seem to hold any judgment. He chipped a part of himself that he had sworn to never reveal again, he remembered how Jolene behaved when he told her about those girls, she told him that what he did was a crime and for such a crime he should have been punished by law and he agreed, she wasn't wrong, that was her way of dealing with his wrongdoings but he liked your way much better. He loved how you still held onto him as if he didn't just reveal the ugliest part of himself to you

"I have a headache" he mumbled to shift the mood, he felt sappy and emotional but that's not who he wanted to be, how would he take care of you if he was so feeble himself? 

"It happens.. I'll get you an Aspirin" as you got off his lap and turned to leave he grabbed your hand and he had something to say, when he finished you knew you'd need a dose of aspirin too because you were going to cry thinking about it all night. In a good way though. The very best way.

"I'll probably never say it again but I do love you..from the deepest corner of my broken heart I have only ever loved one girl and it has always been you my sweet sweet buttons" 

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[gerec]

Hello! Do you have a list of fics where the X-Men crossover with the Avengers? Thank you!

Here's a list of x-men/avengers crossover fics that was posted on the xmen fcff blog for you to review.

And here are some additional fics that you might enjoy! (Note that there are a mix of canon, powers and no powers aus on both lists).

Happy reading!

Runs In The Family by Anonysquirrel (chibirisuchan)

Alex knew his own reputation. Hell, he'd started some of his own reputation, because it kept some of the smarter thugs off his back. Everyone knew Alex's reputation. There was no way Hank didn't know his reputation, but he'd brought Alex into a house with some really expensive things and a lot of innocent little kids and his too-friendly, too-harmless dad.

But clearly Hank hadn't told his family anything about Alex, just like he hadn't told Alex anything about his family. At least, not about the brain-breaking parts of his family.

"I didn't know where to start," Hank said, for the dozenth time.

Featuring mpreg!Charles in a Kiss The Cook apron, overprotective!Erik in wet black leather, and baked goods. Lots and lots of baked goods.

I wanna hold your hand by sirona

No one understands what it's like growing up rich and yet more alone than anyone should be able to stand - except for people who grew up just like you, that is. In which Tony Stark goes to Oxford University and meets people and makes enemies and makes friends and changes people's minds and falls in love - amongst other tales of mishap and adventure.

Space Oddity by maimo, MonstrousRegiment, Pangea, Yaegaki (series)

Prince Charles Xavier is Deputy Commander of the TEF Heartsteel and the newest mission they've been assigned starts out less than desirable and quickly goes downhill from there. It's alright, though, he'll cope.

It doesn't help, though, that he's in unrequited love with his best friend and Commander of the Heartsteel, War-Prince Erik Lehnsherr.

The Consultant (aka A Westchester Telepath in the Avengers Tower) by lachatblanche

Prompt: "- not my field, but Tony says you've made great advances in our ability to detect and perhaps one day use wormholes, Ms. Foster," says the genetics expert SHIELD imported from London to examine re-captured Loki - Charles, maybe - but the approaching figure of Captain America is eclipsed by the towering, gorgeous mass of Jane's Asgardian on-again-off-again boyfriend; the only thing she hears is a sudden, "Oh! Oh, my," and she turns to see competition.

In which Thor and Jane Foster meet Professor Charles Xavier, telepath, SHIELD consultant and compulsive flirt, for the very first time.

It goes exactly as one might expect.

Under The Suit (We Have To Work Together) by helens78

In which Charles and Erik's X-Men team up with the Avengers, but Erik's distracted by the guy in the metal suit.

Neighbors by sav2014 (series)

The Xavier Household and the Rogers-Stark Household are neighbors.

Life of an Engineer by ximeria

The main story "Building Bridges", is the boy-meets-boy and falls in love (eventually), but it's also Erik's trials and tribulations working at Stark Enterprises, his slightly insane boss, his love life (Erik's, not Tony's), and life in general.

How to Get a Midgardian Boyfriend: a Guide by Charles Odinson by cachinnation

The king of all Asgard had three sons, and of the three Odinsons, one was golden and tempestuous and kingly, and the other two were right headaches. After Charles, Odin stopped bringing children home.

Mutant School AU by ximeria (series)

As teachers and role models for the rest of the school, Charles and Erik fail pretty spectacularly. However, in their own, slightly dysfunctional way, they work.

Modern day setting with a school run jointly by Brotherhood and X-men members, with Charles' father as the leader of one side, Logan the leader of the other, and Charles and Erik, who should be old enough to act maturely, just tend to... not.

Invictus by MonstrousRegiment

Charles, in the aftermath of an assault, and the psychological repercussions of lack of solace and support in those who are closest to him.

What's In The Cake? by Gerec

It's Tony's birthday and the team is having a party at the new Avengers Tower. Tony's best friend Emma Frost is there too, and along with Pepper have a special birthday present for their favorite genius millionaire playboy philanthropist - a giant birthday cake, complete with an absolutely gorgeous looking stripper.

Steve Rogers finds himself just a little bit in love.

#gerec rambles #fic rec #gerec's fic rec #cherik #xmen #avengers #crossover

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— A FAIRYTALE BEGINNING | chapter 10

a fate already affixed

pairing: Loki / f!half-Asgardian!Reader word count: 5,043 summary: the time for your Weaver's Reading has arrived, and Skuld tells you what she can about your future in this chapter: references to Laufey's death & Odin's past removal of one of his eyes, reader feels so 15 bc of her attitude in this it hurts, blood magic & non-descript references to blood, very blatant canonical racist attitude about Frost Giants, lots of Skuld being cryptic author notes: hello everyone, i return once more after dragging myself out of bg3 hell long enough to finish polishing and uploading this! this chapter concludes what i like to think of as "act one" for AFB (with all of the setup about soulmates, glimpses at interrealm politics, and a look at how people get their godnames in this AU), and the next chapter kicks off "act two"! i'm really looking forward to posting the six chapters that make it up; it's honestly my favourite thread of this whole AU.

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You yawn at the stars as you lean against the front side of the karvi as it sails along Yggdrasil’s branches. The bright, distant stars are nothing more than blurred lines as they fly past the ship. They remind you that (despite not being able to tell yourself) this ship moves faster than even the racing skiffs on Asgard.

The ship — you remember someone had referred to her as the Grey Wolf — arrived on the shore of Asgard this morning, spearing through a dense fog in such silence that it left you in awe. The sun had yet to crest above the horizon when the karvi docked, there only to pick up you and your mother to head to Gymirsgard.

Sleep still clung to you like the mist of a light, drizzling rain when your mother dragged you from bed to get up and dressed for this trip. Your birthday party had run late into the previous evening, even though the celebrations had started from the moment you walked into a private breakfast with your family. Even Volstagg, his parents, and his sister Birsa (who just returned from her Valkyrjur trials), were all invited to the family breakfast. It was the first of many surprises for your fifteenth birthday.

Fifteen.

A smile works its way onto your tired face as you remember once more. You’ve looked forward to today for as long as you can remember. You can’t count how many times you’ve dreamt of your visit to the Weavers of Fate over the years. Of facing Skuld before Mímisbrunnr.

Skuld reveals one moment — just one — from a Drekasál’s vast future when they visit her after they’ve turned fifteen. A moment that you’ve been told again and again no dragon ever reveals to anyone else. Not even their soulmate.

A thrill of anticipation sings its way through you, winding through your limbs and rattling your breath. To keep something so close, so secretive, must mean that it’s a moment of unparalleled importance to a dragon. You’re meant to be able to tell your soulmate everything. You’re meant to trust them with the best and worst of who you can be.

Your imagination runs wild with a dozen ideas of what could be so important, each one spilling across your thoughts like a overflowing bottle of watered-down ink on heavy parchment.

You look behind you at the three dozen other drekabǫrn on the karvi. More than half a dozen conflagrations are on this ship with you and your mother. Each of them a different size, and from a different realm. Dragons from across the Realms of Yggdrasil, all headed to speak with the Weaver of Futures.

It’s painfully obvious how much you stand apart from the others. They came with their conflagration; you only have your mother at your side. For the first time since you met him, you can keenly feel the two year age gap between you and Gauti. Too young still to receive his own glimpse of the future, Gauti waits back on Asgard with the rest of your family.

In some ways, you suppose it’s a bit silly to only really feel that age gap now. In all the years you’ve known him, the only lessons you’ve ever shared with him are the Drekasál ones. He’s a child of the Court of Asgard like you are, but he’s also in the class below yours, so you’ve never shared those lessons with each other. Still, watching how close the other drekabǫrn are with their conflagrations reminds you of Gauti. And not just of Gauti, but of Loki, Thor, Baldr, and Volstagg. Part of you yearns to return home already. To the familiarity and warmth of your friends.

Soon. Soon you’ll head home. You just have to get through this visit to Gymirsgard, and then you can return home.

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Your first glimpse of Gymirsgard comes as you approach the realm, the excited gasps and chattering from the other drekabǫrn drawing your attention from the distant stars.

The blue star of the Jǫtunheimar system blazes brightly in the distance — though for you, it just appears white. You only know that it’s blue because of your lessons about the various star systems of Yggdrasil.

In the open space before Jǫkullknǫttr — the star — sits Gymirsgard in all its wondrous glory.

Unlike Asgard’s unique standing as a small, flat realm, Gymirsgard is a round planet, its only edges that of its atmosphere. Truthfully, for a realm, Gymirsgard is on the smaller side. Yet it not only houses more Drekasál than you can imagine, it’s also the same realm your mother and uncle were born to. For decades — centuries even — Gymirsgard was the only realm they knew. It was the realm they called home before home became Asgard.

You eyes quickly shift away from Gymirsgard to look at the vast, open space that occupies most of your view, scanning for the one other planet of this system with sharp eyes. The realm forbidden to all — and for good reason. After what happened to Princess Laufey, to High Lady Dagmær, to your uncle, and to so many other Drekasál and Asgardians there, no one should step foot on that accursed realm.

Jǫtunheimr. A realm full of icy darkness and ravenous monsters. A realm that will rip the life from any who dare venture to it.

You don’t see the ice planet though, wherever it is. Good.

Your attention shifts back to Gymirsgard as you approach the realm. Second by second, the realm swallows up the view in front of you, until the karvi is descending through the atmosphere, and the stars are swallowed by the sky and the clouds.

Your mother leans against the side of the karvi beside you as the starship breaks through the heavy clouds hanging over this part of the realm. She peers out over the vast, forested land below with a fond smile. Shifting her gaze, she points towards a seaside city in the distance, a wide smile you don’t see too often on her face.

“That’s Krossavík,” she tells you.

The name strikes a familiar chord in you, but at first you can’t place the name. When you do, it’s like a strike of lightning zips through you as you remember where you’ve heard it before.

“The city you grew up in?”

“The very one.” Her hand falls, and her smile fades a little. “It’s quite strange. Sveinn and I are from the same city, and yet we spent so long trying to find each other after our Soul Awakenings.”

“How long?” you ask, leaning your chin against your crossed forearms as you stare at the city. In the distance, you can see a few dragons in flight, returning from the sea to Krossavík. From here, you can’t hear the beat of their wings, or make out anything that makes them stand apart from other dragons. They’re just dragon-shaped blobs of grey, soaring over the grey sea.

“A century or so. Your uncle is only a little more than a decade younger than me, but I was gone from Gymirsgard by the time his Soul Awakening happened. We only met because I came home to see my mother.” The smile on your mother’s face fades further, becoming softer, sadder.

“Will we see here while we’re here?” you ask, excitement bubbling in your chest. You’ve never met your grandmother, and your mother rarely speaks of her. Photos of her are even rarer.

“No, no, she won’t be at the landing ground, my star,” your mother says. She reaches out, placing a gentle, comforting hand on your shoulder. She knows you’ve always been curious about your grandmother, what with how you prod about learning more about the dragon you’ve never met whenever your mother or uncle brings her up.

You pout a little at her words. It’s followed by a soft chuckle from your mother, and then a kiss placed atop your head.

“You’ll meet her someday, I promise,” she vows.

“But when?” you ask, impatience threaded in your words even as you keep them hushed so as not to draw the attention of the other dragons. You draw away from her, standing tall and looking Kára in the eyes. “This is the first time we’ve left Asgard. And we’re here, Mamma. Why can’t we just go see her?”

Kára looks away, but you continue to stare at her. She closes her eyes, shaking her head. She says, “It’s a lot to explain, especially now. I would love for you to meet her, it’s just… not the right time. Not with everything else.”

Everything else. That mysterious phrase is the bane of your existence. All you’re allowed to know is that phrase has something to do with her Weaver’s Reading. Something she can’t tell you. Something she is never allowed to tell anyone.

You let out a frustrated breath, leaning against the side of the karvi again, your back to her. You don’t look at Kára. Instead, you watch the land that passes below and the other drekabǫrn as the conflagrations mingle with each other. None of them come near you, though you can see the way their eyes dart to stare at you for a few seconds now and again.

Neither you nor Kára speak for the rest of the ride. You don’t even look at her, ignoring her presence the best you can.

When the karvi lands, it’s in a valley to the far north of Gymirsgard. A narrow stream flows out from the mouth of a cave at the end of the valley, the bubbling sounds of it lost beneath the flurry of activity of the conflagrations jumping over the side of the ship. You sigh, then heave yourself over the side of the ship, landing in the soft, crunchy layer of snow that barely covers the top of your boots.

You watch as the different conflagrations separate from one another entirely. The vængforinginn of each conflagration checks that their drekabǫrn are accounted for, and the adult dragon with each one merely hovers nearby.

There’s another crunch of snow beside you, one that causes your eyes to dart over before they shift towards the drekabǫrn once more; Kára hopped over the side, joining you in observing the drekabǫrn. She places a hand between your shoulder blades after a few second, guiding you forward, and everyone begins the short trek over to the cave.

The drekabǫrn trade glances with each other — and with you a few times — as all of you make your way towards the cave. Kára’s pace is swift enough that, soon enough, the two of you are leading.

Everyone is (mostly) silent during the walk. The crunch of snow is the loudest sound in the valley as you walk alongside the river that spills from the cave. Even the birds have gone quiet, the presence of so many dragons setting the forest on edge, it seems.

The conflagrations stop several metres from the cave’s mouth, but Kára keeps walking the two of you forward. You can feel the eyes of everyone drilling into your back, sending waves of unease up and down your spine. Something in your chest claws at your heart and lungs, begging you to pay attention to the danger that lurks at your back. It takes everything in you not to look back at them.

Kára stops just before the mouth of the cave, and you turn to face her, finally looking at her again. Her eyes are focused on the cave beside you. There’s a brief twitch in her jaw, a sign of her unease with being here. It makes you wonder if she’s remembering her Weaver’s Reading once again.

Her voice is hushed as she tells you, “Once you step inside, you cannot come back out until Skuld releases you. No matter what you see, what you hear, you do not leave. Understood?”

Your skin prickles at her words, hairs raising along your limbs and the back of your neck as you realise the extent of her unease.

“I understand.” You step away from her, into the cave itself. The two of you stare at each other for another moment. Then you nod at her before turning away and making your way further into the cave.

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Your first steps into the cave are tentative. There’s soft torchlight coming from a few metres in, and you pass by the first of the torches on soft feet. You look back over your shoulder only once, after you’ve passed them. Your mother still stands there at the mouth of the cave, alone. It’s an unusual, unsettling sight. Uncle Sveinn is always with her. Always.

Except for this one time. He wasn’t allowed to come along for this journey. No one would explain why. All they would say is that he had to remain on Asgard.

You face forward again and continue down the tunnel.

Torch after torch, the tunnel turns into an ascending loop. Your footsteps are the only sound besides your soft breaths. Even the torches are quiet, which is far more unsettling than you would have expected. You make your steps as light as you can, your ears straining for any sounds besides your soft footfalls.

You continue your ascension, winding higher and higher with each loop. You’re not certain, but you think the loops are wider now than when you began — not that you can really tell.

When you finally reach the end, you find the tunnel opens up into a wide cavern room. There’s a slow, watery glow to the room as you step past the threshold. Like you’ve walked into a world beneath the waves, despite never stepping foot beneath water. All through the room, you can see stalactites dripping from the ceiling and stalagmites rising up from the unnaturally smooth floor.

“Ah, she finally arrives,” a voice calls out. Skuld’s voice, it has to be. You turn in a circle as you venture further into the room, searching for the Weaver, whose voice echoes all around you. “We have long awaited this day, little drekabarn. We have watched you with great curiosity. Your future is shrouded more than most.”

“Shrouded? What do you mean, Weaver?”

“Just as I said. It’s unusual for one like you. However, it always signals an interesting future as it unravels. Now, come. There is much for you to see and learn.”

Skuld glides out from behind you without warning, her footsteps soundless. You jump at her sudden appearance, wondering where she appeared from. Your back was to the cavern entrance, and you’re positive you looked at every shadow you passed as you stepped further inside. Still, you follow her as she moves deeper into the cave.

It strikes you how little of the Weaver you can see, the same as it did when Loki and Volstagg were given their god-titles. A black shroud covers her face, forbidding you from seeing beyond it, and a black dress that drags soundlessly across the floor, covering all but Skuld’s hands. Hands that you had assumed would be clean and boney, but are actually heavy, worn, and scarred.

As you cross through the cave, you approach a small seating area. Two large, dark rugs with the faint workings of a pattern woven into them, covered in a myriad of pillows, and a small circle of stones set between them. The arrangement is set at the base of what appears to be a well. The source of the watery glow of the room, if the way the ripples seem to fall onto the ceiling above it is any indication.

Mímisbrunnr. The Well of Wisdom.

Awe dances through you at the sight of an object so revered and sacred. Over the aeons since this Well was discovered, so many have sacrificed pieces of themselves just for a bit of knowledge they sought.

All-Father Odin sacrificed his eye to Mímisbrunnr years ago. No one truly knows what he’d sought an answer to when he did so, but it’s easy to guess what answers he likely sought. He sacrificed it to learn how to end the war with Jǫtunheimr. It was where the All-Father went after, appearing on Jǫtunheimr with one less eye before leading Asgard at Eldgard’s side against the Frost Giants once more.

The All-Father ended the war, but the Well had apparently not told him how to win it without losing the one he fought to bring home. Princess Laufey died on that frostbitten and cursed realm, never to know the warmth of Asgard again.

Skuld takes her seat on one side of the Well, gesturing for you to sit opposite of her. Once you’re settled, she reaches across the space between you, taking one of your hands and drawing it closer to her. Flipping it over, she leans forward and raises your palm to her shrouded face. With the index finger of her free hand, she traces lines over your palm — not following the ones etched into your skin, but different ones.

“You are remarkably calm and quiet, for one who does not know what I am doing,” Skuld says as she continues to trace lines over your palm.

“I’m not worried,” you tell her. Her tracing falters for a moment, like your answer surprises her. “I have faith in whatever you’re doing.”

“You have more faith than most. Most curious. Perhaps it is because you’ve been raised among the vættir, rather than the Drekasál,” Skuld says. You don’t say anything, despite all the questions that crowd your tongue because of her words. You have more questions than the Weaver would ever be willing to answer, that much you know.

Upon releasing your hand, Skuld sits back. You draw your hand back, placing it in your lap with the other. Only then do you allow yourself to as her the one thing that begs to be spoken.

“Why would other Drekasál not have faith in you, Weaver? You reveal Soul Awakenings, you tell us what is to come. Should we not have more faith in you than the vættir?”

“How do you break the faith of a people, and still have them seek your mercy?” Skuld asks, her voice suddenly sad and hollow. You can’t see her eyes, but you can feel her gaze as it sits heavy on you.

For several long moments, you’re quiet as you turn over her words, searching for an answer. For her part, Skuld does not press you to answer her, letting you come to your own conclusion about her question.

Mercy. Mercy implies that Skuld has more power over the Drekasál than you thought. That, if she chose to, she could punish your people. But punish them for what? And why, if their faith was broken, would they still go crawling to the Weaver, seeking Skuld’s generosity? What could she have promised —

A promise. Skuld promised them something. Something about the future. Something that they clung to desperately for so long, a hope perhaps, but —

“You promise them a hope they need, but they lose faith in that hope,” you finally say, your words slow and not entirely sure of themselves.

Skuld does not say anything, but she does nod. Something inside you fractures and weeps at the realisation. Skuld promised hope to your people about something, something they once desperately wanted to believe in. A hope they needed to believe in, and yet they have lost belief in that hope ever blooming true.

You look away from the Weaver, to Mímisbrunnr.

Silence fills the air between you both for long minutes. You think Skuld might be letting you process her answer, but it’s impossible to tell. To you, she’s just a shrouded figure, no expression to give away her thoughts. After too much silence, though, you turn back to Skuld, more words dancing sharp and angry on your tongue. Skuld speaks before you can let any of them spill forth.

“Twenty-four.” She says this like it’s an answer. When you look at her with a confused expression, trying to puzzle out the number, she explains. “Your Soul Awakening will happen in your twenty-fourth year.”

That’s nearly a decade from now. You’ve already waited forever for your Weaver’s Reading, and now you have to wait almost as long for your Soul Awakening? Impatience burns inside you.

“Isn’t that a bit old for a Soul Awakening?” you ask her. You can hear the sharp indignation in your words, and you lift your chin in an imitation of your royal friends.

“No. A soul Awakens only when it is ready. Twenty-four is a perfectly normal time for one to do so, drekabarn. Your mother's soul did not Awaken until she was twenty-seven, and her soulmate's did not Awaken until he was twenty-two.” You watch as Skuld stands, leaning over Mímisbrunnr. “I have seen souls Awaken when they are as old as seventeen, and I have seen souls Awaken as old as nearly forty. Dragonsouls are curious in that way.”

There’s the sound of something — multiple somethings being moved through the waters of the Well. The Weaver draws out several small logs from the Well, and you watch with rapt curiosity as she sits down, arranging the logs in the circle of stones.

A firepit, you realise. But the logs are wet. How does she expect to —

“Normally Mímisbrunnr requires sacrifice to learn,” Skuld says, interrupting your thoughts, “but you are not partaking in its waters, and it bends to the will of Yggdrasill, as we all do.”

“What do I need to do?” you ask her.

The Weaver passes you a knife, saying, “Three drops of blood onto the logs with the wish to know of your future. When I light the logs they will show me three things. Your most likely future paths, what your life might be in the more definitive of those paths, and which moment in your future you must hear today.” At the query on your face, she tilts her head to the side. You think she might be smiling. “Have faith, young dragon. The logs will light.”

Faith. You have plenty of that where the Weavers and Yggdrasill are concerned, even if so many other Drekasál do not.

So you listen, grimacing as you carefully make a shallow slice along the tip of your index finger. You hiss out a breath, the sting sharp as you squeeze it, letting three drops of blood fall onto different logs. Once that is done, Skuld hands you a small strip of wet cloth. You wrap it around your finger, hissing sharply at the stinging burn it causes.

Then, Skuld utters a word you don’t understand. You feel the ancient power that surges through the room. It condenses within the logs, coiling tight, then — it snaps apart, and the logs are ablaze.

You lean back on your uninjured hand, the other raised in front of your eyes at the sudden brightness. You expected thick smoke to blanket the room, but none rises from the logs. When you open your mouth to speak, Skuld raises a hand to ask for your silence. It’s only then that you realise she’s staring into the fire. You sit there, blinking as your eyes adjust to the firelight, until it no longer burns them to look at the Weaver.

“Your future is most interesting,” Skuld says. She leans closer to the fire, tilting her head to the right as she does. “I see many points that I could tell you now that will never change, no matter which paths you wander as you head towards your destiny. Most curious for one whose future is still so murky and ever-shifting.”

The hairs on your neck and arms raise. You’ve never given much thought to having a destiny. A future, a purpose to your life, yes, but not a destiny. It’s a weighted word. One that makes you think that, perhaps, you might become greater than you’ve ever let yourself imagine. That, maybe, you might live up to the legacies your parents have left for you to follow in the footsteps of.

And yet, the idea also unsettles you. To have a destiny means great things await you, yes, but you know the legends. The stories you have read, the histories you have memorised, all fall into similar patterns.

Greatness does not come without sacrifice, without pain.

“Weaver, what do you see?” you ask her, your words effused with curiosity about what she is seeing.

“I see many things, drekabarn. Every path that you might walk is open to me. I see wars that cannot be evaded, and wars that might never happen. I see a love that burns as bright and beautiful as the Kveldlagi of nights, and lasts for a lifetime; just as I also see loves that will burn like fires lit on a rainy day. I see death that will consume everything. I see your hopes, and your joys. Your wishes and dreams. Your sorrows and fears. I see the paths that you can walk, and the heartache that will shadow so many of them.”

The fire between you burns lower, barely more than embers and small puffs of flame compared to the small campfire it was just moments before. Skuld waves her hand over the embers, the fire banking until it is little more than glowing embers. The Weaver waves her hand over the fire again, and the embers begin to shift and glow in new patterns.

“I know which moment I must tell you. Are you prepared to hear?”

You suck in a breath and nod. Your heart thunders loudly in your chest. Anticipation chokes your limbs and shortens your breaths.

“Yes. I am prepared, Weaver.”

“Then listen closely to what I have to tell you, young one.”

Skuld gestures to the embers. You watch as they begin to glow in a way that forms the shape of a person. Her hand is outstretched, reaching for the hand of someone you can’t see, the image cut off. All the embers show of the other person is their hand, the details lost on you.

“This is what you must know,” Skuld begins. “You were whispered to my ancestors by Yggdrasill. Foretold by It to bring change to a great many things across Yggdrasil’s many branches. You will grow into a power that few will rival, blessed by beings far greater and more powerful than the vættir.

“Your path begins with this moment: on the day of your Soul Awakening. Much of your fate shall be sealed in the days after, for on the day of your ceremony, you will find the soul that the Voiceless One has bound you to in this life.”

You straighten up, mouth dropping open at Skuld’s words. You look at her with open awe. Warmth and giddiness floods your veins, and you don’t even attempt to hide the happiness this brings you — not that you could if you’d tried. To have your path align with your soulmate so early on? It is nothing short of a blessing by Yggdrasill for the bond the Voiceless One wove you.

You wait with bated breath for her to tell you more. To reveal any more scraps about the day of your Soul Awakening Ceremony. When she doesn’t say more, you hesitantly ask, “What else can you tell me, Weaver?”

Silence permeates the cavern, broken only by the sounds of breathing, of your heart thudding loudly, and the faint sound of trickling water. Finally, Skuld speaks once more.

“There is nothing else that I can tell you. That which I find worth telling you I cannot, for it might change the path you walk currently in ways that cannot be undone.” You bite your tongue, stopping yourself from pleading with the Weaver to reveal more to you anyway. If Skuld is concerned about changing the path you walk, then you must heed her. She's directing you towards the future you should walk, in the only way that she can in this moment. It surprises you when she speaks again. “Though, I can say this, for it is but a simple reminder. Protect your soulmate. Stand by them through all hardships, and always live for them. The Voiceless One chose this bond for a reason.”

“A simple reminder,” you murmur.

Tucking the words into your heart, you silently vow to never forget them. You’ve heard similar variations to that reminder before. More times than you can remember, your family has told you the Voiceless One chooses each bond for a reason.

It reminds you of when Frigga told you that the soulmate bond is a mixture of soul and blood magic. Of when you worried and wondered about if the bond was truly a curse in disguise, and how Lord Ivarr and Lady Tryggvadóttir’s interactions as a newly bonded pair banished such an idea. That afternoon showed you how well the Voiceless One chooses the bond for each of her children.

After all, how can something so effortless and comforting ever be a curse?

You do your best not to remember your exchange with Loki in the garden. Or the heavy, unspoken distance that lives in so many of the silences between the two of you these days in the presence of your conflagration.

Skuld stands without another word, beckoning you to follow her. You stand quickly, trailing after her as she returns to the mouth of the cavern. She stops before the mouth, and you step to the other side, but stop so you can turn and look at her. You place your left hand over your heart, bowing to the Weaver.

“Winds favour you, Weaver Skuld,” you tell her. Skuld pauses, as if your gesture has surprised her, and then copies you.

“Winds favour you, Lady Kárudóttir. I look forward to our next meeting. It will not be long now, before the vættir know your name.”

A shiver of excitement works its way down your spine. Skuld’s words promise to you that your godnaming will be soon. You smile, bowing to her once more. And then you turn around, and head back down the tunnel so you can return to your mother.

Each step is another one towards the destiny that awaits you.

( next chapter )

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#loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki imagine #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x you #loki laufeyson x y/n #a fairytale beginning #the prince and his dragon #of fire and of ice #amphi writes

[imposterogers]

Honestly it makes no sense, why bother bringing up Pietro again in Wandavision played by Evan Peters if he wasnt going to be used in some way in MoM, Wanda could have gone looking for both her kids and her brother

the loki series, wandavision, nwh, and dr strange just not connecting despite it all being about the multiverse makes such little sense. and the thing is, these would have all been so easy to tie them together

-the loki series should have chronologically been first and established that kang LET the multiverse happen (rather than continuing to “trim” branch realities)

-next wandavision, where somehow at the end of the series it’s revealed that while agatha was controlling ‘ralph bohner’, she didn’t give him his powers. hinting that he may very well have been xmcu pietro (or a version of) drawn in from an alt universe now that the multiverse is back in full spring

-then in nwh dr strange offers to cast a theoretical spell to essentially shut peter up that shouldn’t work (bc it’s based off a functioning multiverse) but it does work. this is when dr strange and other sorcerers start to realize the problem may be bigger than they think.

-dr strange 2. he’s on trial for using the spell, but the spell shouldn’t have worked. evil dr strange (who should have been the main villain), heartbroken and drunk on power, begins killing other dr stranges to become even more powerful. meanwhile wanda, realizing that while ralph/peter may not be her brother (just an alt drawn in by her au world), there may be a reality where he never died (n her kids). instead she finds the xmcu, and in a rage accidently transports some of them to the main timeline.

-at the end of dr strange2, stephen realizes that if HIS alter was able to go thru the multiverse causing trouble, there might be more dangers to come. enter kang, who started it all

#marvel #mcu #dr strange #wandavision #Loki #x men

[lore-olympus-saga]

so it's fairly common knowledge by now that Odin practiced what was seen as feminine or gay magic, Seidr, which involved crossdressing and maybe even being the bottom to a man during sex. Odin may even have a woman's form he changes into to perform the practice. He and Loki are both trickster gods of a sort, after all. Any head cannons for your au you might have in that regard?

Oh my! This ask needed to be answered for so long! Sorry for the late response <3 and here's a little few headcannons.

So I had a few ideas I've never pushed, since I have focused a lot on Loki, but one of the ideas I had was that both trickster would infiltrate Olympus to spy on them. In some myths Odin would transform himself and pass as a old man or woman to see for himself what's going on so that's the mindset I'm having

When they infiltrate they have two way of going:

Odin plays the journalist/paparazzi with his crows. I drew a female version of him there, which he would do so people don't link the missing eye and crows right away. Also, since he's the Allfather, if he gets caught Olympians may be MORE than pissed at this blatant spying. (oooh political tension yes~)

Loki goes about as being eye candy and over the top as a bimbo to see if anyone would slip around them.

To be honest, I see Odin doing this really when shit is about to hit the fan (exemple: Kore's trial or right after Kronos's attack) most of the time he has to be in Asgard which is why Loki is usually the one lurking about. Plus he has his crows he can send, but in my headcannons it's more to keep and eye on Loki themself.

(Since I draw Loki with elf-like ears I like the idea that people would assume they're a nymph before they just go "Wtf, no?")

#lore olympus #norse myths #norse mythology #myth loki #lore olympus au #lore olympus saga #lo fanart #loki #lo critical #ask response #thanks for your ask :3

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Loki and Sigyn Headcanons/Notes Masterlist

Logyn Fluff Headcanons

Sleeping Headcanons

Family and Affection Headcanons

How They Deal with Being Sick

Wedding Day

After Wedding Feast

Courtship Highlights

When They Realize They're in Love

If Tony Hit On Sigyn

NSFW Headcanons (18+)

Honeymoon Phase//Honeymoon Cont.

When They're Drunk

When They're Both Drunk

Loki and Sigyn's Second Wedding//Part 2

Why Loki Fell in Love With Sigyn

Why Sigy Fell in Love With Loki

Loki and Sigyn as Roommates

When Sigyn Falls Asleep on Loki's Shoulder

How They Comfort Each Other

Playing Uno

Logyn Angst Headcanons

Disagreement Headcanons

The Silent Treatment

Sigyn's Nightmare//Loki's Reaction

First Argument

Sigyn's Reaction to Loki's "Deaths"

Sigyn's Reaction to Seeing Loki's Jotun Form

When Loki Wakes from a Nightmare and Sigyn is Asleep

Sigyn's First Nights Alone Post Thor

Loki Fam Headcanons

Uncle Thor

Thor's Reaction to Finding Out He's an Uncle

What Loki and Sigyn are Like with Thor's Kids

Loki's Reaction to Becoming a Father//Post Endgame Reaction

Sigyn's Reaction to Being Pregnant

The Avengers as Babysitters

Narfi and Vali Headcanons

What Sigyn and Loki Like about Being Parents

How Loki Gets Along with His Kids

Loki and Sigyn Having a Baby Pre-Endgame vs. Post Endgame

What If Loki and Sigyn Had Vali and Narfi Before the Events of Thor

Do you think knowing that he is a Frost Giant would change Loki’s attitude to having kids?

Which Parent Do Vali and Narfi Take After

What Vali and Narfi Love About Their Parents

When Vali and Narfi Are Sick

Vali and Narfi's Reaction to Hearing About Their Parent's Courtship

Relationships

How Do the Avengers React to Sigyn

Thor's Relationship with Sigyn

Sigyn's Thoughts on Jane

Sif and the Warrior's 3 Relationship with Sigyn

Bruce Banner and Sigyn's Friendship

Wong and Sigyn's Friendship

Sylvie and Sigyn's Relationship

Natasha and Sigyn's Relationship

Sigyn's Thoughts on Odin

Frigga and Sigyn's Relationship

Hela and Sigyn's Relationship

AUs/What Ifs...

Historical + Hospital AU

Pregnancy AU

A Random Collections of AUs

Pirates AU

What If...Sigyn Died Instead of Frigga

A What If...? Plot Bunny

What If...Thor Was an Only Child? Sigyn Cut

What If...Sigyn and Loki Ran Off Together Post Dark World

Bootlegger Loki

What If...Sigyn Joined the Avengers

Loki Show Notes

How I Would Incorporate Sigyn into the Loki Series: Episode One

Episode 2

Episode 3//Additional Notes

Episode 4

Episode 5

Episode 6

Sigyn's TVA Trial

TVA's Thoughts on Sigyn

Classic!Sigyn Headcanons

Gender flipped Sigyn and Sylvie

President Loki and Conqueror Sigyn Headcanons

Movie Notes

Thor Notes

Thor: The Dark World - Sigyn Comforts Loki

Rough Thor: Ragnarok Notes//Sigyn Saying Goodbye

Avengers: Infinity War - Outline

Loki's Reaction to Sigyn Disappearing During the Snap

Loki Post Snap

Loki's Lowest Point

Loki on the Time Heist

Avengers: Endgame - Loki's Introduction

How Loki Would Deal with The Snap if He was a Father

Random Notes

Loose Notes on Sigyn

Logyn Dialogue Dump

Logyn WandaVision

Theoric Faceclaim

Loki Series Playlist

Loki Fam Tag

Incorrect Logyn Quotes Tag

Fic Masterlist

#loki #sigyn #logyn #loki x sigyn #marvel #mcu #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #loki x oc

[wolffoxnation2]

*Drops w.i.p of the next chapter of the Trials of Loki AU here*

Whoops

[Chapter one here for anyone interested]

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I woke up in a really soft bed with a sword over my head, an elf pointing runes at me menacingly, one of my spawn scowling at me, and a dwarf pointing a harpoon at my face.

So basically a typical Saturday morning for me.

"Good morning," I said casually, gently pushing the harpoon away from my face with the tip of my finger. "Or is it evening? How long have I been out? And get that out of my face, please."

"I thought you were in the walnut!" Alex yelled accusingly, as if it was my fault I wasn't in a walnut. Why would I even be in a walnut?

"Don't point at me, Alex; it's rude. And, can't a mother just want to spend quality time with their favourite daughter or son?"

Alex was, in fact, not my favourite daughter or son, living or dead, but Alex did not need to know that.

"Quality time? You tried to kill us!" Alex snapped. "And it's son today, mom."

He said Mom like a swear.

"Oh, build a bridge, son! You're already dead!" I snapped back, saying son the same way he said mom. Which, looking back, was probably not the right thing to do or say in that situation.

"Señor, permission to stab him?" Magnus's sword, Sumarbrander—or Jack, as he prefers—asked above my head.

"Yes," Alex said.

The elf signed, "Yes."

"Please do." The dwarf agreed.

"Not yet," Magnus said.

I crossed my arms before uncrossing them because, ouch, my ribs were still broken. "I claim guest rights."

See, guest rights and host rights are very important to Norse demigods (and most Jotun and gods, too). Long story short, they can't express the intent to harm me unless I try to kill them first, and vice versa. Because it's considered rude.

Of course, I'm not most Jotun. I'm not considered a god anymore, also I don't really care about rudeness. So, if the roles were reversed, I'd kill them in a heartbeat.

But they don't need to know that.

"That's bullshit!" Alex yelled, "He'll stab us in the back the moment we take our eyes off him!"

"Sorry, dude, that's the rules," Jack said, flying to his master's side. "He has to admit his intent first." If he had shoulders, he probably would have shrugged.

"Thank you, Jack; I'm glad someone around here is polite," I said. "Now, I will tell you why I'm here—" My ribs gave a sickening crunch as I tried to sit up. I whimpered, hoping that'd garner me some sympathy.

Of course, they (Alex, especially) were heartless and just stared at me, waiting for my explanation.

I glared at them, "What? Not even gonna offer to heal me?" 

They stared at me in silence.

"Fine," I grumbled, realizing I wasn't going to get any help from them. "I'll just sit here in agony while I explain."

#Trials of Loki AU #You don't wanna know how many times i have rewritten this draft #mcga loki #mcga #loki mcga #alex fierro mcga #alex fierro #rick riordanverse #mcga hearthstone #hearthstone #Mcga Blitzen #blitzen mcga #magnus chase #hearthstone mcga #magnus chase and the gods of asgard #riordanverse #rick riordan #Also some things might be retconned when I put this on Ao3 #Only minor shit tho. #Loki only remembers bits of the flyting #hence the walnut line #my writing #Wolffox's writing

[thediktatortot]

Started working in concept designs for a Witcher AU I have been fiddling with for about a year now! Loki is a Witcher of the school of the Raven. His school focuses heavily on magic which he has an affinity for since he was a child. Loki doesn’t have full black hair, a small patch turned white during his trials from an incident that happened which ripped that chunk out.

I need to make one of these for Thor as well as the two of them are Witchers in this AU, separated as children and raised in two different schools without each other knowing about it until they meet up again eventually.

#Tators Art #Loki #Thor #The Witcher #Witcher #Witcher AU

[fickit-lokiseriesau]

The Basics of this AU:

Mobius and the TVA are not portrayed positively in this AU

The TVA get tired of having to expend large amounts of resources on capturing and getting rid of Loki variants, so they decide to attempt to "domesticate" some Loki variants as tools to make the process easier, and Mobius is appointed as the director of this project.

Through many rounds of trial and error, they devise a 'treatment' that essentially hijacks the mutilated Loki variants' seidr to drastically warp, mutate, and transform them (think Halpy Meat Farms type stuff). The TVA would attempt to 'shape' them into forms and tools which they believed would be most useful in disposing of fugitive Loki variants.

Most of the Loki variants they tested their 'treatment' on did not survive long as their minds and bodies were mutilated and changed. The first (un)fortunate Loki who did became Alioth. Initially thinking that he had perfected the process of taming a Loki into a "more useful" state, Mobius felt pride in this "accomplishment". Alioth was fast, relentless, impervious to almost all damage, and somehow had retained Loki's intelligence. That is, up until the Loki variant eventually escapes their containment due to their now endless hunger for matter. The Loki-turned-Alioth rampaged through the TVA, devouring and destroying everything in its path. After a long struggle, the agents and minute men were able to prune the Alioth as fits of uncontrolled matter transformation continued to rack their body.

In the void, Alioth continued to be plagued with endless hunger as their transformation slowly overtook their minds, and they became what we see in the show. The fact that Alioth prevents Loki variants from escaping the void is what ultimately saves Mobius' reputation in the TVA.

The first Alioth starts to die. Noticing this, the TVA "develops" another Loki variant to replace them after they died, and the cycle continued. Alioth would then take on many forms, all of which were impervious to damage, fast, and intelligent.

By the time the season 1 of the show rolls around, Alioth has been deteriorating for some time due to the long-lasting effects of their treatment, and is now slowly dying. Mobius begins to analyze individual Loki variants to assess their likelihood of surviving their now-refined 'treatment' while mentally wearing them down.

2012 Loki shows up and still has ongoing psychological damage from Thanos and the mind stone, making him vulnerable to Mobius' abuse and the TVA's constant testing. Not helpless, but more vulnerable than he would have been otherwise.

Approving of Loki's "progress", Mobius decides to use Sylvie to test him on his loyalty to the TVA. From this point, season 1 largely continues to go as Canon.

When Loki and Sylvie enchant Alioth, they are also bombarded with its thoughts and memories, finding out about the whole turning-Lokis-into-Alioths thing and the current Alioth dying.

The real reason Mobius had decided to test Loki in the first place was because he thought that he had a good chance of surviving the transformation process.

#body horrow cw #loki au #tva loki #loki series #loki laufeyson #body horro tw #cosmic horror #dark au #unethical experiments tw #anti loki series #edgy af

[twilovesshuake]

Au Idea #5

P5R: Loki Series Au Idea (Season 1) (Part 1)

Moments before dying in the engine room Goro Akechi uses his persona Loki's power to escape and save his life and teleports into a dessert. He has no clue where he is and gets himself arrested by the Time Variance Authority and is taken back to the TVA and Goro stands in trial in front of the judge.

Goro is very pissed and confused about why he was brought here. Goro learns that he was never supposed to escape from the engine room. He was supposed to die there. He got arrested by the TVA because he broke the timeline rules.

Just as the judge was about to execute him Agent Zenkichi Hasegawa stops The judge and tells them that he'll take charge of Goro. Zenkichi tells Goro everything about this new world and what it's all about. He even shows Goro his past misdeeds and question his history of killing people.

Goro attempts to escape, but gives up after realizing that the TVA's power exceeds that of his own persona's power. Goro also learns how he was supposed to die in that engine room. Seeing that he really can't do anything to get out of here Goro agrees to help Zenkichi hunt another variant who was killing several TVA agents and stealing their timeline-resetting charges.

#persona 5 au ideas #persona 5 royal #persona 5 #goro akechi #zenkichi hasegawa #shuake #akeshu #source: loki

[weirdw33b]

Milgram x Mavel ver 2 expansion pack

So I just realised how little detail there is to my og ver 2 post, so here's more for my strange ass obession

Long story short, Yuno, Aoi (regular Mikoto, I believe in the Trikoto theory and will be calling each Mikoko based on their colour) and Jackalope called a team meeting about making Milgram a Trendvid (it's just Youtube with a different name) series

I mean, think about it, Milgram already has the music videos and interrogation footage, just upload it online and it'll probably be a hit, and everyone, for the shits and giggles, decides to agree, because what's the worst that can happen? (btw it's only the 1st trial stuff so...)

They just, act as themselves but their characters is just their prison numbers, excluding Es, who goes by just plain 'Warden'

Anyways, they get ridiclously popular, they started to cover popular Japanese songs, and get even more popular to the point that Shidou thought it would be fun to create english covers for the songs, and Milgram goes worldwide famous

They get invited to NYC to perform, but Loki happens and they discover that they have music based powers and fight off the ailen army

Now, they're pactically part of the Avengers, whatever shall they do?

Oh yeah, Nick Furry blackmails them into staying and fighting (good job Nick!)

I feel like the first scene of this AU would be the OG Avengers + Coulson and Nick Furry watching Milgram the show and discussing their vedicts and voting on the Milgram site, and things just happen

To be continued... (I haven't watch that much Avengers movies)

#milgram #marvel #milgram x marvel #milgram x marvel ver 2 #this is so crack #my crossover addiction strikes again #please make it stop #out of character. #have a nice day #this is funny as hell

[officerjennie]

Thank you @loki-is-my-kink-awakening for tagging me!

Rules: Pick five fragments from your unfinished WIPs and then tag five people to keep it going. Let’s have fun with it and help each other shape those fragments into published fics!

All of these are Witcher fic snippets, and I think the last count for WIPs was...close to 70...

Also, fun fact! The siren Jaskier fic was one of the very first I started for the fandom! And who knows when it'll be finished :D

1 - Subnautica AU Ch. 2

Could he even find out if the air was safe to breathe? Without trial and hopefully not error? He licked his dry lips, wincing when he found the crack and dried blood again, and swore under his breath at himself.

“Yen, can you run diagnostics on the atmosphere of this planet?”

“In order to run diagnostics of that kind, I’d need access to a particle counter, a moisture meter, an air flow monitor, a thermal imaging camera -”

Geralt growled as the voice went on in a dry tone, reaching up to rake his sweaty hair out of his face and swearing again when he hit his helmet instead.

2 - Arranged Marriage AU Ch. 1

Julia had certainly made a sight. The gown had suited her, lace and train and all. Her hair curled and pinned up, her lips a deep red, eyes a stunning blue. Eyes that hadn’t met his even once. Not when she walked down the aisle, not when they said their vows. Not when they shared a chaste kiss in front of the witnesses.

Her lips, deep red and brilliant, had been a thin line the entire wedding and reception. At least, Geralt thought while nursing his wine, he wasn’t the only one suffering.

3 - Siren Jaskier, one-shot

“A warrior.” Jaskier ran his hand up Geralt’s thigh and shifted beneath him. The tip of his tail flicked some water into the air, spraying it onto the other end of the nest. “How fearsome, brave, heroic. Geralt the witcher saving the world from big, scary monsters.” 

“You make it sound ridiculous,” he snorted, tugging off his glove and tossing it towards his swords.

“Bet you make it look glorious. Beautiful.”

Geralt dropped the second glove right onto Jaskier’s face just to get him to stop.

4 - the ruin in me Ch. 4

Jaskier wasn’t strong enough for this.

It was day three, and he was sweating. Itching. He couldn’t think about work when his entire body was screaming at him, and despite knowing how pathetic it was he couldn’t think hard enough to care.

Work was slow. His cock was hard. And he couldn’t see the screen in front of him.

5 - Jaskel thing that I forgot about

Eskel had ever been an observer of people. As much as he loved to stay out of their way, sit in the corners of rooms and avoid the main roads, walk to the side and let people pass him by, he had ever been a watcher all the same. Studying the way people laughed, how their faces would turn in any number of emotions, what clothes they would wear and what it all meant to each and every person. There were times before Deirdre when he would sit and people watch just because he could, wondering what their lives might be like, tucking away the little bits of information he learned about them away in the back of his mind for no other reason than he found them interesting.

It had been only natural, then, that he watched the bard.

Tagging:

@jaskierswolf @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde @dapandapod @damatris @fangirleaconmigo @luteandsword @kueble @kuripon and anyone else who wants to?

#mywriting #tag meme #tag game

[pursuitseternal]

A bit about me…

Fanfic writer and Lover to many of many book boyfriends, but latest obsession is Sauron (Halbrand) from Rings of Power. Sorry Erik, Aragorn, Guy, Sherlock, Chauvelin, Percy Blakeney, and anyone I’ve forgotten, but I’m all for the King of Mordor now 🖤🐺❤️‍🔥

Active works…

“Touch the Darkness:” Canon-divergent EXPLICIT Saurondriel. Galadriel enters Mordor under the guise of rejection by the Elves to accept Sauron’s offer of queenship. But she has more to her acceptance, a secret mission that will help her kind against his growing darkness. She must gain Sauron’s trust through deception… and seduction, without succumbing to his dark desires herself. Many NSFW scenes, light bondage (but with magic). A happy ending seems just within their grasp as two old foes join together to bring a shadow back over their light. MY FAVOIRTE BIT: CHAPTER 30– where you learn just who what must be sacrificed for true creation… 🖤🌶️🔥

“Dark Wolf of the Wood:” Red Riding Hood inspired Saurondriel AU. MATURE for wolf related violence and cuteness. Cursed to remain in wolf form by Huan and Luthìen at the fall of Tol-in-Gaurhoth, Sauron stumbles upon a certain She-elf in search of her lost brother. For all her hesitation, she wreaks of magic and light, just the sort of being that must fall in love with him and end his curse. As surprised as she is to find Sauron trapped in his thick fur and wagging tail form, she is more shocked as a band of orcs comes to kill him. MY FAVORITE BIT: CHAPTER 4–Sauron discovers that his tail wags, and it confuses the hell out of him… 🐺❤️‍🔥✨

“Beautiful Creature of Darkness:” a Phantom of the Opera, gothic literature inspired AU. EXPLICIT. In the aftermath of Morgoth’s defeat, a new kingdom of the elves rises on the ruins of Dol Guldur, reigned over by King Finrod, who has survived his traumatic trials with the werewolves in the first age. Galadriel chafes under her brother’s rule, he is not the same as once she knew him. But, when a mysterious Voice speaks to her alone, singing praises of her strength, of her beauty, and promising her the crown of a queen, her heart finds solace. And desire. Also many NSFW scenes (including Vampire Sauron), and werewolves! MY FAVORITE BIT: CHAPTER 22. Best sex scene I’ve ever written [I’ve linked it in case anyone wants to just read that 😉😉] 🌹🐺

I also write the comedy series “Dark Lord Dick Measuring,” because I am versitile and can be funny AND sexy… comedy AND smut. Staring in a semi-sitcom form the talents of Loki, Vader, the Darkling, Voldemort, and special guest star Lord Sauron. Search the tag, or read most of the archive

#just a post to pin #about me #needed to update for Dark Wolf #can’t forget Woofron #sauron #the rings of power #halbrand #haladriel #rings of power #lotr rings of power #saurondriel #lotr rop #sauron x galadriel #haladriel fanfic

[widowsresolve]

All works written for @janefosterbingo​

Title: The Iron Won’t Subside

Square Filled: E2 - Odin’s Vault

Main Relationship: Jane Foster & Thor

Summary:  In the aftermath of Malekith’s thwarted attack on Earth, concerns about the Aether’s possible lasting impact on Jane lead her back to Asgard.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42206379

Title: Expanse

Square Filled: N3 - Free Space

Main Relationship: N/A

Summary:  In between her responsibilities as Thor, Jane reflects on space.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43589872

Title: Foundations

Square Filled: A2 - AU: Canon Divergence

Main Relationship: Jane Foster & Thor

Summary: Despite years of mostly distancing herself from Asgard and a certain God of Thunder, Jane agrees to help how she can when the entire Asgardian population lands in Norway.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43723525

Title: Trial Run

Square Filled: N2 - Sif

Main Relationship: Jane Foster & Sif

Summary:  With a prototype portal gadget in hand for an emergency escape plan and determination to find and study more gravitational anomalies, Jane brings Lady Sif along for an adventure.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43743825

Title: if the right one came along

Square Filled: N4 - Mutual Pining

Main Relationship: Jane Foster/Thor

Summary: Jane is just trying to calmly finish the last couple months of the school year when she crosses paths with Thor and gains the most unexpected friendship of her life. As for possibly developing a romantic interest on top of that? She feels like she has a handle on it.

(Darcy disagrees.)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43762941

Title: Celestial

Square Filled: N1 - Milky Way

Main Relationship: N/A

Summary:  After a lifetime of marveling at the universe from Earth's surface, Jane gets a little closer.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43772184

Title: here’s looking out

Square Filled: A4 - Natasha Romanoff

Main Relationship: Jane Foster & Natasha Romanoff

Summary:  Spending the evening at a Stark Industries charity gala sounded like a good idea to Jane until it's not. Luckily she has friends to unexpectedly look out for her.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43911342

Title: Light the Flare

Square Filled: E3 - Loki

Main Relationship: Jane Foster & Loki

Summary: “Jane Foster,” Loki weakly started to say as he slightly adjusted his arm around his middle and cast her a rueful look, “I am afraid I require your help.”

She could only gape at him for a moment before she managed a response. “What the hell?”

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43956201

#jane foster bingo #jane foster bingo 2022 #jane foster #janefosterlove #marvel fanfic