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Bluebird — Part II — (Azriel x Reader)

Hiiiii. Still don’t know where I’m going with this. Totally just winging lmao. Still hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None!

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“Another attack – this one just outside the village. The most brutal thing I’ve ever seen. It was Alda this time. The tailor’s daughter.”

Your head jerked up. Ale sloshed over the tankard in your hand, dripping onto your boots.

The man sitting with his friend at the bar raised an eyebrow at you. “I hope you’re going to refill that, Y/N. You poured half of it onto the floor.”

Your cheeks burned. “Yeah—yes. Sorry.”

Their conversation resumed as you turned back to the ale tap. The topic itself had lost its shock value, with how often you heard such conversations in your father’s tavern — but you knew Alda.

Well – knew her in the sense that you sometimes nodded in greeting as you passed by each other in the village. Knew her as well as a sheltered, friendless girl such as yourself could know anyone.

You placed the tankard in front of the man – your father’s friend…or associate. Whatever they called themselves. Alf, you thought his name was. “Is…is Alda dead?” You asked.

Alf gulped down a few mouthfuls of ale before he nodded. “She is. Yet another attack from the scumbag Fae. I’m telling you—” He turned to the man beside him, then, “They’re priming to strike and wipe our kind out completely. There’ll be a war before long.”

There was no mistaking the way your stomach plummeted, your body going cold all over. Sheltered you may be, and inexperienced, perhaps naive – but while you had pretty much educated yourself, taught yourself everything you now knew at twenty-one years of age, your father had been the one to teach you about the Fae.

Terrible, evil beings who assaulted and slaughtered humans for sport. Beings who preyed on young, innocent girls and lured them out of their beds in the dead of night. Was that what had happened to Alda?

Was it what had happened to your mother, when they’d killed her?

The Fae hadn’t breached your village in decades – until recently. The attacks were ratcheting up.

“We need to start rallying our forces.” The second man said. “If they’re planning to strike, we need to be ready.”

The forces he spoke of were, in fact, your father’s doing. Though he was an aloof, nonchalant man – not a natural parent, by any means – the visceral hatred he felt for the Fae seemed to bring him alive. You covered his work behind the bar every week while he gave impassioned talks to the men of the village about the evil across the wall. What they were capable of. What they had already done to your kind. The fact that many humans lived in squalor, whilst the Fae lived in the lap on luxury on what was once human-owned land. And it was your job to go around after his talks, collecting the coin that the punters donated to further his cause.

You were privy to everything that was said in The Bluebird Inn. And you’d had no choice but to be aware of the Fae, when they’d taken your own mother from you when you were just a babe, too young to ever hold a memory of her. If the Fae truly were getting bolder, coming closer…if they were picking the village girls off one by one—

You shuddered, wiping down the bar. The two men rose from their seats and went over to join the crowd of rebels that currently surrounded your father, the noise from the group only growing louder, more incensed, as news of Alda’s murder spread.

“Have you ever seen a Fae?”

You looked up to meet the eyes of the handsome, blonde-haired young man who leaned against the bar, bracing his forearms on it – Devin. He was, perhaps, the most dazzling of all the men in the village – only a year or so older than you, and currently completing his training to be a Village Guard. One day, he would join the other guards in protecting your people and warding off more Fae attacks. He was a quiet supporter of your father’s cause, having attended two of his talks now.

“No.” You blinked at him. “Of course not. Have you?”

“I have.” Devin nodded. “Count yourself lucky, Y/N. You don’t want to see a Fae. They’re hideous, horrible beings. Terrifying. You can see the evil in their eyes.”

“I thought they were always rumoured to be quite beautiful.”

His broad shoulders shrugged. “They are – but that’s all a part of the allure. They coax you in with their beauty, and then they rip you limb from limb and leave your broken body to be found by your loved ones. And they do it because they can.”

Sick – you felt utterly sick. And cold. How could such beings exist? It didn’t matter that your father had spent your entire life drilling these facts into your head – the details were never any less horrific.

“The attacks are becoming more frequent, aren’t they?” You asked quietly, pouring Devin a drink.

He nodded, his pretty, pale blue eyes darkening. “They are. The Village Guards are doing all they can, but they don’t stand a chance against magic. These are dark, unsafe times, Y/N. And you’re the exact kind of person they target.”

“I…I carry a blade with me. My father has shown me how to use it.”

His lips lifted into a wry smile. “Smart as that is, it won’t do you much good against a being who can infiltrate your mind and plant thoughts there. They can convince you that you want to go with them, to follow them. They can get you exactly where they want you, and then they’ll strike.” He reached forward, placing a hand on your arm – the contact tinged your cheeks pink. “I know you’re independent, Y/N. I know that you help your father with the tavern, and you run a lot of his errands. But…it’s not safe, right now, for a young woman to be out walking alone. If you absolutely must travel somewhere — send for me. I’ll be your chaperone.”

If possible, your cheeks burned even more. Any of the girls in the village would have killed for such an offer from Devin. He was easily the most sought-after man around here. And to think he was offering you his protection…

“I will.” You said a little too quickly, hoping your face didn’t show how flustered you truly were. “Thank you, Devin.”

With a charming wink, he rose from his seat and took a place amongst the other gathering audience members, glued to your father’s talk that evening. It was obvious in the incensed murmurings amongst the men that the tensions were ratcheting up. That it wouldn’t be long before they struck, and the human-Fae troubles would begin anew.

You couldn’t help scanning each face and wondering which of them would survive to tell the tale.

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Azriel went back.

Despite telling himself not to, a few nights later, he went back.

It struck him again how dark and dingy that little village was. But the thought eddied away as he positioned himself in the same spot and waited.

The young woman played the piano again. It was at the same time, by the same dim candlelight. But a different tune.

He wondered if this was a routine of hers. If she played at the same hour every night.

And then he wondered why he damn well cared.

He’d never had much interest in humans. Not from any sort of prejudice; it just seemed pointless — needlessly painful — to build connections with people who he’d have decades with at best. It was easier and far more logical to quietly respect their existence from a distance.

But that mantra was not in keeping with a growing fixation of a human woman he had no business going near.

He supposed it just…soothed him. To imagine a life of peace, where time was set aside every night to play music. Such beautiful, chilling music.

It was a damn sight more relaxing than the ever-present roaring in his head.

And that was why he went back again.

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“I haven’t seen you much recently.” Elain sipped delicately from a teacup, brown eyes flitting over Azriel in all his dark glory. “What’s been keeping you busy?”

It was a pleasantly warm day in Velaris. Warm enough for them to take their tea outside. They had so far sat in companionable silence as Elain had admired the vibrant flowers and Azriel had pored over reports while sunning his wings.

But he found himself quietly restless. Eager for nightfall; to spread his wings and fly amongst the stars

“Just business.” He responded vaguely. A far better answer than the truth — that her mating bond with Lucien suffocated him. “Nothing exciting.”

Elain hummed thoughtfully, studying the shadowsinger. There was a pause before she said, a little coyly, “I hope nobody’s giving you grief—about me, I mean.”

Azriel’s eyes flicked up to meet hers. “Grief?”

“I’m a grown woman—female.” She still found herself having to correct her words sometimes. “I make my own choices. And that includes whose company I do or do not wish to keep.”

“I don’t think anybody would expect otherwise.”

Silence was the only response. Because both of them knew what she was hinting at — the warning Rhysand had given Azriel to watch how he behaved around Elain. How Elain had learned of it, Azriel didn’t know. But she wasn’t daring enough to confront it outright.

“I just wanted you to know that.” She said, rising from her seat. “I enjoy spending time with you, Azriel. There’s nothing wrong about that.”

No, there wasn’t. Still…the two of them didn’t usually speak so boldly to each other. Az found himself unsure of how to respond.

And even more so, as Elain leaned down and pecked him on the cheek, her strawberry scent enveloping him. He felt his body go taut, felt his cheeks flush.

“Don’t work too hard.” Elain said softly. And then she gathered up the tea tray, and disappeared inside.

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The coins jostled and clinked against each other as you set the clay pot in front of your father. “Tonight’s takings.” You told him.

Rough, dirty fingers rooted around inside the pot. Your father glanced up at you. “Not bad.” But could be better, was what he meant.

You were starting to wonder if there was an amount that would satisfy your father, if you presented it to him. You knew he was eager to further his cause, to build up funds and supplies, but…he always seemed so disappointed.

Still, you hovered in front of him, wiping your hands over your wrinkled shirt. “…Devin said it’s not safe for people like me to go out unattended. With all the Fae attacks. He’s offered to be my chaperone.”

Your father’s gaze flitted to yours. To raise the subject to him was to test the waters. Your unspoken plea lay heavy in the air: go on. Let me have friends. Give me some freedom. You can trust me.

“Devin is a fine male.” He said, and a little kernel of hope arose in you. “But I don’t want you getting any ideas, Y/N.”

Your shoulders slumped. “Yes, Papa.”

“I need you here, helping me however I ask whilst I do my work. That’s your duty. And Devin is training to be a Village Guard. That is his duty. Perhaps when this whole thing is over, things will be different. But right now, I need you here.”

“Yes, Papa.”

“Are all the chores done? Have you locked up?”

“Just some trash to take out. I had to kick Kiall out. He drank too much again, and he was becoming a nuisance.” Your voice gave away how downtrodden you felt, but you knew your father would pretend not to notice. “I thought I might play some music for a while.”

“Not tonight, Y/N.” He shook his head. “I head out tomorrow to give talks in the other villages. I need as much rest as I can get — as do you. You’ll be holding the fort here while I’m gone.”

You inclined your chin. And for a third time, you droned, “Yes, Papa.”

Your father dismissed you by easing himself back in his chair and retrieving his glass of whiskey from the small table beside him. You lingered a moment longer before turning on your feet.

But it was in the doorway that you stopped, a feared, plaguing thought arising in you.

“Do you truly think we can win against the Fae?” You asked.

Your father glanced over his shoulder. And something shadowed his face as he bit out coldly, “We have to.”

The tone of his voice frightened you too much to respond.

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Azriel waited. And waited. And waited.

But the woman didn’t appear. And the sweet music didn’t float up to him.

He supposed he felt a little foolish for becoming so…hopeful. For racing to the human lands to glimpse and hear what had occupied his thoughts for the last few days.

Gods, Rhys would chew him out if he knew. Even though Azriel was the damn spymaster. Even though he knew how to stay hidden, and he could sure as shit defend himself against any number of humans — it was still risky. Because he could frighten the humans, if nothing else.

But he still hoped. And when he realised that it was getting late, and The Bluebird Inn was in darkness — that no music was coming tonight — he felt frustrated.

His whole body was restless as he turned and made to leave. He didn’t want to return home yet, but…there was no point in being here. In staring at a bleak, darkened village—

He was just about to take off when he caught the movement in his periphery.

A door opened below — the inn’s side door. And out stepped the woman he’d so eagerly wanted to glimpse.

Azriel’s entire body went still, only his wings keeping him aloft. He watched as the woman — carrying what seemed to be a trash bag — turned into the alley beside the inn.

He shouldn’t have done it, but he did. He flew closer.

Close enough to watch the human deposit the trash bag into a bin. Close enough to see her turn — and pause at the sight of a man who came stumbling seemingly out of nowhere. Azriel tensed, not quite catching what the man slurred at her.

“We’re closed.” The woman’s voice floated up to him, skittering over Azriel’s skin. As sweet as the music she played. “And you’ve had plenty to drink. I won’t be serving you any more.”

The drunken human man staggered closer to her, clutching at the wall. “One more drink, and I’ll leave you in peace—”

“I said no, Kiall. My father is trying to sleep.” The woman snapped. “Go home and sober up.”

She made to step past the inebriated lout, seeming so much smaller than him.

And it was as the man’s hand shot out to shove her against the wall that Azriel acted without thinking.

He swooped down, landing with a thud in the mouth of the alley. His face was a sheet of fury, his wings a blanket of unforgiving night, as he stared at the two humans.

They both paled at the sight of him. The woman quietly gasped.

“The lady said no.” Azriel intoned quietly, lethally, his cold eyes fully on the man. “Leave.”

There was no movement; just two humans gaping at the sight before them. Until the man seemed to reach for some sort of weapon. Azriel almost laughed at the idea.

“Leave,” he said again, taking a step forward, “while you can still leave with your heart beating.”

That was all it took to frighten the man into moving. He shoved the woman away from him, tripping over his own feet as he took off. Azriel tucked in his wings just enough for the man to scuttle past. He left as quickly as his human legs would allow.

And then it was just Azriel and the woman. The woman who so beautifully played the piano. The woman who was still staring at him, wide-eyed and trembling.

He wanted to know her name. But it didn’t seem appropriate to ask. And his head was roaring so much with fury that he wasn’t sure he could even formulate the words.

“Are you alright?” He managed to bite out. He knew he’d got there before the woman had been hurt, but he still studied her for any indication of harm.

She blinked at him, pressing herself against the wall. And then stiffly nodded — just once.

Azriel wanted to hear her voice. But she didn’t speak.

“You should go back inside.” He said quietly.

She paused, and then nodded again. He nodded, too.

“Goodnight, then.” He inclined his head.

He shot into the skies before he could make any more reckless decisions. He knew that the woman watched the whole thing in both fear and awe.

He should go home. And not return. This had been foolish, and dangerous, and damn well pointless. She was just a human woman. Az had seen many in his half a millennia, and he would see many more.

He had no reason to be so transfixed.

But that didn’t stop him waiting and watching, making sure she made it inside, before he turned and flew back to the city of Velaris.

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directdogman · 6 months

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RANT ABOUT ALF THE PUBLIC DEMANDS IT

So, in the earliest seasons of ALF, there was a cat named Lucky and ALF constantly tried to eat it. Running gag. After a few seasons, they phased the character out. They just... forgot about the cat, I guess. At least a whole SEASON passed without mention. Then in the final season, they filmed an episode that started with the announcement that the CAT was DEAD and the episode featured ALF ending up with a ton of kittens, which he tried to eat, and in the end, they decide to keep one of the kittens, which they name Lucky II.

...The kitten NEVER appears for a single other episode. It's essentially retconned from the show the MOMENT the episode ends, which is really odd, since other plotlines/characters are consistently depicted between episodes, with the side characters having arcs and some degree of continuity.

REALLY hacky writing, to be frank.

The show also ends on a depressing fucking cliffhanger and ALF gets captured by government forces because the show got canned right as they wrapped up filming and they never got to finish the breakout arc. they did make a movie to try to capstone the series (which was NOT well received) but they couldn't get any of the human cast back for it because they all hated working on the show so much and refused to come back... so they just added a throwaway line to explain they were sent to iceland against their will and that's the end of it.

the guy who played the straight-man nerdy dad actually walked out on the last day silently without saying bye to anyone because he hated the show so much. just took his coat and skedaddled. fun fact, the same actor later had his career take a nosedive when pics emerged in a gossip rag of him smoking crack and making out with a man. anyway, he's dead now. weird times.

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homomenhommes · 4 months

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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … January 3

1752 – Johannes von Müller, Swiss historian, born (d.1809); Müller's Geschichten der Schweizer (Swiss History), a project that occupied most of his life and took him more than forty years to complete. Müller's tome (18 volumes in the French translation) is now considered hopelessly unreliable, even though in its day it stirred Swiss nationalism and had profound influence.

Müller's place here is due to his favorite extracurricular activity - writing love letters to Charles Victor de Bonstetten, a young, devastatingly handsome Swiss writer.

Charles Victor de Bonstetten

Bonstetten was also the object of desire for Thomas Gray, the English poet. Müller's love letters, among the loveliest ever penned, were published in 1835, twenty-five years after his death. Long before then, however, Goethe had gone on record declaring Müller's sexuality.

1900 – Dorothy Arzner (d.1979), although not the first woman to direct films in Hollywood, was the only woman director to work through the turbulent, richly productive, 1930s and 1940s—the period crucial to the development of Classical Hollywood Cinema.

Born in San Francisco, she grew up around the filmmakers and actors who frequented her father's Hollywood restaurant. After dropping out of university, where she had intended to become a doctor, Arzner interviewed with William DeMille (of the Famous Players-Lasky Corporation, i.e., Paramount Studios) and accepted her first film job as a script typist. She soon moved on to cutting and editing, eventually editing fifty-two pictures as chief editor for RealArt, a subsidiary of Paramount.

Arzner made her directorial debut at Paramount with Fashions for Women in 1927. Between 1927 and 1933, she directed eleven films for Paramount; in the ten years between 1933 and when she left the Hollywood film industry in 1943, Arzner directed another six films as a freelancer with RKO, United Artists, MGM, and Columbia.

During this time, Arzner received media attention as a "woman director" in the popular press; and as a woman, her work and her career were constantly scrutinized. For all this, however, Arzner remained enigmatic, even provocatively so: observers commented on the juxtaposition of her petite figure and her "mannish" dress; journalists reassured readers that this woman gave her orders on the set with a soft and "feminine" voice; and publicity photos regularly romanced her relationship with her female stars, who included such actresses as Clara Bow, Claudette Colbert, Rosalind Russell, Katherine Hepburn, and Joan Crawford.

Arzner's lesbianism seems to have been well-known within the Hollywood community, though little attention was paid to it publicly. She lived openly with her companion Marion Morgan, a choreographer and dancer, from 1930 until Morgan's death in 1971. The prominence of dance in several of Arzner's films may reflect Morgan's influence.

Arzner left Hollywood in 1943 to recover from an illness, and she never returned. Coincidentally, post-World War II Hollywood experienced a radical movement towards conservative "family values" quite incompatible with Arzner's general themes and interests, and her work seems to have fallen out of favor.

After her Hollywood career, Arzner directed training films for the Women's Army Corps, taught in the film program at UCLA (1959-1963), and was honored by the Director's Guild of America in 1975. She died on October 1, 1979.

As a woman "pioneer" in the film industry, and as a lesbian, Arzner has attracted considerable attention recently. She has been recognized for her innovations in using sound and her films, though many are still hard to find outside of archives, have seen a renewed interest both academically and popularly.

1948 - Sex Researcher Alfred Kinsey revealed a high incidence of same-sex acts among men. Behavior in the Human Male is published, in which the researcher concludes that 37% of American males have had at least one gay sexual experience to the point of orgasm. Five years later Kinsey publishes his report on women, which puts the comparable figure at 13%.

1964 – Bruce LaBruce is a Canadian writer, filmmaker, photographer and underground gay porn director based in Toronto, Ontario.

LaBruce was born Bryan Bruce in Tiverton, Ontario, and wrote for Cineaction magazine, curated by Robin Wood, his teacher. He first gained public attention with the publication of the queer punk zine J.D.s, which he co-edited with G.B. Jones. He currently writes and photographs for a variety of publications including Vice, Nerve.com and BlackBook magazine, and has made a number of films which merged the artistic techniques of independent film with gay pornography.

He has also previously been a columnist for the Canadian music magazine Exclaim! and Toronto's eye weekly, and he was a contributing editor and photographer for many years at New York's index magazine. He has also been published in Toronto Life and the National Post as well as the UK Guardian. His movie, Otto, or, Up With Dead People debuted at the 2008 Sundance Film Festival. L.A. Zombie was banned from the Melbourne International Film Festival in 2010 because, in the opinion of Australian censors, it would have been refused classification. However, the film was subsequently able to screen at OutTakes, a New Zealand lesbian and gay international film festival, in May 2011.

In March 2011, LaBruce directed a performance of Arnold Schoenberg's opera Pierrot Lunaire at the Hebbel am Ufer Theatre in Berlin. As one no doubt assumes, this iteration of the opera included gender diversity, castration scenes and dildos, as well as a female to male transgender Pierrot.

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huariqueje · 2 years

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Boyhood II - Alf Christian Hvaring , 2022.

Norwegian,b.1976 -

Oil on MDF , 55 x 47 cm.

#Alf Christian Hvaring #norwegian artist #boy portrait #deer skull #deer antlers

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musingsonthemahabharata · 8 months

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part II of the main characters from the Mbh series: Yudhiṣṭhira! i focused on a few significant themes related to his character which i want to expand on either in my videos or in my papers.

⚜️Yudhiṣṭhira is vowed to not utter untruth, which i would argue the epic explores as an ethical dilemma: is truth inherently virtuous? can untruth be an ethical necessity?

⚜️ Alf Hiltebeitel's take on the fateful dice match being a reflection of cosmological dynamics of cyclical renewal and destruction, connoted with the advent of the Kali yuga prophesised in scenes set in svargaloka with the Goddess Śrī, the principle of fortune and prosperity, who later incarnates as Draupadī, who, in this, becomes the pillar of Yudhiṣṭhira's empire

*Hiltebeitel also explores the game as entity possession (not in the orthodox sense) - more on this later!

book: Hiltebeitel, A. (1990). The Ritual of Battle: Krishna in the Mahābhārata. Albany, United States: State of New York University Press.

⚜️ meeting the Kauravas in heaven; the antagonists entering heaven, i would argue, points to the inexistence of solid concepts of 'right' and 'wrong'; each character had their part to play in the Mbh, beyond morality, righteousness and evilness, which are fluid concepts

⚜️ painting from the illustrated Mbh published by Gorakhpur Geeta Press.

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or-not-2b---i-dont-know · 1 month

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Sooooooooo I did some ✨Picrews✨ of Back To The 80s characters.... Some were based off of real casts, some were purely vibes but I think they turned out pretty cute! 💗💗

Corey Jnr 💕💕

Corey Snr 💜💜

Kirk 💚🤍💙

Alf 🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵 (he's also trans in my mind)

Tiffany 💓💓💓

Cyndi 💖💖💖

EILEEN!!!!!! 💖💕💓💖💗💕💕💖💖💓💗💓💖💕

Michael 🩵🩵(I'll defend gay Michael to the grave /hj)

Miss Brannigan 💗💗💜💙💙

Mr Cocker 👎👎 (token straight)

Picrew link:

#this was so fun!!!!! 💓💓💓#i looked through so many different casts to find ✨inspiration✨#i even found some I'd never heard of before!!!#back to the 80s #btt80s #corey palmer #corey palmer jnr #corey palmer snr #kirk keaton #alf bueller #tiffany houston #cyndi gibson #eileen reagan #michael feldman #miss brannigan #ms brannigan #sheena brannigan #mr cocker #stevie cocker

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temuera-morrison-tournament · 7 months

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Info and Masterlist

Right now I have ideas for 3 main tournaments. The first one will be movies (done!), then depending on how that goes I’ll do TV shows (happening now!) and characters (done!). I’m open to suggestions for more. I’m also only doing things that I’ve seen, so I’m excluding Rangi’s Catch, Other Halves, Mauri, The Rainbow Warrior Conspiracy, Shark In The Park, New Zealand at War, The Reluctant Hero, Te Ao Mahana, Missing Christmas, Mt. Zion, Dawn, Meke, Echo 3, The Woman in Blue, and Far North. (If anyone can point me in the direction of any of those I would love to watch them and add them to the polls. I’m in the US and don’t currently have a VPN.)

Each round of polls will last one week. I’ll add links to watch the movies/shows if it’s easily accessible and free. This is so if you haven’t seen one or both movies/shows in a poll, you can still make an educated guess as to which one(s) you would like more. If there’s a tie, I’ll count my vote as invalid and advance the one I didn’t vote for.

Masterlist of polls under the cut

Tournament 1: Movies

Finished! Results:

Tournament 2: Characters

Note: this bracket is too big to comfortably fit everything into a summary picture, so I’m putting the winners in bold and including the results percentages in red for the losers and green for the winners.

Round 1, part 1: (posted Friday, December 29)

Briggs (Couple’s Retreat) 60% vs. Juliano (Speed 2) 40%

Madden (Hard Target 2) 7% vs. Chief Tui (Moana) 93%

Jake Heke (Once Were Warriors and What Becomes of the Broken Hearted?) 75% vs. Detective Sergeant Harris (The Grasscutter) 25%

Damo (The Marine 2) 0% vs. Jager (Six Days Seven Nights) 100%

Snakehead (The Beautiful Country) 33% vs. Powell (Dora and the Lost City of Gold) 67%

Commander Cody (Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith) 65% vs. Jango Fett (Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones) 35%

Alf Winters (Never Say Die) 8% vs. Veteran Clone Trooper (Obi Wan Kenobi) 92%

Frankie Jones (My Life Is Murder) 16% vs. Boba Fett (The Mandalorian and The Book of Boba Fett) 84%

Selwyn Broadhead (Seekers) 4% vs. Tom Curry (Aquaman, Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom, and The Flash) 96%

Peter Bartlett (Occupation and Occupation: Rainfall) 75% vs. Rua Kenana (Rain of the Children) 25%

Round 1, part 2: (posted Friday, January 5)

Major Rasul (Vertical Limit) 5% vs. Captain Rex (Ahsoka) 95%

Abin Sur (Green Lantern) 57% vs. Wiremu (Gold: The Dynamiters) 43%

Hemi Crane (Fresh Meat) 17% vs. Axel Hood (Barb Wire) 83%

Te Kai Po (River Queen) 33% vs. Frank (Sons of Summer) 67%

Tim (Little White Lies) 17% vs. Maru (Adventurer) 83%

Kereama (Tracker) 40% vs. Runi (Blueberry/Renegade) 60%

Sean (Gloss) 80% vs. Manu (Broken English) 20%

Doctore (Spartacus: Gods of the Arena) 33% vs. Rangi (Rangi’s Catch) 67%

Jack Te Pania (The Barefoot Bandits) 20% vs. Don Sandovate (The Immortal Voyage of Captain Drake) 80%

Hone Ropata (Shortland Street) 86% vs. Alamein (Mortimer’s Patch) 14%

Round 2, part 1: (posted Friday, January 12)

Azazello (The Island of Dr. Moreau) 44% vs. Briggs (Couples Retreat) 56%

Chief Tui (Moana) 89% vs. Jake Heke (Once Were Warriors and What Becomes Of The Broken Hearted?) 11%

Warfield (Mosley) 63% vs. Jager (Six Days Seven Nights) 38%

Te Rangi (Frontier) 86% vs. Powell (Dora and the Lost City of Gold) 14%

Warden Mourdain (The Osiris Child) 14% vs. Commander Cody (Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith) 86%

Veteran Clone Trooper (Obi Wan Kenobi) 15% vs. Boba Fett (The Empire Strikes Back, The Mandalorian, and The Book of Boba Fett) 85%

Jack Carrigan (Whipping Boy) 0% vs. Tom Curry (Aquaman, The Flash, and Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom) 100%

King Ramusan (The Scorpion King 3: Battle for Redemption) 20% vs. Peter Bartlett (Occupation and Occupation: Rainfall) 80%

Round 2, part 2: (posted Friday, January 19)

Tamiahana Mahana (Mahana/The Patriarch) 18% vs. Rex (Ahsoka) 82%

Abin Sur (Green Lantern) 56% vs. Axel Hood (Barb Wire) 45%

Anaru Vaipiti (Tatau) 80% vs. Frank (Sons of Summer) 20%

Tito Ihaka (Ihaka: Blunt Instrument) 57% vs. Maru (Adventurer) 43%

Mauricio (From Dusk Till Dawn 3: The Hangman’s Daughter) 25% vs. Runi (Renegade/Blueberry) 75%

Sean (Gloss) 43% vs. Rangi (Rangi’s Catch) 57%

Will Bastion (Crooked Earth) 67% vs. Don Sandovate (The Immortal Voyage of Captain Drake) 33%

Eddie Jones (The Brighton Miracle) 14% vs. Hone Ropata (Shortland Street) 86%

Round 3: (posted Friday, January 26)

Briggs 7% vs. Chief Tui 93%

Warfield 29% vs. Te Rangi 71%

Commander Cody 48% vs. Boba Fett 52%

Tom Curry 92% vs. Peter Bartlett 8%

Rex 94% vs. Abin Sur 6%

Anaru Vaipiti 40% vs. Tito Ihaka 60%

Runi 0% vs. Rangi 100%

Will Bastion 20% vs. Hone Ropata 80%

Round 4: (posted Friday, February 2)

Chief Tui 89% vs. Te Rangi 11%

Boba Fett 78% vs. Tom Curry 22%

Rex 74% vs. Tito Ihaka 26%

Rangi 67% vs. Hone Ropata 33%

Semifinals: (posted Friday, February 9)

Rex 74% vs. Rangi 26%

Chief Tui 36% vs. Boba Fett 64%

Finals: (posted Friday, February 16)

Boba Fett 54% vs. Rex 46%

Tournament 3: TV Shows

Qualifiers: (posted Friday, March 29)

Shortland Street vs. Mortimer’s Patch

Mataku vs. The Barefoot Bandits

The Mandalorian vs. Bro’Town

Gloss vs. Happy Hour

Round 1: (posted Friday, April 5)

The Book of Boba Fett vs. Shortland Street

Ahsoka vs. Spartacus: Gods of the Arena

The Tem Show vs. The Barefoot Bandits

Tatau vs. Frontier

Seekers vs. The Mandalorian

The Life and Times of Temuera Morrison vs. Obi-Wan Kenobi

Star Wars: Visions vs. Happy Hour

My Life is Murder vs. Adventurer

Round 2: (posted Friday, April 12)

The Book of Boba Fett vs. Ahsoka

The Barefoot Bandits vs. Frontier

The Mandalorian vs. Obi-Wan Kenobi

Star Wars: Visions vs. Adventurer

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All TV series I've ever seen II

Let's see how many I remember from this time period.

1940 - 1970

1980 - 2000 (this post)

2010 - Now

1983 - V

Aliens have come to Earth but they are nice and willing to help us... or so they say.

Everybody remembers Diana eating rats, the dramatic face reveal of any reptilian, Freddy Krueger beeing a good guy (this time) and I'm sure Stephenie Meyers wish that Reneesme/Jacob had the same level of acceptance than "the child from the stars" (name given in Latinoamerica, don't know if it was also used in the original show) and whats-his-name.

Saw it on TV but we also bought the bootleg DVD because my mom and aunt never saw the ending of the show as kids.

1985 - Amazing Stories

I hardly remember anything (I was too young when it was played on TV) but I do remember beeing traumatized by Christopher Lloyd's severed (and reattached) head.

It was created by Spielberg, some stories land better than other ones. Maybe I should try and rewatch some?

1986 - Sledge Hammer

Is he sexist, violent, gun-lover and conservative AF? Yes... but he's also hilarious! This is satire people! Don't be like the NRA that gave somekind of award to this fictional character because they have the same level of comprehension than a brick.

Saw it on TV but it is also available on Youtube.

1986 - ALF

Alien finds himself on a typical american family house and chaos begins.

Do you live under a rock? Don't you know who ALF is? Just go watch it.

It was on TV when I was growing up, I'm pretty sure you can find it anywhere.

1989 - The Simpsons

I will keep on saying it, we argentineans speak in 3 languages: Spanish, Lunfardo (a Buenos Aires dialect but each province has their own as well) and Simpsons' quotes (latin spanish obviously, everyone agrees that it's the definitive Simpsons). Earlier seasons are better, we all know that... they kind of lose us when the original latin dubbers were replaced (it would seem that Disney brought them back but I hardly watch TV now, so I don't know)

1989 - Eureeka's castle.

I don't remember a THING about it but my family says that I was obsessed. It's a Muppet-style show of a young witch apprentice and her friends.

Upon further looking, it was co-written by R. L. Stine? So I didn't got into Goosebumps as a child but got this... who knows?

1989 - Agatha Christie's Poirot

I haven't watched everything just yet (it's been on for 20 years, people!) but I do like David Suchet's Hercules Poirot (my family disagrees because for them Poirot will always be Peter Ustinov). Hey, at least it's not Albert Finney!

1990 - Caloi en su tinta (Caloi in his own ink - Argentina)

It wasn't a series properly said... it didn't have a story to follow. Caloi was a very important artist in my country (his character Clemente became a staple in our comics just like Mafalda) and he had this TV show where he curated animations of all kinds, from all over the world. I remember seeing a stop-motion version of Barber of Sevilla and I think that I also saw Queen's Innuendo videoclip for the first time in here.

Some stories were funny, others melancholic, elegant or grotesque... but all of them were Art, with a capital A.

1990 - Twin Peaks

I don't understand the hype around this show. The only thing that I though was cool was to have a season and a half to find the killer.

Before someone tells me "you have to think how ground breaking it was in the time it came up" or "it's high end art, open your mind to it" trust me I can do that... it doesn't change the fact that I don't see why so many people like it so much.

I'll grant it a few points for showing us David Duchovny as a trans woman FBI agent that saves the day on the episode she shows up. I did like the character.

1993 - The Nanny

What would happen if instead of María taking care of Von Trapp's children in the Alps, we had a jewish it-girl from Flushing, Queens? That was Fran Drescher's pitch, the rest is history.

I got to confess I usually get bored with sit-coms but this is the only one that I can watch over and over again (and the final episode still brings single tear in my eye). Yeah, the whole plot of Fran trying to get pregnant was dragged for too long, but still it's like 3 or 4 episodes, no biggy (unless my memory fails, it's been a while).

1993 - Mighty Morphin Power Rangers

For whatever reason a alien (?) race decided that teenagers are the appropiate warriors so they choose 5 Angel Grove locals to kick Galactic-Witch Rita's ass. Monsters that grow size but still look like rubber suits, the Rangers use spandex but for whatever reason they release sparks when a blade touches them. Still sweet little 4 year old me loved this show.

I checked a few episodes on Youtube not too long ago and I was pleasently surprised by the fact that each monster represented a struggle the Rangers where having on their civilian life... so facing and defeating them actually helped these kids in their ordinary life. A nice message that I completely forgot while self-convincing myself that this show was a lot dumber than I remembered.

Oh! By the way when it was on TV I watched -maybe- up to season 2. When the movie came out I was shocked that Jason, Trini and Zack were not in it.

1993 - The X Files

The most recognizable tune ever, the OG monster-of-the-week format, a skeptic + a believer, some comedy, another bit of drama and , in ocassions, straight-up horror = one of the greatest TV shows ever made.

Regardless what people think I preffer Agent Dogget (there, I said it!!) to Mulder, but of course that sunflower-seed eater, porn aficionado, spooky guy will always be loved either way.

Of course I didn't watched on TV (my mom and aunt had that privilege, I was literally a baby) but I got the whole series on bootleg DVD.

1993 - Frasier

I only watched a few mixed up episodes and I have the first 4 seasons on bootleg DVD but it was my aunt who liked it the most.

A psicologyst with a radio TV show has to live with his dad and his brother visits very often.

You might recognize them as Sideshow Bob and his brother as well.

1994 - Friends

Watched it on cable when I had it, mixed up as usual but still... for whatever reason sitcoms bore me... and this is not the exception. Again, I don't understand the hype.

1995 - Xena: Warrior princess

Ancient Greece, a female warrior... my (probably by the time we got it in Argentina) 6 year-old self loved this show. Until certain fling with Hercules... I didn't liked romance then (or now, but I'm a little more tolerant as an adult) and it ruined the show for me.

Yes, now I see certain undertones that my youngself didn't. I get it. Leave me alone!

1995 - Hercules: The Legendary Journeys

Yeah... I didn't liked Hercules but I watched a few episodes either way. I always liked a good fight on TV.

1996 - Sabrina, the teenage witch

Who didn't wanted to have magical powers growing up becuse of her?

I can't really tell how many season I've watched because, as I said, in Argentina you were lucky if the TV channels bought more than 2 season to repeat on end. Still... I didn't quite liked it as much once she left for collage. Kinda lost its magic *wink, wink*

1996 - Millenium

The year 2000 was upon us and the promise of the end of the world, so Chris Carter decided to play a little bit with it.

Frank Black is a retired agent that has a peculiar way of getting into the mind of the criminals (the audience is the only one that knows that he can see what the criminals see... live) so he is called over an over again to help on different cases.

It ended too soon (got cancelled I believe) but it has its final episode in season 9 of The X Files (if I'm not mistaken). It deals a lot with religion (mostly Christianity) and its a lot darker than Mulder & Scully's adventures (with the exception of that one episode where 4 demons get together in a coffe shop -desguised as old men- and tell their latest works done).

1997 - Meego

I got to be honest with you... I hardly remember anything from this TV show. It was basically ALF but with a human playing an alien instead of a puppet. Still we remember it fondly at home so I guess it was good enough?

1998 - Charmed

Argentina beeing Argentina, I saw a few seasons... maybe... I do remember that I liked more the original 3 sisters.

It's fun... sometimes cheesy... as any tv or film of that time.

1998 - Will & Grace

As I said, sitcoms end up becoming boring and repetitive. But that doesn't take away that sometimes jokes are good... some are very 90, but ah, well...

2000 - Dark Angel

Maybe I saw 2 season on TV but I was obsessed.

Typical supersoldiers experiments developed this superhuman creatures that got tired of beeing an experiment and broke out the facility when they were children, so now as grown ups live in our society. The lead Max (Jessica Alba) has a job as a courrier but every now and then steals, that's how she meets Logan a journalist with vigilante tendencies that needs someone to do the dirty work.

2000 - CSI (later known as Las Vegas)

Have I ever watched a show just to laugh at it? Yes, and it was called CSI, the original (I saw a lot of Miami as well).

I had a few glimpses here and there from this procedural that were the definition of Deus-ex-machina and later I decided to give it a shot just to see if, within this universe, it made sense. And nope.

If one of mom's doctors dissed House for his nearly-impossible diagnosis... I'm pretty sure some forensics did the same with Grissom's team.

Side note I really love Ted Danson, that guy is awesome.

2001 - Law & Order: Criminal Intent.

At first I thought it was a yet another The Brain + Person that explains him like many others... but Goren and Eames are the best detective duo. PERIOD.

You get to see them investigating (so Goren, mostly, doesn't know everything off the bat... he does go to the library, kids) and Eames is not just a blank space for the audience to jump in and have Goren explain everything to her. My favourite moments are when she can add up to his theory by just having the female side of things.

Goren isn't the typical I-only-think kind of detective (like, let's say Poirot) he can -and will- get into dangerous situations when needed.

You have to watch for D'onofrio's performance.

I like Jeff Goldblum as well... but his season was kinda... meh

2002 - Los Simuladores (The Pretenders - Argentina)

What if there was a group of people to solve any kind of situations? And what if this situations are quite basic, borderline stupid, like meeting the in-laws, giving a hard exam at the end of the year and such?

This is it, that's the plot.

This was a huge hit back in the day but it took me a decade (almost) to watch because if you knew argentinean tv and film as I do... you wouldn't believe that there are actually some good ideas burried very very deep in the mud.

2002 - Monk

A detective with OCD is soooo good at his job but cannot be a detective again because of it (it got worse once his wife died in a attack). Fun and wholesome... maybe it did dragged for too long.

And no matter what... we are Sharona stans in this house!

2002 - CSI Miami.

Just like CSI I watched it just to make fun of it (and because in cable they will put all CSIs together in one afternoon so it was easier to compare them).

At least this one didn't take itself too seriously!

2003 - Tru Calling

Med student has a weird ability where dead people can reach her and make her repeat the day to try and save their lives.

It ended too soon on a great cliffhanger that we will never see resolved. Damn it!

2004 - Lost

We all know Lost... it started great... and it ended.

Luckily for me the TV channel where I was watching it stopped after season 4 and I never bothered to try and catch up again.

2004 - House MD

Sherlock Holmes goes to med school and instead of solving crimes, he solves impossible diagnostics.

Gotta give it to Hugh Laurie for beeing a lovable a-hole the whole time.

It did lasted too long for me, I didn't watch the final seasons but I did watched a few mixed up episodes in cable so I kinda know what happens after, lets say... season 4? (the final one I've watched, maybe).

2004 - CSI New York

Same as the others. Just watched for Gary Sinise and Edward Furlong's guest appearence.

2004 - Miss Marple

I was never a fan of Miss Marple in writting... but on TV she is less annoying.

How come she is never suspicious? She's always around when a crime happens!

2005 - Invasion

Does anybody else remembers this TV show set after the Katrina hurricane that, apparently, also uncovered a race of aliens living underwater that have a body-snatching way of taking over the world? It's only 1 season, got cancelled I believe and I watched it on TV at 6 or 7 AM while getting ready to go to school. Ah, old times!

2005 - Mosca & Smith (Argentina)

(Mosca can be translated as "Fly" -the bug- but in this case is the character's Last Name so I'll leave it as it is)

Buddy cop with two overly eccentric characters. A silly comedy with some really in-depth meta humor of argentinean justice system. Some jokes are in poor taste... and I think it got raunchier in it's second season (I didn't watched it because one of the leads was replaced and the 2nd actor didn't had the same punch)

2005 - Bones

A forensic anthropologyst helps the FBI to solve crimes.

This is the BrainTM taken to an extreme. Dr. Temperance Brennan just can't be good at eeeeeverything. This kinda changed as seasons passed but still... who says smart people is always entirely clueless about how to be a normal human? And why so egocentric? (Most truly smart people are usually super-humble because they know that there is a lot more to learn).

In any case, it is fun. Watched on TV (earlier seasons) and continued on bootleg DVD.

2006 - Ugly Betty

The main reason why I didn't listed Betty, la fea in here it's because it is a telenovela (soap opera) everybody in Latinoamérica watched it. Some things are not so good (maybe I'll write about it one day) but overall it had a good story.

Those dubious things got changed in the U.S version... and it changed the whole story. It was easier to create something new than trying to bring people on board using a name that is well beloved to a certain ethnicity... just saying.

2007 - El Hombre que volvió de la muerte (The man that came back from Death -Argentina)

Think of a mash up of The Count of Montecristo and V for Vendetta.

It was a remake of a TV show done in the 60s... 70s? By Narciso Ibañez Menta, a Spanish actor that was naturalized as argentinean and was our very own mix of Boris Karloff (with his love for make up) and Vincent Price (he did a lot of Edgan Allan Poe stories as well). The original story was about Elmer Van Hess, who was subject to different experiments. The lab caughts on fire, he's inside and survives. For whatever reason his organs end up being given to other people so he embarks on a quest to retrieve them.

The remake also had Elmer Van Hess who was a happy fool about to get married, his boss and associates set him up and ends up in prision for fraud. Not happy with that, his boss strikes a deal with a Doctor so Elmer can be his human guinea pig (in order to do so, he asks other inmates to torture him while in prision so his only escape would be to go with the Doctor). He's experimented on as results he gets superhuman strenght and, of course, the chemicals affect his brain turning him into a very dark and blood-lust creature. The lab is set on fire, everybody thinks he died but he comes back 10 years later ready to take revenge on all of them. He was very cruel and his idea of revenge was very Saw-like... but deep down he's still in love with his almost-wife and she's the only one that can sort of ease him in the worst moments.

For an argentinean fiction it was very good.

2008 - Fringe

The X Files but even crazier? You got it.

Mom and I did got lost after season 4... but we still have the bootleg DVDs, it's just that we should start all over again and we don't have a lot of time 😝

2008 - The Mentalist

A guy is so good at reading people that decides to ripp them off saying that he's a medium. He got the wrong guy, this guy kills his family so now it's personal!

Patrick Jane's quirks might be amusing in the early episodes but after a while you, just like everyone else on the show, will want to punch him in the face.

From my little corner of the Earth I scream: Justice for Cho!! He also deserved a happy ending!

2009 - Doll House

A bunch of people got their memories wiped and now they receive other memories (fabricated sometimes) to take on dangerous tasks.

Dubious consent galore... but overall the premise was engaging. It lasted 3 seasons, the third one included a time-jump... the end didn't quite landed for me but... meh! It's entertaining at least.

2009 - Flashfoward

The entire world fainted at the same time. Everybody had visions of the future... so now some things need to be prevented for whatever reason.

Only one season, got cancelled. I don't remember a thing except the tribute to one of Jorge Luis Borges stories (El Jardín de los senderos que se bifurcan/ The garden of paths that bifurcate) and another to David Bowie's song Scary Monsters and Super Creeps. That's all I remember, I swear.

2009 - Modern Family

Sitcom that broke some barriers on what a typical family looks like. It's fun...but yeah, it also bored me.

Note to everybody: not all latinos sound like Sofía Vergara... not even Sofía Vergara sounds like Sofía Vergara the whole time.

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swan-of-sunrise · 2 years

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Spellbinding (Chapter Twenty Seven-Part Two)

Summary: As (Y/N) slowly heals from her physical and mental injuries, she’s helped and supported by her teammates. Things begin to look up for her until she receives a visit from two Alfheimian allies, who bear some surprising and life-altering news.

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings/Disclaimers: Disclaimer for a depiction and discussion of grief disorders, PTSD and their symptoms

A/N: Only one more chapter to go after this! Again, I’m really sorry for the delay, I feel terrible leaving you guys waiting for this but I hope you like it! Thank you so much for reading and I hope that you enjoy!

Chapter Twenty-Seven (Part II) June 7th, 2016 Avengers Tower, New York City (Previous Chapter)

The weeks following the Battle of Boston were quite possibly the hardest and most disorienting weeks of (Y/N)’s life, so much so that she often found herself wondering if she were truly awake and not still lying unconscious and unresponsive in a hospital bed. But not even she could dream up everything that transpired over the course of those few weeks…

Seeing her friends again after all they’d done for her had nearly reduced her into a puddle of tears, even more so after Loki told her just how worried they’d been for her when she ran away to Alfheim and the entire time she’d been unconscious. They visited her in pairs and sat at her bedside, doing their very best to distract her from her physical and emotional pain; Steve sketched intricate comic panels featuring all of the Avengers and Natasha helped her write funny captions for them, Tony and Bruce talked to her about some of the projects they’d been developing in the lab, Clint confided in her about his hearing loss and happily began teaching both her and Peter Parker some basic American sign language, Bucky recounted stories from his life before World War II while Sam told her all about his extended family back home in Delacroix, and Scott even brought his daughter Cassie along when he visited and showed off his close-up magic skills. The exuberant six-year-old was thrilled to meet her second-favorite Avenger, proudly declaring her father to be her all-time favorite, and she even brought her copy of Charlotte’s Web to read to her. Thor was unable to visit as often as the others, since he was busy helping Elora foster peace in the war-torn Alfheim, but he would still take the time to check in on her whenever he could. She appreciated everything her friends had done for her, of course, but there wasn’t anything they could do to stop the nightmares that plagued her whenever she closed her eyes.

Sam mentioned that she might be experiencing several symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder and one of the hospital’s on-call psychologists officially diagnosed her a week after she’d regained consciousness. Since Sam was a certified counselor and he understood the unusual circumstances surrounding the diagnosis, (Y/N) agreed to begin psychotherapy sessions with him; they talked about her experiences in Alfheim and the reoccurring nightmares that always centered around the violent Battle of Boston, and the symptoms of her PTSD slowly became more and more manageable. Sam often told her that while healing from trauma would be a lengthy process, the way she chose to carry it with her could end up making all the difference. Talking to Loki also seemed to help; her fiancé was a patient listener, holding her hand for support whenever she attempted to open up and wrapping her in comforting embraces when the words became too difficult to speak. He understood the anxiety and fear that she felt, having only recently learned to cope with his own trauma, and he did everything in his power to help her feel safe.

The physical wounds (Y/N) sustained were only slightly easier to cope with; the severeness of her injuries kept her in the hospital for two weeks and the overexertion of her Alf Seidr only made the healing process go slower. Frigga consulted with several Alfheimian healers and together, they were able to concoct a rejuvenation potion suitable for a half-Alfheimian, half-human to safely ingest; it worked to strengthen her weakened magic and in turn, her body gained the strength it needed to begin healing itself. After two weeks of careful observation, she was released from the hospital and transported to the Avengers Tower, where she spent an additional week of rest in the tower’s sickbay under the watchful eyes of Bruce and Doctor Cho before being allowed back to her suite. The next several weeks were devoted to brief physical therapy sessions, to exercise the leg Tarian had slashed open during their duel and to regain the muscle strength she’d lost while on bed-rest; Loki attended each session with her, his words of encouragement and bolstering smiles helping her power through the draining sessions, and the Epsom salt and lavender-scented bubble baths he prepared for her afterwards were an added bonus.

Whenever she wasn’t attending physical therapy or psychotherapy sessions, (Y/N) was resting and after almost a month of enduring the monotonous routine, she started to grow restless. There were only so many books and movies to keep her occupied and while her fiancé and friends tried their best to alleviate her boredom, their busy schedules in the wake of the Battle of Boston made it a challenge. An offhand comment of Sam’s during one of their sessions together gave her an idea and after consulting the internet for a second opinion, she found the perfect, non-strenuous activity to pass the time, one that everyone in the tower seemed to find just as much if not a little bit more enjoyment in than her…

“Woo-hoo, nobody knows it,” Tony and Clint sang into their improvised microphones, and the billionaire did a dramatic twirl before pointing at the archer. “But when I was down…”

“I was your clown!”

They both shimmied their shoulders in perfect synchronization. “Woo-hoo, nobody knows it, but right from the start…”

“I gave you my heart,” Clint’s free hand rested on his chest while he continued belting into the hairbrush he was clutching tight. “Oh-oh, I gave you my heart!”

“So, don’t go breaking my heart.”

“I won’t go breaking your heart.”

Embracing their natural theatricality, both Tony and Clint whipped around to face one another and sang together, “Don’t go breaking my heart!”

From where they sat on the library’s comfy sofa, Natasha and Sam whistled and cheered both men on as they continued their spirited rendition of Elton John and Kiki Dee’s “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart,” and (Y/N)’s fingers flew across the black and white keys of the grand piano she sat at, her own lips curved into a cheerful grin as her eyes flicked between the keys and the two grown men singing into plastic hairbrushes and dancing around the library.

Before her aunt’s death, she loved playing the piano and despite not sitting down at one in nearly four years, it wasn’t difficult to remember how to play; taking Sam’s advice, she read several medical papers that explored the correlation between playing a musical instrument and recovering from traumatic events, eventually deciding that resuming her old hobby was worth a shot. At first, the musical therapy sessions only comprised of her and Loki, who softly hummed along to the songs she performed but otherwise stretched out on the sofa and quietly listened to her playing while he kept her company, but their teammates soon started attending and the sessions quickly evolved into Avenger karaoke, an evolution that she eagerly went along with and actively encouraged. They can use an outlet for their untapped theatricality and I can always use the free entertainment, she thought to herself, her grin widening when she spotted Loki entering the library with a look of amusement on his face at the scene before him.

“I always had an inkling that my life would be strange and unpredictable, but I never imagined that I’d witness two of my former enemies performing their hearts out while my beautiful fiancé accompanies them on piano,” Loki remarked as he sat down on the bench beside her, kissing her temple and leaning back to watch her play the song’s bridge. “If this is how Barton and Stark perform while sober, I can’t begin to imagine what they’d do after they’ve had a few too many drinks.”

(Y/N) chuckled while keeping her eyes on the black and white keys beneath her fingertips. “I suppose we’ll find out at our wedding reception, won’t we?”

At the mention of their impending nuptials, he wrapped an arm around her waist and gave her side an affectionate squeeze. “I suppose we will.” While the two Avengers continued their boisterous performance, her fiancé hummed along to her playing and tapped his fingers against her hip in time with the beat, waiting until the song was almost finished before quietly singing to her, “Don’t go breaking my heart…”

“I won’t go breaking your heart,” She sang back, playfully bumping Loki’s arm with her elbow and winking at him as she ended the song with one final flourish on the keys; the room burst into applause and she couldn’t help but giggle at the silliness of it all before bowing her head in acknowledgement. “You two should really be careful. If the paparazzi catches wind of your musical talent, Broadway producers might come knocking for you to star in an Avengers show.”

“If they don’t, then I’ll produce and star in one myself,” Tony loudly declared after taking a bow of his own. “My old man made some movies back in the 40’s, after all. Maybe I’ll one-up him and put on a Broadway show, win a ton of awards alongside Barton here.”

Clint snorted in amusement but shook his head. “As tempting as that may be, Stark, I think I’ll stick to the private performances.”

“Barton’s not the only other Avenger with theatrical talents, you know.” A smirk crossed Natasha’s face as she got up from the sofa and moved to lean an elbow against the piano. “From what I hear, the Star-Spangled-Man-With-A-Plan put on one hell of a show back in the day.”

With a snort of amusement, Sam extended his arm and gestured at an invisible theatre marquee before him. “I can see it now: ‘Rogers: The Musical,’ featuring the award-winning song ‘I Can Do This All Day’ and the old war-time classic ‘Star Spangled Man.’”

“You guys are a riot,” Steve dryly spoke over their laughter as he walked into the library; he was still dressed in his uniform with his shield slung over his back, but he was also clutching an oversized cardboard key in his hand. “But I’d prefer putting on that ridiculous Captain America USO costume again over attending another one of these ceremonies.” (Y/N) winced a little and gave the super soldier a guilty smile; because of her actions during the Battle of Boston, she’d been invited to dozens of award ceremonies and events being held in her honor but due to her extensive injuries, her teammates got together and decided to trade off attending them in her place. If she were being honest, she was glad for the opportunity to avoid the limelight; she did what needed to be done on Alfheim and in Boston, and she felt highly uncomfortable at the thought of receiving awards and honors for simply doing the right thing. “The Mayor awarded you the key to the city and told me to wish you a speedy recovery.” The super soldier’s eyes softened. “She also wanted you to know that the city council voted to rename Boston Common’s bandstand after your father; it’s now the David B. (Y/L/N) Memorial Bandstand, to honor the life and sacrifice of a Bostonian hero.”

(Y/N) swallowed the lump in her throat and gave Steve a tight smile before averting her gaze. “Thank you for letting me know, Steve.” Her eyes stung with unshed tears and to distract herself from the sudden and unexpected surge of grief, she returned her attention back to the piano and absentmindedly resumed playing; she immersed herself in the notes, tuning out the voices of her teammates around her and trying her best to keep herself from breaking down in front of them.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when Loki’s hand rested on her back and she felt his thumb begin to move in soothing circles; her eyes flicked up and she was surprised to see that the library was empty except for the two of them. “The others wanted to give you some space,” Loki softly explained as his other hand reached up to gently wipe a wayward tear away from her cheek. “Steve’s sorry for upsetting you.”

“He shouldn’t be, I-I’m glad he told me but it’s just…” (Y/N) took a ragged breath and looked over at her sympathetic fiancé. “Right when I start to think that I can handle losing my dad, the grief rushes in and just knocks me back down; Sam told me that it’s a reflection of how important his life was to me and that the grief has to unfold at a natural pace in order for the healing to begin, but sometimes I think that it’ll never get better…that it’ll just keep hurting more and more until nothing’s left but the pain.” She looked back down and realized with a ghost of a smile what she’d inadvertently begun playing. “‘She’s Always a Woman’ by Billy Joel. Dad told me once that it was my mom’s favorite song; he used to play it for her all the time, said that the lyrics perfectly described her.”

Her fingers stilled against the piano keys and before she knew it, Loki had gathered her into his arms and carried her over to the sofa, sitting down and holding her securely in his lap while she cried against his neck. When her tears finally began to dry, he started to slowly press soft kisses along her cheeks and brow as one of his hands moved to caress her hair. “I’m right here, darling, I’ve got you.” He gently began rocking her while she curled her fingers around the collar of his shirt to bring him closer. “You’re grieving for more than just your father, (Y/N); you’re grieving for your family – your father, your mother and your aunt – and the life you could’ve had with them if Tarian hadn’t taken it away. I know that it doesn’t feel like it at the moment, but I promise that the pain of your losses will not overtake you.”

Nuzzling against the smooth skin of his neck, (Y/N) kissed his jaw once and quietly murmured, “Thank you for being here with me, sweetheart.” Her fiancé hummed in acknowledgement and rested his cheek against her head as he only tightened his hold on her. “I just…I wish that we could just get away from everything. The media circus, the award ceremonies, the never-ending chaos, all of it; after everything that’s happened, I want us to go somewhere where we can just breathe and pretend that we’re not superheroes for a few days.”

“Then let’s do it.” (Y/N)’s head snapped up as she blinked in surprise and Loki gave her an earnest grin. “Let’s go somewhere, just you and I. A vacation all to ourselves.”

“S-Seriously?”

His grin widened as he emphatically nodded. “We can go anywhere you want, my love, I don’t care where so long as I’m with you.”

“Oh, my goodness, there’s so many places we could go…I-I just…” Unable to form a complete sentence in her stunned state, (Y/N) pulled Loki’s face down and crashed her lips against his in a passion-filled kiss; he made a sound of surprise at her sudden action, but was quick to return the kiss with an equal amount of enthusiasm. When they were finally forced to separate for air, she tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear and smiled at the slightly dazed look in his emerald-green eyes. “I’d like that very, very much, Loki.”

The corners of Loki’s eyes crinkled as he smirked in amusement. “Yes, I believe I got the hint, darling.” He leaned in to kiss her again but just then, a blinding rainbow-colored light shone through the library’s windows and caught their attention. The Bifrost had landed on the tower’s protruding helipad and its bright light faded away to reveal, Thor, Elora and, to (Y/N)’s surprise, Amirah; while the Asgardian prince and the Alfheimian general conversed with one another, the former princess curiously looked out at the New York City skyline and even from her spot in the tower’s library, (Y/N) could see the wonderment and awe written across Amirah’s features. “It appears that we have visitors,” Loki sighed and glanced back at (Y/N) with his brow knit in concern. “If you’re not up for it, I can always ask them to come back later.”

“No, it’s okay, I think that a visit could do me some good right now.” She slid off of Loki’s lap and stood, wincing in discomfort as her strained muscles ached in protest; she’d completed an intense session of P.T. and was in desperate need of a warm Epsom salt soak, but it would have to wait until after her friends’ visit. “Could you help me to the common room, please? Natasha put me through the ringer earlier and my legs still feel like sore Jell-o.”

With a soft smile, Loki nodded and stood up from the sofa before taking a hold of one of her hands and pressing a feather-soft kiss to the center of her palm, something he’d regularly taken to doing since she regained consciousness in the hospital. “Anything for you, my darling (Y/N).”

“Mmm, anything, huh? Since you just finished the Percy Jackson series, will you read the Heroes of Olympus series with me?”

“Oh Hel, there’s more of them?! That Riordan fellow is a menace, honestly…”

(Y/N) bit her lip to keep from laughing while he ranted on, deciding to wait until another time to tell her fiancée that along with his Greek and Roman mythology books, Mr. Riordan had also recently released the first novel in his greatly-anticipated Norse mythology series.

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“…And with the supplies and aid sent to us from Asgard, Alfheim is slowly but surely beginning to recover from Tarian’s autocratic rule,” Elora assured them with a begrudging smile. “Prince Thor has proven to be a wise and generous ally in our time of need; the Council was so impressed with the respectful way in which he’s aided our realm that they’ve unanimously decided to enter into new peace treaty negotiations with Asgard.”

(Y/N) beamed in happiness. “That’s wonderful news! Once a peace treaty is signed, trade routes can be established and with the influx of fresh resources from across the Nine Realms, Alfheim will finally start to heal after all those centuries trapped beneath Freyr’s barrier.” She glanced over at Thor reclining in one of the common room’s armchairs. “It seems that we owe you our thanks, Thor.”

“Ah, but it would be entirely unfair to take all the credit, Lady (Y/N), not when Lady Amirah here offered me such skilled advice and guidance when it came to dealing with her countrymen. There aren’t many who can wield diplomacy as well as they wield a sword, but she is equally proficient at both.”

The older Asgardian’s ears were bright pink as he briefly looked over at Amirah, and both (Y/N) and Loki exchanged a knowing smile before she addressed the former princess. “The Council hasn’t been giving you any trouble, have they?”

“They did at first, but they quickly changed their tune once they learned that it was I who convinced the Royal Guard to turn against my father.” Amirah tucked a loose lock of hair behind her pointed ear and gave (Y/N) a tentative sort of smile; the relationship between her and the tyrant’s daughter was only just beginning to feel normal. Despite the obvious mind-control she’d been subjected to, Amirah blamed herself for many of her father’s despicable actions and when she visited (Y/N) at the hospital, she expressed guilt over her severe injuries but (Y/N) was quick to comfort the former princess; Amirah was a victim, just as she was, and there was no way she could blame the Alfheimian who risked everything to do the right thing, even when it resulted in the death of her own father. “And how is your recovery going?”

“Now that my wounds are fully healed and I’ve regained the muscle strength I lost while on bed-rest, Bruce and Doctor Cho decided that next week’s physical therapy session will be my last. As for everything else…” (Y/N)’s grip on Loki’s hand tightened a little as she took a steadying breath and smiled. “Some days are harder than others, but I’m doing better.”

Elora’s golden eyes filled with sadness at her reply. “I miss him, too. It comforts me to know that he’s found peace amongst the stars with Layeia and his sister, but I wish that he were here to see you finish what your mother started…which leads us to the second purpose of our visit: your coronation.” (Y/N) blinked in surprise and Loki stiffened beside her, both seemingly taken aback by the sudden reminder that the throne of Alfheim was rightfully hers. “On Alfheim, coronations traditionally take place on Midsumarblot, the celebration of the summer solstice.”

“But that’s in two weeks’ time,” Loki pointed out and when she glanced over at him, his brow was furrowed in concern. “Surely more time can be granted for her to learn the intricacies of ruling an entire realm before she’s crowned your queen?”

“I’m sorry, Prince Loki, but we cannot afford to wait any longer; the longer the throne remains vacant, the higher the chance that-”

“That someone like my father will rise up and attempt to claim it for themselves.” The former princess was resolute in her words, but the way she was fiddling with the hem of her tunic gave away the uneasiness she was feeling. “Our people have been through enough, your highness, and right now they deserve a queen who has their best interests at heart.”

“But what of Lady (Y/N)’s best interests? As I told you back in Ljosalfgard, she’s suffered through a traumatic experience and should be focused on healing at the moment, not worrying about having to rule Alfheim.”

“Prince Thor, I-”

“I wish you’d all stop talking as though I’m not here,” (Y/N) interrupted, watching as their expressions grew apologetic and they cast their eyes downwards. “I appreciate your concerns, I really do, but I just…” She looked down at her lap, her mind racing to process the implications of her inheritance. “Becoming the Queen of Alfheim means I’ll have to give up being an Avenger, doesn’t it?”

Elora shared a look with Amirah and slowly nodded. “Your duty will be to Alfheim, to protect and rule over its people with the wisdom and grace of all the kings and queens before you. But you’ll finally be among your people, (Y/N), just as your mother always wanted for you; you’ll have the opportunity to learn about your Alfheimian lineage and understand the part of yourself that’s gone unexplored for so long. You’ll finally be home.”

Feeling the eyes of all four of them diligently trained on her, (Y/N) carefully stood and slowly walked over to the nearest wall, where over a dozen framed sketches hung on display; Steve had spent the better part of a year sketching the team and brushing up his talented work, finally unveiling them on the day she’d been released from Metro-General Hospital as a ‘welcome home’ present. Each sketch depicted a single Avenger involved in whichever task or hobby they enjoyed the most; Tony was tinkering with his Iron Man suit, Bruce was in the middle of conducting an experiment, Natasha was posed in one of her many fighting stances, Clint was firing an arrow at a target, Thor was using Mjolnir to summon a bolt of lightning in one hand and holding a shawarma in the other, Sam was in the middle of leading a counseling session at the local V.A., Bucky was practicing a series of knife-flips, Spider-Man was swinging across the rooftops of Queens, Scott was performing a close-up magic trick, Rhodey was seated on the wing of the F-22 Raptor that he used to help train Air Force pilots, Loki was sitting cross-legged and reading the hardcover book resting in his lap and (Y/N) was also engrossed in a book, her legs stretched out across the library’s sofa as she peacefully read. In the center of the arrangement of sketches was a photograph of them taken during their unusual but heartwarming Thanksgiving dinner and (Y/N) smiled to herself, reminded of her fiancé’s speech about their resilient bonds of friendship with one another.

The Avengers were family, no doubt about it, but while she loved each and every one of them with all her heart, she now knew that they weren’t her only family in the universe; she’d spent countless months longing to learn more about the Light Elves of Alfheim, her long-lost mother’s mysterious race, and after saving their realm from a tyrannical ruler, she was only two weeks away from ruling over them as their queen. Midgardian or Alfheimian, the Cosmic Sorceress or the Queen of Alfheim, superhero or ruler…it was only inevitable that she would have to choose to live as one or the other, but she hadn’t expected the decision to be quite so difficult to make.

“Don’t make the choices you feel you have to make,” Her mother’s final words of wisdom replayed in her mind and helped to calm herself down. “Just follow your heart and you’ll never find yourself lost.”

“I will, Mom,” (Y/N) whispered, giving the wall of frames one last look before turning back to face Elora, Amirah, Loki and Thor, her mind already made up as she gave them all a small smile and opened her mouth to speak…

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Midsumarblot-the celebration of the summer solstice

A/N: I’m sorry but I couldn’t resist leaving you with one final cliffhanger before the last chapter! What do you think (Y/N)’s gonna do?? Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2wx8TZwpDN0l33tES3W3Nk?si=7686d6ef4b394298

Chapter Twenty Eight

Spellbinding Masterlist

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