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nicoline1998enilocin · 6 months

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Mirror mirror on the wall...

PAIRING | FWB!Loki Laufeyson x FWB!Avenger!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.4K

SUMMARY | You don't see Loki that often, but when you do, it is always filled with nothing but lust. When he finds out about the latest addition of a life-size mirror in your room at the Compound, he can't help but have some fun with it and make you fall apart around him simultaneously.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Friends with benefits, use of pet name (Gorgeous), smut (mirror sex, masturbation - F receiving, fingering, protected sex, squirting, implied aftercare).

A/N | I want to dedicate this fic to @avengersfantasies, who's a big fan of the God of Mischief, just like myself. (Surprise! 🫣) I hope you will enjoy the route I took with this because it was a lot of fun to write 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

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Main Masterlist | Loki Laufeyson Masterlist | Part 2

You started a friends-with-benefits arrangement with Loki a few years ago but didn't see each other often. Between you being gone for extended missions and him constantly being needed on Asgard, there hasn't been much time spent in his arms, fucking each other until you can't think straight.

Today, however, you're lucky to have Loki all for yourself for a couple of hours, and both of you plan to make the most of it, especially when Loki notices the new life-sized mirror in your room.

''Hm, I see you got a new addition to your room; maybe we should put it to good use,'' Loki whispers in your ear as he stands in front of you, letting the silk robe on your shoulders slide down, revealing the emerald green lingerie you wore just for him.

The warmth of his breath ghosting over your ear makes you feel goosebumps, and you let out a small sigh as you feel his hands follow the fabric down your arms.

The silky fabric reaches the floor with a soft thud, and Loki can't help but smile as he sees you wearing his signature color; it compliments your skin beautifully.

''Did you do this just for me, Gorgeous?'' Loki asks between kisses trailing from your neck and shoulders down to your breasts before pushing you back onto the bed until you're seated at the edge.

When you're seated, he takes a step back and waves his hand once, and suddenly, the beautiful lingerie adorning your body has vanished, leaving you bare in front of him.

''I doubt I'll ever get enough of seeing you laid out like this in front of me,'' he whispers before removing his clothing as well, unable to wait any longer.

When you see his thick, long, throbbing cock, your mouth instantly waters, and your cunt starts dripping at the sight. There's never been a moment you've needed him more than you do right now.

''Spread those thighs for me and play with that perfect cunt of yours, Gorgeous; let's take a good look at how well you're spreading those folds for me,'' he says, and his fingers under your chin guide your sight to the mirror in front of you.

You do as he says as your fingers slide through the wetness and gather some of it before you find your clit and start rubbing slowly. Your head falls back against his shoulder from the pleasure, your back arching at the sensations.

''Loki, please, I want your fingers inside of me,'' you beg, your eyes trained on him through the mirror.

''How can I say no to you when you beg so sweetly?'' he says, followed by a deep groan coming from his chest, and his arm snakes around your waist to replace your fingers with his.

''Don't take your eyes off the mirror,'' he orders, and your eyes snap up to meet his again after you were looking at where his fingers made contact with your dripping flesh.

His long, thin fingers slide into your entrance without hesitation, and he sets a slow but steady pace, making it difficult to keep eye contact as you melt into his touch.

The moans leaving your mouth are wanton, and you can barely keep your eyes open, let alone fixed on the sight in front of you.

''L-Loki! 'm cumming!'' you suddenly scream as he lets some warmth spread through his fingers with his magic, and it's like every sense got dialed to 10, and you couldn't hold back any longer.

Because he used his magic, it's like a little switch inside you flipped, and you felt a hot rush of liquid squirting out and over the bed, which made Loki grunt from deep within.

''Look at that! Cumming like the perfect slut for me, Gorgeous, I can't wait to fill you up with my cock and pump you full of every last drop of my seed,'' he whispers in your ear, licking along the shell of your ear before pulling his fingers out, and letting you come down from your high.

''Fuck, missed you so much,'' you pant before shifting a little, and your line of sight immediately drops down to your leaking pussy before Loki feeds you his fingers, allowing you to lick them clean with a moan.

When he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, he turns your head so you're facing him, and halfway, his lips meet yours in a tender, loving kiss that has you melting into his touch.

Your right hand finds its place in his long, black hair, and you tug softly, a soft moan leaving his lips as he spreads them to allow your tongue to mingle with his.

As much as you enjoy having sex with Loki, these intimate moments make it special for both of you. There has always been a deeper connection between you two, and even though it may not be romantic, you both know it goes deeper than friendship.

You can't think about this moment for too long, however, because before you can even say something, you're on your hands and knees before him, your chest pressed against the mattress, but your head turned so that you have to look at what he's doing.

He has already wrapped himself up, and before you can even think about what's happening, you feel Loki's hand press against your neck, the blunt head of his cock pushing into you while you moan.

''Fuck, feels so fucking good around me, Gorgeous,'' Loki says, and within no time, he's sliding into the hilt, hitting your sweet spot as he does so, and a whine escapes your lips.

After he lets you adjust to him, he starts setting a relatively rough pace that has you seeing stars and moaning and whining uncontrollably.

''Look at that, Gorgeous; look at how well you're doing for me right now!'' he commands, and your eyes move to the sight in front of you, and the mischievous smile on Loki's face is unmistakable.

Loki's hand shifts from the back of your neck to your throat, and he pulls you to him, his chest firm against your back while his pace doesn't slow down even remotely.

''See, Gorgeous? Look at how well we're made for each other! Taking my cock so well like my perfect little cockslut,'' he groans as he picks up his pace, chasing his high.

''C'mon, touch that perfect little clit of yours, and I'll cum with you; that's what you want, right? Want me to cum in this tight pussy of yours? Want to be filled with me cum until it drips out of you?'' he asks, but you're too far gone to be able to answer him.

Your brows are furrowed, and your jaw is entirely slack, moans and whimpers coming out of you uncontrollably as you find the strength to chase your high.

''C-cumming!'' you pant out, and Loki sets a brutal pace while looking at you in the mirror, keeping eye contact until you clench around him, and he can't hold back either.

With a roar of your name, he shoots all of his seed into the condom, and he lets you fall forward to catch your breath while he falls backward, slipping out of you simultaneously, and you whine at a loss.

Loki quickly discards the condom before switching positions and pulling you close, rubbing his hands softly over your back as he sings softly to you.

You're listening to what he's singing, which always calms you down, lulling you to sleep. He pulls the comforter over both of your bodies, and you snuggle into his arms and against his chest.

After 2-3 hours, you wake up with your back snuggly against his chest, Loki's arms wrapped around you protectively.

''Hi Gorgeous, did you have a good nap?'' he asks, and after a stretch, you nod with a big smile.

''Thank you for coming by,'' you say before kissing his nose and getting up. As much as you'd like to stay longer, you have some meetings to attend, and Loki has some business in Asgard to take care of again.

''Can't wait until next time, Gorgeous,'' he says, and with one last look back and a wave, you're off to your meeting, already thinking about the next time you'll see him again.

''Next time, I'll make you feel good in front of that mirror,'' you whisper to yourself. When you return to your room after your meetings, you see a bouquet of white roses on your bed, another tradition he started long ago.

''Next time, I'm taking you to my palace,'' the note says in his signature green handwriting, and you're looking forward to it already.

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michelleleewise · 1 year

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Chocolate and promises

Pairing: Loki x female reader (eventually)

Warnings: mentions of domestic abuse, slight mention of blood, hitting, mentions of bruises and injuries (not graphic), toxic relationship, reader needs a hug, possessiveness, controlling behavior, self deprecating thoughts, minor dark themes, loki comforting reader

Summary: your friendship with Loki and grown over the last two years, until something threatened to take it away

A/n- this chapter will have two parts. A&B, it was too long for one part lol.... Graphics by: @harlequin-hangout 💚💚

Part one--part two: a-

You ran down the hall making your way to Loki's room, wanting him to be the first to know, You bounced on your feet knocking on the door hearing shuffling on the other side, smiling as the door opened revealing.. "oh..hey, is Loki in there?" You asked smiling at the man. "Whose asking?" He huffed crossing his arms. Another jealous one..you thought to yourself "y/n...best friend. And you are?" You asked holding your hand out watching him look down his nose at it "Jason.." he sneered keeping his arms crossed. "Well..Jason is Loki here?" You asked again when the door opened further revealing your Loki.

Hello my dear, how are you?" He asked stepping into the hall wrapping you in a hug. "Great! I have news, but your bodyguard here wouldn't let me pass...I must not be on the list." You said as Loki turned to the man. "Just because I shared my bed with you for the night does not give you liberty to tell my friend anything, am I clear?" He snapped seeing Jason's eyes widen "I'm sorry, it won't happen again." He said stepping back "your right, it will not. See that you are gone when I return." He said turning back to you "what was your news darling?" He asked guiding you down the hall to the kitchen.

"Oh yes! Allen asked me to move in with him!" You screeched as loki rounded the island grabbing the kettle "isn't it a bit soon y/n?" He asked seriously filling the kettle "we've been dating six months loki, dont be such a prude." You snarked sitting on the stool "I beg your pardon?" He feigned offense, one hand on his chest "I thought you would be happy for me." You said seriously "I am dear, I just don't want you to rush into anyrhing." He said smiling "some of us don't have as much time as you old man." You snarked "well if your just going to call me an old maid.." he started "no! No..I just...I'm happy." You said smiling as Loki walked around the island "if you are happy then I am." He said pulling you into a hug.

"And everything is going to be great! You'll still see me here, and don't even think your getting out of our movie nights." You smiled hearing him laugh "Well I should hope not, what else do I have to look forward to?" He asked grabbing two cups from the cabinet "Oh I don't know....jason." you smiled seeing him glare at you. "Sorry about that by the way." You said looking down "you did nothing wrong, he had no right to say anything. Besides...he wasn't that good anyway." He said shrugging making you laugh "oh..so no loss then?" You asked as he slid a cup to you "Darling, as long as I have you, I'll be fine." He smiled "ooo careful, your bordering on sentiment." You said sipping your tea. "Only for you my dear." He smiled.

Loki looked at his phone for the umpteenth time seeing no messages, sighing as he set it down. It was going on six months since you moved out of the tower and he felt like he was losing you more and more each day. He sat back in his chair looking out the window thinking about the last few months. He had noticed your behavior slowly start to change from your happy, bubbly self that he adored beyond reason, to a quiet reserved shell. The drastic change unsettled him, as well as your change in wardrobe. Where once you wore bright pastels, were replaced with blacks and greys with the occasional dark blue. Not to mention the only skin showing was from your neck up and your hands. It gave him an uneasy feeling.

"Friday...is y/n in the tower?" He called out to the ceiling "no Mr Laufeyson she is not." The AI responded making him sigh. He hated what he was about to do but for you he would walk through Helhiem barefoot. He got to his feet and made his way down to the labs. His mind raced with possible scenarios as the elevator traveled down. If that insignificant human hurt you he would end him in the most painful way he could imagine. He was pulled from his thoughts as the elevator dinged, the doors sliding open.

Stark!" He yelled across the lab making Tony jump "geeze Rudolph give a guy a heads up." He said holding his chest "I need to know where y/n is, I have not heard from her in quite some time." Loki said crossing his arms. "Oh, she put her notice in." Tony said sitting down "what does that mean?" Loki snapped staring at him "it means she quit, she isn't here anymore." Tony explained "what..why?" Loki asked taken aback "something about her boyfriend wanting her to stay home or something" Tony said running a hand through his hair "but I told her she's welcome back whenever she wants." Tony explained. "Very well, thank you stark." Loki said turning around. "You've seen it too...haven't you?" Tony called out making Loki stop "whatever you do...don't get caught." Tony said, loki nodded before heading back to his room, something was going on and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

You heard the doorbell ring, hurrying to the door before it woke Allen, opening it seeing Loki standing there "H..hey...what are you doing here?" You asked looking around "I have not heard from you, so i.." he started "I'm fine..really." you hurried fidgeting with the sleeve of your sweater. You looked up seeing him frown. "Sorry I haven't messaged, I've just been really busy." You said smiling. "That's quite alright dear, I was wondering since you missed movie night, Stark is hosting a small evening for us, and I wanted you to join me." He smiled watching you. "Oh...um I don't know." You trailed off looking down when Loki gently grabbed your hand.

"Please darling, i..I miss you." He said, looking up seeing his eyes soften. "How can I say no to you." You said seeing him smile "then I shall see you there?" He asked "yes, I'll be there." You agreed when Loki leaned forward wrapping his arms around you making you stiffen before he stepped back looking at you "I'll see you tonight " He smiled turning to leave as you slowly closed the door. "Your not going." You heard from behind you making you jump. You turned heading for the kitchen "have you been talking to him again?" Allen asked making you freeze "what did you tell him?" He continued stalking towards you. "You took my phone, how could i...." You were cut off by the back of Allen's hand hitting your cheek, knocking you to the floor, touching your lip seeing red on your fingers.

"Are you talking back?" He snarled looking down at you. "No, I just..." you trailed off as his fingers threaded through your hair pulling harshly "I think someone needs taught a lesson." He said, pulling you up dragging you towards the bedroom "Allen stop! Your hurting me!" You yelled as he opened the door pushing you inside. "You know what to do." He snarled, kicking the door shut. You walked towards the bed, closing your eyes hearing his belt buckle "I think twenty should do it? Don't you think?" He asked walking up behind you. You stayed silent knowing that was the best option.

You laid awake, wincing when you rolled to your side, your eye and cheek stinging. You waiting for Allen to doze off, listening as his breathing evened out you knew it was now or never. You slowly crept out of bed, padding to the closet to grab whatever clothes you could find in the dark before going to the door, looking back hearing him snore you slowly opened the door, slipping out. You walked to the living room quickly throwing on the t-shirt and sweatpants, grabbing your shoes as you tip toed to the door. Slowly opening it to freezing as it creaked, looking back to the bedroom door praying he hadn't heard. After a few minutes you carefully slipped out closing the door behind you. You released the breath you had been holding as you bent down slipping your shoes on, looking up and down the dark street you sighed, starting towards the tower.

You slunk down alleyways and backstreets until you saw the top of the tower, taking a quick look around before making a run for it. You knew Allen would be awake soon, If he wasn't already and he would definitely notice you missing. You heart raced as you made it to the end of the alley across from the tower, your eye throbbed and your lip burned where it was split but you were so close you could taste it. If you could just make it over there everything would be fine. You took a deep breath, looking up an down the street before bolting to the doors, pulling them as hard as you could but they wouldn't budge. "Shit!...Tony!...Loki!" You yelled as loud as you could knowing they couldn't hear you.

You heard a car up the street, hurrying behind the building trying to hide when the car stopped. "Y/n! I know your out here!" You heard Allen yell making you blood run cold. "Just come home and I'll forgive you." He said when you heard footsteps rounding the building. "You know I love you I just got upset, let's talk about it." He continued. You looked around seeing a dumpster against the building, quickly running over lifting yourself in "stop making this harder then it needs to be!" He yelled when you heard a door fly open "Al, hey...what are you doing here? You heard Tony's voice. "Oh hey Tony, y/n and I had a small disagreement and she left. I thought she might be here." You heard Allen say back making you scoff.

"Well I haven't seen her, but if I do..." he trailed off "what is going on?" You heard a deep voice "loki.." you whispered, feeling a tear run down your cheek "hey lokes, Al here lost y/n." Tony said. "What did you do to her?" You heard Loki ask sternly "that's none of your business." You heard Allen snap back. "She's my friend, so I'm making it my business!" You heard Loki yell before the scuffle of footsteps "ok, ok calm down, Al go home. I'll call you if I see her." Tony said when you heard footsteps retreat. "You will not call him!" You heard Loki yell "of course not! But I wanted him to leave." Tony said. You released the breath you were holding, shifting to lift the lid of the dumpster.

You peeked out seeing Loki holding his daggers and Tony with his blaster on "Hey guys...it's just me." You said quietly, lifting the lid higher "Oh my God..y/n?" Loki said, rushing over he lifted you out like you weighed nothing, setting you on your feet but not letting go "what were you doing in there?" He asked brushing trash off your clothes "he was right behind me, i..." you trailed off feeling your eyes burn. "Well he's gone now, let's get you inside." Tony said holding the door open. Loki gently grabbed your arm guiding you, keeping your head down so your hair would cover your face. Making it upstairs you walked into the common room seeing it empty.

"Ever the insomniacs huh?" You laughed "Well i was headed to bed, y/n your welcome to any room you like, just let me know." Tony said heading back to the elevator "ok, thank you Tony." You said looking down "anytime kid...Loki." Tony said stepping onto the elevator. "I should probably find a room." You said keeping your eyes down, not wanting him to see how weak you had been when you felt his fingers under your chin, slowly lifting your head up to look at him. His eyes meeting your one, traveling across your face when you felt his thumb lightly brush you puffy cheek "l..loki...i..." you tried, feeling a lump rise in your throat when he wrapped his arms around you, gently cradling your head to his chest

"I am sorry y/n, I should have come sooner." He whispered, pressing his cheek to your head "no, it wasn't your fault loki, it was.." you started when he suddenly pulled back "no, absolutely not. None of this was your fault." He said through gritted teeth "I will have his hands for touching you." He growled beginning to pull away "no loki...please. he's not worth it." You said grabbing his shirt "he does not deserve his pathetic existence." He snarled trying to pull free "Please, don't go...stay with me." You whispered making him stop and look at you, his eyes softening "very well, anything for you darling." He said relaxing. "Help me find a room?" You asked looking down the hall. "If you wish, you could stay in my room tonight, everything is already set up." Loki said smiling.

"Are you sure? I don't want to impose." You said fidgeting with your sweater. "You could never impose, come on let's get you settled." He said holding his arm out you looped yours around his as he guided you towards his room. "I'm not displacing Jason am i?" You asked smiling hearing him laugh "I would throw him out of the window for you dear." He said making you laugh "haven't you done that before?" You asked nudging him with your elbow "and I will again." He said looking over smiling at you. You made it to his room as he opened the door waving you in first. You looked around, smiling seeing nothing had changed.

"If you wish you can take a shower, there are towels In the bathroom, have you eaten?" Loki asked turning the lights on "um. No.." you said pulling on your sleeve "ok, I will make you something while you get cleaned up." He said walking into the small kitchen. "Loki.." you trailed off, his eyes meeting yours "Thank you, for everything." You smiled "I would burn the realm for you dear without hesitation." He smiled back. You walked to the bathroom closing the door with a soft click before pulling your sweater over your head, grimacing seeing the bruises littering your skin. Slowly running your fingers over them you finally let yourself feel as tears streamed down your cheeks.

Sinking to the floor you brought your knees to your chest quietly sobbing as the weight was lifted. Your life wasn't your own, it was Allen's. He had taken everything from you, and you were too weak to stop him. You thoughts spiraled when you heard a soft knock on the door "everything alright darling?" You heard Loki ask "yes, I'm ok." You called back wiping your face. "I have some sleep clothes for you when you are done, they are on the bed." He said "ok, thank you." You said standing up. Looking in the mirror at your puffy face you sighed "i want my life back." You said to yourself, walking over to the shower turning it on.

You came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel seeing Loki reading in the living room "I'll be right back" you said trying to duck into the bedroom, but your were sure he saw. You quickly dried off, slipping the clothes on he had left, smelling his cologne on the shirt making you sigh. You grabbed the towel throwing it in the basket seeing his cloak hanging by the door. Thoughtlessly reaching your hand out feeling the material "how is that so soft." You said grabbing it wrapping it around your shoulders seeing it engulphed you as you wrapped it around you. You walked into the living room seeing Loki set his book down "I see you've taken to claiming my things again." He laughed, standing up. "Oh i...um sorry I can put it back." You said starting to take it off when Loki grabbed it pulling it back over you "no, you are welcome to anything you wish darling." He smiled.

"Now, come eat." He said guiding you to the couch, he sat down patting the space between his legs holding up a hair brush "come darling, sit down." He said as you sat down on the floor between his knees, seeing he made you grilled cheese and soup. "T..thank you Loki." You said, feeling the lump return to your throat as he threaded his fingers through your hair. "You are welcome, now eat while I work my magic." He said making you smile. You took a few bites of your sandwich, feeling the brush glide through your hair, closing your eyes sighing "tilt your head Darling." He said as you shifted, laying your head on his thigh feeling his fingers seperate and twist your hair.

"Did you know, where I am from when we go in to battle and return victorious we place a braid in our to symbolize our strength and courage." You heard him say, your scalp tingling feeling his fingers gently glide through your hair "and you my dear have ridden through Hel and emerged triumphant." He said tying the end of the braid setting the brush down. "Darling.." he trailed off, looking down seeing your fast asleep. Running his fingers along the braid you shifted slightly, his cloak slipping down your shoulder revealing a bruise traveling around your neck, clenching his fist he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as you nuzzled his leg making him smile.

He got up, cradling your head he lifted you up carrying you to the bedroom gently laying you down tucking his cloak around you. Slowly backing up he felt your fingers wrap around his wrist "loki...please.." you trailed off, eyes still closed "yes darling? Do you need something?" He asked watching you "stay.." you mumbled pulling on his arm "I don't know y/n.." he said when you scooted over pulling him with you "please.." you whispered. He sighed, flicking his wrist changed into a shirt and sweatpants he laid down next to you as you curled up to his side, nuzzling your face into his shoulder making him laugh. He ran his fingers through your hair hearing you sigh. "Sweet dreams, my little valkyrie." He smiled closing his eyes.

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stxrvel · 3 months

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i don't wanna live forever (2)

summary: you and Steve share some time together after so much time apart, and you finally start getting closer to your goal back in Europe after so many years

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

words: +4k

warning: just some bad words

note: hey guys! hope u guys like this part! we're getting close to the mythic winter soldier >:). i'll try to edit and publish next part tomorrow after work. i'm close to finish this fic, probably will be 6-7 chapters. so i'll see you around, thank you for the support <3

part 1 ; part 3 ; part 4

You thought having Steve back would make things better. Not that they were any worse, but there couldn't have been a worse time to go through a goddamn alien invasion.

“Holy shit,” you spoke into the air, but Steve at your side elbowed you, hearing you clearly, his scowl meeting you amidst the masses of air. “Are you seeing what I see?”

“Do you have to say it like that?“

“Ah, poor, right Steve. God save him from hearing a bad word because a little star on his suit will die,” Tony Stark walked past you, catching up to overhear the conversation, teasing you with a smirk on his face. You tensed as he passed behind you, shaking your head to avoid his gaze, earning you a confused look from Steve.

Tony continued on his way, currently accustomed to you not even glancing his way when they were in the same place. His suit was almost completely shredded, an unfamiliar feeling of dread coursing through you from the pit of your stomach until you felt the heartburn in the back of your throat bother you. Ever since you saw on the news that he was proclaimed Ironman, that feeling of dread had been with you every time you saw him. You knew why, but you didn't want to give voice to those thoughts…

“For a person who's lived this many years, you're pretty bad at dissembling,” Steve spoke again as Tony disappeared down the hallway and you shook your head shutting him up, refocusing on what was important. “I can't believe I crashed a plane into the Arctic just to get this thing back to the surface before me.”

“Well, it'll be in good hands now,” you nodded in the direction of the approaching Norse god, his walk a bit overbearing as he dedicated sidelong glances at them as he approached the scepter of Loki, his brother.

“If you're done admiring it, time to go.”

Steve moved in the direction of the elevator, waving his hand for you to join him, but you shook your head in refusal and pointed him to the stairs. Your friend didn't read too much into your gesture, lifting a shoulder and resuming his walk to where the rest of the team was grouped. Just looking at them, you remembered the smug smile Fury had given you when you agreed, finally, to be part of the team, after learning that Steve would be too. He was damn lucky, that's all, because that wouldn't happen again. What were the odds of two alien invasions happening in one year, after all?

After they delivered the scepter and Loki, you'd be long gone from there, focusing on your primary mission in getting into SHIELD in the first place, which Fury had as much knowledge of as you did.

“Hey,” you greeted Steve again, meeting him just after the Norse gods disappeared.

“Hey,” he approached, wearing that brown leather jacket he hadn't let go of since the moment he touched it. The team was taking their leave behind him, each focusing on their own business from now on. As you crossed glances with Natasha Romanoff, that feeling of familiarity coursed through your body once again. It was odd, you were sure you had seen her sometime before. “Do you want a ride?”

You saw Steve shake his head in the direction of his motorcycle, moving faster than him as you sensed Tony was approaching to say goodbye.

“Is something wrong with your friend?” you heard him speak and as each time you couldn't help but compare his voice to Howard. They were so alike in their youth and adulthood. You didn't even want to think about becoming a close person in his life when you knew what you knew. If he found out about it through other means it would be a disaster. As much as you wanted to look out for his safety, perhaps as Howard would've liked, you didn't want to cross that line without figuring out all the loose ends first. That would be a problem if Fury ever thought of summoning them back.

“She's shy,” Steve replied, and you had to hold back the urge to reach back and pat his head. “Big fan of yours.”

“Really?” Tony sounded genuinely surprised. “I thought she hated me.”

“No, not at all. She studied some mechanical stuff too and admires your work from afar. But you know, never meet your idols,” you could make out Steve's smile behind your words, inwardly wincing with embarrassment.

“Well, I'm not that bad. Tell her anytime she wants we can talk.”

You heard no more of their conversation, feeling the bile travel down your esophagus to the back of your throat. How Tony could look at you and not recognize you as the strange woman who sat next to him at his father's wake was completely beyond you, but you weren't too intrigued if it helped you stay away. You didn't want him to start asking questions.

When you heard Steve's footsteps approach and the doors of Tony's red car close, you turned around to face your friend, his face of fake innocence angering you a little.

“You're an asshole,” you spat the words at him almost in a half-whisper, afraid that for some reason Tony might hear them.

“There's not that much of a lie in what I said,” the blond barely lifted a shoulder, mounting his motorcycle.

“You could've simply told him the truth: I do dislike him.”

“That's not true,” Steve shook his head, starting the motorcycle after you got on behind him.

“How could you know that?”

“He's Howard's son,” Steve blurted out, your movements slowing as you tried to get comfortable looking at him in the bike's mirror. “You couldn't hate him, even if you wanted to.”

You didn't rebut, not because he was right, but because it was the first time he'd mentioned Howard since you'd seen him after almost seventy years.

Since you'd run into him in that secret section of SHIELD, you two hadn't had much time for you to fill him in on the things that had happened, Fury jumping into the action directly telling them that the object Steve sacrificed his life for was back in the hands of the enemy and they needed to stop him. You could barely tell him about Howard's death and about Peggy as they were thrown onto the battlefield.

Now, as Steve drove you back to your apartment, all you could think about was that you still hadn't had time to have that talk. That talk where you would have to tell him a lot of things.

The smell of lavender that prevailed in your apartment did little to calm the little anxiety you felt the moment Steve closed the door behind him. A strange tension surrounded your shoulders and you were sure he felt it too, by the odd way he cleared his throat, moving into the living room, where he seemed to almost touch the ceiling of how small everything was.

“Nice place,” he commented absently, eyeing the paintings and colorful bookshelves you had in the living room and dining room.

“Sit. Want some coffee?” you ran to the kitchen, looking to escape that searing uncertainty.

“Water's fine.”

Fine. Water it is.

Returning to the living room, you found him mounted in your largest armchair, his knees too bent toward his chest for all the space he took up.

“So…”

“Are you going to tell me what happened?”

Straight to the point. You didn't blame him, he must have been too curious. You didn't even know how he'd spent those days swallowing the urge to ask.

So you got straight to the point. You told him everything that happened after he crashed the plane. You told him about his funeral, about how the government started chasing you so hard that you had to leave the country and you kept going for years only because of Howard; you told him about how Peggy went on with her life, working, founding SHIELD many years later with Howard; you told him about Howard dying in a car accident, the half-truth burning your throat. Steve didn't even think anything was wrong by the way your voice cracked and you fought to keep the tears inside, what you were realizing was harder now that he was here. You told him that you came back from Europe thanks to Peggy, as head of SHIELD, making sure to keep you under her protection, and currently you still were. Maybe you had as much power as the Director himself because of how much Peggy saw to it that the Feds didn't bother.

You told him about Peggy getting sick, about her Alzheimer's. You told him how she hardly remembered things now; she had few lucid moments and forgot things very quickly. You gave him a moment to assimilate the information when you noticed his eyes sparkling.

“But she… did she live well?”

“Very well,” you nodded, smiling sincerely.

Steve nodded, letting a little tension escape from his shoulders. The silence that enveloped you two was a little more pleasant, leaving room for you to stop overthinking about what you should and shouldn't tell Steve.

“And you… what did you do all those years in Europe?” Steve was perceptive to take the one topic you didn't delve into at all, and you sighed in defeat. “It was… what, forty-five years?”

“Yes,” you nodded in the middle of a sigh, your gaze returning to the black TV screen, Steve's eyes fixed on your profile. “I studied a lot.”

“I assumed so, but was that all?”

“You might say. I studied nine majors,” you counted mentally, remembering the pictures that were stored somewhere in that apartment, courtesy of Peggy and Howard.

Steve whistled, a short laugh following his surprised expression.

“And why didn't you want to talk about that?”

“It's not that interesting-”

“Not that interesting? Better tell me what grades you have,” Steve grumbled, not giving way for you to try to avoid the subject one more time. Being that you had only talked about it with Peggy before, you took an inspiration to remember what it was like to tell her to reminisce with Steve.

“I started with some basics. Bachelor's degrees in math, physics and chemistry. Then I moved on to some engineering: mechanical, electronics, mechatronics. Astronomy, criminology, some marketing to survive when I went back to the States and they were in the middle of the technology revolution. I was studying medicine when Peggy called me back.”

“What year?”

“First one.”

“Wow,” Steve looked at you, as if he suddenly had to see you in a different light, his eyebrows still raised in surprise. “That's amazing. You know a little bit about everything.”

“Yeah, it really helped me get some good jobs and break even so Howard and Peggy didn't have to spend so much,” you nodded in his direction, his gaze intent on everything you were saying.

“I'm glad they took such good care of you,” Steve gave a lopsided smile, the warmest, most memory-evoking smile he could have given you.

“I wish I could've repaid them for all they did for me,” you commented, with a tone of remorse and sadness that Steve picked up on instantly.

“I'm sure they were more than satisfied to know you were okay. That was their priority. You know you couldn't make those decisions for them, right?”

You nodded, lips pressed into a thin line.

Steve took in all the information you had to give him like a sponge, surely thinking that after seeing an alien invasion nothing could be that surprising. You guys spent a good while there, relaxing in your living room, placing food orders when the conversation turned to movies and series that Steve knew nothing about.

You spent an excellent rest of the day, Steve asking the odd question here and there, until you decided to watch the Star Wars movies first at the blond's request. You felt like they were back in '43 again, talking about everything and nothing at the same time, dreaming of the possibility of a life beyond what their social context allowed them.

Perhaps your dream was fulfilled in the most unexpected way possible.

The days ahead were now to be very careful. Steve would be spending more time at SHIELD, being that it would become basically his full-time job, and you needed to likewise spend time there focusing on your primary mission.

“What?”

Fury's eyebrows inched up, his face showing disbelief enough to make you doubt your decisions for a second, his forearms resting on his desk leaning forward. You shook your head slightly, maintaining your posture.

“I'm not going to tell him.”

“Why the hell not?” Fury raised his voice, as if for some reason your decision affected him personally.

“Because I don't want to, Nicholas. And I need you to help me cover it up.”

“Ah,” the man slumped back in his black chair, one hand rubbing his forehead as if the subject caused him as much of a headache as it did her. “Not only do you have to lie, but you have to lump me in the lying sack with you.”

“I'm not lying…! That much…”

“You do know that lies have short legs? What are you going to do when he finds out?”

“Nicholas, I need you to understand that Steve is not my priority right now. It's been twenty-one years and we haven't made any progress. I need to get to the fucking bottom of this, because whoever is behind it is still out there. I'm sure of it.”

Fury pursed his lips, barely shaking his head in a subtle nod, reluctanly agreeing with you finally.

“I'll put Steve on the front lines of every mission I can find,” Fury conceded to your request, his index finger tapping the wood of his desk like clockwork.

“Thank-”

“But you,” he raised his hand, pointing that index finger at you accusingly, interrupting your genuine thanks, “you're going to have to start thinking outside the box.”

“I have some guesses, actually.”

Fury rested his arms on the edge of the desk, leaning over to give you his undivided attention.

“Enlighten me.”

“So you're going back to Europe,” was the first thing you heard Steve say when you met him at SHIELD, two months after extreme missions he had to attend, barely spending a day at the facility before leaving again.

At first you thought Fury was overdoing it and offered to talk to him if he wanted to slow down, but surprisingly Steve was fine with it. In fact, he told you that it helped him deal with all the stress of having been in the Arctic for seventy years, and since you hadn't been through anything like that, you weren't going to judge.

“Yeah, evil doesn't rest,” you smiled absently at him, holding tightly to the strap of the black travel suitcase with enough belongings for a whole year.

“You know I already have a phone, right? You can call me,” Steve commented, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket and shaking it in front of her to emphasize his request.

“Yeah, you gave me your number last week.”

“Ah, I just wanted to remind you because it's been five days since we've seen each other and I just found out you're going on a one-way trip,” his reproachful voice, but with some amused tones in there somewhere, made you wince as you remembered that you had indeed forgotten to inform your friend that you were going away, for quite a long time. In your defense, you had already gone too many years without telling anyone anything, and you were just getting used to having a friend to talk to more often again.

“Sorry,” you offered him an embarrassed smile, barely earning the shake of his head from side to side. “I'll bring lots of gifts from Europe, I promise.”

You raised your free hand to the level of your head, smiling more confidently at him, with his you better response echoing in your head as you averted your gaze to find behind him Tony Stark walking directly towards where you two were standing. There was no way you could run away from the inevitable interaction with the mechanic without overlooking saying goodbye to Steve, when you weren't going to see him for probably a long time. So you tensed up, the blond reading your body language long before you realized you were being too obvious.

And just as Steve was about to turn around, Tony patted his shoulder in salute.

“Nice to see you again,” through his sunglasses, he smiled openly at you, and you had to force a tight-lipped smile under Steve's tense gaze on you. “What are they up to now? Fury called me in for a confidential thing, won't I be teaming up with you guys?”

You were quick to shake your head, Steve barely muttering a no, amused to see you so dazed and nervous in front of the mechanic.

“That's too bad. I don't think-” Tony interrupted his own words as his phone vibrated in his pocket. Answering it right in front of them, you shrank in place trying to run away from there. “Happy.”

“Tony,” the man on the other end of the line didn't sound so happy to hear it unlike Tony, who had a big smile on his face. “Why are you forwarding my calls?”

“What? No, of course not. It's just that you're on my blocking contacts when I activate do not disturb and since I was driving…” Stark lifted a shoulder, indifferent to the looks you and Steve shared in front of him.

The other line on the phone was silent for a few seconds until chaos broke out.

“Pourquoi tu ne réponds pas aux appels? Pourquoi pas une urgence? Et si ta maison était en feu?” Happy grumbled from the other end, Tony scowling at the phone as if it was the fault of technology.

“Happy, how many times do I have to tell you to stop talking to me in French? I don't under-”

“He's asking you to answer the phone when you call, maybe someday it will be an emergency,” you translated before you could stop yourself, biting your tongue when Steve sent you a raised eyebrow look with a playful smile.

“You know French?” Tony addressed you, probably as surprised as you were because it was the first time you'd actively addressed him.

“She studied mechanics in France,” your friend spoke before you could think of anything on your own, and you had to physically battle to restrain your body from punching him in the face.

Steve had to stop doing that.

“Wow. Impressive,” Tony shook his head in nods, detailing her with his eyes with genuine curiosity.

“Tony!” Happy's voice interrupted the moment that felt tense, and Tony refocused on the reason he'd entered the SHIELD facility in the first place.

“Ah,” the mechanic grumbled, moving to continue on his way. “See you guys later.”

He waved his hand as he walked, turning his back to them and you followed him with your eyes until he disappeared down the hallway. At least he was still alive.

When you looked back at Steve, that strange smile hadn't disappeared from his face.

“What other language do you speak?”

He looked like a child, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“I'm not going to talk to you right now.”

You held the strap of the suitcase to sling it over your shoulder and walk in the direction of the exit, when Steve snatched it out of your hands and slung it over his own shoulder, his offended look being the only thing you got back.

“Why not?”

“You need to stop saying those things to Tony,” you frowned at him, lowering your voice as if, again, the mechanic might hear them. “Don't you know that lies have short legs?”

Steve laughed like you’d never heard before, probably not even in the forties, taking his stomach for a laugh. When you went out to the avenue and he followed you with sporadic laughter, you could not help but outline your own smile, missing in advance the time you spent with him.

“I can’t believe you said that,” Steve shook his head, his face red from laughing so much. He was barely calming down when you managed to stop a cab.

“You’re an idiot,” you snatched the suitcase from his hands and gave it to the taxi driver who had just gotten out of his car. “I guess this is goodbye.”

“For now. You’re not going to get rid of me so easily this time,” Steve joked, approaching to wrap you in a big hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck, even though you had to stand on your toes to hug him tightly. The serum hadn’t given you as much height as he had. “Call me, write me or just let me know how you are. At least once a day.”

“Yeah dad,” you walked away, breaking the hug and shaking your hands casually. “I’ll keep you in the loop.”

“Take care.”

“Sure. You take care of Peggy,” his eyes softened, the mere memory of Peggy returning him.

“Of course.”

His warm smile was the last thing you saw before getting into the cab.

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When Tom Hiddleston landed his career-changing role in Marvel’s Thor back in April 2009, he never dreamed he would be playing the character for nearly 15 years. To be fair, no one did—except maybe Marvel’s mastermind Kevin Feige, who had begun laying the cinematic groundwork for a multi-billion dollar franchise. At the time, Hiddleston happily threw himself into extensive research and prep to play the duplicitous brother of Thor (Chris Hemsworth). “I was cast in April 2009, and I had about eight months to build the character from the ground up,” Hiddleston says on this week’s Little Gold Men. “So that was a deep dive into everything Loki from any comic book, any Norse myth, any saga, everything—from the whole run of Marvel comics to the ancient Scandinavian stories, and how he pops up in The Ring cycle for Wagner, and Jim Carrey is wearing the mask of Loki in The Mask.” Hiddleston was trying to discover “this sense of, what's Loki's impact on human imagination and culture? And then synthesizing all of that into the story we’re telling. That was such a delightful period of discovery and curiosity.”

Hiddleston’s scene-stealing portrayal made him an instant fan favorite, laying a formidable foundation for a character who went on to appear in six more films and the stand-alone series Loki. The two-season series threw the character into a new dimension and timeline, stripped him of all his creature comforts, and gave the actor new challenges to tackle.

“In successive iterations, [my approach] has been, how do I keep it interesting?” he says. “I genuinely say this to myself and to others: ‘We're not reheating yesterday's meal in the microwave. We're cooking up something new.’ It's trying to find new ingredients or new challenges for the character, for us as actors, so that it feels like the same person is growing. Because that's what human beings do. They don't stay the same, they grow. Sometimes they regress, but there's always movement.”

Hiddleston has gone on to star in a wide array of projects outside the Marvel universe, of course, from his Emmy-nominated, Golden Globe-winning work in The Night Manager to Jim Jarmusch’s acclaimed romantic vampire drama Only Lovers Left Alive and Steven Spielberg’s epic War Horse. But he’s definitely spent the most time with the God of Mischief. And though no official announcement has been made, the final episode of Loki season two strongly indicates the closing of a formative chapter.

The actor and executive producer stopped by Little Gold Men for a thoughtful discussion about the gift of developing and playing a single character for so long, the surreal fun of working with drama school classmates turned costars Gugu Mbatha-Raw and Wunmi Mosaku, and getting to come up with the character's last line (for now). Listen below, where you can also read excerpts from the conversation.

Vanity Fair: Did the series version of Loki feel a little more stripped down, or did you have the same kind of mindset playing him as you did in the films? Tom Hiddleston: Yes. I think it was stripped down literally in the sense of taking away the costume, but stripped down spiritually and in his soul. I thought [the concept] was such a brilliant idea, and it wasn't mine. It was [executive producers] Michael Waldron and Kevin Wright, and the great and the good at Marvel Studios. I thought for any character, if you were presented with your life and watching a kind of highlight reel of it, what would it add up to? Would it be satisfying? Would it be meaningful? Would it be amusing? Would it be disappointing? And I thought to do that with Loki especially, as it's the journey of a life that the audience is familiar with, but he hasn't seen it. I just thought it was a brilliant conceit. And then I leaned into this idea of the leopard being challenged to change his spots. Because you'd have to if your life ended up in murder by Thanos and humiliation. You'd want to try something new.

And that was really fun, developing a story which was actually very philosophical. It asks the question of Loki, as I hope it asks the question of all of us: Are we in control of the course of our lives? Do we have any free will, and can we break free from any kind of predetermination? It seemed like a great question, and a fun way to ask it.

You’re also an executive producer on the series. How did you take on that role? What did you get to do?

Honestly, it was such an honor and I loved it. I loved the extra imagining and problem solving. I was invited into the writer's room really early, season one, even earlier on season two. And to borrow the words from Lin Manuel Miranda, to be in the room where it happens, and to sit around the table and break story and crunch through the great creative ‘what if’ questions—what if Loki did this? What if Mobius [Owen Wilson] did that? What if they couldn't find Sylvie? What if the TVA ran on an energy source, and it wasn't energy, it was time?

Can you take any credit for bringing Ke Huy Kwan or your RADA buddies Gugu Mbatha-Raw and Wunmi Mosaku on board? I love that that was a little bit of a through-line, that you all got to work together.

Well, when their names came up, Gugu and Wunmi particularly, I was able to say, those guys are great. And Ke was just an amazing idea because actually, [his character] Ouroboros was coming to life on the page. Somebody suggested Ke, and Everything Everywhere All At Once had just come out. And I was like, genius: somebody call him now before we lose him. He was so joyful and optimistic and happy to be there, so honored to be there. He'd wanted to be in a Marvel project his whole life, I think, and, and he brought everything and more to that character.

The day he landed, he came from the airport straight to the studio, probably thinking, ‘I'll just say hello and go back to my digs.’ And Owen and I were actually rehearsing the scene before Mobius and Loki meet OB for the first time. And he came in and he listened. And then we got to the bit where we were like, ‘You're in the next bit. Do you want to do it?’ He said ‘Okay!’ And he stayed and rehearsed for three hours. I think he felt completely crazy having just [traveled] across the continents, but it was so brilliant. And the chemistry was so immediate between the three of us, and so funny. We all love Ke.

Thinking about your journey with this character and all the places he has taken you, has there been a surreal aspect to it? I think about you being in drama school with Gugu and Wunmi—now you're getting paid to play.

It's a wonderful question, and I'm never unaware of the great gift that this job is. Especially because it happens all the time,: I go out into the world and I meet young people or children, and they're so amazed that they’re meeting Loki. I'm obviously not Loki, but the response is so immediate and so emotional and so joyful. What a gift. It's the best job in the world. And I never dreamed back then that I would be part of something with such reach and for so long. It just is the most unlikely, surprising, delightful thing. And we—Wunmi and Gugu I've known for a long time. It is amazing to look and go, ‘Can you believe we're here, we're doing this?’ It is exciting too, because it feels right in some way and they're great actors. They are brilliant.

Do you get recognized as the character, or are people starting to recognize you for your other work?

Oh, it's always different. I went to a friend's birthday party the other day—a friend and his wife, both turning the same age. They got a taco stand. I went to get my taco and the guys were like, ‘Only Lovers Left Alive, man. Love that film.’ And I said, ‘Thank you very much. That's very kind.’ Some people say The Night Manager. Some people stop me in the street and go, ‘It's you! You're the dancer.’ And they're referring to some talk show, some bit of dancing I did on a talk show from like a thousand years ago, which really tickles me.

Speaking of dancing, I wanted to bring up your physicality. With the most recent season of Loki in particular and that time slip, did you have to have massages and stretch after? Because it seems like such a jarring movement.

It's jerky, yes. I had to put my body under a kind of relentless physical stress. But I think it pays off in the way it's presented. In terms of movement and physicality, it comes from my own admiration for other performers when I sense that there is a really, alive and visceral physicality in the performance. Some of people are great actors, very cerebral, very intelligent, but sometimes not always fully embodied. And I love the actors who are giving me a sense that the whole body is occupying whichever space that is. They could be on a horse, they could be driving a car, they could have just run in through the jungle. I don't know, it could be anything, but a real sense of physicality is always something I admire in other actors.

One of my favorite things in doing a little research about your work on this season was that you got to craft Loki’s last lin,e and it also maybe came from going on a run. Can you talk about that? Well, first on running, I love it and it is a big part of my life. And a big part of my creative life. Running outside, in space, in the world with only your own legs to carry you and your own breath to fuel you, I find incredibly freeing. And it's where I do some of my best thinking and dreaming and imagining. Things bubble up from inside you. So I often run at the beginning of a day, very early and with an awareness of what's coming, what the scenes of the day are. Sometimes things will bubble up. And maybe that's just extra oxygen in the brain, who knows?

But to the point about that last line: one of the things I kept trying to guide our team back to was that the whole series, both seasons, was really about finding purpose, or re-finding, re-defining, re-discovering a sense of purpose. And I think a primal need in all of us, is that we need our lives to mean something. So I kept coming back to this line from The Avengers, ‘I am Loki of Asgard and I am burdened with glorious purpose.’ And we kept thinking, well, if Loki has a second chance, he gets to redefine his purpose or re-imagine it. I went for a run and was listening to some film scores, and it was a beautiful day. I was thinking about the journey of playing this character and where it started, and all the people that I have had the great good fortune to work with and become friends with—that completely unique kind of soul-sharing relationship where you make something together. And I remembered the end of the first Thor film, and how emotional that felt and. I just suddenly thought, that's what he should say—but it should mean something completely different. Loki's last line in Thor, directed by Kenneth Branagh, is, ‘I could have done it, Father. I could have done it for you, for all of us.’ And of course his effort to gain his father's pride has been misguided and ill thought-out. And then at the end of Loki season 2, 14 years later, he turns to Mobius and Sylvie and says, ‘I know what I want I know what kind of god I need to be. For you. For all of us.’ It felt very resonant somehow. I hope the audience picked up on that.

Are you able to just say goodbye when it's wrap time, or do you have any sort of meditative, formal way of saying goodbye to a project or a character?

That's such a good question. I think it's a very honest, immediate feeling of relief, which they say is the most intense human emotion. You'd think it was anger or grief or something, but actually relief is—the way relief kind of washes through you, and a sense of finality that some finish line has been crossed and there are no more miles to run. And for me anyway, huge amounts of energy have been stored inside myself which had been poured out over time—over maybe 20 weeks or however many months.

I love that feeling of completeness. The great joy of what I do for a living is that it involves very intense, very close working with a team. And the pride that you can feel with your teammates, with your crew, with your cast—you just hang around and say goodbye, but it never really is goodbye. And there's just a sense of, like, “that'll do, pig,” you know? Yeah: that'll do, pig.

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😅Real Villain Training [Tom Hiddleston circa 2012 X Fem.Reader]

Chapter three of Breath of the Æsir is almost here. I’m SO sorry for the wait! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy a very brief Tom story...

Honestly, I pledged to myself, no more Tom stories just focus on Loki. But I think I just can't help it. Especially when slutty inspiration like this photo comes my way (@lokischambermaid and @lokisgoodgirl 😳)

I am humbled by this era of Tom. In 2024 he is a husband/father/seasoned iconic actor in perpetual good cheer, but in 2012, he was a bad boy. As always please reblog and comment if you feel inspired!

Summary: Tom is hanging out with some real jerks for a new role, and he runs into you, literally. Your depression has caused your life to turn a little black and white, could this handsome stranger possibly add some color back? (at least to your cheeks🥵).

Smut factor: I hope...HOT 🔥

(Authors note: I have no concrete proof he was in fact a bad boy so please don't take seriously my young Tom plot themes of drugs and sex, which once again appear here. I could be totally wrong about him. It's art! It's a fabrication! Also, this story does involve mental health!)

I also don't know who would want to be on a tag list for a Tom fic these days! These are a few people who might be interested?? @lokischambermaid @mochie85 @mischief2sarawr @lokisgoodgirl @wheredafandomat @sailorholly @mrs-illyrian-baby @superficialdomina @gigglingtiggerv2 @fictive-sl0th @muddyorbs @tbhiddlestan83 @huntress-artemiss @smolvenger @kikster606 @mjsthrillernp @hiroyukinasukawa

Los Angeles, 2012

That afternoon, the rooftop pool at the Saint Avalon was a pink swirl of bathing beauties in early spring. Tom tried to focus on his deadpan conversation with his agent, but polka dots and silly cocktails danced around him. He pushed his Ray-Bans back into place, his sweat—or perhaps nervousness—causing them to slowly slide off his nose.

"Serious British actor succumbs to being typecast as a Norse sociopath. That's where this is headed, Tom, if we don’t do something, get you something else.” “Do you really want to be known only for Marvel?” he repeated his plea. The words just weren’t sinking in.

Tom laughed and inadvertently tried to change the subject. "Have you been to the La Brea Tar Pits yet, John? It’s wild—10,000 years' worth of dire wolf bones.”

His stare remained galvanized by the poolside girls. They just didn't look like that in London. Number one, the sunshine. Number two, the tans. Number three, well, his girlfriend—or ex-girlfriend, rather—made it hard to look too long at anyone else. So had he ever found himself at a rooftop pool party, he wouldn't have had the chance he was having now.

“Tom, are you paying attention? This is important. You're only here for a week, and we need to move on this role. I need to know if you're a yes.” The truth was, Tom was suddenly filthy rich with his own money for the first time in his life. He really loved being a Norse sociopath and already had big ideas for Loki’s eventual character arc into becoming an anti-hero someday. He had filled three journals on his bedside stand with his ideas for Loki.

His agent tried again, “Just hang out with Giorgio. It’s less than a month. Then the movie should be a very easy shoot. You get to embed yourself with some real hedge fund cats.” Tom’s attention snapped back. “Wait, I like that.” “Right? It’s like if Loki worked on Wall Street.” “Well…” Tom hesitated. He didn’t think Loki would actually ever bore himself that way. Those guys were boring to Tom and to Loki.

His poor agent was right, though. He did need another role. Things had gone so well; filming for the next Avengers movie was starting this summer. If he could find another gig, a time filler, a totally different genre, it really would be the best for his career. “Then a play next,” the agent mused, taking a sip of his own cocktail. “Shakespeare, or something 70s.” “70s? As in the 1570s? Or the 1970s?” “Tom.” “How should I know?” Tom laughed to himself, eyes still canvassing the poolside display around him. His agent leaned across his lawn chair and placed his hand on Tom’s shoulder. “So, you’ll do it?”

Two Weeks Later

Deep down, he knew he didn’t have the dissociation required for the job. He was too corporeal, too embodied. Years of being a long-distance runner and a trained athlete had fastened his mind, heart, and soul firmly into his muscles. He clearly wouldn’t be able to hide his feelings in his highly emotive, sensitive body. That was the first thing he noticed about the guys he was forced to hang out with for this role. They were covered up with their suits and sexist jokes. It was like they had Hadrian’s Wall around them. Which was, in fact, what exactly led to his sudden departure from the bar at Rue 23.

He had been embedded with short and loud Glen, buzz-cut Ellis, and the tall and lanky, just like him, Brad Nelson. There were a few others, but they were too milquetoast to be memorable. Role be damned. He left so fast the thick glass door almost hit a nice young couple as he bolted into the cold Los Angeles spring night.

He wasn’t dressed right; in his haste to leave London, he didn’t remember that California got into the 40s after the sun went down. He didn’t even pack a suit coat. Thank God he remembered to grab his leather pack from under the bar. It contained exactly five cigarettes, a finicky Zippo, his aftershave, a white t-shirt, and a travel toothbrush. There might also be a rolled-up Popular Mechanics magazine from the Burbank airport, something he never would be caught dead reading at Heathrow.

He also hadn’t done so much coke since he was in college. Why was LA always so incredibly cliché? He couldn’t blame Luke. He couldn’t blame anyone but himself for this role. He said yes when he was distracted. He was in over his head. They had hired these real blokes to make sure Tom looked authentic when they started filming next month, and given his intense drive for perfection, he had agreed that it was “brilliant” of the casting director to force the eight of them to spend these weeks in Los Angeles and one week in Manhattan, in a true immersive centrifuge of shallow materiality.

The night spun around him, a neon ball of yarn, teasing open his pupils until his eyes were black and not at all blue. As he walked, he ran his large hands down the surface of his body, the material of his shirt feeling like a fancy pillowcase from a boutique hotel.

One finger lingered over his jawline, tracing it as he brought his hands back up to his face. Engrossed in the comfort of his form a moment too long, he was distracted once again. This part of LA seemed to always be full of clusters of locals and tourists, laughing and talking. He was unfortunately moving against the flow of the crowd, a wayward salmon when he almost ran straight into you.

“Watch where you're going!” you yelled, dropping your purse onto the dirty LA sidewalk. It opened enough for your things to tumble out. Tom immediately stopped and bent down to help you, but you batted his hands away. “What the hell? I can pick up my own damn Chapstick,” you scolded. “Ma’am, I am so sorry, I am obviously not from here, and I am a little overwhelmed,” he rattled off. “Why is that obvious?” “My accent, of course.” “I didn’t honestly notice,” you spoke as you inspected the tall man’s face with squinting eyes.

You, of course, did immediately notice the timbre of his voice, his height, and the buttons on his tight shirt which looked like they were in the process of unbuttoning themselves. “Would you believe I’ve been doing coke all night with a bunch of Wall Street assholes at the Rue 23, and I had to get the fuck out of there,” he continued, not sure if you were listening, but you were definitely looking at him, so he continued.

“So now I am wandering the streets of Beverly Hills, and I haven’t the foggiest how the rest of my night will go.” You shuffled your feet for a moment before speaking. You had been heading home after a long day at work. You felt genuinely unprepared for navigating a handsome foreigner in the right direction. Yet there was a certain appeal to a man suddenly without his ship or his crew, so to speak. So you didn’t immediately walk away.

He had been shuffled from the airport to the bar in a hired car, he tried to explain, and his sense of direction bordered on problematic. Further, his flip phone was really only good for texting, and that even took way too long most days. He really did seem high, overwhelmed, and a little lost. He also seemed the type unable to handle any silence in a conversation.

“Do you live far?” he said after suffering through 30 seconds of no discourse. “It’s LA, everything is far.” “Fair enough,” Tom muttered sheepishly, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, which were still somehow unbuttoning themselves. He thought he had bought the right size shirt. Maybe not.

You realized that if you were to ask this too-high, too-hot British man back to your apartment, you would inevitably cave and end up sleeping with him just because he caught you in this particular moment of your life. It was an in-between time. You weren't quite your old self and your new self that you'd been working so hard on, hadn't emerged yet.

“Want to grab something to eat?” You finally offered a neutral segue. That seemed to be just what the man needed to hear. His demeanor calmed. “Oh sure, yes, I could go for a big American cheeseburger, honestly.” “Okay then, let’s go to Patty’s on Vine, we can walk,” you said as you pulled at his shirt to turn him toward the right direction. He bristled at the feeling of your touch.

His whole body was even more sensitive than usual. You looked like the queen of the ancient British Iceni to him. In truth, he didn’t much care for the California look. He loved that you appeared out of nowhere and you looked like Boudica, not like Gwyneth Paltrow. Even though he was sure he heard she was nice. RDJ seemed to really love her.

The diner where you were headed was the second-tier after-hours hang, so it wasn’t populated with the usual crowd, not yet at least. You had some time before you would be inundated, and perhaps before someone would recognize him, which you still did not. You could ask him, of course. Although, sometimes in Los Angeles, the worst part is knowing who someone is.

Although Tom being Tom was unable to resist personal questions. “Tell me a little bit about yourself, just a little,” he had to ask as the night air propelled him quickly down the sidewalk. You considered telling him about your job, but it was just how you paid the bills. Your passions were your passions and not for a stranger. So you decided to be a little goth. It couldn't hurt.

“I have something like anhedonia, I suppose,” you finally said. Tom seemed to know what you meant right away. “The inability to feel?” He spoke. “More classically refined, which results in numbness, making capturing interior somatic sensations nearly impossible,” you clarified. “Sounds like you are depressed,” Tom flattened out your creative retelling of your current state. “Maybe,” although you weren't sure of his simple label. "You think it will pass?" Tom continued, ever the optimist.

You considered one way to try and test if this state you'd been in could possibly change, would be to see if he could provoke feelings of passion or at least some kind of low-grade horniness. You’d been feeling functionally blank for a while now.

He was stunning, after all.

He seemed game for anything, his amphetamine grin taking up the majority of his handsome face. He looked so lovely under the hanging light in your dingy booth. You ate the two-egg special you ordered and watched him devour his American cheeseburger with genuine joy.

“So, you're here to practice for a new part?” You sincerely tried to keep the conversation flowing despite the growing desire to test your theory. “Yes, they want me to branch out. In my career, there’s the fear I am already 'type-casted,' I guess you could say.” “Type-casted? So early on?”

He looked young to you. Possibly younger than you actually. “Yes, I had a big role as a villain, it really blew up, but, he's like a mythological comic book one. I am misunderstood mostly. I mean my character, not me.” "Sure." You nodded in understanding and agreed even if you didn’t quite pick up what he was putting down. You wondered if he had ever seen 'The Last Starfighter.' A favorite movie of yours, you rarely shared with anyone else. Or had he been in that? Your mind wandered. You really didn't recognize him, but you also didn't want to offend him by this fact.

“So how would this role be redefining your abilities? If you are playing a heartless hedge fund dude, isn’t that also a kind of villain? Maybe that is why you got this part.” Tom pondered your insight. He again fell into overthinking and was only a text away from bailing on the entire endeavor. He was becoming that kind of guy, emotionally uneven under his elite veneer.

“I guess they feel like I don’t have the chops to be a 'real world' baddie.” “I needed more practice.” “You don’t?” you said very timidly, suddenly you weren’t hungry anymore. You gently pushed your plate aside so you could focus.

You realized his bromance compadres would find him eventually. Another LA truth: it was hard to get truly lost for long. You had been studying his face during the conversation. His pale complexion was slowly becoming flushed in small increments. Was it shyness or a hidden boldness he was bursting to demonstrate, you couldn't tell.

You had worn your espadrilles today, maybe it wasn’t the right season yet, but they always went so well with your outfit-a flowery dress from H&M. Gently and playfully, you kicked one of them off your foot, making a soft thud. Tom dipped his eyes beneath the table for only a moment and brought them back to you, a new flash of crimson emerging. Why were you taking off your shoes? Maybe your feet hurt from the walk?

He picked up his water and chugged almost all of it.

Your right leg lifted up and found purchase exactly between his, landing on the soft seat. Tom chuckled nervously and grabbed your foot. “Just what are you doing?” “I thought you were in training to be a real villain. Or did I misunderstand that?” You teased. Tom’s sincerity and earnestness were effulgent. “Oh no, I am, I really want the part, I need this role.” Suddenly when the idea of something illicit going on beneath the table loomed, he was not reticent about this new role. “Then you better continue to practice.” You laughed, your own smile forming across your face. “How long do we have until they find you?” You inched your foot closer to his crotch.

Tom took a deep breath in and pulled out his flip phone eyes squinting, trying to see the rectangle text banner across the tiny screen. He held the phone up to you. “Can you read this at all?” You grabbed it from him, feeling his hand shaking a little. It was charming. He was nervous.

You read the tiny screen aloud, “Not really, something about where are you at…you wanker, we are about to call your agent." It did say exactly that, and you wondered if possibly Tom was throwing away this role. Were you watching him collapse his career before your eyes? “Are you one for self-sabotage Tom?” The question seemed to catch him off guard. Maybe no one had asked him so bluntly. “Maybe,” he said after a long minute of typing something on the seemingly minute phone with his long fingers and even larger hands. “Just like I am possibly depressed," you offered. He looked up and sat his phone down. “Yes, I think so. Just like that.”

Incoming

Just then the waitress came by filled your water glasses and gave you another quick refill of coffee. Your chosen sobriety was a strange foil to Tom’s imbibed stimulant cocktail which showed no sign of waning. “So, are we on?” He finally said after biting his bottom lip, for what seemed like a year, until it was slightly puffy.

“For what? A staring contest?” You offered, laughing nervously too, your foot still stationed between his thighs. You wondered what you could accomplish at this hour with the looming threat of an incursion at any moment.

The glimmer in his dilated orbs registered that Tom was now aligned in a mission of testing the perpetuity of your anhedonic state. Suddenly under the table, you felt his long legs spread yours apart, like opening a long-closed window that had been painted over.

You gasped but didn’t say anything. He laughed and widened his legs further. You moved your eyes to watch him under the table, his hand reaching down to adjust his cock, which was obviously becoming hard.

At that moment you wanted to jump over to his side of the booth, you wanted to concede and take him to your far away apartment in embarrassing Marina Del Rey.

Tom went silent and finally let go of your bare foot, he had been holding it so hard with his other hand, that you were sure it would be bruised. You immediately placed it on his now impossibly hard cock, tenting his pants obscenely. Honestly, you’d never given a “foot job” before and only seen something like this in a French film once. You had no idea what you were doing.

You slowly began to move your foot up and down his length, which was quite impressive and required more force than you had anticipated. You curled your toes around him to try and create more friction, dragging your heel just at the base.

You placed your hands on the edge of the diner seat so you could put some real weight into getting him off. That seemed to work, and Tom let out a guttural moan. He quickly grabbed your water glass and drank it in addition to his own.

“Should I stop?” You let yourself wonder out loud. “Are you crazy? No.” Was Tom’s quick reply. “Does this feel good?” “Fuck yes.” His voice was breathy, and he shifted in his seat, daring to look around at the customers, but none showed any sign of noticing anything other than themselves. “But this isn’t fair,” he spoke again softly, panting. “How so?” “Because I am um, I am receiving.” “Aren’t you supposed to be a selfish cold surface-level junior business asshole?” “Yes.” “Then this is what they do, they get foot jobs in diners, amongst other perks of course,” you laughed. “Shit, you’re right,” Tom barely squeaked out.

Just then the diner door opened, and you could see the dim faces of the guys he had been partying with. They finally found him. “Don’t look now but your Republican friends have arrived.” Tom’s flush became pale. “Should I stop?” You checked in again. “No.” His response was as clear as mid-day.

So, you increased your speed, you took a deep breath. You were so turned on at this point. You were positive there would be a wet spot on the cracked vinyl seat. You lifted your skirt up further. Tom noticed and peered beneath the table again. He saw your hand brush past your underwear and a finger curl inside the lace trim. You matched his erratic breathing to your motions as you fucked yourself intently. His eyes were glued to you, his fists almost punching into the flimsy placemats. You laughed to yourself about the chances of you both coming in public, surely, he wouldn’t, or you couldn’t.

You were about to mention that perhaps you should stop. When suddenly Tom let out a muffled cry. His breath hitched. You could feel moisture beneath the bottom of your toes as you brought your foot back to the tip of his generous cock once more. “Ah, I see,” you laughed. "Well looks like we are done here." There was no more time to discuss what just happened. The bros had spotted him and you and made their way to your back corner.

Tom closed his eyes in what looked like a silent prayer. He had just had one of the best orgasms of his life. The short blond one with cropped hair spoke up, “Hiddleston, where the fuck have you been, your agency was about to call the cops, which would have been lame.”

“Hiddleston,” you said his surname out loud. Realizing you never got his last name. Tom looked at you with both lust and remorse. Then turned back to the assholes. “You found me, good work,” he said assuredly. “Well we gotta go dick we have a strip club that closes at 3am and it’s in the contract that we take you there.”

Tom slowly got up and used one of his long fingers to expertly untuck that white button-down shirt to conceal the mess you had both made. He looked your way, the pale blue of his eyes returning.

You exchanged numbers for the pleasantry of it, as the assholes looked on impatiently, probably wondering why Tom was wasting his time on a girl who looked like Boudica, but that's just what assholes do you remembered. Although you really didn’t expect to hear from him again. To your surprise right before dawn, perhaps as he was leaving said strip club, a text came over your Blackberry.

“I hope you felt something, I know I did.” Shit.

You did feel something, a lot of things actually. Tom had brought something back to the solemnly plain bagel of your life. You quickly wrote back.

"Don't let the bros see you texting me Tom, you laughed knowing he was probably squinting and barely able to see your words. You picture all of them looking over his shoulder.

"They went home. Can I come over? I feel like we aren't done quite yet. My asshole-in-training self expires at sunrise and I turn back into the real me. Is that okay?" You blinked a few times just to make sure you saw that correctly. "So you're actually Cinderella," you laughed nervously.

You managed to type your address and push send before pulling your covers over your head and screaming quietly enough to not wake up your still-slumbering roommates. You then looked around your room in quiet delightful horror, you had about 30 minutes to hide all your dirty clothes from the past three months under your bed...

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Loki x FReader

Set after the events of Thor: Ragnarok and begins with Infinity War when the spaceship containing Thor and the other Asgardians were spared from the supposed attack of Thanos. Meaning, Loki is alive. But the threat still looms.

(Also, let's just pretend Hela didn't destroy Mjollnir :DD)

Spoilers for Loki season 2!

Warning/s: Just some cursing

WC: 3.3k

When you realized that your existence is in great trouble, you do your best to find a way to get back to where you were previously encapsulated as a time criminal. After all, they're the reason why you're fucked. But, seems like you'll be needing the Avengers' help first. And Loki's.

"What the fuck."

Was all Tony Stark could managed to say after being abruptly interrupted by a terrifyingly distorted figure appearing right in front of him, evidently disrupting the banter he was having with the so-called God of Mischief, Loki. The other avengers surrounding the two men were no different, frozen on their spot as they gather round in the sophisticated compound, loss for words at the woman who happens to appear uninvited.

You stood there breathless.

Without any second thoughts, they made their move directing a fighting stance at you, as if expecting a sudden attack. Just what you'd expect from the Earth's mightiest heroes.

Minus Loki.

Though, not without a hint of confusion delighting their faces.

After you had successful regain your balance, although still dreading the feeling of being ripped apart through time, you slowly flayed your hands up in defeat. Panting, you surveyed around.

You were in the Avengers' compound.

"What...in the hell was that?" the one who seemed to have said that was actually the only one hesitant to attack you, knuckles upfront him with an obvious unsureness as his eyes warily scanned you. Gaping, he continued. "Did I...Did I hallucinate that or...? Oh, god, am I going mad?"

"I don't believe that is the case here, Banner." boomed Thor, holding out Mjollnir threateningly. Eyes stern at your panting form.

Alright, how fortunate to see a very familiar face.

"I hope so. Or else, I might as well decide that being on a whole different planet for a whole year and being part of a godly family crisis has already altered my mind in many different ways."

"Bruce, calm down." a bearded blonde man with a shield said. Steve Rogers. You recall. "Just be thankful that isn't the case here because it certainly isn't."

You wish you could snort at the exchange but you have other matters to focus on at the moment. Though, you held Banner's terrified gaze with a wary of your own as you think for a moment who Banner is but you brush it aside.

You can't afford to dilly-dally with such questions and just preferably, avoid starting a needless fight.

With Stark now a few steps back from you, hands enclosed in his iron red gauntlet with the center of his palm alight, he eyed you suspiciously. He pointed at you, threatening to blast you on your spot. Not even sliding the chance to put out a snarky comment. "I don't know about that Cap. I think we've all gone mad."

"Shut it, Tony." the blondied woman in a black armored and leather suit remarked, eyeing the freaked out Banner. "Now's not the time."

He only gave her a stern look before returning it back to you, although not without muttering something under his breath. You can almost make out the mocking smile he had before seriously staring you down.

That's also when you perfectly noticed the raven haired God at your other side. Just like Stark, he was a few steps away. Your hands were still in the air as you didn't waste a second to slowly shift your eyes to the God who you we're just with a few hours ago.

Technically, it isn't him and also, you're not even certain if that was a few hours ago. TVA has victoriously displaced your sense of time and you have no choice but to set that aside for now.

First and foremost, let's not die in the hands of these worldly — and otherworldly — renowned superhuman Midgardian people.

"That was no sorcery." was all Loki could utter, blaring a suspicious glare at you. At this point, you can say that everyone here is glaring daggers at you with so much suspicion after just witnessing you appear uncannily right in front of their eyes. Loki's trusty daggers points at you with such intensity that you can't help but freeze on your spot entirely. You garner that moving further might just cause him to pounce on you and successfully cut your throat out.

Such a Loki trait. You consciously note. At the same time, it pricks a sense of oddness to you.

"For once, I can agree with you." this time, it was the man in a red cape. His hands projecting a some sort of fiery circular engravings — Or markings, it seems — that you were not familiar with. Although, it did felt familiar. "Who are you and why have you come here?"

Finally asking the right questions, everyone else anticipated your response.

"I'd really thought you'd ask how I did get here but, fine." your attempt at settling everything down with a little humor earned nothing. You only strained a smile. "You can put your guard down now. I doubt I can even inflict damage to any of you when I am outnumbered, don't you think?" You say with a nervous shrug.

"Wait.." Thor started. "You are an Asgardian."

Ah.

"Wait, what now?" a conflicted Banner turned to him with a frown. "Where did that come from?"

"Her clothing." it was Loki. Tilting his head, he slightly squinted at you. You can already feel their movements break from their stance but nonetheless, was still on guard. "But I wouldn't want to jump to conclusions if I were you, brother. A lie or two is easy to miss." he says that in a lowered and slick tone, eyes prying deep in your existence.

"Good preach, God of Lies, but why don't you myth brothers figure something out if she'll massacre us or join the party. Is that good or is that impossible?" Stark commands.

"That's-" Thor tries to say.

"I can do that." Oh no.

Without hesitation, Loki readies to attack you with a knowing smirk. You want to say that you expected that but in terms of fighting physically between you and him, he always precedes. Except when it comes to sorcery.

Yet, his daggers haven't spelt your doom when suddenly, you fell.

You fell and landed in a bright room enclosed with the very bright color of white. Norns, help me. At this point, I'm not even surprised if Midgardian structures could be capable of blinding me. Humans and their taste in design.

Before you could jump to assumptions whether you time-slipped again, you heard the sound of sizzling above you as you turn to look only to see a yellow ring close.

Oh. You thought. Of course. How can I forget that doctor wizard and his parlor tricks? I can do better than that.

But before you could prove it to no one in particular by trying to dematerialize a wall for your way out, which you expected to be unbreakable because, well, this is the Avengers' territory — you felt the familiar twist of your body as you closed your eyes, getting ready for what's to come. You're time-slipping. Again.

When you opened your eyes, you don't know if you should be relieved or not because you were still in the same spot.

I am seriously starting to despise this more than anything. You say in your mind, cranking your head in pain.

As if the universe has heard your impulsive thoughts for wanting to pride yourself as the better sorcerer, one episode of time-slipping has managed to avert your thoughts to a different one. There's really no point in trying to escape when you'll be thrown off eventually to a different timeline thus, relieving you off of this situation. At least you hope you'll have that kind of luck, considering that you're here imprisoned and untrusted by heroes. For the meantime, you painfully have a lot of questions.

The fact that you are time-slipping outside of TVA is making you feel wary and disoriented.

Not just that, because you're not being tossed around through time in one place like before in TVA, but because you're being tossed around in different branches of time. You can't help but overthink, a blooming panic erupts in you. If what you heard from Ouroboros was true, about the possibility of being lost to time, then maybe you can consider that that's what's occurring to you. Adding to that, how can Loki and the others track you when there's a number of branches exceeding spontaneously and you're amongst one of them — inconsistently appearing through one branch after another.

To hell with this time-slipping phenomenon.

Such thoughts have managed to waver your poised will. You don't want this. After everything that's happened, you're now overwhelmed by incomparable fear, enough to cover the pang of grief that you successfully tried to keep a hold off during the dangers you have encountered. And that causes you to resume the fear of losing something again. If before you've lost the right to exist in your own timeline, then now seems like you're losing more than you could think of.

A chance. The chance to only exist without the burden of being a criminal to time.

The Loki you met ensured you that. And you're scared to lose the hope you unconsciously held so close that he had given you.

You're scared that you're bound to be stuck in time, alone and nowhere to belong to.

You're just a displaced speck of entity in the vast timelines of universes, an error meant to be rid of.

Is this truly the ending that you deserve?

Just lost to time. For eternity.

After everything that you've been through, you think of the fact that your Nexus event was a fickle thing in the grand scheme of things. A mere sentiment, and now it's a fault that you apparently cannot undo.

Would you have regret it?

Ah. You think. That's the problem,

I don't.

For the love of Buri, what is happening?

You have already time-slipped thrice in a row now, and you're still where you stood afoot a few minutes ago.

You hitched your breathing as you relished the acquainted feeling of distortion, you exhaled in distraught. Your mind trying to run a million miles per second thinking of an explanation on the same bloody concept of time as well as your timely old friend, time-slipping. Marvelous.

But before you could sit down and relax on the cushions edging on two sides of the opposite walls which levels above your knee, you caught in the corner of your eye the wall you tried to dematerialize earlier; now fading from white to being transparent like glass.

And behind the glass wall stood your captors.

You tried to ground yourself with the wall beside you, but you pushed your body to the side so that you can at least have the decency to look like you aren't struggling so much. Because you definitely aren't.

"Good catch." remarked Stark. "We have so much going on today with Earth being threatened by a goofy alien that's apparently so much more dangerous than we could know — and now, you add more questions and trouble to that just for appearing out of nowhere like a grated spaghetti."

You almost missed the way the blonde woman rolled her eyes at Stark's words but nonetheless, you focus on what he said.

Earth being threatened by an alien.

"Do you mean to say... Thanos?" you ask. Doubtlessly aware of his feats and reputation in your timeline. Their heads perked up at the mention of the said Titan.

"You know of him?" quite surprised at the familiar voice, you turn to look at Thor.

Parting your lips with slight hesitation, you reply. "No. No, I do not. At least, not personally. He is called the Mad Titan, a galactic conqueror. Tis but a.... common knowledge where I come from."

"Which is Asgard, is it not?" Loki tauntingly says.

Oh, well.

He eyes you in victory for having caught your lie and the foolish words you had unintentionally slip. But he continued. "Or perhaps, my brother and I are mistaken to assume that you are a kin of our people. As well as considering that of your knowledge of this Mad Titan, you seem to know more than just that." you slightly stiffened, noting the lofty tone he had, slowly strutting his way forward with his hands tucked behind him. "Keep hiding your secrets but your eventual lies will get you nowhere when I'm here, imposter."

"Brother..."

"No, no, let him. It's great that we have a lie-detector in the team." Stark muses, earning an unamused head shake from Rogers.

Your gaze lingers a tad bit longer than you intended to at the raven-head, deciding whether you should even admit your unruly situation to them and potentially double their troubles a hundredfold by stating that their lives are also in danger from a timeless phenomenon and being at risk for the possible collapse of their existence altogether.

Probably not a good idea.

Moreover, you don't want to let yourself fall in the luxury of pitting yourself with fellow Asgardians and perhaps attain the old life you had when you woefully know that you have no place in any kind of reality no more. Your heart clenches at that.

But how can you possibly deny your origin and the non-sorcery distortion materialization, also called—

Your body aches and twists as you grit your teeth, shutting your eyes and reliving the ripping portion of this damned time-slip. As it ended, your breath wavers as you pant, shoulders crooked at the fleeting sensation it brought. Expecting that maybe you have been transported to another timeline, you peek one eye out.

You see the same faces and surroundings except this time, their reaction contorts to a series of pained and horrified expressions. Even Loki looked uneasy.

You exhale. "Pardon me, that must've been very unsightly." you eventually say.

"That just happened again." Banner gawks.

"Are you alright?" a stern voice asks. You turn to meet the concerned eyes of Rogers. "I assume that doesn't happen normally. Not even for Asgardians." you caught the quick glance he gave at Thor before focusing back on you.

You reply, nodding. "No, no, you're right. This is no common occurrence amongst the people of Asgard. It is simply just.... " you puff your body back up in a poised posture. "No, not simply." you let out a strained chuckle, confliction can be traced on your face. "To be painfully honest and blunt, I am lost through time and I haven't got a clue on what exactly I shall plan to do in these circumstances. Although indeed, I am an Asgardian but, from a different...let's say, reality. So rest assured because I don't plan on harming heroes I've accompanied in battle."

You were ready to receive their doubtful phrases and looks, but the sorcerer who brought you in this cage steps forward. Almost like he disapproved everything you had just mentioned.

"Time-travelling is not something to be tampered with. Unless, you're adept at the arts of time sorcery, and to be able to manipulate it without damaging our reality is rather a big feat for a sorcerer." he explains. This time, he frowns at you. "But no. Whatever's happening to you, it doesn't feel like magic."

You take in his words, holding his unrelenting stare. "You're right..."

You know Doctor Strange and his capabilities as the Sorcerer Supreme, and as you thought of the fact that he also possesses the Time Stone, maybe you can do something with his help.

Even though you know the chances of successfully using magic against a complication from TVA is way below the odds, you'd wager.

He raises a brow but before he could add more, you spoke. "Time-slipping." you pause, scanning his expression, hoping that maybe someone who knows so much about the expertise of time in terms of magic could help you discover your way back to TVA. Though, his face doesn't show any hint of knowing so you pushed further. "I've been repeatedly tossed around multiple branches of time against my will, but not because I time-traveled. For now all I can say is, I am stuck here in your reality and, well... with a distorting body."

"Great. Sure. Magic and sorcerers exist, even Gods, so why the hell would I not believe anything about time-traveling now? Tell me, Doc, is she making any sense to you?" Stark walks towards the said wizard. You slightly frowned at the tone he used. If this is how Tony Stark reacts to someone he doesn't trust just like how a particular individual mentioned to you, then you're glad that the Stark that you know favored you well.

Not that it matters anymore.

"I've never heard anything about that kind of problem. Especially now you do confirm it doesn't root from magic." the Doctor answers.

Stark hefts up his hands, looking around at everyone else, as if showing that his point has just been proven.

But from the corner of your eye, you noticed the way Loki haughtily rolls his eyes with a sigh and you perfectly know what irked him at that moment.

"As if a second-rate sorcerer could know anything more beyond the complexion of sorcery and time."

The only woman other than you sighs in slight frustration. "Oh, no. Someone please stop him."

If you weren't in a tight spot, you could've laughed at her compliant. Although, that earned her a glare from the trickster with crossed arms. For once in a while, it's nice to see Loki act so indifferently.

Strange only gave the God a pointed look before resting his eyes back on you. "Okay. If what you say is true, time-slipping as you would call it and to consider there's no magic tapping into this, what exactly do you plan on doing now?"

There it is. "I need your help."

"Are you shitting me right now?" Stark loops in.

"Even if with just your help, Doctor Strange. Please." you plead, firmly stepping closer to the glass barrier.

"How can you assure you're not just after something from us, specifically from him." Loki tips his head in Strange's direction. You know well that he caught unto your intentions as he spares a quick glance at the necklace of the said wizard.

Cocky snake.

At that, everyone stares at you sharply that if looks could kill, you'd be a dead corpse that has been stabbed with various types of weaponry magnificently forged by dwarves.

"You're not entirely wrong if you think that I'm after the Time Stone but for argument's sake, there is a reason why it is called the Time Stone." you explain, trying not to waver for being the receiving end to their eventual wrath. For a second, you thought you'd gain another yet of Loki's condescending retortions, but you're surprised that he only eyed you down impassively. Observing you.

Banner joins in. "If you admit it and put it like that then, I don't even know if you're lying or not anymore." he sits down on one of the metallic chairs by the semi-circular machinery in the middle of the room. "Even though that last part sounded dumb for an excuse; which is exactly why I'm having second thoughts."

"That's... I appreciate that — I think." you say, slightly frowning. It is dumb. You don't blame him though.

He gives you a tight-lipped smile which disappears immediately. "Yeah, no, it's fine."

Stark looks at him incredulously, as if he truly felt betrayed. "Bruce, what the hell?"

The others quirk confusingly at the exchange before you spoke again. "But to be clear again, that wasn't an excuse. Not for deception, at least."

It actually didn't sit quite well with you that the one who usually loves to deceive is standing idly in silence when you mentioned his expertise.

But you know that calculating gaze of his.

"Fine." you bat an eye at the person who spoke. "But you are to be restrained until we deem you trustworthy. One wrong step and you might just end up somewhere other than a cell."

A weight lifts up from your chest, somehow. You eye Strange in relief, almost a hint of exhaustion engulfs your expression but you blink it away. "I am grate-"

Your body contorts and twists once again.

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Heat Waves (Loki x Female Reader) (Angst)

Summary: Loki let you go so you'd be happier... without him.

Warning: mention of trauma and torture, suicide, past abuse, mention of smut, accidental physical abuse, angst with a bittersweet ending, 1000 words considered a drabble or not?

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Last night, all I think about is you

Don't stop, baby, you can walk through

Don't want, baby, think about you

You know that I'm never gonna lose

Loki watched as Barnes dragged you along with him to the dance floor, he watched your smile lighting up the dimly lit lounge of the tower and his heart broke, all over again. It's been a year but the pain didn't cease, it only got worse. But you seemed happy and that kept him going. He could have had all that and more but he allowed you to go, he pushed you away, he destroyed that one thing that was keeping him sane just so he could keep you safe, so he could protect you from himself.

"Sometimes all I think about is you.

Late nights in the middle of June,

Heat waves been faking me out,

Cn't make you happier now"

"Lokii please I love you baby..please we can fix it..I'll fix it I promise..it's not your fault" you cried as you clung on to him, you could feel him slipping away again and you knew this time you'd lose him forever.

He pulled you away, he knew he was signing a death sentence, he knew he'd never get over you but he had to let you go, he wasn't what you deserved. You deserved the world and he can't give you that.

He sipped on his drink as he watched James dancing with you on the dance floor, he heard the sound of your laughter and it pierced his heart, he should have been the one to make you laugh like that, he should have been the one to twirl you around in his arms, he should have been the one dancing with you like you two had done a countless times before.

Usually I put

Something on TV

So we never think

About you and me

But today I see

Our reflections

Clearly in Hollywood

Laying on the screen

"I love you so much..lo..gosh yes I love youu" you moaned the confession amidst the whirlwind of passionate sex and he just stared at your dumbfounded, you loved him? He was loved. He was loved and it felt too good to be true, the universe finally had him on its mercy, he finally had someone to belong to , someone to call his own. And for once his heart felt content, it was filled with hope, all because of you.

"I love you princess"

He did, he truly did, and for a moment he really thought he would have it all but he should have known better. He should have known that you'd never be happy with him.

You just need a better life than this

You need something I can never give

Fake water all across the road

It's gone now, the night has come

He should have stayed away from you, but he couldn't, he kept crawling back to you because without you nothing made sense to him anymore, this never ending life didn't feel worth living anymore. He wanted to give up, like he had done before, he wanted to end the excruciating pain but he couldn't have been that selfish, he couldn't have done that to you, you'd never move on from it, you'd never forgive him for that. You'd blame yourself even though none of this was your fault.

You can't fight it

You can't breathe

You say something so loving, but

Now I've got to let you go

You'll be better off with someone new.

You seemed happy, happier with Barnes, happier than he ever could have made you. He wasn't like that, he wasn't wired for this type of love. The type that made him want to forget his past and the abuse he has been through, you made him better, he knew that but he kept falling into the old habits, he couldn't get past the trauma, he tried. He really did try.

"Don't leave me princess..I need you..I love you please" he cried and cried his heart out in your arms. Another night, another nightmare, when he was good, he was untouched, you both had several good days, the future seemed attainable but then he'd fall back right where he started from.

"I would never ever leave..look at me" his eyes devoid of any light as he stared at you.

"You should"

"I would never leave..I love you..hear me..I love you lo"

He clutched onto you as you assured him, he wanted to give you the world, he just wanted to keep you happy.

He really tried his best but he failed.

I don't wanna be alone

You know it hurts me too

You look so broken when you cry

One more and then I'll say goodbye

Another nightmare, another attack, but this time he put his hands on you because in the haze of his nightmare he couldn't differentiate between you and them. He promised to never hurt you. He promised to never put his fingers on you but he failed, ofcourse he failed, he should have known better..

"Lokii babyy …" your eyes welled up as you cooed to him, he watched the fresh bruise forming on your neck and he shattered in pieces, that one single moment destroyed him . He'd face all that torture then to see you like this.

"Get out y/n"

"Noo listen to me..it's not your fault lo.. please listen"

"Get the fuck out of my life before I hurt you further" You shook your head as you you knew he was going to break both of your hearts, you couldn't lose him, he was all you had.

"So that's it? You're giving up on me..on us?" You asked him and he just stared at you mindlessly, he didn't know how to make you happy anymore, all he has done lately is make you cry. Seeing you all happy was the only thing keeping him going and he was taking that away from you too.

"I just want you to be happy princess, and you're not happy"

I just wonder what you're dreaming of

When you sleep and smile so comfortable

I just wish that I could give you that

That look that's perfectly un-sad

His eyes met with yours from across the hall so you gave him a smile and he smiled back, you seemed happy, and that's all he has ever wanted for you, it didn't matter to him that he wasn't the one making you feel so.

Sometimes, all I think about is you

Late nights in the middle of June

Heat waves been faking me out

"Why are you doing this y/n?"

You turned your attention towards Bucky as he questioned you.

"Doing what?"

"This? Pretending to be happy, pretending that you're just fine without him? When the truth is far from it, we both know that"

Nobody could make you feel the way he did. It was impossible, you couldn't have fallen in love with someone else when you were still in love with Loki. Your eyes teared up, the pain you felt when you lost him would never cease, your heart would never un-break. But even with all the pain in there you smiled as wide as you could.

"Because he wants to see me like this, he wants me to be happy..so I am..happy"

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Sometimes Love Stops In Its Tracks

You love your man, but sometimes, it can lead to a breaking point.

Includes: Victor Creed (Sabertooth), Loki, Thor, Steve Rogers (Captian America), Bucky Barnes (Winter Solider), Bruce Wayne (Batman), Clark Kent (Superman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Orm Marius, Joker, Duncan Vizla (Polar)

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Victor Creed

Living the way of mutants and humans was a thin line to follow. Victor felt that he was an animal, proud of his lone wolf ways, finding solace in the hidden corners of the forest around the globe as he traveled from one mission to another. Being on the side of power that wanted to bring respect to mutants, even if their ways were questionable at the very least. And now, it was gone, traded from a role as a teacher, educating younger mutants, having battle quips with some of the twerps that think they are brighter than the 200-year-old Sabertooth. Little things like that stuck in his brain, bits and pieces that he most of the time brought home to his lover and partner. Which, after a while, bred new arguments and fights. Something which both sides did not like. Tension bubbled, and Victor felt himself dive back into his ways of thinking.

'You would NOT understand my pain!!'

'Of course, I do not know since you don't communicate anymore. Victor, please, this has been going on for way too long; talk to me! ...Tell me so I can understand.'

'Even if I told you your human brain is too stunned to comprehend.'

'What?! Why are you talking like this? Do not talk to me like that.'

'And what are you going to do?! You are no match for me.' with that, Victor knew he had crossed a line he didn't think he would cross, ever.

'I will not be treated like this! You are on your own now.'

You spoke, starting to distance yourself away from the raging mutant. Placing permanent distance between each other, leaving love to stop in its tracks.

Loki Laufeyson

For him, his heritage was a silent trigger in his mind. Whenever his blue skin showed itself unexpectedly, his manners would shift, not speaking to anyone not even his love. Which would, in return, create silence so loud it could break your heart. And it did. The silence brought no mature way to deal with it. You tried to comfort him, offering hugs, kisses, and soft touches to the broken god, but each time at the offer, Loki would pull away and even sometimes roar at the devotion.

'Do not touch me! How many times do I have to tell you?!'

'I am just...trying to help.' The last part can be only whispered at the raging man

'Do not help me. Leave me alone.'

Loki turns away, walking away as you tried to do it to your best ability, but if he wanted help, he would accept it. Maybe it was time to leave him...alone. Sometimes the best thing you can do is remove yourself from the situation and let love stop in its tracks.

Thor Odinson

Thor fancied traveling, exploring new places, and new people, and having exhilarating adventures. Thor would leave on a whim sometimes, even most of the time, without saying where he is going or when he is coming back. Each time Thor would come back cheery as ever, retelling his stories to you with the same gleam, not understanding what he left behind and expects when he came back. You would communicate what you felt, from the sudden 180 from having him in youR arms to an empty apartment and waiting each day and night, wishing that this is the moment when he will come back. So when he came back, Thor did not read the room.

'Do you not like the story?'

With a heavy sigh, you hoped that it would be obvious. 'No-no, the story about you riding a giant goat sounds like great fun. But, Thor, do you know how I feel? Waiting for you here? Hoping that you will arrive, hoping that you will send a message that you are okay? At least that...'

Thor treks back, his eyes widening in puzzlement. 'I do not understand, dearest when I was in Asgard, my family would not grumble regarding my adventures.'

Relying back upon confusion from your side, they speak with a sharp tone, 'Thor...I know that. But this is not Asgard. This is our home. I know that your family got unfortunately reduced to myself, but what we have is a relationship. And our relationship should be based on communication. Therefore when you leave at the very least, very minimum, let me know.'

Thor took one more step back, feeling his confusion start to simmer. 'What do you mean? I thought that our bond was powerful.' Thor withdrew, looking at his lover.

'It IS strong, but this, like this, your last-second adventure, are things that can chip away at this life we have. I don't want that.'

Thor looks at you, seeing the ping of confusion on your face now 'I am a god. A god goes whenever the path takes them. My heart told me at that moment to go and explore a new corner of the realm. Experience a new life there, fresh cultures, exciting quests and help the less fortunate there, to let them know they have a god...' Thor started to ramble on his reasons for making such a bold move, and in a second, he struck in the wrong path '...explore new lovers there.'

What?

You and Thor look at each other, and you feel a small ping in your heart. Not wanting to say it out loud, but still going to walk in your truth.

'While your heart told you to do all those things.... did it ever think of me and my heart?' Standing up, you spoke into the viscous silence that started to settle heavily on Thor's shoulders, 'Me and my heart won't take you back. Our love has stopped because of your adventures.'

Steve Rogers

Steve was continuously on a mission, rarely home. And when he was home, it was almost a designated time for him to do all the things he couldn't do back when he was living, meaning going to 1900s museums, dinners, activities, and so on... but one thing Steve was always stuck with was Peggy. More times than not, Steve would catch himself saying Peggy's name instead of yours. Which would create disharmony. Steve would play it off, hoping you would understand where he is coming from. Creating fights and blowouts as you were trying to get your point across to Steve.

'Steve, I understand that Peggy was your girl then, but now I am here. Don't call her name when you call me. We don't even have similar names.'

'You are telling me to suppress an important part of my life. You, of all people, should understand what kind of pressure I go through when I am on a mission. So when I come here, I mostly blow off some steam, and my brain mixes everything. Hence, the name mixing.' Steve argued his point coming across less and less, dipping more into the black hole that was forming between the lovers. 'What if the roles would be reversed Steve, hm? What if I said my ex's name instead of yours?'

'Oh, for the love of god. Please, not that gender-role-reversal crap. Back in my day...'

'Stop!' It roared in Steve's ears, the way the word just shouted in his ear, halting his words.

'If your brain is still in the past. Then you can live through it by yourself. As much as I give myself to you and your activities so you can "relive" your "golden days," even though you have been willing and ready to make a life together, you still want to go back. And that is completely fine, but you could have told me that and not strung me along all this time.'

Steve sat back, hearing and feeling the wave of emotions falling into a black hole, growing more and more and very soon encapsulating Steve, losing himself forever.

Bucky Barnes

Bucky consistently feared everything and everyone. Not a lot of moments in his lifetime offer solace and peace. But you tried your best to give him a piece of the comfort and love you felt for him every day. Bucky tried to dissociate from everyone, including you, and the moments you shared with him, cooking, knitting, reading, you name it, his brain was always halfway turned off, and you really can not blame him. You tried your best to understand the poor soul; you really did! But when he was zoned like that, he tended to be more jumpy and scared, resulting in a fiery shout directed at you.

'Dammit! You scared me!'

Turning into a frigid zone, no talking, no touching for 1 hour, as Bucky instructed. And that rule made it hell for you; you thrived off of physical touch!

'I am just saying that I am here, Buck. You do NOT have to be alone. You have me, for crying out loud.'

'You would not understand what I went through. And with all my scars, I am fearful how I will live like this.'

'I can not phantom what you went through, Bucky. But the reason we are in this relationship is to be with each, enjoy each other's company, touch each other, and just- just let everything be, no past, no future-just us; together.'

Getting your point into his thick skull, Bucky's eyes winded in anger and misinterpretation. 'So what you are saying is to forget myself. To be no one?! To be just an insignificant speck on this planet and forget my hurdles and trauma. Like you?!'

Looking at him, you felt the ripple of sadness coloring your veins; there was no way Bucky thought that about you, someone who he loved, cherished, and most importantly trusted, was he?

'Is-is that what you think about...me?! '

'Yes!' He boomed the answer without a second thought, sealing this chapter for the both of you. Looking at him, you come close to him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek respond in a hush, loud enough to be engraved in his brain.

'Remember this kiss, because it is the last sincere thing you will feel. Until you come to terms with yourself, James.'

With that, you left the room knowing that the best option was to leave him if he wished so letting your love stop in its tracks.

Bruce Wayne

Bruce always thought that he wasn't made for relationships, the man dressed like a bat, for goodness sake. Therefore, when you two got together, you raised Dick from a small baby boy with the fattest cheeks that were just screaming to be pinched to a teenager going through his phase of 'begging secretive,' although I don't know how much you can get secretive if you are a superhero and being mentored by Batman. A few years perished, you would have thought that Batman was more open to having a partner in his house, not ours, his. But no. Bruce would hole up in his cave and not talk to anyone, not even Alfred, if he was working on anything. And that fueled sleepless nights resorting for you to give him the cold shoulder but masking it in front of Dick to appear as if everything is okay. Which in hindsight, would bite you in the ass when you would feel yourself crack under the façade.

'Alfred? Why is Mom crying?'

'That... Master Richard is hard to explain. The best we can do is give her a hug and reassure her that everything is okay.'

The hug would help in a 'band-aid over a bullet wound' type of way, but nonetheless, it helped. What didn't help was Bruce and his stoicism. No matter what emotion you chuck at him or say, he would just stand coldly.

'Bruce! Just come out of this forsaken cave. For one hour! For Dick! For me! For Alfred!'

'I told you. I have a case. I can not leave the cave just yet.' He spoke in a stern tone, not moving an octave higher or lower.

'You have been in here for 6 days. This is borderline madness. I forgot your touch.' You responded, feeling your body tremble with unhappiness and uprising anger. 'I have been nothing but patient, but nothing can make you move. I tried, I really, really, really tried. But you gave me nothing!'

Stepping away, you see Bruce's eyes dilate slightly at your discouraged-filled sentences, but now it is too late. As you were going up the stairs, Dick stepped out of the shadows looking at his father.

'Are you just going to stand there?'

Bruce looks at the boy feeling his heart twist in the same way yours was feeling your shared love stop in its tracks.

Clark Kent

Clark moved on when Lois found a new guy to be with. By finding you. Being with you, making a life together, living together in Metropolis. Finding yourself with him. Clark was a sweetheart and still is, to the bone. But when you are such a sweetheart, there are bounds where you will trip up because of your niceness. For Clark, it would be the ability to say no to Lois when she calls for help. Be it a heroic save from a no-name villain to a minuscule task such as carrying furniture up 5 flights of stairs, where she moved in with her new boyfriend.

'Clark, you have to stop helping her so much.'

'I couldn't say no. When she asked me so nice-'

'She has a man! He can do all those things. You are my man!'

'What are you saying?! I should have let her plummet to death when she was falling?'

'That's not my point, Clark. What I am saying is... she is your past. I am your present.'

Clark stood up, hugging you gently, reassuring you with a soft touch, 'You have to understand that she will always be my past. Someone I still very much love.'

Hearing that you pushed him away, you felt a coil snap in your heart, nudging you in the direction where you opted you would not go. 'What?! Lois broke your heart and left you all alone to pick up the pieces, and you still love her?'

'She didn't know what she was doing. I told her how I felt, and we mended that.' More actions came to light 'When?! You never mentioned that to me. Clark... what are you hiding?!'

Clark moved away, seeing what effect all of this had on you, heartbreak in sight. 'Nothing! Just Lois and I talked it over and decided to move friends. Nothing more!'

Looking to the side, you could not see him anymore; your emotions got the better of you. 'You are saying that just now. Do you understand how much jealousy and insecurity I have to press down when I see you going to Lois first and not me? Have you tried to think how I would feel?! All the time, I was really supportive and understanding, but I am human, and my other emotions would boil if this continued, and it did. I gave you so much grace hoping you would understand by yourself. But you did, and look where we are now.'

Looking at him, you saw his eyes dim with hopelessness. 'So what are you saying? That we-' '-yes, we have no future. But maybe your past can help you pick up the pieces.'

Arthur Curry

Arthur is a hunk of a man. He attracted people of all genders and orientations. He is a beef magnet. Arthur knew his charm, but he was oblivious to how it affected you. Whoever was flirting with Arthur, it made you a bit mad when Arthur would return the flirt even when you were with him.

#154th time

'Babe, if I am nice to the barmen, we will get free drinks.'

#484th time

'No worries, toots. The woman there is smoking hot, but I am still yours.'

Arthur tried to reassure you, but all that would fall on deaf ears by the time you saw it for the 500th time.

'Arthur, you have to stop. I am uncomfortable seeing you flirt with other people while I am with you.'

'When did I do that?' He would ask as if all of that did not happen 3 hours ago, 'You are messing with me, right?! You were flirting with the girl outside the bar while I was getting the car!'

'Oh, that?! That doesn't count.' He retired, saying a small pfft.

'Sorry? And when "does it count"?' You asked, feeling genuine curiosity mixed with rage

'Only when I get something free out of it.'

it took you a second to comprehend was he was saying and what he was speaking

'So you mean you do it all the time, but most of the time, you do it to gain something you can very easily buy?'

Arthur takes a second to realize and says deadpanned, 'Yes.'

Losing all hope in the merman before you, you just left, leaving him to his own consequences. Letting your silence speak louder than his words could ever, letting him know that your love has stopped in its tracks.

Orm Marius

Orm never would have thought in a million centuries that he would leave his birthright of being a king to be with you. That decision weighed heavily on his shoulders and heavier on yours. As you were described to others as 'the reason Orm left him throne' sometimes it was spoken with a devoted ping but sometimes with a bitter punch. And that decision was not yours; it never was. It was his. Orm just wasn't ready to admit it. Creating a toxic atmosphere in your household. You were mostly quiet on the matter, hoping that Orm would digest it like an adult man, while Orm was boasting about his accomplishments in Atlantis and always ending with a bitter 'And now I am here.'

'Orm, if you feel that way. You are free to go. I am not some anchor that will keep you here against your will. Plus, we all know YOU chose to come here. I did not put a gun to your head and force you to come here. I had no problem having a long-distance relationship. YOU were the one who wanted to escape that throne and those responsibilities.'

Orm strode to you, feeling disassociated with himself. 'I beg your pardon! The reason I came here was to be with you! Because I love you.'

'I know you do. But every time we talked about your royal duties, you always mention what kind of mental toll they had on you, so much that you started to lose your hair from the stress.'

Orm looked at you as if a film playing before him; you were right. But he was not ready to fall back.

'You are the one at fault!' He argued, trying to stick to his points that stood on wobbly legs. 'Me?! How??!' You rebutted, ready to stand your ground firmly. 'You and your heritage! Why did you have to be a surface dweller?! Why did you even have to be born?!' He screamed at you, unleashing the avalanche he formed

'How-how can you say that? You said you loved me moments ago,and now you don't want me on this earth?'

Pacing back, you turn towards the balcony overlooking the ocean, just a few steps ahead. Opening the balcony door, you step aside, saying with a bittersweet sound, 'Here! You can go! I won't hold you back, Orm. It was never my intent to make you so miserable. But when you realize that I was right, don't come back running to me.

Joker(Suicide Squad)

J never intended to have you in his life, someone so typical. Not corrupted, not willing to rob a bank or squishy an ant. You were an angel, and he wanted to corrupt you, but then he knew it would lose parts that made you so distinct and memorable to him. J never tortured you or forced you to do anything. But he did leave you alone while he wreaked havoc in the city. Locking you in the "safe" castle prison while he rampaged Gotham. At first, it wasn't a big deal; after a while, it was like a panic attack that you had to suffer alone in the ample lustrous space.

'J, can you not lock me next time. It really weighs heavy on me. Please stop.'

'Angel, you being locked here is for your own good. What if someone tries to take you away?'

'And me being locked away will keep them away?'

'You are right! From tomorrow I will add a safe and code lock on the doors and windows.'

'No! J! You can not do this to me! Every time you leave, you lock me in. I feel like I haven't been outside for days now.'

'It was exactly 6 days.'

'J, you have to let me out! I am not someone who is okay with staying in here.'

J started to laugh uncontrollably, looking at you like you are the crazy one 'You are acting like you didn't know, pet. HA! Did you seriously think you would not have some "conditions" to be with me???!!!'

Looking back at him, it dawned on you just now. J wasn't the one going mad, you were. Being locked up in here like some twisted life routine. You had to cut this twist now and forever.

'I do not wish to be with someone who gives me solitude J.'

Standing up you walk out of the room, hearing J yelling at you, 'Do NOT forget how good of a life you had with me and in this golden cage!'

Trying to assemble his thoughts, J halts all his actions feeling his love stop.

Duncan Vizla

Duncan looked at the snow-covered window watching as you walked out of your truck and into your shared home with the retired assassin.

'Hey, Donut! I'm back. I found the cutest dog ever, a mix of poodle and french bulldog; his name was Mocha. So freaking cute.'

As you explained your day to Duncan, he asks you, cutting the cheery atmosphere short 'No one was following you, dove? Did you check your surroundings?'

A little stumped at the change of atmosphere you spoke with a tint of lie 'Yes. all clear.'

Duncan raises an eyebrow seeing your smile drop 'Liar.'

'Fine, yeah. I didn't check my surroundings but I was extremely careful and I only went to the famers market and petted Mocha.'

Duncan sighs loudly filling the room with his anxiousness. 'It was fine and-' 'It's not fine. You could have been hurt. Someone could have taken you.'

Placing your hand on his you try to soothe him 'IT WAS fine, Ducan. No one is after me. No one is after you. You can relax. We are together here now.'

'You do not understand my fear. Every time I walk out I feel their eyes on me and I do not want you to feel that. I just want you to be safe.'

'Duncan, and I am. When I am with you. Please calm down and let us just enjoy this day.' you talked to him, trying to reason with him but not much was going up his walls.

'Do not downplay my emotions. You would not understand the fear I have to harbor to keep it away from You. To keep you happy and live in this fantasy.'

'What?! How can you say that?? All my feelings towards you are sincere Duncan, I have told you many times that we can talk whenever and about whatever you wanted. I gave myself to you and help you overcome your past life.'

You rebutted looking at him, trying to get your points across and into his thick skull.

'Don't downplay me, little girl! You watch who you are talking to.' Duncan shouted, making you come to a standstill.

How could he talk to you like that? And downsize you to a small girl. You aren't helpless. You aren't dumb, far from it. You are more than capable of walking away right this instant.

'You will not talk to me like that Duncan. And you will not minuscule me. I do not care what you have gone through if you will tear me like that, and talk to me like that. No one will talk to me like that and you will finally learn that what you say hurts far more than a weapon can.'

Walking out, you look at the snowstorm coming in, sealing your fate far away from Duncan.

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Avengers Preference-FTM

3 Year Masterlist

Prompt: Pride month FTM!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of periods,top scars,brief mention of dead name

Loki

There was gonna be a huge ball at the palace. Loki had dragged you along,you weren't a big fan of parties you couldn't remember the last time you'd be to one. Of course Loki wouldn't let you anywhere near the ballroom without the right attire,he had gone through his entire closet. Picking a couple outfits and setting them to the side.

"Alright,take your clothes off" You froze,you hadn't told him yet. "Y/N?"

"Loki there's something I have to tell you"

"If you're embarrassed I promise I won't look"

"It's not that,although I appreciate it. It's actually my scars,no one has seen them yet. And I haven't even told you that I'm"He reached out putting his hand on top of yours.

"Y/N it's okay believe me I understand and you don't have to say it until you want. Now try these on" He got up and turned his back to you.

"Loki you can look,but how did you know?" He turned to face you.

"I'm not exactly clueless on these things" You knew exactly what Loki was referring to,what everyone else called 'lady Loki' who was beautiful and you were always supportive of who Loki was. "Now come we can't be late"

***

Walking into the ballroom,your arms entwined. A few people stared but they didn't last long. Suddenly a woman walked up to you. Before she had a chance to say anything Loki greeted her.

"Hello mother,I'd like to introduce you to Y/N. My,what is it that midgardians say?" He thought for a moment "Boyfriend" He blurted out. She turned to face you,smiling.

Dr.Strange

Training was longer today,the ancient one had put you in charge of training Stephen. Begin one of the best helped a lot,Stephen was a quick learner and you couldn't be happier with how far he'd come in a short time. Since you spent so much time together you were naturally close,which resulted in you developing a crush on him.

He managed to knock you to the ground,but quickly knelt down.

"Y/N are you okay?"He asked. You could feel your binder digging into your ribs,it was getting hard to breathe.

"I'm fine" He helped you up. "That's enough for today" You walked back to your room,quickly taking off your binder. Taking a few deep breaths,suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Y/N"

"Yes?" You opened the door slightly,not enough for him to see much.

"I just wanted to make sure you're okay" He pushed the door slightly. "I was worried since you were wearing your binder for a long time" He pushed the door open and walked in.

"You knew?" He just nodded.

"I just want you to know that I don't think of you any differently" Moving closer you kissed his cheek.

"Thank you" He smiled at you "But don't think I'll go easier on you"

Bucky

Bucky was curled up on the bed,he was shirtless and you could see his scars. Before you realize you started tracing them with your finger,you felt him shiver. He moved onto his side and you moved to lay down,putting your arm around him. You felt a bigger scar just near his abs,you moved to sit up. Bucky rolled over onto his back,letting you see the scar more clearly.

"Where's this from?" You asked without thinking.

"It's a long story"

"Sorry I didn't mean to"

"It's okay,I'm actually surprised it took you so long to ask about any of them" He sat up,his back against the headboard.

“Well you never asked about mine”He had seen your scars a few times,but he never said anything.

“I just thought you didn’t want to talk about it. But now that you brought it up how did you get those?”

“They’re from my top surgery”You explained,before you could say anything else he pulled you into a hug. You kissed his cheek,he took off his dog tags putting them on you instead. You didn’t ask,you just kissed him again.

Peter parker/Spider-man

Peter was one of the first people you came out to,you had been friends for years. He had been there for you through your transition. Today you were going to get top surgery and Peter came with you.

“So how do you feel?”

“Like a weight has been lifted off my chest”He laughed,putting his hand on your arm. “Thank you for coming with me”

“Anytime”

After a few hours you were let out,Peter insisted that you stay with him while you were recovering. You were watching a movie when Peter suddenly asked.

“Y/N do you wanna go out with me sometime?”His face was completely red as he avoided your eyes.

“I’d love to”You leaned forward,pressing your lips onto his cheek.

Tony Stark/Iron man

You rushed down to the lab.

“Tony!”You quickly ran into his arms,crying.

“Y/N,what’s wrong? What happened?”He asked,panicked. Picking up your phone you showed him the article,he took your phone as you continued crying. You knew what you were getting into when you started dating Tony,but you never expected that someone would go as far as to out your birth name. “Y/N,I’m so sorry. I promise you they won’t get away with this” He held you until you calmed down,his hands rubbing your back.

“What now?”You asked.

“I have an idea but you’ll need to be there with me”

Since it was pride month,the news of your outing was met with support from the community. Along with a lot of criticism to the reporters and news outlets. You felt a lot better knowing that you weren’t the only one upset. Although Tony still wanted to go through with his plan and so did you. You were both going to a pride parade,he had draped a flag over your shoulders like a cape. And painting the flags on your cheeks. You couldn’t be happier standing there with Tony,just being confident in who you are.

Natasha romanoff/Black widow

You knew today was gonna be terrible,you got your period and everything was awful. Thankfully there weren’t any emergencies today,which meant you could stay in bed all day. You were mindlessly scrolling on your phone,when Natasha walked in.

“Hey feeling any better?”She asked,rummaging through the paper bag she was holding. “I brought some stuff that might help”

“I feel better,thank you”You gave her a quick kiss.

“Now move over”She laughed,climbing in beside you.You wrapped your arm around her. “So you wanna watch a movie or something?”

“Only if we can cuddle”

“Sure as long as you don’t fall asleep on me”She laughed,grabbing the remote.

Hela

No one dared say anything to you,since you were dating the goddess of death. Hela was extremely proud of you and would show you off like you were her treasure. Which you secretly loved,the way she talked about you was enough to make you blush like crazy. Today just wasn’t a good day for you,your dysphoria had been acting up worse that usual. You avoided mirrors and any type of reflective surface,not wanting to see your reflection. Hela was in the throne room as you made your way in;she looked you up and down,she quickly gestured to one of the guards. They left as soon as you reached the throne.

“Something bothering you?”She stood up,taking your hand in hers.

“No,I'm fine.”You lied,avoiding her eyes.

“Y/N please don’t lie to me,i can tell that you’re not fine”You walked out to the balcony behind the throne,with Hela following you. You leaned over the balcony,looking over Asgard.

"What do you think they'd say?" Hela stood beside you,a confused look on her face. "About me? If they knew"

"They wouldn't,no one would dare say anything about my king. And if they did they'd have to deal with me" She pulled you closer,kissing you as your hands wrapped around her.

Shuri

Shuri had called you telling you to come to the lab,she had said that she was working on something for you. But didn’t tell you what it was. As you walked in you noticed that it was surprisingly empty,looking around you only saw Shuri.

“There you are!”She stood up,pulling you along to a table. “When you told me you're transgender I did some research into binders and I remembered hearing you complain that they're uncomfortable,and I didn't want that"

You pulled her close,kissing her cheek. It warmed your heart that she did,even though she didn’t have to. She smiled at you. “As I was saying,I didn’t want you to be in pain all the time. So i did what i do best” She said clearly proud of herself,she handed you a binder. The material of it felt a lot softer though.

“Do you want me to try it on now?”

“If you want to”Her tone made it obvious that she wanted you to wear it. She turned around letting you take your shirt off,your binder was difficult to take off and got stuck. You turned away from Shuri.

“Shuri,could you help me?”

“Of course”You felt her hands on your back,pulling your binder over your head. “I can promise that you won’t have to worry about that with mine”You couldn’t see but you knew that she was smirking. You put on the one she made,she was right it was way more comfortable than a regular one. It wasn’t too tight but it still made your chest look flat.

“Shuri you can look now” She turned to face you,smiling.

“Looks like I got the size perfectly. How do you feel?”

“A lot more comfortable than my old one”You joked.

“It’s not too tight is it? It’s not affecting your breathing?”She asked,carefully touching it, avoiding your chest directly and only touching your sides.

“It’s incredible Shuri,you practically did the impossible”You reassured her,giving her a kiss.

M’baku

It was just a normal day,nothing was really going on. So you just walked up to the throne room,finding M’baku sitting on the throne. When he saw you,he gestured for you to come over. He immediately pulled you into his lap.

“Did you sleep well,my prince?” You chuckled,putting your arm around his shoulders. He kissed you,putting his arm around your waist.

“I love it when you call me that.”You moved to kiss his jaw down to his neck,he laughed. Last night was incredible,it was the first time you had sex with him. You were thinking about it,when suddenly you noticed that the room was empty. He put his hand on your thigh

“How do you feel? I wasn’t too rough was I?”He asked,and you quickly kissed him.

“Not at all. Last night was amazing”He smiled,clearly proud of himself. “Can you call me that again?”

“Call you what?”He asked,you blushed avoiding his eyes. “My prince”You buried your head into his neck.

T’challa

Your relationship had been a secret,while T’challa’s father was the king. But when he became king,nothing could stop him. Both Shuri and his mother were proud,Shrui was the only person who knew before he became king. She was always there for both of you. You were happy with T’challa,but you were scared of what the people would say. Not that they dared since he was the king,but you still thought about it. You were laying in bed with him next to you.

“Do you think the people of wakanda hate me?”He instantly bolted up.

“What are you talking about,darling? No one would say that”

“They don’t have to”You got up walking towards the window,he followed you. “I mean they probably think it’s already bad enough that you’re dating a man,let alone that I’m trans. And don’t even get me started on the whole heir to the throne problem” He immediately looked concerned and worried,you had never seen him like this.

“Y/N you know that I love you,I don't care what anyone says. Or traditions all i care about is the man i love and that’s you. I want you to stay with me,for as long as I’m king no one will ever disrespect you and get away with it. Y/N will you marry me?”You froze,you had a feeling he was gonna ask you but not like this not now,although your answer was still the same.

“Yes I will”

#ftm reader #x ftm reader #loki x reader #dr strange x reader #bucky x reader #spider man x reader #peter parker x reader #tony stark x reader #iron man x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #hela x reader #shuri x reader #m'baku x reader #t'challa x reader

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bedlamsbard · 12 days

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I got into your fics because of Thor and Loki.. and while I love the world (and you basically sold me on Steve/Nat) I am still very curious about the twins. What made you go the prophecy route?

Oh, man, this was almost three years ago -- with rare exception I use the same background and worldbuilding across stories, so while the prophecy is introduced back in Morning, it's also mentioned in the Yonderverse. It's just that Yonder isn't really a story where that kind of thing features, and Morning's all about destiny/fate/timelines, which is part of the reason it's in there. IIRC, the other reason was pushback against some of the meta/fic I'd seen in the Thor fandom back then, since that was still when I was still reading in the fandom. I wanted to take Loki (and Thor) out of operating in a very human realm, where there were very direct parallels to things that could happen to, like...normal people, and put them back into a mythical realm where stuff like the prophecy was taken very seriously. But it's important that it's also an ambiguous prophecy that could as easily have gone the other way, which I don't think has actually been revealed anywhere, because the prophecy has been most directly dealt with in a chapter of Morning that hasn't been posted yet, but has been written since 2021. So I've had this all figured out since then, I just haven't been able to use that chapter yet. (It is a full-chapter altverse flashback, and it has to follow a present-day chapter.)

Hela is actually the first person to mention it in Morning:

She had known for five centuries before her exile that they were coming, her little brothers. Odin’s sons, battle-born, battle-worn. Prophecy could leave many things to chance – the finer details, mostly – but the broad strokes were always certain. Hela had sat in the hall of the vǫlur and known by the end of the chief seeress’s first stanza that it was the end of her. As soon as Odin knew of the new prophecy, he would have no more use for her, not when Asgard’s wyrd said he would have his matched pair of perfect princes. She had slaughtered all of the vǫlur for that, hoping that Odin would never hear of the prophecy, but the vǫlur were like the wyrd they spun out – no one, not even the goddess of death, could truly destroy them. Sooner or later a vǫlva would come to Asgard bearing the Norns’ words, though it had been, Hela assumed, after her exile, since she had no memory of the vǫlur’s return. Even one of the Aesir could not stop fate, merely delay it. Fate, like death, was inevitable.

This introduces my take on the volur and the first hint of the prophecy, that it pretty significantly predates Thor's and Loki's births (by fourteen centuries), and that Hela is the only one that knows the entire thing because she killed the volur who spoke about it. It's also mentioned very briefly in Yonder and at one point Yonder went into more detail and I cut that because it's not thematically important in Yonder the way it is in Morning.

“You didn’t know?” Sif said to the Valkyrie. “It’s a very famous story.” “Yes,” Loki said, “as in ‘story,’ as in ‘fictional,’ as in ‘Odin made it all up.’” He ground his teeth and looked irritated. “What story?” the Valkyrie said pointedly. Sif shot a glance at Thor and Loki, then explained, “About Odin’s sons being born at the beginning and end of the Battle of Jotunheim. There’s supposed to be a prophecy – Odin’s sons, battle-born –”

So it features pretty significantly in an unposted chapter of Morning, here are the two most relevant sections. (Farbauti's a volva but was not at Urdarbrunnr when Hela did her slaughter, and isn't aware that it was Hela who did it.)

The giantess didn’t look at him. “Twenty-four centuries ago the vǫlur were slaughtered at Urðarbrunnr. I wasn’t there with my sisters that day, but I know what prophecy it was they sang into being. It did not come to Asgard, I think, for many centuries afterward, nor was the whole of it brought to Valaskjalf for the ears of Odin One-eye.” Frigga hesitated before she shook her head slightly. “What prophecy?” Loki said. “What – the prophecy?” “Odin’s sons, battle-born,” Farbauti quoted softly. “There’s more, but that’s the part you and Odin cared about, isn’t it? That he might have his matched pair of perfect princes. Never mind that you might never hear the rest of it, because the vǫlur that still trusted Asgard brought those stanzas to you in time, but those who would never trust Asgard again brought the rest to me.” No single vǫlva ever got the whole of a prophecy, Loki knew. Individuals got bits and pieces, but it took many vǫlur to piece together the entirety of one. Since the massacre at Urðarbrunnr he didn’t know if more than a handful had been completed; most of the known prophecies dated from before the slaughter. “They are my sons,” Frigga said, her voice hard. “Yes,” Farbauti said, “but they could have been mine. Both of them could have been mine, your blood-son and his twin.”

and then a little later, after they argue for a while and some other stuff is discussed.

Farbauti nodded, then crossed back to the brazier with the kettle and poured herself another cup of spiced wine. As she spooned honey into it, she said, “When the vǫlur see the future, it isn’t set. We see possible futures – certain things that will happen, because they’re part of the pattern laid out in the great tapestry the Norns make of our wyrd, but there are many ways that those threads can be woven. And those threads themselves are always being spun. Yes, our own choices make up our ørlǫg along with our natures, but so do the choices of all those who come before us. What was possible when the vǫlur speak the great patterns of the Norns into being is not always possible a century later, let alone ten. The possibilities narrow as the cloth is worked and the thread of our ørlǫg is spun.” She set her hip against the table and drank deep from her cup, then quoted softly, “Odin’s sons, battle-born, battle-worn – that’s the version you know, isn’t it?” Loki nodded shortly. “Everyone says Thor and I were born at the beginning and end of the Battle of Jotunheim.” “I can’t speak for your brother,” Farbauti said, “though I don’t know that there’s any reason to lie about that –” “There isn’t,” Frigga said. “Thor was born when the Bifrost brought the last of the einherjar to Jotunheim.” Farbauti smiled, thin. “Your other son took his first breath as the first of my people died.” Loki felt the muscle in his jaw jump again, but glanced upwards at his mother anyway. He tried to make his voice light as he said, “So Thor’s still older than me.” Frigga hesitated for a brief instant, then said, “Sixteen minutes. I scried it to be certain.” She leaned down and pressed her lips briefly to the crown of his head, making Farbauti’s brows knit a little – a somewhat disconcerting effect on her Jotun features. Loki let his breath out slowly, suddenly dizzy with relief. “So we did come into this world together,” he said. He had been afraid to ask before, to find one more part of his reality crumbling around him; having it back… “Yes,” Farbauti said. When they both looked up at her, she shrugged. “It’s their wyrd. Odin’s sons, battle-born, battle-worn,” she quoted, the rhythm of the familiar words a little different than an Asgardian would have used. What she said next was entirely unfamiliar. “Or Laufey’s sons, battle-won, bone-born.” Loki heard the sound he had made only after it passed his lips, a soft grunt like he had punched in the gut. You didn’t have to be a vǫlva to interpret that. His mother’s grip was so tight on his shoulders that he suspected he would find bruises there later. Farbauti made a gesture to toss the matter aside. “It’s done. What might be is now only what could have been, and ultimately what never was. That path was closed to all of us at least a century before your birth. Laufey never worked up the courage to challenge Asgard on its own ground, just proxy wars.” She smiled a little, idle. “Or I suppose he might have taken more than Odin’s eye that day, though I doubt it. Regardless –” She shrugged. “It’s done.” “Yes,” Frigga said softly. “It’s done.”

The Asgardians never knew the other version of the prophecy. That is actually a reference to a What If comic called What If Thor Was Raised by Frost Giants, where Laufey does kill Odin and take Thor to raise him himself.

Part of the reason the prophecy is in Morning is to set up the idea that there are things that are going to happen, though they're conceptualized in different ways depending who says it -- obviously the Asgardians and the Jotuns think of fate very differently than (my version of) the TVA, since Mobius gives a long explanation earlier in Morning. But those things are going to happen aren't always going to happen in the same way or in predictable ways, so the prophecy sets up that Loki and Thor were always going to be raised together as twins, but not necessarily in the context that they were. And again, part of that is just to put the Asgardians and company into a non-human and very mythical context, that they accept is governed by other powers.

All of this is also true for the Yonderverse, it just doesn't come up because it's not really relevant there. There are brief mentions of the prophecy, and then Urdarbrunnr and the volur are mentioned a few times (they'd both feature in the Horizon sequel), but it's just not thematically relevant in the same way it is for Morning. But it's still part of my worldbuilding.

#starkaddict #bedlam replies #morning behind the scenes

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livealittleoc-cb · 1 year

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An Important Celebration

Astria for the longest of centuries had gone through a mass amount of war between countries and the times were turbulent.

The underworld, heavens and limbo were consumed by souls. Gods of all kind and alike fused and overworked during this time of pain. Watching their people drop like flies unable to do anything unless it were to interfere with fate.

But then peace was brought. On the 5th of April a peace treaty was brought up and all countries agreed for war to end and peace to begin.

After that it was decided that this great point in history should be celebrated. It starting off as a dinner slowly after years turning into one big ball, with great food from every where, royals, magics, gods and humans alike together celebrating.

Di and Ace are the first to get to the event. Ace squealing happily as he held Di's arm. They stepped in being greated by waiters, other magics and gods. Ace's eyes squealed as he saw his mum's, quickly waving at them before turning to Di. "You do your thing. I do mine. Okay?" He asked as Di nodded kissing his forehead before they walked their seperate ways.

"Nanay! Mama!" He squealed as he ran to the two and hugged them tight. Mama Sofia squealed as she hugged her son close to her squeezing him. "Oh mi hijo [my son]! You look so beautiful! Look at you." She said as she pushed hair away from his face looking him over with so much love.

"Mamaaaa! Please my makeup!" Ace whined as he pouted while Nanay Princess chuckled lightly.

"Ya~ Bebe~ I think Ace would like to keep his makeup intact till the end of the event. Sofia pouted but nodded.

"I'm sorry, it's just been so long.~" She grinned. "Are we meeting anyone new tonight?~" Ace blushed and swatted at her with a whine.

"Shushhhh." He sighs lightly. "I wish the little ones were here."

Sofia nodded as they started to have their conversation. While Ace was with his mums Di walked up to Zeus. He cleared his throat while the big bearded man turned. His face soften instantly as he saw Di. "Theo." He said softly as Di just nodded at him.

"Old man." He said as he straighted his suit jacket.

"How have you been? It's been so long." Zeus said as he went to go hug him. Di put a hand up stopping him.

"We're not there yet." He muttered as Zeus nodded his head understandingly starting up small talk between the two.

Jay and Set walked in arms linked as she sighed lightly rubbing her face. "I'm so glad we got here in one piece." She muttered while Set laughed.

"Come on it wasn't that bad.~"

"I almost fell into mud cause you decided to go chase a car-"

"In my defense it was asking for it." He said with a serious face while Jay looked unamused. "Come on~ We look good, family is here, free food~ Calm down everything is fine, you're overstressing yourself." Ari sighed but nodded her head as she looked at the three men.

"You three overgrown babies..." She looks at Anubis over before looking at Set and Loki. "You two overgrown babies have your canine and fang caps in?"

Loki gasps dramatically. "One I am not an overgrown baby." He fixed the bow in his hair, fixing their long hair. "Second, yes~" She showed off her fangs as he smiled proudly.

"I do too!" Set said as he showed his, Anubis nodding but keeping his mask on. He was the responsible one, he didn't need to prove anything.

"Okay...good. You all know where I'm going to be. You all just...don't make a scene-" She said as the three nodded and she walked over to her Dad and Brothers. "Hello~ Did you miss me?~" She asked with a laugh as she saw her two older brothers head's pop up.

"BABY SIS!" Santiago squealed as he shoved his plate of food into Ha-Yoon's arms. He squeezed her in a hug lifting her up from the ground. "Hello~ We miss you." Yoon grumbled as he placed the plate down and smiled at her. He pushed his older brother away and went to hug her.

"Ahh~ All is right with the world now that you're back with us." He mused before the three of them laughed. Their dad, Kim Dak-Ho, smiled at the three of them. Ari let go of her brothers before turning to her dad. He held his arms open for her and she laughed rushing into them.

"My beautiful princess is back home." Ari snorted as she squeezed him.

"More like with my three old bodyguards." She mused while he gasped dramatically.

"I'm not old~ I can still move it as if I was 19 again~" Her brothers cringed at him while Jay laughed her ass off at him, she missed this. They fell into natural conversation all stress leaving her as she enjoyed her time with her family.

Set and Anubis wave at Ari's family from afar as they walk to their own parents. Instantly Nephthys clinged to her two sons. "My boys! Oh, how handsome you two look." She fawned over the two as Set whined lightly and Anubis just snorted lightly.

Osiris laughed lightly as he held Nephthys arm. "My world, I think they're tired of getting fonded over. They aren't children anymore." She frowned lightly as she looked at the two.

"I know you're right but they grew up too fast." Her eyes watered as Set quickly went to hug her and Anubis rubbed her back lightly.

"We're still your babies mama." Set said softly as Anubis nodded silently whispering into her ear.

"Especially Set." That caused their mum to let out a watery laugh as Set narrowed his eyes at his older brother.

On the other side of the room Loki waltz over to Laufey, lightly tapping her shoulder. She turned around confused before letting out a loud gasp. "Oh my little baby of chaos!" She squealed as she hugged them close to her. "Oh how are you love? Everything okay? Works going alright?" Loki chuckled as she nodded her head at their mom.

"Yes ma, everything's alright.~" He looked around for a minute his mum frowning a bit knowing what he was looking for.

"H-He's busy...you know how your father is. He got-" Loki raised a hand, stopping her from making another excuse for his father. He gave her a strained smile.

"It's alright." He kissed her forehead stepping back. "I'm going to go bother Thor now. I'll be back before they start serving food." Their mum nodded sadly as she watched him stepped away.

As Loki walked over to Thor, Cupid and Eros walked in. "I can't believe you made me wear this stupid pink outfit-" He muttered softly as he looked himself over.

"Hey. Be glad I let you come shirtless-" Cupid muttered as he tucked his wings back before smiling big.

They both walked over to Aphrodite, Cupid lightly hip bumping her. "Hey sis~ How are you?~"

"A lot better before you came." She muttered as she drank from a champange flute. Cupid pouted as Eros laughed. "I'm not happy to see you either." Eros instantly deadpanned as she said that.

"Rude."

"Is this about the stain I left on your white designer dress..." Cupid asked with a raised eyebrow. Aphrodite scoffed and stomped her foot lightly.

"No! It's for leaving me with a pile of work! But that's also contributed to it!" The three of them started to bicker as Ares and Apollo made their entrance.

Apollo shined the whole room as he walked in holding onto Ares's arm. Literally he shined. "Um my light...you should tone it down a little." Ares said with a chuckle while Apollo pouted.

"Sorry..." He looked at Ares over with a slight whine. "Did you have to go with the velvet suit?"

"Hey! It's a time to celebrate, this is my favorite suit. Dad gave it to me~" Apollo nodded with a small smile as he smoothed out Ares's jacket.

"Alright, I'm heading to Artemis. You're going to talk to her?" Ares nodded his head as Apollo gave him a reassuring smile. "It'll go alright." He gave him a kiss to the hand before they went their own ways. Ares walked up to Hera cautiously as he cleared his throat.

"Hey mum." He said as the woman turned around. She instantly brightened up at seeing her son. She cupped her hands over his cheeks and smiled before speaking her own accent shining through.

"Oh my baby..." She said softly before looking over his outfit. She gave him a watery smile. "You're wearing it." He nodded as she sniffled and ran her hands over the suit. "Your dad would be so proud of you." She kissed his cheek as he sniffled lightly hugging her close to him.

"I wish he was here."

"I do too." She said softly as she rubbed his back lightly. Apollo looked at the two with a sad smile before walking to his sister.

"Hey my favorite twin~"

"I'm your only twin." She said with a riased brow while he whined.

"Listen, your my favorite either way!" He said with a pout while she rolled her eyes but smiled bringing him in for a hug. "Yeah. Yeah. You bonehead."

"You're so mean!" Artemes laughed as she kept teasing Apollo him whining.

Jooheon, Leo and Emilia all walk in together. Leo is holding Emilia's arm while Jooheon fixes his suit jacket. "Thanks for the ride Joo, owe you one." Jooheon smiled and nodded as Leo bounced lightly.

"You guys know where to meet me when we have to leave, right?" The two nodded as they all went their separate ways.

Jooheon walked to his parents with a smile, as the two smiled big and proud at him. "There's our big overworked and successful son.~" His mum teased as she hugged him tight. Joo yelped as he hugged his mum back with a small laugh.

"Mum's still got her strength I see." He joked while his dad laughed. He went to hug hum as his dad kissed his forhead.

"It's why I love her so much. A strong, independent and powerful woman.~" Haw just rolled her eyes as her husband, Kwan wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss.

"Yah~ We're in public you two~" He teased as the three of them laughed lightly.

Leo happily skipped over to his cousin as he ruffled her hair. "Ciao, mi bella, Bella~" He snorted as she gasped fixing her hair.

"How dare you! You're the worst cousin ever!" Gab, who had a mouth full of food snorted. Leo looked at him before shaking his head. He looked around before looking at Bella.

"Where's Nana?" He asked while she looked around herself.

"Oh shit- She better not be near the drinks!" She said as she rushed to look for her, Gab laughing and choking on his food while Leo rubbed his face with a deep sigh. This was going to be a long night.

Emilia's cousin ran up to her squealing and holding her tight as her uncle smiled at the two. "Hello to you too~" She said as she hugged her back before going to hug her uncle tightly.

"It's nice to see my girl all dressed up. We've missed you." She smiled softly at them.

"I've missed you both too. So much." She said softly as they fell into soft conversation.

The last to arrive at the part were Hades, Hel and Hecate. They all came together, being important guests as they were the rulers of the Underworld. People bowed at them as they walked in, Hel giggling and greeting everyone while Hecate kept her veil on, shyly waving at people. Hades had a straight facce as he just nodded at everyone who passed by.

"Alright, I'll be talking to the King and Council. You two alright by yourselves." Hel nodded her head happily as Hecate just shyly nodded. "Okay, you know where to call me if you need me." He held onto Maria's leash, the hellhound happily trotting along as she looked at the new enviornment.

As Hades walked off Hecate and Hel went to Pluto. "Hey Pluto! How you doing~" Hel said as Hecate stood next to her waving at the man with a small smile.

"Awe! If it isn't my two favorite girls!" He cooed as he hugged them and they fell into casual conversation.

This was a night to remember!

Good food, drinks and family and friends together.

Enjoy your visit.~

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 1 year

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I just thought of a little prompt...Reader has been burnt out by Christmas/holidays/major event coming up and they just don't have that spirit any more. Loki, for one, doesn't celebrate the holiday but knows that it's one of your favorite things to do. So he tries to comfort or cheer you up and give you back your holiday cheer.

“On the Third Day of Christmas…”

Pairing: Loki x Reader Content Warning: some angst and mentions of family drama and chronic migraines Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: You’ve had it with the holidays, and you’re thankful they’re over. But there’s still a little room for cheer, if Loki has anything to say about it!

**Please reblog if you like it! Thank you!**

You’d always been plagued with migraines, but the holidays this year had made them worse.

Most years, those around the compound called you, Tony Stark’s secretary, “Sugar Plum Fairy” this time of year (no thanks to your boss, who started the whole tradition), because on December first you always came into the office early to paint the entire complex in a Winter Wonderland, and it was a guarantee no inch would be left uncovered in fake snow, candy cane patterns, or false evergreen boughs (Nat was allergic to the real thing).

Some of the Avengers looked forward to your high holiday spirit, like Steve Rogers, who always lent a helping hand in decorating, or Thor, who was always eager to “help” by taste-testing your gingerbread cookies. A few of the others, like Thor’s brother (and your secret crush) Loki, usually saw less merit in feasting with “the mortals” for one of their own celebrations.

This year, however, things were noticeably different. Not only were you going through a spell of intense migraine for the entire last week of November, but your home life had taken a massive dip and for once, you did not want to go home. Your folks were splitting up, you had a cousin who stole a sum in the “tens of thousands of dollars” range from your aunt and uncle who was desperate to try and get back into the family’s good graces.

It wasn’t even snowing, and it hadn’t so much as flurried all month. Snow was your favorite part of the season, so even Nature itself was skipping the festivities this year. You took that depressing fact as a sign.

Being one of the only family members with any sense, you’d been inundated with calls for the entirety of December, until finally on Christmas Eve, when your mother called you one final time, pleading for you to go home, you lost your mind and lashed out, all of your stress pouring out of your mouth in the form of rapid venomous barbs.

“Well, maybe you should have gone to therapy like EVERYONE insisted on back in July!” you groaned. “Maybe I don't want to celebrate at all this year. Didya ever think of that? Maybe I don’t have any happiness in me this year because of you and your damned melodrama, Mom!”

Angrily pressing the “hang up” icon on your phone as hard as you could (still less dramatic than slamming a handset down on a hook). You looked around you at the bare conference room, usually dressed to the nines in Christmas cheer. In that moment, thinking you were alone, you screamed in frustration, chucking your phone across the room.

You didn’t realize Loki had been standing in the doorway, and he used his godlike reflexes to snatch your phone out of midair as it went to sail past him, grabbing it as if it were a mosquito.

“Oh, it’s--” you said before clamming up, realizing the Avenger you were privately hoping would notice you one day was getting a little more of a show than you;d ever care to present.

“Is this yours, Sugar Plum?” he said, his voice low and calm, holding out the phone to you.

You gritted your teeth, feeling a little embarrassed. “Yes, thank you,” you mumbled, going for the phone, extending an expectant hand. Loki playfully yanked it out of range at the last second. “Look, if you;re trying to cheer me up, I appreciate it, but I’m really not in the head space…”

“We’ve all been wondering where the Christmas Queen was going to appear with sleigh bells and what have you,” he replied. “Alas, the night before, and there’s nary a garland to be seen?”

You looked down at your feet. “Not that it;s any of your business, but I’ve been reminded repeatedly this month that I have nothing whatsoever to celebrate. I may as well have no family. My head has been killing me, and the last grant was denied, so I didn’t get a raise this year, and frankly, I just wish it all would go away! Bah-FUCKING-Humbug!”

You were able to take advantage of Loki’s stunned silence at your rant to snatch your phone away from him and brush by.

“Oh, Y/N, if you aren’t happy, how can any of us be?” Loki muttered out of earshot, watching your backside as you walked away. “I may be a few days late, but something must be done for my lovely Sugar Plum…”

Three days later, and the festivities ended, with things going back to near-normalcy (aside from Clint being absent, having taken a more extended holiday leave to be with his family). Most of the others had a small gathering,inviting you of course, but you spent the day sleeping off another stress migraine and gently sipping at eggnog, knowing the alcohol would only mask the pain for a while (and possibly make it worse later on).

Full of relief, and still a little sorrow, you walked down the long hallway towards the common lounge space, where Loki had bid to come and deal with some issue he was being suspiciously vague about.

“At least we’re back to the same old beats around here,” you said bitterly, turning the corner and opening the door.

You lost your breath at the sight.

It looked as if Loki had torn down every tree in the Catskills and brought them into the lounge. Each one was decorated heavily, the tinsel dripping heavily from every branch to the point that it was difficult to see any green behind the silver and gold. Boxes wrapped in silver foil paper sat under the largest one. The room smelled of peppermint, and light, twinkling bells chimed from a stereo by the door leading to the veranda.

“Stark is going to have your ass for a hat for doing this without his permission,” you remarked.

“Let him, my arse would be an improvement to his looks,” he answered without missing a beat. You smiled meekly in spite of yourself, cautiously stepping into the room.

“You do realize you’re three days late,” you mentioned. “Christmas was on Sunday. It’s Tuesday, silly.”

Loki chuckled and gently took your hand, pulling you further into his masterwork. “If I recall correctly, the song says there are TWELVE days of Christmas, are there not? I’m afraid you’re the silly one tonight, Sugar Plum, for keeping your spirit inside this year, denying the rest of us the pleasure of your annual turn as the Ghost of Christmas Pleasures.”

You kind of liked that moniker, especially coming from Loki’s mouth. Were the situation better, you wouldn’t hesitate to show Loki exactly what kinds of “Christmas Pleasures” you could offer.

“I had too much weighing on me this year,” you admitted, looking around at the ostentatious sight before you. “I’m not sure why you allow it to worry you so much. My life isn’t important, nor is it as exciting as yours.”

“If I may be earnest with you, it’s because you are always the brightest smile in the room this time of year. I’ve…missed it. And I’ve missed you,” Loki admitted.

Your heart leapt behind your ribs, and it was almost painful feeling it hum so violently at a simple yet well-thought-out string of words. “Me? I’m Stark’s assistant,” you countered. “No one of particular consequence.”

“Please don’t debase yourself. It’s always been your beautiful heart that’s drawn me to you, and quite frankly, it hurts hearing your low opinion of yourself,” said Loki, taking you over to the window.

You felt yourself blush. Loki grinned. “See? There’s a little more holiday coloring in your cheek already!”

“I really don’t know what to say,” you said, looking out at the green field beyond the window.

“Oh, I nearly forgot the best part,” Loki said quietly, opening the door and gently leading you outside. You looked around, half expecting Thor to appear in a Santa costume, poorly acting out the role and misnaming the reindeer.

“I don’t see anything?”

Loki looked down at you with a tender look in his eye that warmed your soul and made goosebumps rise along your skin. “Well, Sugar Plum, what is this Yule time of year without the proper atmospheric conditions?”

Without another word, Loki flicked his wrist upward, a green spark shooting up into the gray canopy of clouds above your heads. You could see what appeared to be an emerald fireworks-like explosion from behind the lowest layer of cover, and a moment later, the air got colder, and thick, wet snow began floating down from the sky, quickly painting the green field in a delicate layer of white.

You let out a surprised whoop, looking up and finding a laugh of delight as you let out your hands, twirling around like a little girl seeing her first flurry.

You looked to your suitor, who looked delighted at your happiness and pleased with himself for coming up with the idea. “I worked on that for most of the month. I’ve never performed weather magic before. I was going to fill Steve’s room with ice as a Yuletide prank, but I thought, after seeing you in anguish the other night, that it would serve a better purpose.”

Loki touched your cheek as you turned to him. “I hope I could bring a little cheer to you, Sugar Plum, after you’ve brought it to me every other day of the year just by walking into a room.”

You tilted your head coyly. “Are you saying this is a ploy to impress me so that I may accept a New Year’s Eve dinner invitation from you?” you suggested.

Loki bit his lip, nodding. “That may have been an ulterior motive of mine…”

You rolled your eyes playfully, looking across the pristine, snowy field before you, saying a silent prayer in your head…

Thank you, Santa…

Please reblog if you like, I'm trying to get my readership up! Hope y'all approve of this little post-Christmas blurb. :)

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burning-omen · 10 months

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Loki Laufeyson x Royal! Gn!reader headcanons

(a/n: pretend I've posted more than once this year PLEASE! Also the request is over a year old at this point so uuuuhhhh)

Warning: mentions of stitches and blood, mention (1) of possible sex.

Requested by anonymous: Hey, I think you are taking requests atm? If you're not I'm very sorry, could I request being royalty and dating Loki would include headcanons, and gn reader maybe?

Your relationship with Loki was a secret.

Mostly because, as the current ruler of (kingdom), it was in your best interest to keep up a modest and disciplined appearance.

Dating a terrorist didn't exactly scream modest or disciplined.

recovered terrorist.

Well, with your current position, dating was completely off the table anyways so you might as well go all out.

You could have been dating the most normal, sainest person in the universe and they would have still called for your immediate removal.

Luckily, you and Loki could keep a secret

You met when he, very gracefully, crashed into the side of your castle. Having nearly broken your window, only to land- unconscious- on your balcony.

It was late, but as luck would have it, you were awake- reading of all things.

After calming your guards, who'd burst in upon hearing the massive collision, you went out to see what hit you.

When you saw the man you thought that he was an assassin, but the giant gash on his forehead (from hitting a massive, stone castle at 200 miles an hour) led you to think that the man was harmless- and probably going to die due the blood loss soon anyways.

You did eventually decide to bring him in, patching him up with a hand-me-down sewing kit and laying him in your bed.

He was enraged when he woke up, having been knocked out of the Bifrost by Thor roughhousing.

You didn't know who Thor was- or what a bifrost is- but the way he raved about his ‘moron of a brother’ made you laugh

He didn't stay long after that, letting himself rest in your bed and be dotted on by a sovereign (yes, he was royalty himself but being cared for by maids and servants just felt different, it felt static and practiced- you were different, your touches were elegant, but unknowledged in the act of serving- you were warm and caring- and still carried an air of hard earned superiority. It was odd), before leaving.

The next time you saw him was on the news years later, despite your family and your kingdom as a whole being old fashioned, you were still allowed some modern luxuries- like a television.

The knowledge that you'd rescued a god was rather jarring, but not as jarring as the fact that he was trying to take over the world.

Skipping ahead, the two of you met again over a decade later. For him, the time had passed like nothing, considering how long gods live, for you, that decade had dragged on longer than you could have ever predicted.

You met at a ball, despite being the current ruler for over a decade your parents, who were thoroughly retired, insisted that you'd still mingle with the lower lords and such.

After hours of small talk with various dukes and lords and princes, you met him again.

You talked, far longer than your parents had ever taught you to talk to a single person at a social gathering. You had other people to meet, other connections to make, yet you stayed with him.

The party ended in a blur, you were eventually pulled away from Loki to see the guest off.

By the time you got back to where you last saw him, he was gone.

A bit defeated, you returned to your room, the guards posted by your door wishing you a good night.

To your surprise, when you entered your bedroom- he was there, sitting at your desk, a book in hand and a gentle, yet focused look on his face.

“Lord Loki, what a surprise.”

“I don't think our conversation was quite finished yet, I figured you wouldn't mind me waiting here for you.”

Despite your last meeting being brief, the two of you were able to click together like old friends. Talking into the late hours of the night.

As you stood behind the dressing screen, tossing your royal party garnets- or “the itchy ones” as you so affectionately named them as a child, over the edge, running your mouth about all the current drama that has been accumulating within your court.

“Lord Isolles, the short man with the long, gray mustache, half of his children are illegitimate, born completely out of wedlock, and he's married too, their mothers are various other duchesses and princesses, I guess he's very popular with the older women in my court-”

Stepping from behind the dressing curtain, practically running for your wardrobe, quickly scavenging for something less uncomfortable to wear than your previous outfit, then running back.

“-I don't see what they see in him but 70 is a bit out of my age range.”

“You do know that I'm over a thousand years old, right?”

“Yes, but you're a god- so it's different.”

You did, eventually, end up in your bed (sexually or not is up to you).

In the morning, he was still there, his back facing you. Without much consideration, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer to your chest. You felt his stir for a bit before settling. One of his hands resting over yours.

He is a surprisingly heavy sleeper. Though, after a while of dating, you kinda figured out that it was a biological thing, considering the other asgardians you end up meeting, including his brother, who just confirmed what you already thought.

The two of you stroke each other's egos to the point that it's concerning.

He will kneel at your feet and praise you in your (empty) throne room as long as you are willing to do the same for him.

Matching crowns, jokingly calling him your consort until it stops being a joke, Loki purposefully getting captured by your guards just so he has to stand trial before you, being wildly inappropriate the entire time, you enjoyed it- of course you did, he was a bastard but he was a lovable and entertaining one.

You wanted to kill him afterward, but he was forgiven eventually.

“Various” lords and lady’s visit you only for it to just be Loki in disguise

He likes to think that it's his way of giving you a break on your busy days.

If you wear Asgardian style royal attire he absolutely swoons, actually, if you wear anything he gives you he’ll swoon. Be it a pendant or a full outfit.

Taking you to little Asgard to meet his brother, because despite everything he does love him.

Telling you about his mother and how much you would have loved each other.

Eventually moving into a bigger room to make space for him so he can stay with you permanently.

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 5 months

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Hi! I want to share what may be a controversial hot take with you, I don't know. But I would really like to know your opinion!

Is it just me, or should identity not be this much of an issue with characters who are gods? I mean, the MCU has Thor trapped in an endless loop of journeys of self-discovery. They have Loki trapped in an endless loop of self-sacrifice, now quite literally trapped. They have Sylvie moping around in bars and working at McDonald's, and they have Valkyrie cutting ribbons at ice cream parlor openings. Isn't all a little too mundane? I understand that they must feel a need to make these characters relatable to an extent, but to cut them down so low and make them so lowly that we're rolling our eyes and actually pitying them. Why?

These characters are gods! They should be embracing it, owning it, unapologetically! Thor should be king of Asgard by now! With Loki beside him, driving him crazy and keeping him on his toes, making wonderful chaos and mischief everywhere! Does Loki want power and a throne? So what if he does! He's a god! He is entitled to power and a throne! Whether anybody likes it or not, Loki IS the son of a king - TWO kings if you want to get technical - so why the F not? These characters should be wild and larger than life! Unmanageable and untamable. They should only be rising in power, not taking orders at Mickey D's or wearing ugly brown 3-piece suits getting pushed around by brainwashed mortals!

I just think the quest to humanize and normalize and make these characters relatable has completely ruined them. It took all the fun out. The wonder and magic is gone. The fantasy is gone. The escapism is gone. What do you think?

Hi honey! Sorry for the delay in answering.

I mostly agree with everything you say here. It's like they want these grand characters to be humanized so they can be relatable, but in order to do that they get rid of everything that makes them different from human characters so they all end up being pretty samey.

I do believe that the journey of discovery can be done with any character, be it the most powerful ones or the non-powered humans, but the journey should be completely different... just like the outcome. A human can strive to discover who they are and own it by ending up working as a barista at a cafe. But a god (or a goddess in this case) should not be waiting tables at a McDonald's in hers. You can still make her relatable while keeping her godlike status!

At the end of the day, if you want the non-powered characters and the OP ones to go through the same path and end up in the same spot then... what's the difference between them? If you change Sylvie's name and she's called Victoria and she's a 26-year-old human from Italy, does the story really change that much?

What I mean is those stories should be personalized to each character so that the journey only makes sense for that specific character, but instead all those stories are pretty standard to the point that they would fit a god, a regular hero and a dumb citizen.

It was very painful seeing Valkyrie doing TV commercials while New Asgard is a freaking tourist attraction. Was that really necessary? Showing the Asgardians as just regular people now who dress like humans, work like humans, and their King is a celebrity who announces drinks on TV? That's not making them relatable, that's ridiculing them.

I don't mind Thor not being King of (New) Asgard because he gave up the throne in TDW and I like the idea of him giving up that power after he saw what it did to Odin... but why can't we have a scene where he says just that? Where he explains it? We just see him giving it up and handing it over to Valkyrie like it doesn't matter to him and that's a big disservice to his character and the story throughout his trilogy.

Unfortunately, Marvel has been on a path of normalizing anything magic - just see what they did to the Mirror Dimension in NWH. It's just geometry! Nothing special about it! It's super dumb! Ugh. (I'm still mad about that, as you can see lol). It feels like lazy writing, not enough focus on characterization and world building and an obsession with meme-making that actively goes against the story 🤷‍♀️

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🎄Customer Service Kink (Tom/Loki X Female Reader)

Okay, this might qualify as another Winter Warmer but it might also be too late to add more to that collection! @lokisgoodgirl you tell me!!

So you can just take this as a stand-alone! This is a Tom/Loki mashup fanfic! This is also my first drabble-ish piece. I hope someone out there likes it! Ugh! Nervous.

It's EXPLICIT 🥵 so if you are too young for this please don't read it. Also since it's a Tom/Loki mashup I will go ahead and say...of course, I made this all up! This is not the real Tom Hiddleston, just the Tom of my imagination...sigh.

NOTE: For my non-American readers (just in case you don't have this ridiculous tradition), according to Wikipedia a white elephant party is "...a party game where amusing and impractical gifts are exchanged during festivities. The goal of a white elephant gift exchange is to entertain party-goers rather than to gain a genuinely valuable or highly sought-after item."

Summary: This year’s white elephant party gift is a little better than last year's DIY slushie cup…

🎄Customer Service Kink

December 2018

You opened the door, and he turned around, leaving the girl he was apparently fucking up against the wall-visibly distraught…to say the least.

“Hey!” she growled, pulling down her tight body con dress bashfully, and trying to fix her hair.

“That was incredibly rude to just stop like that,” she said, glaring at you both while storming off.

He had just been 100% involved with her. Now he was 100% staring in your direction. What was happening here? Fast words spilled out of your mouth.

“Oh god, sorry, I was actually just trying to find where the drinks were. I am going to leave now….” You began to back out of the room, but you knew who he was right away.

You couldn’t believe he would be someplace like this. His reputation for being such a "nice guy" seemed to be crumbling second by second as the scene you found yourself in unfolded.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said coldly, with a flat countenance that was unnerving. Prickly even.

He was right. You were not privy to Hollywood parties like this. You were here by accident, by chance. You were not dressed for the occasion either.

To start with, you still had your clothes still on.

You glanced nervously around the room you had haphazardly walked into. You had been separated from your friend earlier while trying to walk through a full-on naked EDM dance party.

Continuing to wander through the big mansion for what felt like hours, growing more and more alarmed at the activities going on had led you to this moment.

This room you’d stumbled upon was decorated in black, barely lit candles adorned side tables, smells of alcohol, cigarettes, and other illicit things filled the space so densely you could scarcely breathe.

You could barely think.

You could also smell his cologne as he closed the space between you. It smelled of blood oranges and his fancy car's leather interior.

These were the only things on his person, he was naked except for his rather expensive-looking blue cardigan you were certain was cashmere.

Why did he care that you had come into the room when he was fucking that girl? Everyone in this tiny room was fucking…everyone at this party was fucking or just about to-so why didn’t he just let you leave?

You were rattled. Where had your friend gone?

You looked around the room again, trying to shake his eye contact. You poked your head outside the room, looking for Emily, but she was still nowhere to be found. There were only the rapturous bodies around you, full of sweat and moans, which seemed stereotypical of what you’d guessed a Hollywood sex party would be like.

You laughed a little at the thought of how predictable humans could be. Except for this one staring you down. He didn't add up.

You finally spoke, defending yourself.

“I was invited,” you lied.

You weren’t invited. You and Emily had been gifted invites last night at your company's white elephant holiday party. In retrospect that now seemed like a sick joke. Whichever co-worker was behind this, was truly twisted!

He continued talking as you shifted on your heels.

“No, you were most certainly not invited, I would know. This is my friend’s party. It’s by invitation only,” he countered with a sharp inhalation that narrowed his already chiseled face.

You held your breath. Was he threatening you? Mr. Internet boyfriend? Mr. God of Chaos and kindness? You’d been wrestling with these Hollywood people for years, but their nerve never ceased to amaze you. You certainly could not tell him you got these invites at a white elephant party. He might not even know what that was, being British.

“Where’s your friend then?” he continued, running his long fingers across the outline of his sharp jaw.

“Perhaps somewhere else spying on celebrities too?”

Now he was just being an entitled asshole. That was enough.

“You know, for someone with a reputation for being “the nicest guy in Hollywood” you seem like a dick.” The irony was not lost on you that his huge, gorgeous dick was right in front of you. Maybe it was a slip-up that you called him a dick in your nervousness. He noticed you were looking at him. All of him. Your eyes hadn’t moved from him in fact. Shit. Shit. Shit.

His eyes now traveled up your body, holding every ounce of you. He stepped back some, perhaps to take even more of you in. His eyes narrowed.

“Something caught your eye?” he mumbled, biting his lip a little, changing his interrogation into something...else.

“I wasn’t looking at you!” you declared, feigning decency.

If you only had your goddamn phone, you could text Emily and get out of here, but it was locked away in some weird makeshift cloakroom manned by people who looked like they would have been more comfortable serving drinks on the lounge of a spaceship…

Maybe this was one of those weird moments that parallel the animal kingdom. You were just a random female who got in the way of this British bastard's mating ritual, and now since his first chick apparently slinked off, he was going to have you! Dear lord.

He didn’t wait for you to answer him or make any other decisions.

Suddenly he grabbed you by the arm and pulled you to the balcony. Using his free hand to unlatch the glass door and push you through with the other. He seemed to pirouette, gracefully maneuvering through bodies and the decomposing refuse of the evening. Discarded bras, boxer shorts, sex toys, lube, and fishnet stockings rolled up in little balls, all obstacles along his path, cleared with ease.

“Wait, wait, what are you doing??” You were frantic. Was he throwing you off the third floor into the LA night? His fiendish stare was growing more and more laced with intent.

“I think you talk too much,” he said once you were on the balcony. The chill of the night coursed over his primarily naked form. The tactile juxtaposition of his hard body with the soft cashmere of his cardigan was not lost on you. It was a mood.

The holiday decorations on the balcony flickered on and off. There was a goddamn Christmas tree out there too. Strands of silver tinsel were blowing in the wind that whipped through the ridiculous hills. But you could not take your eyes off his body, even as you tried to orient yourself to the scene.

Lithe and wiry yet entirely carnal. It was like he’d lived in his skin for a thousand years. Every moment a graceful execution of awareness and now seemingly an invitation…to know him.

“You are, um, masterful with your body, um….” you tried to compliment him in the middle of this chaos. You were scared, but there were worse things than being on a balcony of a mansion in the middle of the Hollywood hills trapped by this man. You’d been in similar sketchy situations, but none quite like this.

As if he was reading your mind, he breathily said, “This is what celebrities are. We are for public consumption. We are here for you.”

“You are?” you said, maybe a little confused. Was he mocking you, or was this perhaps some kind of kink?

Then you thought about it. He wasn’t entirely wrong, but maybe this "at your service" was his thing? Possibly he had a little customer service kink?

If that was the case, could you play the part of the customer?

A million thoughts raced through your head again. You dealt with stressful things all day, you could think your way out of this. You did take acting classes in college, after all...

You decided it was his kink. He was an actor. He sold his art for a living, so why not his body? This was it. You'd figured him out.

You tried to remember your college class, you got into a part by mostly letting go and focusing on every detail around you. So, you stilled your heart which was threatening to leave your chest, and breathed, accepting the invitation he was extending.

You fixed your gaze on him, and spoke, praying you got this right.

“I paid good money for this tonight, sir. 5,000 dollars better give me something extraordinary, this is my Christmas present after all.”

Maybe it was a stupid thing for you to say. Perhaps you’d read him wrong, but then he pulled you to him.

Bingo.

“I don’t have dissatisfied customers. Especially during the peak holiday shopping season,” he purred.

“What does the lady like?”

Good lord. You swallowed audibly. So, you two were on. This was happening.

Being honest wasn’t easy for you. Especially under pressure, but if you were ever going to get better at telling anyone-let alone a kinky impromptu celebrity lover, you better try.

The following things that unraveled out of your mouth next were a fever dream at best.

You stood up tall and commanding. The customer is always right.

“I want you to stop fucking around and stroke that big fat cock of yours,” you tried to keep from smiling as you demanded he comply with your orders.

His 'good guy' was showing slightly as he considered your request. A slight smile threatened to inch across his face.

He took a few breaths and then moved his large hands over his cock, stroking it lightly. Your eyes were glued to the veins in his hands. Were they popping out? They were, goddamn it. They were.

The careful way his fingers held his cock, he was savoring every touch.

Touching himself turned him on.

Christ. One of your kinks was his kink too. Your luck this evening was astounding.

You could remember no more words from him after that—just his immediate, unfettered approach. You both began to hurriedly undress you. He plopped you up on the railing. You looked over out into the night, was that a coyote you heard howling? It was so dark out there…

Noticing you were a little nervous about falling, he steadied you with one hand, while he removed your pants with the other. This was definitely not his first rodeo.

He moved closer, his free hand grasped your breasts, tugging. He was kissing you now, his lips on your neck. Sucking. Pulling your hair back to make sure he could kiss your ear, nipping on your lobes, his tongue moving inside. His lips found yours, and as his passion seemed to grow, his teeth clanked against yours. Clumsy but earnest.

He pulled your lower lip with his mouth, biting. Your eyes must have been closed because once you opened them, you saw he’d finally removed the cardigan sweater he was wearing.

He was completely naked now.

You weren’t fully undressed, but it seemed he didn’t want to waste more time before his face was between your legs. Panties pushed aside and his mouth molded to your sex in such a precise way you immediately wondered if this man did do this professionally.

His wild tongue now lapped at your core relentlessly. Your hands folded through his curls, pulling, hanging on for your life. One leg hitched on his shoulder while your bottom barely held its place on the rail.

Then without warning, he took both of his large hands and held your ass, pulling your sex deeper into his mouth. You were not able to keep your balance. He knew this. This cunning fuck. He knew what he was doing.

You collapsed on his body, and you both fell to the ground. You arched backward and prayed to God Emily had found some other random invitee to talk to. You prayed she had not come looking for you. His eyes, the most cerulean blue you’d ever seen, almost seemed filled with tears. Was he crying? Should you check in? Jesus. Why are rich people so complicated?

You thought about saying something but didn’t. You were already in this. You were going to keep going.

Sliding back from his wanting mouth, you dragged your obscenely wet sex along his obnoxiously taut stomach until you were close enough to grab his cock with your right hand. You lifted yourself up, maybe with a slight twinge of caution-you proceeded to rub the tip through your folds. The slip was insane, and it would only take a flick of your wrist until he was entirely sheathed. He perhaps felt your momentary caution, so he placed his hand over yours-guiding himself in. Christ!

You made a slight moan and a slight quiver as you shimmied down on him. His eyes were watching your every move.

This was his thing, rapt attention to detail. It was unnerving and very erotic, maybe the most erotic thing you’d ever experienced.

His eyes watched his cock disappear inside you. Once fully there, he didn’t seem able to keep up the bad boy act. He fully smiled, almost as if to say, “Are you going to be able to handle this?” He knew what he had.

You weren’t entirely sure. There was no room. He filled you completely. If you were leading the rest of this dance, you’d forgotten the steps, so he instinctively placed both of his hands on your hips.

“Move slowly. I have you,” he said, still watching.

Your face was blushing. A crimson hue spread and decorated your chest. This was too much. Did you sign an NDA? Were there going to be legal ramifications?

But you remembered what to do.

You remembered to breathe and feel. You fought another smile emerging as his hands moved from your hips to your hands. His fingers laced through yours, and his hips arched up, sending his cock deeper. Waves of sensation were threatening to overwhelm you. You could feel every part of him. You were tracking your shared euphoria as it grew. You both intensified your pace, and when he almost went too hard, he pulled himself back, slowing down-savoring you. Every move of his body was attentive and intelligent. He grabbed your breasts and brought them to his mouth, taking each nipple in delicate worship. Maybe he didn’t want this to end. You didn’t want this to end. Not tonight. Not this month. Not ever. Oh no, what was happening?

You suddenly felt something like...jealousy. You suddenly didn’t want to imagine him moving on to the next woman, man, or anyone.

He could tell you were somewhere else as you continued to move your hips, lost in your feelings. This time the tears were in your eyes. You were not part of the elite. Therefore, you didn’t go to sex parties. This wasn’t like you. You didn’t do casual so well.

“Hey…,” he whispered.

“Come back to me,” his hands found yours again, fingers intertwined again. He brought one of them to his lips and kissed it.

“Are you okay?” This time he stopped moving beneath you. He gently pulled you off him and sat you both up.

“I get it,” he said a little awkwardly.

“You might not,” you replied, trying to remain strong and reminding yourself you could have lovers. You had lovers. He was just such a good lover.

You put your hair behind your ear and looked at him as you sat inside his mammoth legs, staring at him. Passion still swirling in your body. The chilly wind found you both. He looked around, and with a long reach, he found his sweater and placed it around your shoulders. You smelled his cologne again. Blood oranges and leather interiors.

“I’m sorry. Did I just ruin everything?” you said, not looking at him.

“I did not expect to get emotional.”

He leaned in closer, making sure you were paying attention, holding your chin with one of his large hands.

“Me either,” he said.

“What, you are feeling emotional too?”

“I thought you saw me crying earlier?” he said coyly.

“Those were tears?”

“Jesus. Woman, yes, those were tears! Look, I’m not some callous fuck with no emotions. This was very emotional for me too.”

“But when I walked in the room, you were fucking someone else…so I assumed.”

"Yes, oh, that. I know. God. Why are things always like this?"

He rubbed his shoulders with his hands nervously as he tried to explain himself.

"You go to these events, or at least someone like me goes to these events because I can, and I leave half of myself back in my hotel room. You turn off so much, and I just couldn’t with you. Maybe because I haven’t had sex with a normie in a long time..."

"Wait, did you just call me a normie?"

“Well, aren’t you?”

"What is your definition of "normie"-If working a 9-5 job makes me a normie and not having a trust fund, then I guess I am."

Looking slightly offended, he countered, "That’s not what I meant!"

What came out of your mouth next surprised you both. A surge of clarity came over you.

"Maybe we should stop talking and just finish what we started."

He seemed to recognize that more discussion would likely lead you both into philosophical territory neither of you wanted to trek across at the moment. He looked at you. Eyes wide and beaming.

“I am still quite hard for you, my little normie darling.”

You aimed one of your balled fists, intending to hit him, but he intercepted and pulled your wrist sideways and down. He launched his body over yours, pinning both arms over your head. Stradling you now, with his cock on your stomach.

“As I said, I am determined to deliver 100% customer satisfaction.”

You sighed. Why not let him? It’s just an orgasm. It’s just another ten minutes or so with one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen, let alone had inside you.

"Okay."

"Okay, what, darling?" he teased, still holding your arms above your head.

"Okay, satisfy me," you relented.

"Satisfy you with what exactly, pet?"

"Your huge cock," you said, knowing this was likely also his kink. So why not oblige?

"My pleasure," he said, loosening one of your hands long enough to guide himself back inside you. You would be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit it was one of the most glorious feelings you’ve ever had.

You repeated a mantra in your head, “Just go with it. Just enjoy it. It’s Christmas.” He grabbed both of your hands again, this time pinning them harder. Once more, almost on cue, as if reading your mind, he said, "You’ve been a good girl."

You might have rolled your eyes a little as he proceeded to ruthlessly fuck you, his cock so expertly aligned for pleasure. He swirled his thumb across your clit. He pushed your legs up further along with your arms.

You were going to come hard, and he knew it. So was he. The vulnerability returned as you saw him getting closer. His movements become erratic. His pace in ruins. He didn’t pull out. He simply came inside you, sweet and resonant, filling you. You came shortly after, gasping for air, finally wringing your arms free so you could wrap them around him. Both out of breath, you exchanged glances. You were both too smart for role-playing, but it worked this time.

He looked like he was thinking something over, as you slowly moved to get dressed, understanding your time was running short either the party would consume him again or Emily would find you-both of those things hastened your final descent away from his warm body.

"How did you end up here normie?" he finally asked you.

"I don't think you'd believe me."

"Try me."

"White elephant gift. My stupid colleague put this under the tree at our holiday party. We didn't know what it was until we got here and surrendered our phones in that weird cloakroom. I think whoever gifted us the invites was trying to piss someone off here...you know two outsiders show up, throw off the scene...it's a classic."

"Well, it worked didn't it?" he laughed pulling his sweater over his naked body, which must be freezing by now.

"Yeah and no phones, so there's no way I'll ever be able to contact you, I can't possibly remember a British phone number anyway, arent' they like a hundred numbers or something?"

"You don't even know my name either, so no looking me up on Instagram mister," you laughed a little sadness punctuating your candor again. He was good. Really good. Probably at everything he did. Not just fucking normies.

"I have a pretty good memory if you want to try me, what's your name? Might as well tell me, since you were contraband tonight anyway. I'm sorry I gave you such a hard time earlier." he laughed and once again bore his eyes into your soul.

There seemed no harm in telling him, it's not like you would actually see him again.

"My name is Y/N," you squeaked out as you pulled your boots back on.

He smiled and opened the glass balcony doors for you both, leading you back into the chaos. He quickly put on his clothes while you tried not to look around.

"You aren't staying?" you wondered aloud.

"Right, I don't think so actually"

He was about to say something else when Emily walked into the room, cutting him off, and looking slightly horrified.

"Y/N where have you been! We need to get out of here!"

Emily then looked at him and then back at you, and looked at him again.

"You are...you are Tom Hiddleston...Loki," Emily mumbled barely able to make out words.

"Thanks for blowing my cover," his stern face returned momentarily.

"Oh Jesus, I'm sorry!" Emily looked even more horrified and looked around wondering if anyone heard her.

"Just kidding!" Tom said, smacking her arm lightly.

"Everyone knows everyone here, all good."

Emily looked at you again, then Tom again. Questions tumbled in her head.

"Do you two know one another?"

Tom looked at you, his blue eyes visible even in the dim sex party lights.

"We do," he said, smiling ear to ear.

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