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ronearoundblindly · 4 months

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Hi Ro! I have this idea eating a hole in my brain since it manifested. I feel like we see a lot of mafia! Steve and Bucky where the reader is one of their gf and the other is her bodyguard or something else of the sort (which I love) BUT…

Could you imagine a badass bodyguard reader? Like, she works to protect one of them and they don’t even sexualize her, but after seeing how well they work together and how dedicated and hard-working she is, they just hopelessly fall in love? Which launches mutual pining, but also both of them thinking it’s unrequited and her still just girlbossing away. Until some inciting inciting incident (TBD) which makes them super close to realize how they feel and then both of them needing a new bodyguard because now she’s the gf of a mafia boss.

I’d try and write it but I don’t have anywhere near as much talent as you and wouldn’t do it justice. Also, sorry if this adds to your 92747739 other WIPs

Alright. Full disclosure: I am not even remotely a fan of the mafia!fic, or mob!fic, or really any of the tropes that take a fundamental piece of a character out of the equation. To me, doing the right thing and using personal harm as a last resort are inextricable from Steve's personality--and is what we love about him.

[To be clear, I am not throwing shade on y'alls writing or reading preferences! Just telling you my take on it. You do you 😘]

His character lends itself to being a CEO, like in the It Had To Be You series, a military commander, or even president.

In that regard, I wonder if it would fall into the same vein of story to have Steve be running for some sort of 'office' but in a kind of dystopian country as the non-corrupt candidate who is in danger due to political/military pressures between opponents?

Say...maybe John Walker could be the smooth-talking but selfish alt runner? Bucky and Steve and Walker used to serve in the armed forces under an equally corrupt dictator figure...say, Ross, perhaps? Then Steve broke away--like the Nomad persona--until he emerged to run against Walker with a faction of the military's support.

So you're hired as part of Bucky's security team first, but since Bucky is with Steve so much, you're very recognizable to Steve. There could be a minor attack at a public event where you throw yourself in front of Bucky (who threw himself in front of Steve), and the real surprise to them is that you want to return without hesitation once recovered.

After a completely professional, stone-faced few months, Steve wins the election.

The night's celebrations go on till the wee hours; you keep a keen eye on your charges even though it's the first time either has seen you in a formal gown instead of a plain suit. When the results are actually announced on the TV, Steve is struck by seeing you smile and get emotional for the first time. It warms his heart to see you proud of him. It's a relief to know you don't just stick around as an employee. You actually believe in him and what he's doing.

fucking swoon

I'm not sure whether I'd write this as Stucky x reader or Steve with reader and Bucky as a friend, honestly, but I feel like after Steve (and maybe Bucky) turn in at their hotel room after all that partying, you're the guard at the door.

Steve debates inviting you inside because he's so curious to know more about you personally.

He opens the door, but you're not there. Sam Wilson is. He took over the shift so you could get out of your heels.

Steve makes up some shitty excuse to need your room number, fusses over going to talk to you alone, maybe says Bucky will come with him as protection instead (since at very least Buck is sus of Steve's interest).

You answer the door sans jewelry and shoes but with the dress still on. He can come in if he helps with the zipper and buttons down the back. For such big hands, his fingers are nimble as they work the delicate fastenings.

ope, swooned again

And then...ya know...this is all very tempting since the night has been charged with adrenaline and hope, so...yeah...

Steve goes in for a kiss and more.

🥴

Idk. Probably. Something like that. Is that close enough to mob/mafia? Not my wheelhouse so this is likely the best I can do...

Can y'all help me? You want stucky or just stevie?? Promise that the politics is more of a background thing, but it's the only scenario I could work with in their canon dynamic/personalities.

#ro answers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine

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autumnsdolls · 1 year

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Intro to Autumns Haunted Dolls :)

Hi, I'm Autumn! This is my blog about my haunted dolls. I've always been fascinated by the paranormal since I was a young girl. I would get what I call spirit dreams and a few times I've seen an apparition or two.

One of the Aparitions I had seen was of a native American man. I was having dreams about a Native American war battle between two tribes and when I woke up, I saw a native American warrior standing over my bed watching me. I was scared. I told my mom and dad, and they thought I had hallucinated.

Well, years later, a medium moved in next door and said the land we lived on was a native battle ground. I looked at her in shock, and she asked what? I told her my dreams from when I was a child. She said I had a gift.

Another time I had woken up around 3 am. I was a little older than what I was when i had those dreams about natives. I kept seeing a man walking/pacing in the hallway. I told my mom again, but she was like, "Oh...well...a man did commit suicide here, maybe it was him." I was like what??

My dad was a registered native because he had been born before the blood quantum laws. I have a small amount of Anishinabe blood, and when I told my native teacher at school about these dreams, she called me a dream walker. I grew up in a reconstruction program for kids, but it doesn't teach everything.

I honestly don't feel I am native enough nor schooled enough in the culture to know exactly what that means or how to practice it like a native would, so i renamed the dreams spirit dreams.

Now I know I haven't seen a ghost since I was a child, but I have always been fascinated by the paranormal. My dad was, too. We would watch ghost hunting shows together, and we would talk about the occult. He bought me a couple of dream catchers due to the nightmares I'd get from what I now know were actually spirits.

My dad died in the fall of 2019 with covid symptoms, but the official diagnosis was pneumonia. It was right before the pandemic had been declared. I had visitation dreams the next few nights until his funeral.

On his 1 year death anniversary in 2020, I lit a white candle in his memory. I didn't know this at the time, but it was a full moon outside. I was out of practice and out of the loop. I had held it for a few mins and thought of happy memories and how much I wanted to see him. Within 3 nights of lighting at the candle, I had a visitation dream, and we had a conversation about what it was like to die.

I started practicing witchcraft again after that experience and had this strong desire to work on spirit work and practice my sensitivities. A new friend of mine that I had met in the craft was also into the paranormal and got herself a haunted doll and thus started my new love and obsession over haunted objects.

Well, the haunted doll community was not kind to me. I ended up making alot of mistakes that ended up with me being tormented by a spirit for about a year. I won't talk about everything that happened because I am not wanting to relive that trauma, but on the plus side it eradicated my fear of demons that I didn't know I had because of growing up in a so called church. Does that mean I want demon dolls? Heck, no, but if I encounter one, I have an idea of how to deal with it.

Since then, though, I've met some no bullshit drama real leaders that I started learning from. My negative experience only led me to have a break to recover from it. Once I felt ready I started thrifting for dolls again, and I've been rebuilding my collection.

So welcome to my blog of haunted dolls and paranormal experiences. I may also reiterate what I've learned from others so that people do not make the same mistakes I did. It is not fun having an attachment torment you for a year.

I don't have much in the way of equipment for investigations. I use my gifts to the best of my ability, a pendulumn, and a custom-built spirit board. It is made with protective herbs like lavender and sandlewood. I use it with my pendulum to talk with the spirit dolls. Someday, I hope to be able to afford an EMF reader.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy reading the stories about my dolls and experiences :)

#haunted #haunted doll #paranormal #spirit work #spirit doll #paranormal experiences #witchcraft

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bbrandy2002 · 5 years

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Birth of an Heir... Part Two

Book: The Royal Heir

Liam x Riley

Part one

A/N: Turned into another total fluff piece, I'm becoming a softy 😕. I had one of my kids choose the baby's name of the ones given in the comments and @kingliam2019 was the winner.

Warning: Drake Walker has a potty mouth and will use profanity in the chapter, but, he's still lovable marshmallow all the same.

These characters belong to Pixelberry.

Birth of an Heir Part 2

Riley stands at the window of her third floor hospital room, observant of the overflowing press crowded below. It had been several hours since the birth of her son and well past midnight. Exhaustion had reached it's peak, yet, adrenaline and a newborn would keep her awake. Another news crew ascends into the mass influx of cameras, sateliites and curious, Cordonian bystanders. "Do they ever sleep?", she asks with astonishment, however, her question is met with silence. She turns, and instantly her heart melts from a simple, yet, poignant sight.

"You are hopeless, you know that right?", she says with a gentle smile.

Liam is sitting in a rocking chair, holding his first born child, whom seems to fit perfectly, like a small package in his arms. His thumb grazing the soft cheeks and his eyes focused, contently, on what he considers the second best thing to enter his life. With heavy eyes, he searches and memorizes every single line and detail, and takes to heart, every sound and breath this tiny creature makes. He is afraid to fall asleep, he cannot fathom for one moment the seperation that comes with it. This baby already has his father under a spell that is similar to the way his mother does.

Riley walks closer to him, still slowed by soreness and tenderness with each step. She shakes her head and playfully rolls her eyes, "Liam, did you hear what I said?"

He looks up to her, "I'm sorry dear, did you need something?".

She bites her bottom lip before lightly rubbing her hand up and down his arm, "I said you're hopeless....you know I have to hold him more than just when feeding him, right?".

Liam nods his head and speaks with a teasing whisper, "We'll see about that", as he gives her a quick wink.

Riley sighs, "yep.....hopeless", then leans in to a soft kiss.

She removes her robe, kicks off her slippers, then lowers herself steadily onto her hospital bed. After pulling the sheet over her tired and worn body, out of habit, she rolls to her left side. Riley wants to drift off, but, the events of the day are flourishing in her thoughts. Suddenly, like a vision of sorts, one that is always present in her mind, a familiar story begins to play......

A flash of bright blue that meets her soft brown. An instant spark, a physical attraction, a moment when two lost souls find one another. A beginning.

"Sorry I'm late. Thank you for your patience, Miss...?"

The first time the heat of his lips devoured hers after an impromtu private tour of the Statue of Liberty.

"You're full of surprises aren't you?"

"I try"

"I'm glad to have met you Riley, I'll never forget this night".

A chance of a lifetime, when fate opened a door and offered her an opportunity.

"You want to sponsor me? Why?".

"I'm not doing it just for you, I saw how Liam looked at you last night. I've never seen him so happy...".

The first time he swept her off her feet, literally....the moment her heart felt more than just an attraction, but, the start of a love affair. A waltz to remember.

"I dont....I'm not sure I know the steps."

"Just follow my lead".

Like something out of a fairy tale, darkness surrounded by small, white lights and the shimmer of the moon. Closed off from the rest of the world, it would become a place where memories are made.

"We made it....the center of the maze..and I do believe I won".

"How do you figure that?".

"Easy, I'm on top".

"Hard to argue with that".

"Then don't"

"Something about you...it just feels...right to be around you".

"Liam, I feel the same way".

An exhilerating jump, involving total trust in one another.

"It's said that if two lovers climb to the top of the waterfall and jump in together, they'll get the blessings of the water".

A warm, spring day, filled with pink blossoms and the aroma of freshly baked pies. When she became a queen for the first time and the apple of his eye.

"Meeting you in New York was one of the best things that ever happened to me. You changed my life".

A country soiree, a swing decorated with flowers. He was giddy, playful and childlike.

"...I want you to know, I can't wait for the coronation".

"I can't wait either".

The simple, yet, perfect candlelit dinner, when he opened up to her and shared his biggest dream.

"Maybe this is sentimental, but, its been on my mind lately.....What I really want is to have a family...and not the type most kings have, but, one where we're close and listen to each other....".

The night the stars glistened in the sky above her, three words that rained down and changed everything. A merging of pleasure and senses like never before. The most beautiful , endearing intertwining of bodies and demonstration of devotion ever.

"I've never said this before, but, its more true than my own name. Which is all to say...Riley...I love you".

"Liam, I've been madly in love with you since the day we met...".

"I love you and I want you".

"Then take me, Liam".

And after a period of turmoil, secrecy , and undeserved scrutiny, when she realized air doesn't exist without Liam....she doesn't exist without Liam....they came full circle.

"Riley...all that I want in this life is to dedicate my life to being the best man and king that I can be...for you...Lady Riley Brooks, queen of my heart, I have yearned to say these four words for a very, very long time...Will you marry me?".

"Yes...a thousand times...yes".

When happily ever after truly began....

"I promise to love you, honor you and cherish you. To support you, fight for you and inspire you....as you have always done for me....No matter what the future holds for us, I know that together is where we're meant to be".

A warmth overcomes her body and the corner of her lips curl. She opens her eyes again and peaks once more at the two most sacred things in her life. One is her soulmate, her king, her love; the other is their finest masterpiece.

A faint cry echo's through the calmness of the darkened room. Liam gently lifts the baby to his chest, its head nuzzled securely into his neck. He places one hand on its bottom and the other lightly presses soft chubby cheeks closer to him. He leans forward, planting a lingering kiss through a blue cap, covering fine, peach fuzz hairs. Liam senses her stare and glances up. A faint smile emerges, that not a human in Cordonia could wipe away. With a low, raspy voice, he utters, "I love you".

Those words always send a chill down her spine, however, the emotion and pride in his voice this time, causes her to shed a tear, "I love you, too".

Her body gives way to sleep, assured that her two boys will keep one another company until she wakes.

************

Eyes slowly flutter open and Riley recognizes the presence of early dawn's light. She lifts her stiffened neck to see Liam laying in a small bed near the window; when you're the King, the hospital ensures you continue to sleep like royalty. Next to his bed, he had slid the baby's cot next to him.

She rubbed her eyes, trying to fully awaken. After getting out of her bed, she slips her shoes back on and treks to her infants side. Liam actually fell asleep with his hand in the cot, so Riley picks it up and moves it, placing it on his chest, -Hopeless.

She then lifts her wiggling bundle up and carries him back to her bed.

Lowering her gown down, the baby latches on after a few tries, suckling with tiny fingers gripped to her breast.

Riley watches in awe and amazement, as the most precious bond in the world takes shape. His little eyes twinkle and he is full of energy. She chuckles at his arm movements and how he seems to be devouring his breakfast.

She smiles at him, then tilts her head; she couldn't tell last night, but, relishes in the fact that he definately looks every bit like her husband.

There is a tap at the door and Riley gives permission for them to enter. The first thing she sees is a cascade of balloons and a large stuffed teddy bear, followed by the always gleeful, Maxwell. Trailing behind him, a seemingly recovered Hana, and weary eyed, Drake.

Once Hana slaps a few balloons from her face, she makes her way over to Riley's bedside. "Oh my goodness...Riles, he's so small and handsome".

After Drake gets caught up in the balloons as well and Maxwell runs into him a few times with the stuffed bear, he gets another glance at his namesake. Realizing she is breastfeeding, his face begins to blush, he stammers and fidgets. "Um...um...yeah...I'm just going to...um...look at this wall...that's some fine craftsmanship...this wall". He starts knocking on the wall as if he is checking the quality of its structure.

Maxwell laughs, "Augh, come on Drake, its just boobies....besides, the kids head is blocking the good stuff."

Hana and Riley look at each other, both chuckling at the two men.

Riley notices that Bertrand was not with them and asks Maxwell if he plans to visit.

Maxwell and Hana look at each other and snorted out in laughter.

Confused, "What's so funny guys...what am I missing?", she asks.

Drake still facing the wall, himself amused by the answer to her question, can't help but chime in, "Let just say, ol' Bertrand....", he starts laughing again, "Bertrand....". Drake can"t get the words out before he starts snickering even harder.

Annoyed by all the laughing, Riley threatens to kick all of them out unless they tell her what is so funny.

All three make attempts, however, are still struggling; they have tears running down their cheeks and faces that are bright red.

"That's it...out", Riley finally tells them.

Drake is able to compose himself, taking in deep breaths, "Okay, so...last night at the shower...everyone got...well..got sick from Maxwell's fucking punch as you know", he continues with some difficulty in spitting the words out.

Maxwell wipes a tear from his eye, "Let's just say, Bertrand had to call someone about the mess Madeleine made off the balcony last night".

Riley's grimaces, "Okay. I don't even want to know".

Hana asks if the baby has a name yet.

She looks down at her son, who has finished his feeding and covers herself back up. Riley adjusts the baby into a more comfortable position and looks up with a smile. "I would like to introduce you to the new Crown Prince of Cordonia...Nikolas Drake Beaumont Lee".

All three are touched as she explains how important each one of them are to her and Liam, and hopes the baby carries a little pieces of his namessake. After a short visit, her friends leave, Maxwell promising to return later with junk food and booze.

Shortly after, Liam stirs, surprised she didn't wake him up.

He shuffles to her bedside, kissing her tenderly. Liam searches her eyes, cupping her cheek, "I just want you to know, you are the most incredible woman I have ever met. You have always amazed me, but, I will never be able to thank you enough for making all of my dreams come true".

He has a way with words, always has, she thinks to herself. She gets a mischievous smile, "I know a way that you can start thanking me".

He raises an eyebrow, intriqued, "Anything for my queen".

She lifts the baby up and gently places him in Liam's loving arms, "He needs a diaper change".

@ao719 @carabeth @emceesynonymroll @romanticatheart-posts @kimmiedoo5 @ladyangel70 @polishchoicesfan @zorjasblog @burnsoslow

#choices trr #the royal heir #trh #choices trh #liam x mc #liam x riley #maxwell beaumont #trr drake #trr fanfic #trr liam #trr #the royal romance #drake walker

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thorvaenn · 7 years

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Hey! I'm recent to the fandom and wanted to know if there's a MUST READ list anywhere or any really good gems that are unmissable. I've already went thought cavaleira's (almost) whole AO3 account and am still recovering from 'Take the Long Way Home' (like, how soon is too soon for a re-read?). Also, awesome blog :)

Hi!

So I bring you a mix of genres and there’s both canon and AU fics, basically what I feel really captures the experience of this fandom as I know it. Take the Long Way Home would be very high on that list so you’re already covered there, just linking for other readers.

Note: 1) Unless I absolutely couldn’t help it, it’s one fic per author but on this list there are MANY very prolific, very talented authors. Please check out their other works too. 2) Some of these are current or even abandoned WIPs. Some stuff is just too good even without an ending.

First you have the list of just titles and authors, then under the cut the same list but with summaries included because this is just so long.

Spoils of War by Fickle_Obsessions

A Brother’s Treason by dreamlittleyo

To Be the Anvil by Schaudwen

Faceless by thefirstwhokneels

The Old Ways by Clarice Chiara Sorcha (claricechiarasorcha)

Cavemen Thor and Loki by Icemaidenstory

Let slip the dogs of war by amberfox17

The Northern Sea by soltian

The Ice (and Mistakes and Accidents series) by themantlingdark

Good Inside by glayish

As if he were the Sun by ohfreckle

Waiting for the Moon to Rise by cavaleira

Wild Ambition Fortune’s Ice Prefers by amberfox17

Dead wings carried like a paper kite by illwynd

Mad Man by griseldajane

Make It Go Away, Or Make It Better by rayemars

Easily by proantagonist

God of Lies by izazov

Shadow in the Sun by shadow_in_the_shade

Something so Magic by thisdorkyficthing

You Pull Me Out of Line (Make Me Beg and Make Me Chase) by sexualthorientation (sexyscholar)

Where Shadows Lie by eyeus

A Poison that Never Stung by thisdorkyficthing

down to just one thing by helwolves

Dog inside the heart by thebookhunter

Wergeld by rayemars

In Your Heart Believe What In My Heart I Know by umakoo

Out of the Mouths of Babes by Rynfinity

Look To The Sky by karuvapatta

Number One Contender For My Heart by guardianinthesky

Facing the Vast by needleyecandy

Crash Into Me by ravenbringslight

Putting Out Fire by Hermaline75

Spoils of War by Fickle_Obsessions

A Jotunheim born-and-raised Loki becomes Thor’s prize after a war with the frost giants. Thor is thoroughly smitten, which unfortunately means he’s not too keen to take the slow route. No, the path Thor take has a lot more hair pulling and it’s Loki doing the pulling.

A Brother’s Treason by dreamlittleyo

Thor can tell, by the barely discernible narrowing of Loki’s eyes, that his brother is surprised to see him.

To Be the Anvil by Schaudwen

There is little Loki would deny Thor when his brother comes to him with less than innocent intentions.

Faceless by thefirstwhokneels

There is a special tavern in Asgard where, in complete anonymity, anyone can have their desire granted.Both Thor and Loki share the passion for what the tavern provides - it is only that they don’t know it of each other…

The Old Ways by Clarice Chiara Sorcha (claricechiarasorcha)

Based on a Norsekink prompt in which Thor and Loki get fake-married to avoid a diplomatic incident in the outlands of wild Álfheimr. Except they got real-married. And they’re going to find out the hard way.

Cavemen Thor and Loki by Icemaidenstory

Thor’s tribe destroys another tribe because they couldn’t agree about their territories. Loki, a son of the leader of that tribe, survives, but he gets captured and enslaved.

Let slip the dogs of war by amberfox17

Loki is too far gone, and barely seems able to hear him. The air hums with the charge of his seidr, bottling up inside him, unable to escape so long as he is bound within the enchanted cuffs, and the beast in him is still battle-hungry and furious. He requires release, and since he is not safe to be set free, Thor has only one other kind to offer him.Thor/Loki PWP, in a world where mages must be kept chained and their magic bound: Loki is Thor’s dog of war, unleashed only in the most terrible of battles, and now Thor must deal with the aftermath of setting Loki’s seidr loose.

The Northern Sea by soltian

Lost and freezing in the middle of the ocean, Loki encounters an intriguing and dangerous stranger that seems more likely to make things worse rather than better.

The Ice (and Mistakes and Accidents series) by themantlingdark

They’re twins. Fraternal, obviously. Thor is nine minutes older.

Good Inside by glayish

“Is this supposed to shame me, Thor? I thought you could do better. But I should have known.” Loki bares his teeth and when he speaks into Thor’s ear he makes sure his words bite.

“There’s not enough good in you to take the bad out of me.”

As if he were the Sun by ohfreckle

Thor is a Russian nobleman and Loki is his spoiled rotten consort who’s drenched in jewels and furs and is constantly whispering conspiracies and scandal into Thor’s ear.

Waiting for the Moon to Rise by cavaleira

As the newly crowned king of Asgard, Thor’s life is filled with stress as he as he navigates political intrigue and struggles to figure out what kind of king he wants to be. Desperately in need of a night of relaxation, he finds himself at a brothel he used to frequent in his youth. It’s there that Thor spends an evening in the arms of beautiful courtesan named Loki, and his whole world changes in ways he never could have imagined.

Wild Ambition Fortune’s Ice Prefers by amberfox17

When Thor went storming into Jotunheim he was looking to start a fight, but accidently winds up a pawn in Odin and Laufey’s plans for a permanent peace between the realms; namely, in exchange for the return of the Casket of Ancient Winters, Laufey is offering his firstborn child Loki, the Aesir-sized sorcerer, in marriage to Thor. Such a momentous decision is not to be taken lightly, so Odin sends Thor to live on Jotunheim - without Mjolnir - for a season with Loki, to get to know his prospective consort and to teach the wilful prince some diplomatic sense. Thor is horrified, his parents are insistent and no-one really knows what Loki is thinking, but he hasn’t stopped smiling…Or, a jotun AU arranged marriage worldbuilding fic, featuring a confused Thor, a manipulative bastard Loki, Jotunheim politics, a slow burn developing relationship and a motley arrangement of characters from Marvel and myth.

Dead wings carried like a paper kite by illwynd

In the heat of battle, Loki kills his brother. As soon as Thor lies dead at his feet, though, he realizes this is not what he wanted. So he brings Thor back, and surely all is well again. Right?

Mad Man by griseldajane

When Loki discovers that Thor has seemingly vanished from the nine realms, he uses all the tricks at his disposal to find his missing brother, including teaming up with the Avengers.

In the meantime, Thor is pushed past his breaking point and may have forever lost his way.

Make It Go Away, Or Make It Better by rayemars

It was a normal summer vacation until Thor spotted Loki in his bedroom when his cousin thought he was alone. Then it turned into something else completely; something that upends more than a few family secrets, and changes quite a few things for them both.

Easily by proantagonist

It’s not until Jane dies that Loki finally comes to Thor.

God of Lies by izazov

There are lines no one in Asgard should cross. Not even Asgard’s two princes.

Shadow in the Sun by shadow_in_the_shade

The year is 14 AD, Thor is a Gladiator in the Roman Colosseum, a captive from the wars against Germany, Loki is a Roman Nobleman, or something that looks a lot like it and everything Thor hates. When Loki sees Thor in the arena he knows he has to have him.

Something so Magic by thisdorkyficthing

First the scars, now this. And he bakes. All while looking the way he does.

Loki is dangerously intrigued by Thor.

You Pull Me Out of Line (Make Me Beg and Make Me Chase) by sexualthorientation (sexyscholar)

Thor, a Roman general in the Emperor’s army, becomes infatuated with Loki, a young pleasure slave. Smut ensues. Naturally.

Where Shadows Lie by eyeus

“We could call the enemy ‘Walkers’,” offers Bruce. “Like they do on The Walking Dead.”

Thor thinks they should be called Shamblers or Stumblers instead, but keeps his silence. His teammates might take offense to their iconic television show being referred to as The Stumbling Dead.

A Poison that Never Stung by thisdorkyficthing

Loki is a seventeen year old runaway that gets taken in by Thor. (Thor’s probably gonna regret it)

down to just one thing by helwolves

“Mother always said, the fastest way to a man’s heart is through an unbreakable curse of mysterious origin.”

Dog inside the heart by thebookhunter

Thor and Loki are the children of a dynasty of great actors. Their mother Frigga is a grande dame of the stage and muse of the finest European movie directors, their father Odin is going down in history as the Lawrence Olivier of his time.

Thor and Loki are following on their steps, with everything to prove, to themselves and to the world.

But as they become dragged under the public eye, so does their past, full of secrets and lies.

There are things that not even Thor can protect Loki from.

Wergeld by rayemars

It was springtime, and Thor had taken his men war-faring to seek goods for themselves; but raiding a foreign temple brought him far more than he’d ever imagined–in either goods or trouble.

In Your Heart Believe What In My Heart I Know by umakoo

A Jötunn AU set in Utgård where both Thor and Loki are Jötnar, Thor a blacksmith and Loki the jarl’s youngest son. Their lives become intertwined through friendship, which time shapes into something deeper.

Out of the Mouths of Babes by Rynfinity

“He’s my brother,” Thor says with a shrug. “I don’t expect you to understand.”

He doesn’t. He doesn’t understand any of it himself, after all.

Look To The Sky by karuvapatta

Most of his pleasant daydreams started like this: Asgard in ruins at his feet. And yet Loki felt very little satisfaction as he stepped over the wreckage.

Number One Contender For My Heart by guardianinthesky

Loki has never been into sports, but one day Amora drags him to a pro wrestling event, promising him lots of hot, sweaty guys. He finds himself less than impressed until a particular wrestler named Thor shows up.

Facing the Vast by needleyecandy

England has just declared war on Napoleon, Naval captains are winning their laurels on a daily basis, and Thor’s ship is ordered to the South Seas to seek out a lost scientific vessel. It is an assignment for an old man, but the Admiralty will hear no reason. All hope of glory lost, he takes to sea in a foul temper.

Loki is an artist employed by the naturalist who accompanies HMS Hope on the expedition of rescue and research. He is to make quick and accurate sketches of those plants that catch his employer’s eye. For the first time in his life, the rest of his time is his own.

Back home, their paths never would have crossed, but life at sea is different, and their shared journey brings many kinds of discovery.

Crash Into Me by ravenbringslight

Thor moves back into his childhood home to take care of Odin in his final months. Putting up with the old man’s moods and taking care of his failing body is stressful enough - and then Thor meets Loki.

Loki is the son of Odin’s neighbor and he pushes himself into Thor’s life with all the dogged determination of youth and the subtlety of an avalanche.

He’s the prettiest thing Thor has ever seen. He’s also 16.

Thor is fucked.

Putting Out Fire by Hermaline75

Life as a shifter has many problems. Like fires. And being adopted by a fire fighter, your ideal man, who unfortunately believes that you’re an ordinary cat…

#thorki #fic reblog #yessss nghhh i was planning to do this so thanks for asking and kicking my butt to do it finally #pawesomecatking #dunaasks #fic rec post

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