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MCU The Avengers - How did the fandom came to believe Loki was tortured by Thanos? (aka when God, Saint Paul and Dante seem to say the same thing)

Everyone has probably heard how there are people who say that, after falling into the Void at the end of “Thor”, Loki was tortured by Thanos and then sent to Earth. Of course every time this story comes up there’s a debate because this is not explicitly shown and some say it’s just a theory (word of Dante), some say someone involved with the work said so (word of Saint Paul) and some says the creators, be it Marvel or Joss Whedon or another director/scriptwriter said so (word of God).

Well, the truth is a collective chat about the three.

But first...

SOURCES MENTIONED:

Movies: “The Avengers” (2012), “Guardians of the Galaxy” (2014), “Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2″ (2017), “Avengers: Infinity War”

Series: “Loki” (2021)

Comics: None mentioned

Direct-to-video animated film: None mentioned

Motion comics: None mentioned

Books: “The art of The Avengers” (2012)

Novels: “Marvel Cinematic Universe Phase One: The Avengers” (2015)

Webs: The official Marvel web

Others: Interview: “‘Thor: The Dark World’: Tom Hiddleston on boom times for evildoers”, Interview: “Tom Hiddleston - live on stage Q&A: Popcorn Tax.i October 8, 2013, Event Cinemas George Street, Sydney”, Interview: “Tom Hiddleston THE AVENGERS Set Visit Interview”, Interview: “Joss Whedon told Comic-Con the question he doesn’t want us to ask ever again”, Interview: ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ director explains why a major death had to happen so early in the movie, Script: “The Avengers”, Interview: Secrets Revealed in Joss Whedon’s Avengers DVD Commentary

Let’s start with...

WORD OF DANTE (aka fancanons)

Undoubtedly fans noticed some suspicious things in Loki which has brought them to draw certain conclusions.

1) At the end of “Thor”, when he control Selvig, his face seems to be bruised, as if he had been beaten. It’s easy for fans to assume if he seems to be beaten maybe... well, he was?

2) When he arrives, in “The Avengers”, in some scenes he seems unsteady on his feet and in poor shape as if he’d been beaten and, in one scene, he seems unable to stand straight. Same as above, Loki will prove through the movie he’s very resistant. If something made him unsteady on his feet... well, this can mean someone beaten him.

3) The Other threatens him and keeps him under surveillance, as if he’s controlling him somehow, both during the movie and in a deleted scene, which seems to imply Loki is working under coercion more than willingly.

THE OTHER: You will have your war, Asgardian. If you fail, if the Tesseract is kept from us, there will be no realm, no barren moon, no crevice where he can’t find you. You think you know pain? He will make you long for something as sweet as pain. [The Avengers]

4) Some wondered if Loki could have ended up being possessed as well by the sceptre as the sceptre could control minds.

5) Some noticed how Loki’s eyes appear as blue in “The Avengers”, a characteristic of the possessed guys, while in “Thor” they seem to be green was a hint Loki was possessed, same as Selvig and Barton.

6) Some wondered if Thanos might have tortured him to force him to cooperate as Thanos is known for having tortured people working under him. We saw him torturing Nebula in both “Avengers: Infinity War” and “Avengers: Endgame” and we also have those bits:

Gamora: He’s not my father. When Thanos took my home world, he killed my parents in front of me. He tortured me, turned me into a weapon. [Guardians of the Galaxy]

Nebula: You were the one who wanted to win. And I just wanted a sister! You were all I had. But you were the one who needed to win. Thanos pulled my eye from my head… and my brain from my skull… and my arm from my body… because of you. [Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2]

Gamora: All my life, I dreamed of a day... a moment when you would get what you deserved. And I was always so disappointed. But now... you kill and torture... and you call it mercy. The universe has judged you. You asked it for a prize, and it told you no. You failed. And do you wanna know why? Because you love nothing. No one. [Avengers: Infinity War]

7) Others assumed that, if Thanos didn’t do it personally, another of his children could have done it for him. We saw Ebony Maw torturing Stange in order to get the stone for Thanos.

Ebony Maw: You’ll only wish you were dead. [Avengers: Infinity War]

8) Since Thanos was willing to kill Rohan should he fail to bring back to him the orb, Thanos would have killed Loki if he hadn’t brought back the Tesseract so Loki was working for him under coercion.

Thanos: I shall honour our agreement, Kree. If you bring me the Orb. But return to me again empty-handed... ...and I will bathe the stairways in your blood. [Guardians of the Galaxy]

Ebony Maw: In all the time I’ve served Thanos, I’ve never failed him. If I were to reach our rendezvous on Titan with the Time Stone still attached to your vaguely irritating person, there would be... judgement. [Avengers: Infinity War]

9) Loki’s willing cooperation wasn’t needed if Thanos had the feeling Loki could do it. He had blackmailed Gamora into giving him the location of the soul stone and he had killed Tivan to get the reality stone.

World of Dante is, as usual, very charming but if not supported by anything else it can’t ascend to canon. This doesn’t mean it’s false unless Word of God ends up stating the opposite, but this doesn’t mean it’s true either. Just possible but unproved.

So is there someone else that’s a little stronger than fan theories?

Enter...

WORD OF SAINT PAUL (aka what Tom Hiddleston says)

For start that he has blue eyes and, from the way he speak, apparently he was never made wear green eye contacts.

Loki is a sexy villain, but that’s not part of his ambition, is it? He doesn’t seem to be interested in love or sex but he has this sexuality about him, maybe it’s his lust for power. What do you think of Loki as a sexy beast? [Laughs] That’s the first time anyone has ever used that phrase about Loki. It’s fascinating isn’t it? I don’t know because it’s not a part of the conscious construction. I take relish in playing him. I think there’s a physical self-possession about him, a self-acceptance. Of course I’ve been very exacting about his physicality. You know, I was born with very blonde, curly hair, and a mixture of Scottish and English genes, and my complexion is very ruddy and healthy. In making him with this raven black hair and blanching my face of all colour, it changes my features. Suddenly my blue eyes look a lot bluer, which lends a severity to my face. And even my own smile has a distorted menace to it. Whatever comes through me naturally is distorted. It’s almost like a filter on a light. [‘Thor: The Dark World’: Tom Hiddleston on boom times for evildoers]

This disproves Fan theory point number 5. You might have noticed though that the theory about Loki being possessed by the sceptre is point 4. You’ll see later why I hadn’t placed those two points together.

And now let’s see what he has to say about what happened between “Thor” and “The Avengers.

In your opinion, what happen to Loki when he fell in to the void? Like, what did he experienced? HIDDLESTON: “You mean at the end of Thor?” “Yeah.” HIDDLESTON: “I think he went like with everything else to… Joss Whedon and I discussed it, to a sort of… hum… as… It was like the worst place imaginable. I think, he went to sort of all of the darkest recesses of the Universe, you know. I’m sure he had a brush with… with... with... several brushes with death. I think he ran into the shadiest characters you can find in the Nine Realms. I think he had to rely on his wits to protect himself. Hum… It was really, really, really unpleasant, I think. Umm… and all I have to, you know, I don’t have any frame of reference for that, really, except for imagining what it might be like to be… I don’t know, to be kidnapped by sort of a terrorist cell or something. And have to survive very very frightening and precarious existence. But whatever it was, it was important when Loki came back for the Avengers. Whatever compassion he had left, was absolutely kind a shrivelled to a minimum. Because of the experience he had. Harrowing, I think, and scarring for life. In a way that Odin and Thor, and Frigga find very, very difficult to understand. It’s a good question. Happy Birthday.” [Tom Hiddleston - live on stage Q&A: Popcorn Tax.i October 8, 2013, Event Cinemas George Street, Sydney]

How different is Loki in this film when compared to how he is in Thor? I think that he comes into his own power at the end of Thor. Is he just very angry and bitter in this film? HIDDLESTON: Well, what can I say here? I swear to you that in that building over there, there are sniper rifles. [laughs] I think that what was interesting about the journey of Loki in Thor is that he went from second string and damaged prints to being the God of mischief and God of evil. I think somewhere between the end of Thor and the beginning of The Avengers, Loki has been to the Marvel equivalent of the 7th circle of hell. At the end of Thor you see him let go. He lets go of the spear, he lets go of Asgard, and he lets go of the need of his brother and father’s affection and approval. He has bigger plans now. [Tom Hiddleston THE AVENGERS Set Visit Interview]

HIDDLESTON: “At the end of Thor, Loki lets go of that spear and falls into a wormhole,” Hiddleston said. “And the question in the audience’s mind, one hopes, is what happens to Loki in that moment? And in the time between the end of Thor and the beginning of The Avengers, Loki has explored the shadowy highways and byways of the universe – and he’s met some terrible, terrible people and probably has some awful experiences, which he has survived and overcome. So by the time he arrives in The Avengers, he knows the extents of his power – and he’s unafraid to use it. And more importantly, he’s unafraid to enjoy it.” [The Art of The Avengers]

There’s actually more but I think I’ll stop here.

Overall Tom Hiddleston seems to be a big supporter of something terrible happening to Loki, something equivalent to being ‘to the Marvel equivalent of the 7th circle of hell’* evidently at the hands of someone, the ‘shadiest characters you can find in the Nine Realms’, ‘some terrible, terrible people’.

Basically he says ‘I don’t have any frame of reference for that, really, except for imagining what it might be like to be… I don’t know, to be kidnapped by sort of a terrorist cell or something. And have to survive very very frightening and precarious existence.’

[*7th circle of hell: For who’s curious the 7th circle of hell in Dante Alighieri’s Divina Commedia is where are punished those who had committed violence against others and against themselves (suicides). Loki committed both sins. For Dante people who committed violence against people is immersed in a river of boiling blood with centaurs shooting arrows at those who try to escape while suicides are transformed into bushes and trees, gnarled and thorny, fed upon by the Harpies for all time. Likely that’s not what was done to him but anyway that’s not a nice place to be.]

Yes, Tom Hiddleston never said it was Thanos and his men who ‘kidnapped Loki and put him through the equivalent of the 7th circle of hell’. He’s very vague on this but we now Tom Hiddleston is careful not to give information which could constitute spoilers.

He also never mentions Loki being mind controlled as far as I know.

So we need an even higher source.

We need...

WORD OF GOD, or, in this case the WORD OF GODS, plural, because in the Marvel world there’s plenty of people who can claim authorship for the stories of those characters.

Whedon avoided speculating about his future plans, claiming he had too much on his plate to think about what will come next, but he did reveal that he’s bothered by a bit of unresolved backstory for Loki. At the end of Thor, Loki was emotional conflicted, but at the beginning of Avengers, he’s a demented villain, with no qualms about unleashing alien hell on Earth. Asked about how happened in between, Whedon said: “Well, I can’t tell you exactly what went on because it’s this dark, dark secret that I didn’t make up yet. But, the other day, I had trouble with that because he had this very passionate Shakespearean tragedy thing going on in Thor and then I needed a villain who’s not only capable, but ready and willing and anxious to take on all these heroes. For me, he just basically went on some horrible walkabout… That was pretty much as far as I got.” [Joss Whedon told Comic-Con the question he doesn’t want us to ask ever again]

God confirms what Tom Hiddleston said, Loki went through something terrible... but he had no idea what because he still had to work on it. He didn’t want to establish what. But, as I said, Marvel has plenty of Gods willing to talk.

After Loki fell in the wormhole... where did he fell?

Arriving at the Sanctuary through a wormhole caused by the Bifrost, Loki met the Other, ruler of the ancient race of extraterrestrials the Chitauri, and Thanos. Offering the God of Mischief dominion over his brother’s favorite realm Earth, Thanos requested the Tesseract in return. Gifted with a Sceptre that acted as a mind control device, Loki would be able to influence others. Unbeknownst to him, the Sceptre was also influencing him, fueling his hatred over his brother Thor and the inhabitants of Earth. [MARVERL official web]

So no, after falling into the wormhole Loki didn’t go on a touristic trip through the universe, met someone bad unrelated to Thanos, changed and then met up with Thanos.

He straight out ended up at the Sanctuary and met with the Other who worked for Thanos.

Yes, they don’t say he got tortured in this bit but they confirm the sceptre was influencing him, ‘fueling his hatred over his brother Thor and the inhabitants of Earth’.

There’s some more that comes from Joe Russo and Stephen McFeely.

If you’ve watched every movie in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, you shouldn’t have been too surprised Thanos killed Loki. His death has been a long time coming since 2012’s “Avengers.” You may not recall, but it was Loki’s job in “Avengers” to secure the Tesseract and deliver it to Thanos. Loki never made good on that promise. It was only a matter of time before Thanos came after him to collect. Co-director Joe Russo says Thanos ultimately murders Loki “for disobedience.” “Remember, he [Thanos] had a relationship with Loki, even if it was off-screen where he entrusted him with a duty in ‘Avengers 1’ and Loki failed,” pointed out “Infinity War” screenwriter Stephen McFeely. “He’s [Thanos] making him [Loki] pay,” added Joe Russo. “Thanos has a long memory,” McFeely concluded. [‘Avengers: Infinity War’ director explains why a major death had to happen so early in the movie]

And then... then there’s something that’s even above World of God.

So finally we have...

CANON, aka what the movies say, and they say the weirdest canon lines in this regard if I can say so.

Thanos: [Walks over and drops Loki’s body in front of Thor.] No resurrections this time. [Avengers: Infinity War]

Loki: Is that the only reason you brought us here? To kill us? I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve been killed, so go ahead. Do your worst. [Loki Ep 4]

How all this translates? (aka Word of Dante comes back because God and Saint Paul are just too obscure and canon is no better)

If Loki after falling into the wormhole ended up straight to the Sanctuary, the ones who played the part of the terrorists and lead him to an experience similar to ending in the 7th circle of hell where he had many brushes with death where either Thanos or his men.

Do your pick if the Other took care of it personally, if Thanos did the job or if he let the pleasure to Ebony Maw and what they did to him, if they forced him to fight with others same as Gamora and Nebula where forced to do, with the loser also losing a body part or if they just beat him.

The fact that Loki, in the “Loki” series say he has been killed so many times he lost count and that Thanos in “Avengers: Infinity War” says there will be no resurrection this time seem to be connected.

That Loki as far as we know only attempted suicide by letting himself fall in a wormhole once, and Thanos couldn’t know Loki was given up for dead in Svartalfheim so the idea that Loki was killed many time and that Thanos know he had been resurrected should be connected.

How? That’s beyong my understanding as, as far as I know, no one in Thanos’ group has resurrecting powers. Can the mind stone do it? This would open up another theory.

As for the sceptre controlling him ‘fuelling his hatred over his brother Thor and the inhabitants of Earth’ what does that mean?

That he’s clearly not completely brainwashed as Selvig and Hawkeye.

So which is his level of brainwashing?

Very likely it’s at the same level as the one of the Avengers when they are in the same room and start arguing and the discussion degenerates to the point they seemed about to go at each other while the gem in the sceptre starts to glow, which is something both the script and the novelization reference...

[As the “team” argues, they don’t realize the BLUE GEM on Loki’s sceptre is glowing brightly.] [“The Avengers” Script]

None of them noticed when the gem set into Loki’s sceptre started to glow. [“Marvel Cinematic Universe Phase One: The Avengers”]

...and that the visual remark, turning the scene upside down as the gem is in full focus.

The novelization describes them as arguing without even knowing exactly what they’re arguing about.

Tony and Cap squared off over an argument that they couldn’t remember starting. Tony was still mad about the last thing Cap had said to him... whatever it was. [“Marvel Cinematic Universe Phase One: The Avengers”]

We also see Bruce picking up the sceptre without realizing, something that’s referenced both by the script and the novel.

BANNER: You wanna know my secret, Agent Romanoff? You wanna know how I stay calm? [BLACK WIDOW and Fury have their hands down to grab their guns.] STEVE: Doctor Banner... put down the sceptre. [BANNER LOOKS DOWN AND IS SHOCKED TO SEE HE’S HOLDING LOKI’S SCEPTRE. The computer beeps. They all turn to it.] [“The Avengers” Script]

“Dr. Banner,” Cap said. “Put down the sceptre.” Bruce looked down. He hadn’t even known he’d picked it up. He looked back up and saw Natasha’s hand on her sidearm. Fury was also ready to draw. The others were drawing back from him as well. Even though he could see what was going on, the hostility in the air was still tick enough that Bruce didn’t know wherever he could back everyone down... or wherever he could back himself down. He could feel the tension rising inside him. He could feel the monster trying to get loose. [“Marvel Cinematic Universe Phase One: The Avengers”]

The implication is that the sceptre is influencing them, pulling out their worst feelings and competitively and whatever which matches with what it did with Loki, it fuelled his hate.

It’s interesting how, when Loki arrives on Earth, the gem is glowing...

Also, the stranger held a kind of spear in his right hand. Set into its head, a gem glowed the same icy blue as the energy that had spilled from the Tesseract. [“Marvel Cinematic Universe Phase One: The Avengers”]

...and he also looks at the sceptre as if he hadn’t realized having it in his hand.

“Sir,” Fury called as armoured S.H.I.E.L.D. agents closed nearer, “Please put down the spear.” The man looked at the sceptre as if he had only just noticed he had it. Then, slowly, he looked back up at Fury, and a vicious smile spread across his face. [“Marvel Cinematic Universe Phase One: The Avengers”]

It’s worth to mention though, in that scene in which the Avengers argue, none of the Avengers has his eyes turning blue, although they weren’t themselves any longer.

So, it’s possible this is the distinction, Clint and Selvig have completely lost their will and are subjugated to Loki’s will, and as a result they’ve the blue eyes, Loki and the Avengers instead only had their mind warped by increasing exponentially their negative feelings to the point they might have started losing focus of the situation and only operate on negative feelings... if that’s make sense. They’re still themselves but their perception is warped so they’re acting in a way that’s not normal for them.

On another note it seems that in Joss Whedon’s Avengers DVD Commentary he said that

Hawkeye’s blue “possessed eyes” were added in post very late in the game, to make it more obvious that he and Eric Selvig were under Loki’s influence. [Secrets Revealed in Joss Whedon’s Avengers DVD Commentary]

This means that originally they weren’t meant to turn blue.

In the novel there’s no mention of it, in the script they’re described just as glowing black and then nothing more.

LOKI: You have heart. [Loki places the tip of the spear against Barton’s chest. Barton’s eye glow black, and he stops resisting. Loki begins controlling other agents around the room. Fury sneak up, grabs the Tesseract, and places it in a briefcase, trying to sneak out.] [“The Avengers” Script]

In the movie instead they turn all black for a moment and then settle on blue.

It’s an unnatural blue though, where Loki’s normal.

But again, this too is a fan explanation. A fan explanation based on canon, but still a fan explanation since God didn’t bother to explain further and at this point I’m afraid he’s not even interested in explaining it since the “Loki” series could have dug on this and instead expressed 0 interest in digging into the past movies.

Sometimes we’ve just to accept that fan theories are all we have and that we can like or dislike them.

And that’s all. Thank you to who remained till the end of this long post!

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Poke Pt 7 - Yacht Party

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Whistling in the exit of your closet Eddie took in your own toga reminiscent style dress the bright white sheer layered skirt was slit up to the upper thigh and met the golden belt that separated the base from the lace top. With thick straps in white and a low dip in the cleavage almost to the belly button that flowed out to reveal the golden glittery heels you had chosen for the event. “Wow. You need a sign to remind gentlemen to pick their jaws up off the floor.”

“Funny,” you teased, folding a stretchy pair of shorts to cover the thigh holsters for a couple of your daggers for worst case scenario that also would help keep guys from peeking up your skirt if the wind blew the slit back too widely. “I’m sure no one will care about my dress as I death grip the wall.”

“I can skip the trip to prison if you need me there.”

“I’m ok. If I feel bad I am not above fainting or breaking into hysterics to have Tony himself fly me home. Or maybe Prince Thor, I think he can fly if he has his hammer.”

“You can beat this evening. I know you can.”

After a hug for him you said, “You’ll miss visiting hours.” And he chuckled hugging you back and kissed you on your cheek taking notice of the one side of your hair braided back so you could flip the rest over to your left side knowing the boat would drive it wild no matter what you tried to do with it.

The ride didn’t calm things and from the concrete pathway to the wooden docks your focus shifted in a means to calm yourself on the pelicans and gulls who watched your stroll beyond the guards at the entrance who took your invitation shared the lit pathway would guide you to the proper ship. At the base of the plank bridge to get onto the yacht you paused hearing the guests already aboard.

Mid stare at a gull hovering above the boat in a try to focus on anything but the fact you would be out on the open ocean for who knows how long you flinched to look at Sam in his step up to your side with an impressed whistle. “My sister would die of envy seeing this ship. She loves to sail.” His eyes landed on you asking, “Ever been on a boat like this?”

“I’ve been on ferries, but I haven’t been over the open ocean yet.”

“You’ll be okay. Stark’s probably built this thing himself. Bound to be unsinkable.”

“Well, there’s a history of unsinkable ships that beg to differ when it comes to that claim.”

He chuckled and said, “We’ll be just fine. Just in case,” he said showing his duffel bag at his side holding his metal wings, “Brought my wings, things go south The Falcon’s got you.” To yourself you grinned and followed him up into the monstrosity of a boat.

Surely one that would make your ancestors weep, not just for the luxurious ability to have food storage, running clean water and plumbing but for the fact that nothing of the earth other than the single fallen tree stump of an end table was here. The wood was fake same as the faux leather seats and imitation marble finish on the metal surfaces. Nothing of this boat showed the respect boat makers used to put into building sea faring vessels to keep from displeasing the Gods in crossing the tumultuous open ocean and you guessed that might be why they always bothered you.

With legs crossed you sat with eyes fixed on the open ocean in your second level seat unable to keep on your feet to mingle in the crowded floor below. “Thirsty?” the voice at your side brought the sudden place of Prince Loki there with two drinks in hand, one of which with a pacifier band around the stem of the fruity blended drink he offered to you. “The bartender insisted I offer you this one.”

Unable to help it you chuckled and accepted the drink, “It’s a virgin margarita. Thank you.”

“What would maidenhood have to do with drink offers?” he asked and you glanced away to keep from spitting your sip of the drink on him. “Is it repulsive? I shall demand a new drink to replace it.”

You shook your head and giggled in catching his eye to say, “Virgin, when related to drinks means alcohol free.” And his eyes narrowed, “It’s illegal for people under 21 years old to drink alcohol in this country. Others it ranges from 14 to 18 depending on their culture.”

“Why would they have such variation?”

“Because hardly any of the countries share the same faiths, histories, cultures or beliefs on how they should be governed. So just stubbornness and idiocy.”

“I had hoped the drink would aid in a welcome of my company, you seemed troubled when I arrived.”

Softly you chuckled and replied, “Quite humorously for my bloodline I have a fear of open ocean outside of wooden boats.” His eyes locked onto yours in a moment of shock, “There’s no earth in this boat. Vikings paid homage to the Gods for smooth sailing across the oceans. Might just be me.”

And he grinned your way stating, “Not only you. Those who can hear Yggdrasil have higher expectations when it comes to vessels. Your ancestors would be proud you wish to honor their traditions, the ocean is not a fair mistress, she is an insurmountable warrior, she demands respect.”

“How have your candles and soaps been?” You asked to change the subject, uncertain of what meaning his lingering stare into your eyes meant.

“Quite exquisite. Thank you again for your care in crafting the mixtures for us to our likings. Your customers have been favorable of temperament?”

“For the most part. Before the shoes Natasha and Steve bought me I got shunned a bit because of my clearly worn name brand shoes, but the new ones have helped to give me a bit of credit to my image. Used to be called an immigrant and now people are asking if I’m paying my dues in the entertainment or beauty world until I get my big break. When Stark came in I almost thought he would just order enough to use that as a means to force me to accept the money he offered.”

“What should it matter what shoes you wear when you are working?”

“The shop has an image to uphold for their most superficial of clientele.”

“Should they ever release you from employment alert my brother and myself and we shall raze the building to cinders.” That had you giggle around your next sip and he said, “You doubt my loyalty.”

“Not at all, Prince Loki. Merely I question how Stark would handle the discovery of who was behind the attack after he’s vetted you both as Heroes.”

“Not one person in my lifetime has been foolish enough to dub me a Hero. I am the God of Mischief and Deceit.”

His eyes lowered to the hand you offered him that his rose palm up to accept, “Fool, right here, pleasure to meet you.” To himself he chuckled and smiled in a glance away. “See, that smile,” he glanced back and chuckled again as you said, “Pure sunshine. You can’t convince me there’s evil in there no matter how many times you stab your brother.”

“I unleashed an army on New York,”

“Oh who hasn’t unleashed havoc on New York. Havoc is the new pink pumps of the season, everybody has to have some. New York, Washington, California, your brother leveled a town in New Mexico. Now you go and attack Rhode Island or someplace small like that then we can talk crossing into unthinkable territory, which is seven miles below evil. You have to earn evil.”

He smirked and at the notice he was still holding your hand he released it to take hold of his drink for a sip to break his stare only to look down at that hand resting on his knee when the boat began to pull away from the dock. “I murdered my birth father.” He blurted out as if to try and not lie to you or make you believe he was anything but evil as most from his planet thought.

“Did he raise you?”

“No.”

“Were you close or just a birthday card once a year type of situation?”

“He abandoned me at birth in a frozen tundra in the midst of a battle between the Jotuns and Asgardians and never acknowledged me as his child or that I even existed.”

You nodded and said, “Selfish quim had it coming then.” Throatily to your sip of your drink he chuckled and bubbled into a few moments of unforgiving laughter. “I’d pick Frigg as a mother any day over that bastard.”

“King Laufey of the Jotuns, or Frost Giants, as some nations dub them.”

“Odin’s half Frost Giant in the legends. They knew each other?”

“Odin,” his eyes fell on you, “Father is half Frost Giant in the legends?” You nodded and he said, “He never speaks of this if it is true.”

“Well he’s probably jealous.” You said and his brow twitched up, “If it was between me and you to be Jotun I’d stay mum simply because you have to be the peak example of Jotun prowess.”

“Asgardians tell bedtime stories of Jotuns to terrify their children and frighten them to behave or they will be eaten.” He said mournfully and looked out at the sea.

“I’d start biting people then.” You said and in the spread of his smile you said, “Always a monster till you’re necessary. How the universe works. The odd one, the new one, that one who doesn’t belong. Till they need you, till they’re scared. So much easier to be scared of the new than to trust it. Well I trust you,” you said and he caught your eye again, “And you can’t stop me. I’m stark raving mad with power and will cackle in their disbelieving faces for not trusting pure sunshine.” You said with a wide smile making him chuckle again.

“Are you certain there is no alcohol in that drink?” He teased.

“Just tons of sugar.” You said taking another giggle laced sip as he took a sip of his own drink. “I heard you’re over seventeen hundred years old? How does that line up to our age progression? If that isn’t too personal.”

“Roughly similar to your age I would presume. Young adulthood.”

You gasped and said, “And they gave you alcohol, someone get this man a pacifier.” You said teasingly turning your head to call it out making him chuckle and simply use his arm closest to you to prop himself up to scoot closer.

“Shh,” he whispered through a chuckle by your ear and you giggled again. “There is little substance on this planet able to inebriate myself and my brother.” He said with his eyes focused on yours when you turned your head slightly to catch his bright gaze and smile.

The ship took a wide turn and your joking mood waned and his hand covered yours at the returned grip of his knee to lace his fingers under your palm, and next to your ear he asked, “How would you like to play a game?” You caught his gaze and he grinned nodding his head at the crowd stating, “Say a name.” He watched your eyes dance over the women in toga influenced gowns surrounded by men in both togas and white and golden suits and you chose one from the back that with a flash of green in his eyes had the man start to dance absurdly awkward luring out your smile and giggle again.

Innocent fun, insignificant playful pranks that had Prince Thor search for his brother in the crowds until he spotted him at your side with his hand on yours. Loki would never have openly chosen such a public display with anyone he dared to imagine courtship until proper tasks of approval had been sought for and by the clear try to not let you have a break to focus on anything but his magic. And the game upon his knowing Thor was looking his way had the Prince conjuring fables and joking tales in front of the possibly distressed young Shieldmaiden he would never dream of damaging her honor. Something was bothering their young respected friend and his brother while Thor saw to his sea wary Mate was distracting his chosen companion for the evening in a far more acceptable use of his magic at this party.

Some food was sampled from the migrating attendees made from faceless drones that somehow had you more weirded out than the ship. One of which that had Peter hanging on his back while it held a bucket and led him to lie down on the couch beside the pair of you. The move had you inch closer to the Prince and had his gaze drop to the thigh pressed against his to something hard he felt tap the side of his leg. He felt himself unable to help but smirk at the clear hilt of a dagger poking out from underneath the shorts that blended into your skirt from afar in its same brilliant white shade. And in a low purr beside your ear as you handed over your empty glass to a drone to free a hand so you could check Peter’s temperature the Prince asked, “Please tell me that’s a dagger on your thigh.”

With a blush to the green mist that eased the hilt of two coiled snakes in bright silver into view widening his grin as he caught sight of the full design. And he could imagine the blade in his mind by the hint of metal beneath the hilt his mist hid away again as Pepper hurried over with some sea sickness medicine. “Where else would I keep it?” you whispered back widening his grin to the point he nipped at his lip to keep from grinning like an idiot.

Pepper in her trot up to Peter’s side offered him a fizzing drink he accepted and took your help to prop himself up to sip on it, “Here you go Peter.” And her eyes rose to you asking, “Are you sea sick too? I haven’t seen you on the main floor since we took off.”

“I’ve got a thing with metal boats in open ocean,” her lips parted, “I’m good sitting. Body just prefers wood boats it seems. Prince Loki’s been distracting me.”

“Well if you need anything let us know.”

“Does he make a lot of these drones?”

Pepper sighed saying, “It’s a new thing. He said he’d make them faceless since I thought fake humanoid ones might bother me, but these aren’t any better, sadly.”

“Because he does know about all the evidence on making AI’s and how devastatingly bad that could go?”

“I remind him daily. Only, seems he forgets, daily. Progress,” she said shaking her head and rising to her feet to go check on another person muttering, “This party is the stuff of nightmares with these waves.”

In a glance at Loki you asked, “If Stark builds AI’s can I plead asylum on Asgard?”

He smirked asking, “AI?”

“Robots with free will. Always turns out that they want to destroy the human race. Borderline Ragnarok for our race.”

“Should there be any danger to this planet we will grant you asylum. I give you my word.”

“How important are potatoes on your planet? Because if they don’t grow there I will be smuggling some there. My ancestors didn’t get to enjoy them in the older generations, but I know they look down on me in envy. Even broke I eat like a King.” Making him chuckle again. “I’m serious, one of the best foods discovered on this planet is the potato.”

“Potatoes are amazing,” Peter sighed after finishing his drink and laying flat again. “I would bring lemons. My aunt gets this big smile when she sees lemons. I don’t get it, but it makes her happy. And I’d have to bring her too of course.”

Loki smiled saying, “We have six variations of potatoes and four lemon breeds. The pair of you and young Peter’s aunt would be amply pleased.”

“Could I have a sheep? My parents promised to get me a sheep when I was bigger. Or is it mainly city spaces without any room for cottages?”

“We have a mixture of both. A quaint cottage could be arranged, or a plot of garden and field to keep your sheep in should you prefer an apartment in the Palace. With ample workers to help train you in treatment and sheering of your sheep when necessary.”

In a giggle you replied, “I would need sheep lessons.” Making him chuckle as well.

At their sides save for a trip to the bathroom you remained until the boat docked again and Loki rose to gently help you up and lead both you and still unsteady Peter to the dock. The assigned car to drive you back however found him reluctantly in release of the hand his had been fixed in for hours now. “Thank you, for the asylum and the sheep,” you said in words that muffled in the ears of the Prince whose cheek you had left a peck upon. “Sleep well, Sunshine.” You said and in a lower to sit inside the car.

“Sleep well and safe on the earth, Shieldmaiden Pear.”

Vision. The newest Avenger had his face plastered across the internet and all you could think of was the promise the Asgardian Prince had made you and it just made your stomach turn. He was so polite and out of everybody he could have spent his time with he seemed to gravitate to your company. Even when a long train ride let you take a long stroll in Central Park that had you run into the Super Soldiers and Sam on a run. When the Zoo was mentioned the Princes seemed to appear in mid air and as if to counter Bucky’s time with your attention another animal would be pointed to and his questions would arise all aimed your direction.

End to end between your fingers your Mate button box was flipped to tap against the counter easing the slide of your fingers to the bottom to aid the lift and flip of the box to do it again. No matter why he was focusing on you there had to be a line and you couldn’t stop hiding from your fears of finding out who your Mate was by humoring the attentions of the Avengers. Onto the counter you settled the button box and gave the button a single tap that almost an hour away had Loki’s eyes twitch off his book confirming he was alone in his gifted apartment followed by an irritated grumble and nestle back into his spot to ignore the unhelpful poke of his Mate from this infuriating planet.

Several taps more in a notice of the muffin bag you had gotten from a café earlier that had you murmur, “Let’s meet for coffee at the Blue Bird Café. Nine AM.” Your fingers tapped before you could think it through just how many could understand Morse Code this day and age, you just had to try and see if anyone would turn up.

And just like you knew it deep down, no one did, at nine or ten when you had finished off pretending to write out something in your pocket journal after you’d finished your first cider and just wanted to go anywhere but there.

Glaring as he made his way to the group lunch after a much needed breakfast alone Loki plopped into his seat and turned his gaze to Natasha at her asking, “Couldn’t sleep?”

“Ten minutes my Mate poked me last night, ten minutes. All in some absurd pattern,” Loki repeated the pattern with the tip of his finger on the table and had her, Bucky and Bruce listening to the meanings of the taps.

Bucky however asked the question the others didn’t, “So did you meet your Mate for coffee?”

Loki glared at him, “I beg your pardon?”

Bruce, “That’s Morse Code. Old school. Must have been eager to meet you rarely hear of people using it these days outside of military or science families.”

Loki asked in a slightly panicked tone, “Where would I meet them?”

Bucky said, “Blue Bird Café, nine am.”

Loki didn’t have to look at the clock but said in his rush from the table, “It’s half past noon!”

He didn’t know where that was but he knew who to talk to to get into Stark’s system. Knowing fully he had links to cameras everywhere. “Red Man, I require your assistance.”

“I am Vision, Green Noble.” The Prince led the way to one of the public labs that linked to his system that Loki linked into the simple online page of the only Blue Bird Café in New York that was located in Queens.

“I need you to help me use Stark’s system to see who was in this café this morning.”

“Are we searching for a culprit in a crime you are aware of?” Vision asked in his hover beside the Prince.

“My Mate used Morse Code to send me a message I did not understand last night and I missed the meeting they tried to arrange. I wish to know who I have spurned to offer my apologies and win back their favor.”

“Oh, very admirable then.” He said lowering as he said, “I am under the understanding that a Mate is the strongest bond you might find in your lifetime. I anxiously await my eighteenth year to have earned my own chance to meet mine.” Raising his hand to link to the system that began to shift the screen windows to delve through the system to first link into the café’s security and the street cameras to watch every person from eight am onwards.

“Pluto,” Loki muttered in the sight of you wearing an anxious expression and a slightly less casual dress entering the café, ordering a drink and muffin with glances at the door to every entrance in a clearly sinking mood as Vision continued to run facial recognition through a database while the video played.

Vision said, “From the 47 customers 24 are legally married and another 17 have announced themselves as engaged on their social media accounts.”

“Pluto Pear, that woman. When did she leave exactly?” Visio read back the time stamp and he said, “I need a print out of this list, I’m going to start with her.”

Vision asked to the print of the page behind him, “Does the young lady hold a certain physical appeal for you to begin with her?”

“I know her. I would never wish for her to believe I have left her there alone. As if I had refused to meet her on the grounds of being my Mate.”

Vision said, “Ah. Then yes, begin with the young Miss Pear.” He said offering the printed sheet that Loki accepted and hurried with rushed thanks in his race out to go and the whole while his mind raced with a single repetition, it had to be you.

Truly for months now any excuse to cross paths was taken including a laughable amount of candles and soap with films, trips out between your shifts and group meals he always made certain to be chaperoned for everyone’s comfort and for your honor the Prince searched. You were the one to make him laugh and find some sense of ease on this planet with a person who seemed to genuinely care about his comfort and tried to keep him from growing too homesick or thoughts on his lineage to spoil his wishes to ever return. If you weren’t his Mate he never desired to meet the person who dared to poke him. He didn’t want to be forced onto anyone else, he had subconsciously chosen you for a while now and would continue to do so.

Three knocks soon bled to five and before the sixth could land you had opened your front door to the wide eyed Prince who rapidly opened his fist to an awkward wave. “Miss Pear. Might I come in?”

“Sure,” you said letting him inside closing the door behind him in his awkward check of the single room apartment with a lingering gaze at the boat shaped bed he pointed to mid amused smirk. “My first year here there was a play they used that as a prop in and put it up cheap for sale after it closed. Really comfy.” You looked him over and asked, “You have to go on another mission? Only seen you twitchy like this when you had to leave town.”

“No,” he replied and moved closer offering the cider in his hand you hadn’t noticed. “I owe you a drink.”

In the narrow of your eyes you accepted the still warm cup saying, “Thank you. Don’t recall how, but thank you.”

“I don’t know Morse Code.”

Your lips parted to ask over the thunder of your heart in your ears, “Did you want me to teach you.”

“Not today, thank you.” He inhaled sharply and said, “I know you went to the Blue Bird Café this morning and I know that you didn’t meet the person you had hoped to.”

“I-,”

In a step closer he cut you off saying, “Because I don’t know Morse Code and it took me repeating the lengthy set of taps that kept me up last night to those amongst the team who do.”

“Oh,” you squeaked out in realization of what you guessed and halfway hoped he might be saying.

“So I came here to ask you to poke me again,” his eyes lowered to the finger that rose to tap him in the center of his chest that had him let out a breathy chuckle and scan his eyes over your face that was still devoid of anything readable but uncertainty and shock. “No, with your button, do you have it?”

“Oh, button,” sharply your head turned setting the drink down and gingerly he shadowed you in your circle of your bed to the near burrow under the fake fur blanket you had to do to grab the button that seemed to try and keep it hidden for itself. When you stood again you eased your fingers around the sides of the box with its mint colored button now a deep green that with a press of your thumb had him exhale shakily to the poke he felt.

He didn’t know what to do or say and yet all on its own it seemed his body acted to first cradle your cheek then lean in to press his lips to yours in a blind hope that however possible he could seal this bond to never break. Just as loudly as yours his heart thundered in his chest for the action his body had taken without permission.

And when your eyes met again his breath hitched hearing you whisper at the sight of the swirls of green mist that had filled the room with sparkling veins of gold to glimmer around the both of you. His skin now blue with raised ridges trailing across his skin in snowflake like unique markings to just him from his Jotun blood paired with his crimson eyes. “Was that supposed to happen or was it on accident.”

“The mist was unintentional.” He hummed back lowly and in his lean forward to brush his nose to yours his body melted forward at the toe top lift to kiss him again. With the close of your eyes covering his shift back after his notice of the color of his hand still on your cheek. An action and pose he lingered in to savor every second of it.

“Blue is a good color on you, Sunshine.” You said and his lips parted only for the growl of his stomach to make you grin and claim his hand and say, “Let’s feed you and that angry rhino you swallowed.”

Out of your slow cooker some jambalaya was served for the both of you to go with the cheesy mashed potatoes you topped with bacon bits he amusedly poked with his spoon as if it was possibly toxic. “I’m not going to poison you,” you giggled out.

“No, there is a topping like these pebbles on Asgard and it is merely awful.”

“Well this is tiny bits of bacon.”

“Bacon,” he said in an intrigued tone and took a bite he hummed around making you giggle to yourself.

“Midgard isn’t so bad, we’ve done amazing things with bacon.”

“That you have,” he said filling his spoon again with some of the jambalaya that while he chewed it his eyes scanned over your face in your downwards gaze, “Are you pleased?” he managed to ask when he swallowed lifting your eyes again to his.

“Could use more sausage. They’re so stingy on the weight per cent these days.”

“With me?” He asked in a near squeak afraid of the answer.

“As my Mate?” you asked and he nodded, “You are indescribable. You can do magic, I mean come on, I started magic when I was a kid and dreamed to have someone who would be so much more spectacularly talented than myself. Need I say, the essence of pure sunshine in your veins. You accept my Norse roots. Some people would just label me a witch on that alone. And you tolerate my weirdness, major plusses there.”

“I would assume, my title-,”

“Psh,” you said lifting his gaze from his bowls. “I would be honored to be bound to you if you ran a button stand.” You said triggering an awkward grin across his face at the compliment. “If anything the expectations of your possible requirement to take up after Odin on what I would only assume to be a possibly uncomfortable looking golden throne in that floating golden Palace would trouble me for the increase of scowls that would develop from the stress and drive that smile of yours away. Not to mention the heightened risk of stress on the heart from a job of that level.” After a moment of his amused grin your way you asked, “Do you really live forever?”

“Roughly 5071 years.”

“Well Bucky’s close to a century and he hasn’t seemed to age much, Steve was frozen for most of his. So I suppose logically, I can’t say how long I would be around.”

His brow inched up and he said, “I would find you. No matter where in Hel they settle you to spend your afterlife.”

You nodded and asked in a rather embarrassed tone, “No possible way I could get to Valhalla then?”

“You most certainly could well earn place there. Few Midgardians are welcomed, I did not mean to worry you or offer insult.”

You shook your head, “It’s just all different than how I was taught. You’re Frigga’s son, and Thor isn’t a redhead, no telling what else could be different. I mean did you at least give birth to a eight legged horse Odin rides around on?”

“Did I what?” he chuckled out with a widening smile.

“I mean who wouldn’t be able to learn to love a guy who gave birth to Hel, the Goddess of Death; Jörmungand, the serpent that surrounds the world; and Fenrir or Fenrisúlfr, the wolf; and Sleipnir, Odin's eight-legged horse.”

“Thor did advise us the mortals had warped our tales, yet I had no imagination it could be that vastly different.” He paused and asked, “Hel, is she prominent in my life in the tales? I have never heard of a Goddess of that name.”

You said, “Those you had with the female giant Angerboda. You seem to love her in the tales. Though most of your tales I prefer include your other wife, Sigyn. You had a son with her, named Nari or Narfi.” His lips parted, “Odin uses your son’s intestines to chain you to a rock where snakes drip their venom on you and she sits beside you with a bowl to collect it. Though when she dumps it out and the venom drips on your face you thrash around causing the earth to quake. It’s quite the tale of devotion in Norse Mythology. There’s actually quite a tale for how you got married, she was betrothed to another and on the wedding day you kill him and take his shape and then reveal yourself after and she tells Odin she will honor the marriage. Sigyn’s basically known only for her devotion to you.”

“I have never wed, nor know of a Sigyn. I could never imagine my father able to bind anyone with the innards of their own child.”

“I didn’t mean to upset you.”

He shook his head, “No, you have not upset me. Although I am curious to ponder on when the tales stretched so far from the truth. Perhaps an exceptionally harsh winter with little to distract from boredom.”

“Well that’s the thing about legends. Everyone who first heard or saw them happen is dead. Kind of like the phone tree game,” his brows furrowed a moment in confusion to the name, “One person in a circle whispers to another, it can be a word or funnier a phrase and gradually through the circle the words change. Sometimes for the worse. Known a few to end in fist fights when they made us do it in schools in some mock trial to stomp out bullying as a sort of way to display how gossip explodes like wild fire. Then again it could be a testament to hearing loss rather than weak attention spans on trading whispers.” As you eyed his grin after a glance away to fill your spoon you said, “Sorry, got away from me there.”

“You did not wander far. Often I find people who ramble show great promise of intellect. Brains that are rapid to focus on new topics are very welcome amongst our scientists.”

“It must be amazing, your home.”

“My people are brilliant compared to yours, however very gullible. Hence my prowess in mischief.”

“Well, if you assume to have all the answers why would you bother looking for more?” making him smirk proudly at your words. “They’ll learn, with enough shoves in the right direction, or enough books to hurl at them. Sometimes you need a bit of mischief to open some eyes.”

“Thor has been working up the nerve to request a trip for his Mate Jane Foster to Asgard. I imagine her introduction to our scientists would be less productive than to hear from one who has crafted a rainbow portal on her own with only supplies from Midgard. Even our best crafters alive today could not tap into that technology. When Thor broke the rainbow bridge that aids in the control of the Bifrost Mother had to travel to Hel to consult with one of our scientists we had lost a thousand years prior.”

“That must have been fun for you to experience.”

“I wasn’t there,” he whispered in a downward glance then cleared his throat and drew in a deep breath, “Perhaps I should share something else, other than my race with you.” When his eyes did rise he almost flinched seeing yours on his, “There’s a, being, a Titan.”

“Like in Greek Mythology?”

“I’m, not aware of their history.”

“Sorry, Titan?”

“Thanos. I fell from the bridge when Thor broke it. Through the open void of the universe I faded to, I don’t know where. There, Thanos found me. His henchman tortured me.”

“Loki,” you said reaching out to rest a hand on his forearm that had his hand turn over to wrap around the underside of yours welcoming the contact and sadness not pity in your gaze.

“I was gone, for so very long, time is, difficult in varied realms to compare.” He wet his lips and continued shakily, “I managed to escape, with a deal. He sent me with the scepter to bring him the tesseract. There are these stones, with different powers to control parts of the universe, he wants them all and has others to locate them for him. That was why, I opened that portal. Why I killed people. To let them know something bigger is out there, and that it’s coming.”

“Okay.”

“He wouldn’t have come on his own, but I lied to him. And my Father can’t protect this planet, or won’t. I won’t let him hurt you though. I swear. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”

“That’s a tall order in this city. Plus even doors are a danger to me when I’m in a hurry.”

“I’m being serious, he has decimated civilizations before and enslaved millions he allowed to survive.” His eyes scanned yours finding an expression he couldn’t decipher and he asked, “What is that look for?”

“I have secrets, terrible things I should tell my Mate, for fair playing field since you’ve been so open with me. I do trust you, I just,”

“I understand.”

“It’s just been mine, for so long. Nearly my whole life now, and Eddie, he found me at and back again from my lowest point,” Loki nodded and bit the inside of his lip at the tear that rolled down your cheek all of a sudden. “He was the first person who cared since I got here, and I just had to tell someone. It was breaking me, and he got me help with his therapist, which has helped. I just, I don’t know why, but even with you being able to rain aliens down upon us, I’m scared to tell you everything.” Another tear down your cheek had him lean in closer to your side. “Because if you knew, what I am, you would hate me. I don’t know why Eddie hasn’t left yet. He should have left me by now.”

“He is not going to leave, and no matter what pain that lies in your past, I will not leave you. And I will wait until you welcome me into the fold. No matter how long it takes.”

The rest of the meal he remained at your side and moved with you to your couch to inch closer to cuddling through a film that allowed you both to a comfortable silence. Droops of your eyes however had him excise himself to allow you to rest. When you were on your feet however with sight of his back his body went rigid to the poke he felt that had him turn to see you with your button in hand say, “Double checking.”

Gently he claimed your free hand and raised it to his lips to kiss your knuckles on the hand he cradled after, “Get some rest. Tomorrow should Stark not interfere, hopefully I could arrange a lunch to make up for my misstep this morning.”

“Not your misstep. I shouldn’t have assumed anyone else would know Morse Code.”

“I will learn, there is no fault on your part. Only imagination.”

“You get some sleep too, Sunshine.” His grin widened, “Keep that stress on your heart down.”

“I shall try my hardest with Stark in the same tower.” He said stealing another press of his lips to your hand before he released it and led the way to the door you closed and locked behind your unbelievable Mate you secretly wished would have tried to kiss more than just your hand the second time.

Pt 8

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#Yacht Party #Soulmate AU #Loki x oc #sea sick #Eddie Brock #Peter Parker #Blue Bird Cafe #Vision #Bucky Barnes

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alter-of-fire-and-change · 3 years

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It’s been so many years ago I can’t tell you how old I was anymore.

What I do remember is being young and bullied and feeling cut off from everyone around me for a million small reasons and having this overwhelming pressure to not be better, but be the best, be perfect, and hating it but not knowing what else to do

What I do remember is crying alone in my room when no one could hear me and begging for a friend, someone who would understand me or just accept me as me

I can’t say it was the first time, in my memory though it stands out as the most important

I was in a loud and noisy restaurant surrounded by my family, the side I didn’t get along with by still had that desire to be liked by and seen as perfectly as they all thought I was. And I remember being acutely aware that no one was paying attention to me even though I was growing increasingly distressed and people had been talking over me and saying things about what they thought my life should be and a bunch of other things and I was spiraling into what I would later register as a panic attack

And then suddenly I felt arms around me and a voice talking me down telling me it would be okay that I wasn’t alone

I’d had imaginary friends all throughout my life growing up, it was one of the things that I blamed for my distance from other people around me. This….felt different, and yet, I had no other way of explaining it

They took the face and voice of a character in a tv show I liked, someone who was snarky and could be cruel and was supposed to be the villain but then got redeemed because they were far too caring and compassionate and I felt bad for them because of how they were treated by those around them. Many of my past imaginary friends had done the same, made from the characters I liked because i felt like I knew them

But there was something different because this one felt a lot more real and I won’t lie, it frightened me a lot of the time and I thought I was going crazy because you’re not supposed to talk to people who weren’t seen by other people and all that

But at the same time, they were the most comforting and grounding force in my life, keeping me from spiraling out of control

I remember at one point it didn’t seem like enough because I felt like the biggest outsider and I fought back against everything because they couldn’t be real and they said they were, that they didn’t really look like how they’d shown up to me and instead had red hair and green eyes

I did find myself asking once again for a friend, someone in my school who’d like me and understand me. I can’t say for certain that it was because of them or not, but after asking for this, I felt the urge to do something out of character for myself and it all happened to be right place right time right book which led me to meeting the person I’ve been dating for five or so years now and some of my closest friends for a time

There were also a lot of instances of what I referred to as “the ghost” in my house, where things would fall over or get misplaced or there’d be a strange sound, and I’d talk aloud to them or tell them I really couldn’t handle it that day and it would immediately stop. (It didn’t stop for the people who’d yell and get mad) and it followed me to my college dorm and apartment

Eventually, they began switching into shapes of other characters I was familiar with and liked, and I never had control over who it was. At some points it distressed me because they weren’t the obvious hero or good guy of the characters and tended to be the ones painted as villains or evil for some reason even if I didn’t personally see them that way because something about their story just made it so I couldn’t see them that way. They weren’t doing the wrong thing, they were just doing something that the main character disagreed with and weren’t going about it in the societally approved way even if it was for a something that’d be seen as ‘good’ or better

As the years continued they still felt more and more real and my brain was still trying to understand why that could be, if they were a self defense mechanism, why they could be so reasonable and removed from the situation, how I could so perfectly picture them next to me guiding me through an attack or feel their touch when I needed comfort

There were times were I’d realize we hadn’t talked in a while and they’d be a little annoyed and I’d beg them not to leave me despite all my words about them not being real and none of it being normal, but that would often end with soothing promises

Eventually, their form seemed to settle a bit more permanently on the MCU Loki because I’d been going through a Marvel kick—I found it a little odd of course because Loki wasn’t the main character my adhd brain had decided to hyperfixate on, but they also fit with all the other characters so I accepted it and didn’t really question the inevitable draw this had of me starting to read up on the myths and figure more

Until my roommate and I had a talk about religion and I was reflecting on the past couple months of this sudden focus

This past couple months were I word for word said that Loki had lead me to figuring out my future life plans for after college after I’d been panicking over that and trying to hide from it for a while. Or had thanked Loki for getting through an uncomfortable family visit because they’d made me laugh and kept up with my snark

Finally, after some research being half way to accepting but mostly still doubting, I sat down with my tarot cards and asked and got an extremely clear answer which had never happened with the cards before, that was basically ‘yes hi thanks for finally figuring it out’

He don’t appear as the MCU Loki anymore, instead taking on their own form most often than not

I think what changed for them to reveal themselves is me. I’d been able to think more about my gender identity and who I was as a person and had become more comfortable in time. I also got really bad one night and they couldn’t talk me down but I had somehow in the haze of that found the link to a service to help in that moment, and started getting actual help afterwards

What changed is that I started to work on myself and that was the point that meant I was ready to actually have the choice to follow Loki or not

And here I am now

#lokean #loki deity #norse paganism #norse heathen #my own experience #tw panic attack

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imagine-loki · 4 years

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Monsters and Magic

TITLE: Monsters and Magic

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 89/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a vampire who helps the Avengers defeat an evil seethe of other vampires, and Loki befriends you after you end up in their custody

RATING: T

NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here

Loki’s smirk turned from amused at your mother’s comment, to malicious when he turned back to the gunman. That man was doomed for messing with you, for messing with Loki, for forgetting the monster beneath Loki’s skin. For all that Loki was an Avenger, he wasn’t perfectly tame, and there were people who needed to remember that Loki was fiercely loyal and fiercely protective of those he cared for.

He gestured to your mom to indicate that she could start her interrogation. She inclined her head and stepped into the cell. Her interrogation was vicious and brutal, or so you heard later, but all the man in would say, even under her ministrations, was the same story of his wife dying during the battle of New York. “That is a stupid reason to shoot my daughter,” she scoffed when she was done with him.

“Lady, would you like me to take a turn?” Loki asked her far too politely. His expression remained a malicious smirk.

Your mom offered him a bow. It was the exact depth and formality a lady of the court gave her prince. As she had been among those teaching Loki his court manners, she remained a perfect example of them for him. “Be my guest, your highness,” she replied formally and gestured to the bleeding man in question.

Loki inclined his head and took her place in the cell. He glared down at the man. “Now, how did you find us?” Loki asked pleasantly.

The man spat blood on the ground at his feet. “It was easy to know your be at the premiere. Everyone knows you’re friends with the actors,”

“What was your plan? Shoot my love and then what? Wait for me to kill you in a fit of rage? Which, right now, I’m not completely against doing anyway…” he said as if he weren’t going to do it anyway. He definitely was planning on this man not surviving the day.

“My life ended when you killed my wife. I wanted you to suffer as I had. After that…” he shrugged “Didn’t matter,”

Loki’s malicious smirk turned to a sneer. “The plan didn’t exactly work the way you wanted, now did it?”

“Obviously,” the man replied dryly, strangely brave in the presence of three angry gods.

“Why now? Why did you decide to try and kill my lady tonight?” Loki demanded. You hadn’t done anything to deserve death. Dating Loki shouldn’t have been a death sentence.

The man glared up at Loki. “It seemed the most opportune time. The rest of your Avengers friends wouldn’t come to this premiere. I’ve been looking for an opportunity, but you’ve kept her quite under lock and key recently,” he sneered back at Loki.

Loki’s rage started to boil, magic sparking around him. He summoned a dagger at the man’s throat. “You really shouldn’t have tried at all. My lady is fine and now you’ve earned my wrath for trying to take her from me.”

“That bitch is no lady, choosing a monster like you,” the man snarled, stupidly unafraid of the dagger against his throat.

The dagger pressed further into his throat, drawing blood. “You will watch what you say or I will show you what a real monster looks like,” he growled.

“Just kill me and get it over with,” the man replied, more bravely than he obviously felt.

Loki looked to the others outside the cell. “Anything any of you would like to say or do before I kill him?” There was no question that the man was going to die. He’d messed up too badly for Loki to allow him to live. The man had just chosen suicide by Asgardian instead of an honorable death.

“I think we’ve gotten everything of value out of him,” Thor replied. He wasn’t much for torturing people. He preferred clean deaths and just getting it over with.

Loki nodded. “Lady Brynhilde, it was your daughter he harmed. Would you wish to do the honors?”

“Your highness is most gracious, but I will defer that honor to you,” she replied, sure the prince could and would do a perfectly adequate job.

Loki smirked maliciously.

Before he could do anything, though, Bucky’s rage boiled over and he stomped into the cell to accost the man himself. “Did you truly learn nothing about your target before you tried to kill her?” He demanded. “That girl is the sweetest most intelligent person anyone has ever meet and though we dont advertise it, she’s an Avenger too. She has saved the world countless times and you would slaughter her for petty revenge?” Bucky demanded, while Loki stepped back to give Bucky room to do whatever he wanted with the man. Bucky continued to rage, but lost his temper quickly when the man had no remorse.

A moment later the man was screaming when his hands were on the ground, no longer attached to his wrists. Bucky blades were quickly cleaned and resheathed. “Sorry, lost my temper,” Bucky wasn’t upset about dehanding the profusely bleeding man, just for losing his temper.

“I understand. He deserves no less,”

“He has no remorse,” Bucky snarled, still pissed on your behalf. “Just put this piece of filth out of its misery,” he told Loki.

Loki smirked darkly. “I’d be happy to, though I don’t think I should make it easy on him, not after what he put my lady through,” he started dropping his Asgardian form, though only on his hands. “I forget, how long does it take for someone to die of hypothermia?”

Bucky looked shocked for a moment, Loki never willingly showed his Jotun form. “15-20 minutes or so?” Bucky guessed, not having cared to remember the exact number.

Loki’s smirk deepened and he pressed his Jotun hands to the man’s throat, letting the frostbite take hold. The man screamed as the pain of Loki’s skin and intense cold hit him. His skin turned black and blistered. When the screams finally stopped, Loki released him and let his hands turn back to Asgardian as the corpse fell to the ground.

“That was brutal,” your mom told Loki with approval in her voice.

“Nothing less than he deserved for what he did,”

“Guys, you might want to hurry up. She’ getting antsy and I’m not sure how much longer I can keep her from coming down there to check on you,” Nat’s voice cam over the PA. She sounded concerned.

“We’re done here. Tell her I’ll be there soon,” Loki replied, knowing Nat could hear him.

Your mom moved over to the body. “Would you like me to remove the evidence?” she asked them, assuming they had no further use of it.

“If it’s no bother. Otherwise, I could have my brother do it,” he smirked at Thor, who rolled his eyes.

“You may wish to step back,” you mom warned Loki. Once he complied, she snapped her fingers and the body erupted into flames. Moments later, there was no trace of it, thanks to the magical fire.

Loki nodded to her “Thank you, Lady Brynhilde. Now, I think I have a kitten that needs attending to. Would you wish to stay for a while, spend some time with your daughter?”

Your mom considered it, but shook her head. “Y/N will be perfectly fine without me here and I will visit her soon. I best be returning to Bree before she worries more. Heimdall did call me to help you quite suddenly and I could not explain the danger to her.”

“Thank you for your help. I may have been trained by my mother, but healing magic is not something I’ve specialized in,” Loki replied, accepting her decision and truly grateful for her help.

Your mom laughed. “I’m aware, darling. I taught you just as much magic as your mother did. Healing was never your speciality,” she agreed. She bid them goodbye, teleported upstairs to check on you briefly, before she apologized to you and vanished back home.

“Did I mention your future mother in law is terrifying?” Bucky asked truly while he and Loki headed to the elevator, wandering up slowly to give you a few minutes to say goodbye to your mom in peace.

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #submission #monsters and magic #chapter 89 #nekoamamori

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fcrgedstrcngth · 4 years

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Frigga

Face-claim: Rene Russo

Status: semi-active

Main verse: canon; post-Avengers

Biography:

Pre-Thor:

Frigga was born the daughter of a relatively inconsequential Vanir nobleman, and a well-respected witch who had turned her focus towards healing – all the better to be accepted by the Vanir. The youngest of a half-dozen children, she spent much of her younger years three steps behind her mother, watching her heal others, and going on to learn the basics of the art for herself. It was her brothers who ensured she knew how to defend herself, how to wield a sword and daggers, and in time she learned how to use her magic defensively as well.

A fact which she was later grateful for, as her people fell into war with the Aesir. The war was trying for the Vanir, and distasteful to them; soon they began to desire peace, and a truce. Bor, at least, wasn’t a totally unreasonable man, and a truce was soon reached – though it came at an unexpected price for Frigga. Bor’s favored son, Odin, the heir to his throne, had taken note of her – or at least of her beauty – in the council rooms while the truce was being outlined. Part of the price of peace was that Frigga moved to Asgard to become Odin’s wife and eventual queen, and for the sake of her beloved people, Frigga agreed.

It was a difficult transition, though not, at least a difficult beginning to a marriage. She came to care for, and eventually love, Odin, but she struggles with Asgardian culture. The violence that was seeped into every aspect of their lives hurt Frigga’s heart, and though her opinions slowly began to change parts of Odin’s outlook, one woman couldn’t change a whole culture.

In time, she turned her thoughts toward more personal things – hers and Odin’s growing desire to have children. However, it was not something that came easily to them – specifically to Frigga, and healers had never yet been able to heal their own bodies.

It was a painful irony, Frigga thought, that her title became that of the “All-Mother” when Odin took the throne, but it became something that she embraced. If she couldn’t have children of her own, why shouldn’t she “adopt” and look out for all of Asgard? That was her title, after all, and from that angle, it was one she was able to embrace. Her unbreakable love for the Vanir remaining, the notion of it made her feel like a fully-integrated Asgardian at long last.

Yet a miracle was waiting just around the corner for the couple. Frigga became pregnant and gave Odin a perfectly healthy miracle son they named Thor. The miracle even happened a second time; she became pregnant again… but it was not to be. This time, the child, a daughter, was born lifeless.

Amid a chaotic time of war with Jotunheim was not the time to grieve, but Frigga couldn’t help it. She took to her bed, she was so inconsolable with grief for her child and a growing hatred for her own body. Odin’s frequent presence in the warfront – and absence from her – did not help, and Thor was the only reason she was kept from abject depression most days.

Then the war with Jotunheim was over and won, and Odin returned to her – bringing much more home than she had ever anticipated. She was sitting in Thor’s nursery, minding her son – as she’d had energy to do little else since the stillbirth – when Odin came in, traces of the battle still on his armor, and placed a blue-eyed baby boy in her arms. An orphan misplaced in the war, he said, their son now, if she desired it so.

She didn’t question it until that night when they lay together in the darkness, unable to see one another’s expression. How had he found an Asgardian infant on Jotunheim? He hadn’t; the child was a Jotun, but well-disguised of the babe’s own accord, and he need never know his true heritage. He could be their second child, and if the time ever came, revealing that a Jotun had been raised in the Asgardian palace might help bring about true peace and partnership with Jotunheim.

After that night, it was never mentioned again, and the boys became equal in Frigga’s heart… though as the years wore on, she noticed that they were not viewed as equals by their peers. So, she took Loki into her personal tutelage; he had shown signs of proficiency in magic even if he didn’t know how much so, and she taught him how to capitalize upon it. How to use his size as a strength all it’s own, more spells than were perhaps necessary – but he was good at it, and she enjoyed the private time spent with boy… even as he became a man.

Even as she and Odin began to disagree more and more on things, as Thor’s childish character flaws remained despite his age, as Loki began to maintain friendships with fewer people than ever. The flaws in her family were beginning to show, and despite being the All-Mother, Frigga didn’t know how to help her three men. So, she loved them all as fiercely as she could, but it didn’t really help, and she felt increasingly powerless against it all.

Thor:

Especially when Odin banished Thor to Midgard, of all places, with none of his powers or any real context of the culture he was entering. She didn’t like to yell at her husband, but she did then – and he ignored her pleas, regardless.

But as bad as the incident with Thor was, he at least returned home changed for the better.

It was Loki whose issues were more difficult to resolve. In going to Jotunheim, he’d met Laufey, and come home and touched the Casket, discovering his true heritage. Odin, she believed, had done his best to answer Loki’s questions, but clearly, they hadn’t been sufficient answers, because Loki had come to her with his questions while they were at Odin’s bedside. Her heart stuttered in her chest as he explained what he’d discovered, she did her best to answer his questions and ease his obvious disquiet. She knew by the look on his face she hadn’t said enough, even as guards came and presented him with Gungnir, making him king until Odin awoke.

She told herself she’d done her best in the moment, but in the end her best clearly wasn’t enough. Loki fell from the Bifrost, and she grieved, swearing to do better – by Thor, by Odin, by her people.

The Avengers:

And she tried to do better… only to have that wound of her grief ripped back open when Loki reappeared, warped and evil, on Midgard.

She tried to tell them – Thor, Odin, Heimdall, all of them – that something wasn’t right with Loki, but again she was ignored, and the second prince of Asgard was brought home in chains and a muzzle. She spent years visiting him periodically, trying to get him to talk about what had happened, what had changed her boy.

Thor: The Dark World:

In the end, her presence was once again for naught – on all counts. When it mattered, Odin ordered even her from the room and sentenced her son to a life in solitary confinement. Once again, she felt all but helpless to do anything about it.

Feeling increasing trapped and useless, Frigga felt her life shrinking down to visiting Loki via her magic, trying to keep Thor content in a life without the presence of his Midgardian love, Dr. Jane Foster, and distressingly, trying to avoid an increasingly unpredictable Odin. Then, Dr. Foster was on Asgard, and under Frigga’s protection, and a terrible, unprecedented opportunity – a chance to rest, and then do some good.

She used her magic to create the necessary glamours, fighting Kurse with a double until he wrung its neck. She left the double where it was, for Thor, Odin, and Jane to find, going so far as to make it appear that she had stopped breathing. It had taken an enormous effort from her magic so suddenly, but so far as Asgard and her family knew, she was dead. She stayed on Asgard to maintain the double until it was sent up in a funeral pier, while simultaneously keeping the glamour of a peasant woman over herself. With the double gone, she allowed herself to rest from draining her magic, then used a bag from the royal treasury to buy a small spaceship.

Post-Thor: The Dark World:

No one ever discovered where the missing money had gone, so that she knew, and so long as she kept up a glamour, Frigga found herself blissfully free to travel wherever she wanted. She healed wherever she went, giving passage and safekeeping sometimes to those who needed it. She felt useful and happy and good again.

Post-Thor: Ragnarok:

But she had never meant for her absence from Asgard to be permanent, only a long vacation, and she would deal with the repercussions of her hasty actions when she returned. After two years, though, she suddenly heard rumors of a new… dictator, a queen, taking over Asgard. Violently. Frigga returned to her ship, and to Asgard, as quickly as possible.

But Asgard was going up in smoke, and she was barely able to find radio waves claiming to be coming from Asgardian refugees. Yet again, she was just too late. Horrified, still shrouded in a glamour, she rescued the few floating, live stragglers that she could and rendezvoused with them under the care of the last remaining Valkyrie. Staying quietly to the sidelines and always disguised, she helped them rebuild on Midgard, hoping that here, calling herself a healer named Gitte, she could find a way to be useful to the downtrodden people who had no idea she was their queen.

Verses:

FROM THIS MOMENT ON: follows canon MCU and Norse Mythology

ROAD LESS TRAVELED: any other AU threads

AUS:

SO MANY WAYS TO BE: (Descendants) queen of a country near, but not brought into, the US of Auradon

EVER EVER AFTER: (Fairytale) queen

BORROWED BABIES: (Foster Care) foster mother

I SOLEMNLY SWEAR THAT I’M UP TO NO GOOD: (Harry Potter) Ravenclaw seventh-year

ALL THAT GLEAMS AND GLITTERS: (Modern) an orthopedic surgeon

ALTERNATIVELY 1902: (Victorian) disguises herself as a nurse whenever she feels like interacting with the Midgardians

GROW UP WITH THE LAND: (Wild West) disguises herself as a nurse whenever she feels like interacting with the Midgardians

FORWARD TO VICTORY: (World War II) a disguises herself as a nurse whenever she feels like interacting with the Midgardians

Starter Call

#(frigga) all-mother #muses

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fadingcoast · 5 years

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Death Of The Lie || Chapter 21: Proud

AUTHORS: @fandom-and-feminism & @fadingcoast

Summary: Odin and his daughter Hela are the perfect conquerors of the universe. The nine realms fall one after the other into their clutch. After Odin takes a second wife and has a son with her, he doesn’t need Hela anymore. Hela abandons her father and ends up marrying Laufey, a sworn enemy of the Aesir people. Not long after, she becomes pregnant with Laufey’s child. Odin cannot let that son be born, but against all odds, the boy survives. Odin is forced to bring him back to Asgard to be raised as his own until he could make further use of him. The half-Jotun-half-Aesir boy grows up to look and act a lot like his mother, which disturbs Odin, and makes him treat the boy horribly. Odin’s lies are deep and complex, but one day the boy will find out the truth about everything he is.

PAIRING: None RATING: Teen

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Chapter 21: Proud

Twenty-nine months.

Tonight the brush going through Sigyn’s hair was nearly intolerable. Gwyn was just as silent as she was, for the same reason, but neither could even meet the other’s eyes in the mirror. All Sigyn could muster was to stare down into her lap and twirl the gold ring on her finger while her handmaid brushed her hair to a shine, just like every night before. It wasn’t like Loki to wait so long to return a letter.

Not a visit. Nothing. Twenty-nine months.

Word of the unrest plaguing Asgard had reached Alfheim a while back and each day that passed when she heard nothing from him only made her worry about him more. Taking on extra courses at the Sanctum kept her busy between her royal obligations and, if she was honest with herself, she was secretly glad it left her no time to think about Loki.

Except during these quiet times at night, when it was just her and Gwyn and getting ready for bed. Then the worry and the fear would creep up on her like a dark shadow and it was all she could do just to fall asleep after drinking the mead she would sneak from the kitchens.

Tears burned at Sigyn’s eyes and she raised her head to look at Gwyn in the mirror before she completely lost it. “Gwyn, I -”

What she saw in the corner of the reflection would have made her jump if Gwyn hadn’t been there watching her. Standing next to her door with his hands folded patiently behind his back was Loki, or one of his illusions. Given that Gwyn hadn’t seen him in the mirror it was likely the latter. He looked different, the shadows under his eyes deeper, his body leaner but no less defined. There was something new in his eyes, something like desperation and determination at the same time.

Gwyn put the brush down on the table and smiled at Sigyn in the mirror. “Yes, love?”

“I’m ready to go to bed now,” Sigyn said woodenly, trying to hide her shock. “Thank you. Good night.” Obviously unconvinced, Gwyn kissed Sigyn on top of her head and left the room.

“You had better still be there when I turn around,” Sigyn said, her eyes on the illusion smiling back at her solemnly. She spun on her chair and sobbed with relief at the sight of him. Subtle flashes of green dotted the hastily-made illusion as he walked across the room to her, the smile fading once he was standing next to the vanity.

“I’m so sorry,” Loki finally said. “I don’t have time to catch up right now, but I promise I will tell you everything soon.”

“I hope you have a good explanation for making me worry about you so much,” Sigyn scolded him, “because if you don’t, I’m thoroughly kicking your arse the second I see the real you again.”

That made Loki chuckle. “You’re right, and there’s a good reason. But right now there’s something more important, something I need you to do for me.”

Sigyn went to hold his hands, only to make them shimmer. “Yes, of course,” she said, trying to force a smile.

Loki hesitated before speaking again, the illusion flickering with his own doubt. “I- I need you to-” He sighed, and had to stop and gather his thoughts before he tried again. “The library. History of Asgard. I need a detailed account of Odin’s reign as Allfather. Before Frigga, before Thor.”

Eyebrows furrowed, Sigyn frowned at Loki’s vague request. Asgard’s library was full of books - not as much as in the one her own castle, but surely there would be an accurate retelling of Odin’s early years as King. The Aesir were proud enough of him. “Okay,” she agreed slowly, “but why?”

“And I need to know the line of genealogy for Jotnar royalty,” Loki interrupted, ignoring her question. “Not far back. Just the last couple of generations.”

“But Loki, can’t you -”

“Just… please,” Loki practically begged, the illusion flickering again. “I swear to you that I will tell you everything when this is all over. But there are centuries missing in our archives. Empty books with the pages torn out. Whole sections of books with ink splattered all over the paper to blot out whatever it used to say.” His fists clenched at his sides and he began to fidget with his thumb over his fingers. “Asgard’s history has been whitewashed and I need you to find out the truth, Sigyn. My future, our future, may very well depend on it.”

Sigyn knew Loki well enough to know when she wasn’t going to get any further information from him. He always kept his cards close to his chest and he was not going to reveal them until his strategy became clearer. The only way she could find out what terrible secret he was bearing was to play along and get what he needed. Sadly she nodded and her hand reached through the image of his. Even just pretending to hold his hand was better than nothing.

“I’ll get it for you,” she promised, trying to keep her voice strong. “I’ll assume you need discretion, so I will come to you the same way you came to me tonight. Give me two days and meet me in your chambers at sunset.”

This doesn’t feel right, Sigyn thought as she watched Loki’s illusion fade into swirls of green without another word. In her gut it felt like a final goodbye, and she didn’t like it.

But it’s not as though I have much of a choice.

He was not particularly keen on having to put this weight on Sigyn’s shoulders, but as he kicked torn pages and vandalized books that littered his library hideout, Loki understood he was not going to find the answers he seeked in Asgard. Everything about his birth was missing.

I am not their son.

Not a single mention to Frigga’s second gestation, while her first had been recorded in great detail.

I am not an asgardian.

The other end of the room held piles of books of whatever information he could find on Jotunheim. The great war and victory of Odin over Laufey: How they drove the blood thirsty Giants from Midgard, forcing them to retreat to their own world. How Odin’s armies devastated the land and took the Casket of Ancient Winters for safe keeping.

Steal the power source of the Jotuns, for they are vicious, violent, and savage. They rape, and murder, and torture. They spread fear wherever they go. They do not deserve power, for they are malicious and evil. They are monsters.

I am a monster.

Loki looked down at his hands, watching the air around them condense into a heavy fog. The tips of his fingers were turning blue, the nails dark and thick. With a low growl, he let his magic explode briefly, sending the table and all the books it held flying to the nearest wall. His hands went back to normal. He knew he did not have much time, whatever he was going to do, he had to do it fast.

Loki walked across the icy surface of Jotunheim alone, his footsteps in the snow erased by the biting wind just as soon as he made them. His hands were two tight fists swinging at his sides as he approached the ruins of the Jotun palace. The guards by the door gave him a stony look but did nothing to stop him as he resolutely walked to the dais where the Jotnar King sat, glaring down at him as if he were waiting for him to come.

“Welcome back, Asgardian.” Laufey spat the words as if they pained him. “Or perhaps you expect me to say thank you?”

Loki blinked, but gave no sign of uncertainty. As Laufey paused, Loki took time to study him. The chiseled cheekbones, the high forehead, even the knobby knuckles of the king’s hands. Loki had seen them before, on his own body. Watching the rough patterns on Laufey’s skin, Loki remembered the guard that almost froze his hand. Their voice went through his mind again like a ghost. My prince? He wondered if those patterns the cold revealed were those of the royal bloodline or if all of them had it.

“You were the one who let us into Asgard.” Laufey stood up as he spoke, interrupting Loki’s thoughts. “Now my men are dead, and I have no Casket.” He walked closer and towered over Loki. “Why shouldn’t I kill you?”

“I’ve come to make you a proposition.” Loki spoke as steady as he could manage. Now that he was able to see the distinct features he shared with Laufey, he felt as though he was staring up into a mirror. How did I not notice before?

Laufey stood before Loki, staring, waiting for him to speak, and his guards closed in. Loki took a breath to calm himself down. Any sign of weakness and Laufey would cut his head without hesitation.

“I will conceal you and a handful of your soldiers, lead you into his chambers, and let you slay him where he lies.” Loki added a wicked smirk at the end for good measure.

Laufey considered the proposition, and motioned for his men to step back. He gave Loki a cold, joyless smile in return. “Why not kill him yourself? You have enough tricks up your sleeve.”

“I don’t think the people of Asgard would appreciate a king who murdered his predecessor,” Loki said plainly, staring back at him. “I'll keep the throne, and you will have the Casket. When all is done, we will have a permanent peace between our two worlds. Then I will have accomplished what Odin, and Thor, never could. Do you accept?”

Laufey studied Loki’s face. Something akin to curiosity flickered in his dark red eyes. “All this to prove yourself. To whom I wonder…”

Loki didn’t answer, and briefly wondered if Laufey could recognize his own blood in him as plainly as he could

“Very well, then,” Laufey agreed with a nod of his head. “I accept.”

Laufey gave his soldiers a small head move and turned his back to Loki, walking out of the throne room. His guards busied behind him and they began to discuss something in hushed, growling voices. Loki assumed himself to be dismissed but waited until a heavy ice door slammed shut just to make sure.

The bright lights of the Bifrost made Loki feel nauseated, but he knew he had to put up his facade. He had to get through with this, for Asgard, for his future, and for himself. He had to finish what he started or it was all for nothing.

Heimdall waited for him at the other end, eyeing him suspiciously with his piercing golden stare as he stepped through the portal of light. “I turned my gaze upon you in Jotunheim, but could neither see nor hear you,” he said slowly, forming an accusation with his tone. “You were shrouded from me, like the Frost Giants who entered this Realm.”

“I learned that trick when I was a teenager, gatekeeper. And it is nothing compared to what you have hidden from me.” Loki wished he could unleash on him but he needed him. For now.

Heimdall swallowed thickly and straightened his posture. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

That answers that question, Loki thought, as if there was any doubt before that a man who sees all could have known about my past.

Loki began to circle the podium Heimdall was standing on, heading toward the door that led out to the bridge. “You have great power,” he told the gatekeeper, though it was only a formality to keep him listening. “Did Odin ever fear you?”

Heimdall blinked at him but didn’t move, instead increasing his grip on his sword. “No.”

“And why is that?"

"Because he is my King, and I am sworn to obey him.”

“Was your king. You're sworn to obey me now. Yes?”

Heimdall hesitated for an uncomfortably long time. “Yes,” he finally said, just above a whisper.

“Tell me, Heimdall, where are Lady Sif and the Warriors three?” Loki already knew the answer but he wanted to see if Heimdall would confess. He had ordered the gatekeeper to close the Bifrost as soon as he was given the throne and if his hunch was correct it meant that Heimdall had gone against the direct order of the King.

“Tell me, Loki,” Heimdall retorted, perhaps sensing his cover had been blown, “how did you get the Jotuns into Asgard?”

“You think the Bifrost is the only way in and out of the Realm?” Loki asked rhetorically with a sardonic smile, walking around the gatekeeper again to more open space. “There are secret paths between worlds to which even you, with all your gifts, are blind. But I have need of them no longer, now that I am King.” Loki was now standing by the chamber’s door. “I will ask but once more. Where are Lady Sif and the Warriors Three?”

Heimdall clenched his jaw at the question, but did not answer. Loki sighed inwardly. He will never obey me. A tense silence stretched in the small room. He let those fools go to Thor. Loki noticed how Heimdall’s grip on his sword tightened even more.

“Then you leave me no choice.” Loki gripped Gungnir and squared his footing. “For your act of treason, you are relieved of your duties as Gatekeeper, and you are no longer a citizen of Asgard.”

It seemed like Heimdall was waiting for those words to be spoken. A vengeful smile spread across his face and he adjusted his grip to prepare to wield the sword. “Then I need no longer obey you.”

He raised the massive sword and prepared to strike. Loki didn’t move, he didn’t even flinch, as if Heimdall’s actions were expected. With a wave of his hands, he made the air between his palms freeze. A blue cold glow shone bright, and seemed to protect him from Heimdall’s attack, slowing his movements, keeping him away from the prince.

The gatekeeper stared at what Loki had summoned: the Casket of Ancient Winters.

Ice shards swirled from the casket, the winds screamed, as the blizzard inside was unleashed. Snow and hail covered Heimdall, and the bridge around them. The temperature dropped fast, mist hovering over the observatory. Heimdall could not fight the storm. His fingers were frozen to the sword on his grasp, his armor cracked, his skin burned. Soon enough he was encased in an icy tomb, staring at Loki in full Jotun form.

Loki hit the chamber’s floor with Gungnir, making a ringing sound that spread through the metal structure. Then he inserted the staff in the control panel and activated the Bifrost.

“Ensure my brother does not return yet.”

The Destroyer seemed to nod before going inside the Bifrost. Loki took a deep breath and maneuvered on the control panel. The light became bluer and darker, bringing back with her a small group of Frost Giants, led by Laufey himself.

“Welcome to Asgard.”

Frigga took another deep breath and covered Odin’s hand with her own once again, the shock of his barely perceptible pulse still no less alarming. Never before had she felt so hopeless during an Odinsleep, now that it felt like her entire world was crashing down around her. Not only was her husband at his most vulnerable now that he was in his Sleep and his age was beginning to weaken him, but both of her sons were having their own crises she could do nothing to help with. Giving the throne to Loki as a show of good faith was supposed to be for the good of the kingdom, since Loki had always been more level-headed and diplomatic than Thor and she needed to focus on caring for Odin, but she was beginning to question her decision since it appeared to only be making Loki more unstable and withdrawn. The future of the Realm may very well be in jeopardy as a result of her haste.

Shouting coming from the guards outside the chamber doors made Frigga rush to her feet and make a dash for her sword. A brief scuffle followed by two screams of agony had the Queen ready to fight to the death with whoever was on the other side. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw frost spread across the doors and felt a chill settle over the room.

Laufey.

Head held high, Frigga stood her ground as the first Jotun burst through the double doors. She charged at him and cut him down with a single slashing motion and raised her sword once more at the towering Jotun King to do the same.

But the Queen wasn’t fast enough to stop him. Laufey swiped at her with his massive arm and knocked her aside, causing her to hit her head on the wall and crumple to the floor in a daze, her sword meters out of her reach.

Clearly Frigga wasn’t part of Laufey’s plan. He ignored her and proceeded to Odin’s protective bed, easily pushing past the magical golden barrier around him to kneel over his helpless form.

Frigga tried to rise to her feet but her brain couldn’t communicate with her legs and she struggled just to sit upright and focus her eyes. Slowly she willed herself to gather power into her hands, waiting until the right moment to attack - too soon and it would do nothing but annoy him, too late and her husband would be dead. So she pretended to wait and watch as Laufey delivered his speech to his lifelong enemy.

“It is said that you can still see and hear what transpires around you, even in this state. I hope it’s true,” Laufey sneered, “so you know your death came by the hand of Laufey.” He loomed over the Allfather, casting a menacing shadow over him. “This is for Jotunheim. This is for my family.”

A blade of solid blue ice formed in Laufey’s hand and Frigga knew she didn’t have much time left to act. She poured everything she had into the magic she was going to cast at him, making her feel weak and dizzy.

Laufey raised the ice blade over his head, ready to strike, and Frigga lifted her arms as high as she could.

If I die, so will he.

Before she could release the spell, a blast of golden energy hit Laufey from the side and knocked him to the ground. Frigga allowed her magic to dissipate and turned her head to see where the attack came from, nearly sobbing with relief when she saw Loki standing in the doorway, wielding Gungnir like the King she knew he could be. She turned back toward Laufey but he was not dead yet. The Jotun had risen, shaking, to his feet, clutching the side of his abdomen where Loki had hit him. Blood trickled between his bony fingers.

“And your death,” Loki said, raising Gungnir again and coming closer to prepare for another strike, “came by the son of Odin.”

“Loptr…” Laufey looked at Loki with pleading eyes as he fell to his knees. His height was now almost eye to eye with Loki. “Odin’s lies are carved deep in your soul.”

Frigga wanted desperately to get up, to run to Loki and take from him the weight of the words Laufey was clearly going to tell him and kill the Jotun herself. But she was far too weak and had depleted her magic until she could rest again.

“What are you on about, monster?” Loki’s hands trembled as he gripped Gungnir, and directed the spear to hit again.

“My dear Loptr.” Laufey smiled, a sad longing smile. “Did you think I wouldn’t recognize you? Do you think that even with Odin’s spell all over you I wouldn’t see your mother in your eyes?”

Loki’s gaze flicked toward Frigga momentarily, a frantic question written in his eyes. Frigga shook her head - that was one secret she would take to her grave, if only to protect him. Her heart began to break seeing his resolve and his anger unravel before her eyes.

Laufey lifted his hand, as if he were to touch Loki’s face. But he hesitated, and Loki flinched when he saw the gesture. “Loptr...” His voice was gravelly and pained.

“My name is--”

“I know the name the Allfather gave you.” Laufey spat with a heavy breath. “But the name your mother chose was Loptr. Right before she gave her life for you.” The giant covered the wound on his side. A thousand years old wound, reopened, ironically, by Loki’s blast. “I’m sorry I didn’t get back in time to save you. There was nothing I could do to stop Odin from taking you. I’m just happy he didn’t kill you as I know was his intent.”

Loki’s stance slacked, and the grip on Gungnir loosened. At last Frigga was able to muster the strength to crawl while the pair were distracted. After what seemed like hours, finally her trembling fingers closed around the hilt of her sword.

“I am so sorry, Loptr.” Laufey’s voice broke, and his eyes focused on something behind Loki. “I hope you know your mother loved you. As did I.”

Loki was too stunned to move, and stared at the Jotnar King, unable to perceive what was happening around him. He felt the ice cold hand of the king’s grip his arm, and the push that followed. The bright flash of a sword missed his back by mere inches, and found its target in Laufey’s neck. Loki rolled on the floor, his armor and cape soaked with the blue blood that was still spreading all over. He heard a piercing scream, and the loud thump of another body hitting the floor.

More blood.

His head was spinning.

Your mother loved you.

Frigga left the sword impaled on the giant’s body, and dropped to the floor, trying to hold Loki close. But he recoiled from her embrace. “I am so sorry, my son,” she murmured.

“You are not my mother.” Loki spoke barely above a whisper.

I am a monster.

Frigga looked at him, heartbroken, tears on the corner of her eyes. What could she say? The lies had been exposed, and they were bleeding out like an open wound. The temperature in the room dropped, mist hovered on the floor. The blue frost giant blood froze completely. Loki’s magic burst from his body with an anguished scream that never reached his mouth and was set loose through his very skin instead, covering the walls and pillars with ice.

Frigga was knocked back by the impact, freezing the already ice cold blood that soaked her garments. Loki didn’t notice, rage was clouding his senses and the only thing he could focus on were the last words Frigga spoke to him as his mother.

Make your father proud.

Loki grabbed Gungnir and stood up, making his way towards the door. But he didn’t go far. Stopped by a bright flash of lightning, he slipped on the floor again. Thor stood in the doorway, fully armored and wielding Mjolnir once again.

“Thor!” Frigga managed to stand up and run to Thor, who welcomed her embrace, but kept his eyes fixed on Loki.

Loki narrowed his eyes at Thor, not bothering to hide his disdain. “So you managed to make way back to Asgard.” After I did all the hard work, of course.

“Despite your efforts to keep me away!” Thor gripped his hammer and pointed it towards Loki, ready to blast once more.

Frigga looked at Loki, her eyes denoting alarm and confusion. “Loki?”

“Why don’t you tell mother how you sent the Destroyer to kill our friends? To kill me?” Thor pushed.

“It must have been enforcing Father’s last command,” he offered, forcing a mocking smirk.

“You're a talented liar, brother. Always have been.”

I am not your brother.

Loki could feel his blood boil, and laughed coldly. “This family is full of talented liars!!”

Thor, confused, looked at Frigga. The Queen was openly crying now, head down in shame.

I am a monster.

Destroy the monster.

Make your father proud.

Suddenly it was as though his mission was clear. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to destroy Jotunheim.”

<< Chapter 20 – Chapter 22 >>

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juliabohemian · 6 years

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A little rant about Loki and “anonymous” fan-fiction reviews

AO3 is my main fan-fiction site. I continue to post on FF merely as a courtesy. Because that is where I originally started posting my fan-fiction.

I recently posted a post Infinity War story that involves Thor using the Time Stone to return to the time period of Avengers 1. He talks Loki into handing over the scepter and uses it to close the portal before most of the Chitauri can enter through the wormhole. It wasn't terribly long. It was just a little something that I churned out one morning before work. At some point in the story, Thor asks the Avengers "are any of you without transgression?"

Now this “guest” reviewer at FF (because we can only moderate guest reviews now, instead of blocking them altogether) decided to say “They don't willing commit murder in the name of Their selfish desires at the expense of others. Not to mention genocide and subjugating the world.”

Now the first thing that comes to mind, other than how idiotic a comment this is, is what the point is of leaving such a comment in the first place. It’s not like you’re going to change MY point of view about this character. I clearly went to all the trouble to write this story, meaning that not only do I see Loki a certain way, but I do so to the point that I am willing to elevate it to art. I’m just disappointed that I can’t respond to this asshat, with the meta they so rightly deserve. So I will post it here instead.

It’s important to note that when Thor asks this question, there’s no one he’s addressing who hasn’t killed someone, at some point. And yes, I include Captain America. Killing is killing. I don’t care who it was. I don’t care why you did it. If we are using killing as a criteria for Loki’s evilness, then we will apply that same criteria to all characters.

Now to address this person’s claims:

Loki willingly commits murder:

I suppose that’s true. He did kill some people when he landed on Earth. Except that I subscribe to the theory that Loki was under the influence of the Mind Stone when he did this. So outside of his behavior in Avengers, Loki’s violence is limited to that which would be considered acceptable by the warrior society in which he dwells. He did still kill people, though. I guess my point is, if that doesn’t make the Avengers “bad people” then it shouldn’t make Loki bad either.

Loki does things in the name of selfish desire:

Nope sorry. This is just plain wrong. Loki isn’t greedy. He’s not looking to amass an empire. The worst we saw of Loki was when he was under the influence of the Mind Stone. It took his worst qualities and magnified them and made him say stupid things, like KNEEL. But about that -kneeling before royalty is a common practice where Loki comes from. His own mother knelt before him when he took over as King in the first Thor movie. So clearly it’s a sign of respect and not subjugation. Loki’s primary motivation, outside of the period during which he was under the influence of the Mind Stone, was to win Daddy’s approval. That’s not really selfish. It’s kind of pathetic. But it’s not selfish.

Loki committed genocide:

No. No he didn’t. This has never happened. Why do people keep saying it? Loki wanted to, yes. But let’s talk about that. Let’s consider for a moment that Loki was thoroughly convinced that killing all the Frost Giants would earn his father’s approval. You know who else thought that? Thor. That tells us that to these two, slaughtering your enemy is an acceptable idea. It’s not a sign of wickedness. It’s a bi-product of living in a warrior society.

Loki tried to subjugate the world:

You know who wasn’t affected by Loki’s visit to Earth during Avengers 1? About 99.9% of the world’s population. Loki frightened some people in Germany. He blew up a S.H.I.E.L.D. base and he destroyed a lot of property in lower Manhattan. Overall casualties were under 100. Did Loki actually plan to rule Earth? Not, as Phil Coulson pointed out, with any degree of conviction.

And we found out in Ragnarok what sort of ruler Loki would be, given the chance. I’m American, and you know who we’ve got at the helm right now. I would take Loki as the replacement leader of my country in a heartbeat.

Now I don’t mind people disliking Loki simply because they don’t like him. I dislike characters sometimes and I know I have no decent reason. They just annoy me. I DO mind people disliking Loki because they have sufficient critical thinking skills to assess his character properly.

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logun-vakt-maga-lokison · 6 years

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Sorry to bother you, but I have a question about the post you made about it being called polytheism for a reason. How did you get in contact with the Gods/Deities? I've read a lot of how-to posts but none of them make a lot sense to me. I'm mainly asking how you did it, if you don't mind. Thank you for your time! 💖

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barcaavengers · 6 years

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Change of Plans || Loki Laufeyson Imagine

Note: Hi everyone! Since I have no muse for football imagines because I was sucked into my Marvel love after the trailer of IW and watched Thor: Ragnarok I ended up doing a little something for the villain we all love. I just had a random idea and it might turn into a small series, so let’s see how this goes. First time writing Marvel Imagine so I’m excited to hear feedback from you guys! I hope you enjoy it!

Warning: A few Thor: Ragnarok spoilers! So heads up!

If there was one thing you hated the most was to wait for your boyfriend to show up so you could at least know he was alright, for real. His ability to duplicate himself, more like the illusion of such, came in handy when you missed him, wanting to know that he was safe back in Asgard, but it wasn’t enough. You had been the only one to know where he was after he faked his death because he had come to Earth and to you.

You two had met in one of his…evil visits to Earth after he showed up at the wrong place where you were practicing your electrokinesis ability and he was curious about it. Even when he denied it, you were sure that his first thought was that he wanted you to join him in his plans. He was subtle about it alright, but after so many resistance and him finding some fondness in you, he decided against it. At least that’s how you thought it happened, it was still unclear and you never wanted to bring up those days again, not after everything between you two.

After then, he started to come to Earth in a few hours visits to be around you. At first you thought it was because he wanted to subtly insist on you joining him, but it then came to flirts and laughs and spending time together and that’s how it all happened. He also helped you with your abilities that consisted of precognition, electrokinesis, tracking and the basics of superhuman abilities like strength and speed. He would help you in focusing and finding out how to use them at their full potential. That’s when you noticed that he wasn’t as evil as everyone thought.

He wasn’t very fond of the idea of you joining the Avengers, and the way he found out, through his brother Thor, didn’t really help the cause. Even so, he just had you promise that you wouldn’t believe or let them get into your head about how bad he was and all the evil he has caused. You just accepted the fact that you agreed to be the girlfriend of a man who couldn’t be trusted and had evil written all over him, at least to the rest of the world because with you he wasn’t any of that. You had wanted to go to his planet, to know where he belonged but he refused to because of his reputation back there. It showed you that deep down, Loki does care for what other people think of him in the end.

”Hey” you greet as you open the door after he knocked on. “What are you doing here? I thought you were too busy in Asgard” you say and leave the door open. He hasn’t stop by in a while ater he decided to go back, you weren’t aware of the reason for it.

”Good to see you too, love” he says as he steps in and looks around. “You changed the place.”

”You changed” you turned around as you thought of something to say but as soon as you looked at him again, you noticed that you couldn’t stay mad at him, “your suit selection” you finished just to not show he had you in awe. Black looked so good on him and went so well with those blue eyes….

”You like it?” He asks as his arms open and you have to resist the urge to smirk. “Come on, love. Is this how you will greet me after a long time of not seeing each other?” He asks as he takes a step closer to you.

”I thought you were dead for real this time” you say without looking at him, your tone showing how hard you were trying to not sound worried and just sound mad at him.

”I would never do such thing before letting you know. I would’ve showed up with my last strength to say my farewells” he says and cups your face between his hands and placing a soft kiss to your lips. A shiver ran down his spine at the return of the new feeling of his lips on yours and the contrast of his cold skin against your warm one.

”Where have you been?” You ask with a frown as he rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed.

”Here and there” he replies and you punch him softly and he chuckles. “Is it strange for me to say if I have been impersonating my father?” He asks and you lift your gaze to eye him clearly confused. “I have been ruling Asgard, even scripted a whole play about my death so everyone could know what it truly happened.”

Your eyebrows raise and you give him a sarcastic look, “You have been telling the truth to other people? About your fake death?”

”…Slightly leaving the fake word out of it until yesterday where my brother decided it was a good time to return home and exposed me, but it doesn’t matter.” He waves off.

”Thor is back?” You ask with a smile and immediately regret it. You loved Thor like a brother and vice versa, even if he didn’t knew that he actually was since you were dating Loki, but nobody knew that. Your relationship was a well kept secret between the two of you since he didn’t want the Avengers to not trust you for dating an evil person who tried to kill them all once. Now questioning about Thor the way you did made you feel like Loki got the wrong way of it and ignited some jealousy in him after seeing him clench his jaw.

”Yes, he is back” he replied coldly and let’s go of you. “In fact, we will be around soon since he wants to speak with father about Surtur” he says and sits on the couch.

”Is there something wrong?”

”He took Surtur’s crown to stop him from causing Ragnarok, but there is something bothering him and wants to speak with Odin” he shrugs. “As much as I like speaking about myself and problems, I want to hear about you, my princess” he says and pats the sofa besides him. “How are those abilities of yours doing?”

”Master them already” you say not helping but to smile as you walk and sit besides him. “I definitely didn’t see you coming, though. Maybe it was because I lost hope that you wouldn’t be back. That perhaps you found someone else…” you admit to him and he hushes you.

”Never” he says and places his hand on the back of your neck, pulling your face close to his and brushing his lips along yours. “You have no idea how much I yearn your presence” he whispers and you feel yourself melting. You lean in and kiss him, this time passionately and as if it were the last time you might see him again but also trying to pour all your feelings into the kiss after not being with him so long. His fingers tangle on your hair and you sigh, his free hand now resting on your waist pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. You have missed the feeling of him, there was no doubt in that, and you wanted to make up for the lost time.

Kissing him again was just like the first time. Shivers, butterflies, feeling complete…All those feelings were back and you were glad they were. Nobody had heard from him or Thor and you had been worried sick that they might have been in danger and you weren’t able to know. No wonder you weren’t able to see what Loki was doing after so long, he was acting like his father and for some reason, when he created those illusions, you couldn’t track him when you tried. Although your tracking wasn’t very strong because it wasn’t fully developed on you as you grew up. It was that one ability that you wish you could enhance but you couldn’t because it wasn’t fully there.

”My princess…” he mutters into the kiss and you smile. “My love…” you move to kiss his neck and he groans. “As much as I would love to be intimate with you at the moment, I’m afraid I can't…” he says and you pull away with a glare.

”Pardon?” He chuckles at the word since you never said it until he started to be around you more often and it just stuck. It was hard to get rid of it.

”I have to meet my brother soon, remember? I can’t miss it or he will wonder where I am or show up. We can’t have that…” He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand and you lean into it as you frown.

”Will you come back later? Like, actually you?”

”Of course” he says and kisses your forehead. “Even if it is a second me, I wouldn’t want to have him touching you when I could…”

”It is not the same either” you admit and he smiles.

”I’m sorry I didn’t at least show up that way all this time. I was being watched and with people all the time like my father. If I pushed them away they’d think there was something wrong and I couldn’t have that.”

”It’s okay” You assure him and he smiles.

”I’ll see you later” he gives you a tender kiss before standing up. “Behave” he smirks mischievously before he walks out and he is gone in seconds.

Days passed and you haven’t heard from Loki. He didn’t return as he said, yet again. You tried to track him but it was such a weird image, your ability was weaker than usual. You couldn’t quite place anything from the imagine as they were blurry and it had you feeling frustrated so you just head to bed.

”Boo” you hear on your ear and you quickly wake up and channel electricity around you, sending Loki to the floor after the sudden burst.

”What the hell, Laufeyson?!” You say as you sit up and rush to him as you crawl on the bed to see him. “Are you okay?”

”Electric, but that’s fine” he jokes and you roll your eyes and sit on the bed, running a hand through your messed hair. “Good to know they are working” he refers to your powers as he moves to sit on the bed. “Before you ask or say anything” his hands raise in the air, “I have an explanation”.

”I’m listening” you say as you move to rest your back on the header.

”Long story short. We have an evil, older sister who is trying to rule Asgard and she sent me to some strange place along with Thor” he explained as he joined your side. “She gets her power from Asgard and she is there which makes her too strong…She broke Thor’s hammer and she is creating an army.”

”Oh…” you say as your eyebrows furrow. “Well something exciting had to happen, right? Someone else in the family had to be evil” You say with a smirk and he follows. “What’s the plan?”

”Thor got Hulk…Yes, he is back and trust me that is not a pleasant thing” he says with a hand up. “And a Valkyrie in his team to stop Hela-”

”I’m in.”

”What? No, you are not in. I’m not telling you this for you to join. I’m doing it to tell you about the danger that is going in case I don’t make it back-”

”Reason why I am in” you interrupt.

Loki let’s out the longest, exasperated sigh you have heard him do. “You are still new to all of this. There is no way I’m exposing you. She is the Goddess of Death” he emphasizes on the last word.

”Let me help. I can at least tell you what she is up to. I just need to have something from her or see her to know…”

”No. Y/N” he sighs with his eyes closed. “Which is the reason why we agreed to not let anyone know about us for now?”

”Because you didn’t want anyone getting in my head and brainwash me saying you are evil?”

”Correct. Then there is my personal reason number two which is me keeping you safe. I can’t have someone finding out about you and hurt you to have their way. If Hela finds out, I’m sure she’d do something to get to me.”

”You are stronger than that. You don’t bend so easily.”

”In other circumstances if someone else was threatened I’d say ‘I don’t care. Slash their throat’. When it comes to you, I wouldn’t dare to say that even if it was to show that I don’t care so they set you free.”

”You don’t have to bring me yourself, though” you insist. “Ask Thor to bring me in. He knows where to find me and-”

”Why does my brother know where to find you, may I ask?”

”Avengers purposes, baby. Nothing to worry about, you know that.”

”I am not a baby.”

”It’s a pet name. Like when you call me princess and love” he was still getting used to Midgardian…things.

”Midgardians can be so strange…” he says and you push him, making him chuckle.

”You are dating a Midgardian, watch out” he chuckles again and moves so he is laying down on the bed. “You are staying the night?” You ask and your whole body feels like it’s floating from the happiness that he might stay. It’s been awhile since he had spent the night with you in your bed. He stayed a few hours, making sure you’d fall asleep and watch your dreams before he left. Same as for when you two were intimate, he’d stay for a few more hours before leaving to not draw attention since back to those days the Avengers were constantly around you and visiting you.

”Yes. Unless you want me to leave?”

”Never” you say as you lay next to him and he holds you close with one arm. “It’s just.. It’s been a while.”

”I know” he kisses your temple. “But I don’t really have my chambers anymore with Hela being in Asgard.”

”So you are just staying the night to have somewhere to sleep in?”

”It sounds so evil when you say such thing” he says. “But no, I owe you for my constant disappearances and not being around as often as I should” he explains. “I know I should be around often, be your escort, take you to places like you humans do.”

”You know I don’t mind you not doing that. I know you have different traditions or something like that. As long as you are around and I know you are okay, I’m okay.”

”Look at you, caring and worrying for a God.”

”Shut up” you roll your eyes and get closer to him. “Go to sleep.”

”As you please” he says in his thick accent.

”Will you consider my idea?”

”It will be considered…” he says. “Now rest.” You smile before closing your eyes.

”Thank you for joining, Lady Y/N” Thor says while you stand on the spaceship with him, Hulk, and Valkyrie.

”At your service always” You say and he smiles. “Do we know how this will go?”

”Shouldn’t you know? You have those futuristic visions, don’t you?” Valkyrie says.

”Yes. Technically, but I mean the plan.”

”Get everyone out of Asgard. Loki should be working on that getting a new ship.”

”Then fight Hela.” Valkyrie says.

”Sounds like a plan…” You turn to Bruce. “You are awfully quiet.”

”Just thinking of how we are going to do this wisely, don’t mind me” he says and you smirk.

”Oh so that’s the rainbow bridge…” you mutter as you see the colorful bridge under the ship.

”How do you know about it?” Thor asks and you slap yourself in your head.

”I, uh, heard about it” you shrug and add quickly. “You will wait for her in the throne?” You ask Thor and he looks at you curiously. “Sorry I saw it now.”

”She knows I’ll be there. Watch out for the bridge while my brother gets the ship so we can save the people. Heimdall should be leading them to the Bifrost by now. Just watch their back” Thor says and your head nods as the spaceship comes down.

”I’ll meet you guys down there” you say before jumping out of the spaceship and landing on the bridge swiftly with bended legs to soften the impact.

It takes a few minutes you’d say for things to go crazy. Hela’s dead army was coming from the other end of the bridge to be face to face with the Asgardians. While you make your way to Heimdall, Bruce jumps from the ship and lands in his Hulk form to take on the giant wolf. The Asgardians take out their weapons and soon enough they are battling against Hela’s army.

Your attacks are quick and deadly as you fight. You duck as one of the undead come to you with a sword and burst some lightning out of your hand sending him back and against two of them. You turn around and kick one on the chest, having the sword forward and you reach for it in mid air before spinning and stabbing another. You look up at the tower and even then you can see Hela with Thor in the distance and you clench your jaw. Your feet before you can move them yourself, moving forward to fight Hela until you hear the soft buzzing of a ship.

”Your savior is here!” Your whole body spins to the direction of the voice and your heart flutters. Of course it had to be Loki. Without looking you shoot a lightning bolt at an enemy as Loki comes down from the ship. “Sorry I’m late, love” he says with a smirk and touches your cheek briefly before moving forward into the battle. You stand there for a moment, not wanting to admit you were surprised by the public display of affection he just made before following him.

You kick and punch your way around the enemy, managing to keep some lightning on the sword in your hand and making your attacks deadlier as Heimdall rushed the Asgardians to the safe ship. You are kicked behind your legs and you are quick to roll to your back and hold the sword that was about to stab your chest. You grunt as you hold it, arms shaking from the strength you were doing to push it back and when you do, the guy is being knocked and sent flying over the bridge by Loki. He turns and does a flip to hit someone besides him and as you stand up, he slides a few feet away from you, flipping his dark, raven hair. You could only stare…not even breath at how majestic he looked doing so, and even as he stabs an enemy down. He flips his helmet in his hand as he stands up and you nod your head at him with a smile and he just smirks. What a cocky, extra Frost Giant was he.

You two rush into each other before a few inches away you pass each other and fight the opponent behind the other. He takes your arm in a move and he bends down slightly, having you roll over his back and kick back three opponents. You land gracefully on your feet and burst some lightning and smile at yourself.

”You had a great mentor” Loki says besides you and you look at him.

”I learned that from the Avengers” you tease and you two look at each other before you see a lightning from the corner of your eye. You two look at the same time and spot the lightning striking the tower and Thor covered in lightning as he lands on the bridge and bursting the same as yours. He twisted in the air and you had to admit, he looked badass like that.

”Was about time he learned his true powers.” Loki says. “Can you do that?”

”The air twisting while bursting lightning from my whole body? Not a chance. That’s a God like thing” you say as you watch Thor. You look behind you and spot Valkyrie walking out if the ship, that was currently bursting with fireworks, like if she were a model and you smile. “Wow” you admit out loud and watch her take down a few opponents.

Thor approaches Loki and you try to act normal, you look down at Hulk fighting the wolf under the bridge as they talk before Valkyrie passes by and you look back to see Hela on the bridge. The three of you walk forward and Hulk soon joins standing by Thor, there is a distinct conversation between the brothers but you don’t listen much as you are focus on deciphering Hela’s next move. Your skin had goosebumps as you looked at her, taking in the black horns that came from her hair and the black and green combat suit. It resembled Loki’s so much that you wondered if Thor wasn’t the adopted one, there were too many similarities.

”Leave it to me, brother.” You hear Loki say and turns on his heel.

”Where are you going?”

”He will revive Surtur. It was never about stopping Ragnarok, it was about making it happen” Thor says and now it made sense.

”I’ll go” you offer randomly. Valkyrie, Hulk and Thor look at you rather confused while Loki just smirks. “You don’t need two lightning people, besides, we don’t know if there is more of her army back there” you say.

Thor nods his head rather hesitantly, “Be careful” he says and you smile at him. “Brother” he gets Loki’s attention, “She is on you.”

Loki’s smirks only screams that he took that the other way but was trying to conceal it. You wanted to shock him for that because you couldn’t keep a straight face. “No worries, brother.” He says before he starts walking to the fallen spaceship and you follow.

”Wipe that smirk off that face before I do.” You say as you two rush.

”Or you will be on me?” He teases.

”Or I won’t be on you anymore.”

”Almost makes me want to not do as such. I’d like to see you struggling with yourself.”

”Shut up and drive, Laufeyson.”

”Yes, love.” He says once in the ship and pressing a few buttons before the ship took off to the other side of the bridge. You stand besides him and be reaches for your hand and kissed the top of it, “You did quite well down there” he says and you smile.

”Thanks.”

”We make a good team, don’t we?”

”We sure do.” You say and he smiles up at you before tugging you down and pressing a kiss to your lips, a rather quick one and you hate it when he does that. You craved his kisses so much and he teased you with just a few pecks here and there knowing exactly what he did to you.

Upon arriving to the castle, you two stepped down and rushed inside only to find the place being several feet underground. “Down here” he says and takes your hand before pulling you with him in a jump.

The place was dark and only a few torches here and there lit up the underground passage once you have both landed. “Light?” You ask and flick your fingers for a few bolts of electricity to appear around your hand and wrist.

”I prefer darkness” he says behind you and you jump as he pulls you to him and kisses your neck.

”Loki” you whine and he chuckles. “After this is over we will have plenty of time for ourselves. Your brother needs us” you say as you take his hands to release their embrace around your waist.

”He can handle himself for a couple more minutes. Let’s have a little moment in the middle of all this madness” he turns you around and you glare at him as he smiles brightly before soon he rolls his eyes. “Unbelievable” he let’s go before he starts walking again.

”I love you, though” you smirk. Yeah, you made it really obvious you loved him. Ever since you found out what he has been through you have never hesitated to show affection towards him. He was still getting used to it, he was still showing struggles to reciprocate the affection so bluntly out of nowhere like you did, and he has only said the L word, at least in that sort of meaning and not as a pet name, in one occasion and it had been when you were falling asleep yet he thought you were already and had whispered it. You never brought it up, but it warmed your heart so much to know he felt like that towards you. You never questioned him, never demanded he said it back, you will just give him his time until he was ready. For now, he only smiled and finally reached a helmet like figure with two big horns. “Surtur?”

”Correct. Now, the Eternal Flame” he says and you follow and suddenly he stops and looks at a blue shining cube. “Take that.”

”What? Isn’t that one of the infinity stones?” You ask as you approach it.

”Yes, love, but if we are going to cause Ragnarok it is going to destroy Asgard and we can’t lose that stone” he explains.

”Right.” He was right, you couldn’t leave the stone there to be destroyed, and unprotected. You reach for the cube while Loki dropped the crown in a flame before quickly reaching for your hand.

”Let’s go.” He says and you two are suddenly on your way to the ship and taking off, you tug your coat forward and place the heavy Tesarract in the inside pocket and move on. The sky was already turning orange as you saw the demon behind you coming to life and becoming bigger.

”This is crazy…”

”Madness” he says with a smirk and looks over his shoulder at you. “Welcome to what once was Asgard.”

”Wish you would’ve brought me here before” you say. “It looked beautiful.”

”It was” he smiles, that one smile where you know he is reviving some fond memories.

Soon enough, you two are on the Asgardian ship as Thor is being crowned as King of Asgard, with Loki by his side. After they decide to head to Earth, you are looking out of the window away from the crowd and Loki approaches you.

”I guess you can now take me to those places in New York” he says as he stands besides you.

”I’d like that” you say as you look up at him. How were you even able to get someone like him in your life? “You’d like it. I’m sure. Central Park, Bryant Park…You will have places to sit and read peacefully when you want to.”

”Of course” his arms are held on his back and his gaze drops for a moment. “Y/N, may I ask you a question?”

”Sure” you say and look out the window again, nervous about how serious he sounded already.

”Since now we will go back to Earth and we have to do this whole…Midgardian thing and get used to it and get new places…” he hesitates and in his next intake of breath, you can sense the God of Mischief was nervous, maybe for the first time ever. “I was hoping if you could have me…If I could stay at your place until I settle everything down.”

Your jaw falls open and your eyes widen as you look at him.

”You don’t need to. I just…I thought that now that we will be on the same planet and all, maybe I could make it up for the times I was not around. Of course, I will understand if your decision is not the one I hope for…” you haven’t even answered and he was already jumping to conclusions and you were hearing a pinch of hurt in his tone.

”Hey” you say to catch his attention and he turns to you. “Why is the God of Mischief so nervous about asking a mortal something he could do without questioning?” You ask and push him lightly and have him walk backwards and he smiles.

”I guess I rather ask for permission and give you a fair warning. I’d still do it anyway” he says back playfully, but you know he is still expecting an answer.

”You are being nice, what a change” you tease and he lowers himself on the corner of the ship so he is on your same eye level, his arms hesitantly go around your hips and hold you close. You stay silent for a moment as he smirks at your words, your fingers run through his sweaty hair from the battle and his eyes close briefly as you run your hand to the back of his neck. “Loki” you say softly and he opens those gorgeous blue eyes. “You are more than welcomed” you peck his lips and pull back.

”Is that a yes?”

”It is” you peck his lips again and this time he smiles against your own. “You can stay as long as you want…”

”What if I want my stay to be a little bit…indefinite?”

You look into his eyes, trying to read him. Trying to find out if he really meant those words. His hues were soft, no sign of evil, no sign of him thinking ahead for a plan, just Loki in his softest persona. One that he has only showed around you and has never tried to turn his words again. “You…want…?”

”Perhaps” he smiles and you can’t help but grin.

”Loki, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted that to happen” you admit.

”I have yearned it ever since I found out you did not judge me or thought I was a monster even after I-”

”You are no monster, my prince” you say, mocking slightly the last word making him break the eye contact he had with you to look to the side as he smiled, hiding a soft blush. “You” you peck his cheek, “are” a peck on his forehead and he laughs, “gorgeous” you kiss his lips and he sighs. “Even after your true form, I still love you. It doesn’t change and I don’t think it will ever change” your fingertips trace his cheekbone. “So yes, you can move in…”

He eyes you curiously, “Move…?”

”In other words, you can live with me” you explain and he stays serious. He looks into your eyes as if he was seeing the most precious thing for him and you felt your cheeks heating up.

”Thank you” he days before he pulls you closer and kisses you and you sigh happily. He pulls away and kisses you again but softer, taking his time.

”I wish I could have at least been told” Thor’s deep voice sounds besides you and you both push away from each other’s embrace in surprise, eyes wide open. “So this wouldn’t shock me as much” he gestures and Loki looks at you.

”We…I….It just…You know…”

”At least now I don’t have to worry about my brother staying with me and disturbing peace. Thank you for that” Thor says and you smirk.

”I will still stop by brother” Loki says.

”Predictable” Thor says with a face and looks at you. “Unpredictable, definitely. My brother? How?”

You shrug at his words, “Eeh, well, one of his visits around. He found me experimenting on my powers and from there on it just led to all of this.”

”Makes sense.” Thor says and looks at Loki. “Behave, she is a great lady and warrior.”

”I taught her” Loki cockily says and you push him.

”I recall teaching her the moves she showed today, besides, we are lightning partners.” Thor grins at you and you take two steps forward and high five him and he chuckles.

”Yeah. Yeah.” Loki rolls his eyes.

You both turn to look out the window, Loki reaches for you and pulls you to his side by your waist as you stand between the brothers. “I’m sure everything will be better than before. It will take time to get used to it, but whatever you all need, I’ll be there. I’m sure the Avengers will also help, it can be our chance to get back together as a team” you tell Thor.

”Thank you. I hope they are as optimistic as you are” Thor says and pats your back.

Your lips part to answer but just then a shadow falls upon you three and the ship, you all look forward and see a bigger spaceship, gold in its color, or so you can tell, right before yours. “Another ship of yours?” You ask the brothers.

”No.” Thor says, jaw clenched.

”Thanos.” Loki says, his jaw clenching as well. “We gotta move.” He let’s go of you and quickly gets on a somewhat defensive stand.

”I’ll get them to move faster” Thor disappears quickly to the front of the ship.

”He is here for the Tesarract, isn’t he?” You don’t notice, but you are dressed in your combat clothe thanks to Loki.

”Yes.”

”…You knew this would happen, didn’t you?”

”I didn’t knew he’d come after us so quickly” he says as his eyes are fixed on the ship.

”But you knew it” you say and glare at him. “Loki, what are you up to?”

”Just know that we will be okay. It’s just a slight change of plans” he says with a grin. “Now, let’s go get ready” he says and gets past you.

You stand there for a few seconds thinking, trying to figure out what the God was up to, but there wasn’t anything you could do now but trust him on what he had in mind this time.

#loki imagine #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson imagine #loki #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #thor ragnarok imagine #thor ragnarok imagines #(mine)#(change of plans)

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forgcdstrength · 3 years

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Frigga

FACE-CLAIM: Rene Russo

STATUS: semi-active

ORIENTATION: panromantic bisexual

MAIN VERSE: canon; post-Avengers

BIOGRAPHY:

PRE-THOR:

THOR:

But as bad as the incident with Thor was, he at least returned home changed for the better.

THE AVENGERS:

And she tried to do better… only to have that wound of her grief ripped back open when Loki reappeared, warped and evil, on Midgard.

THOR: THE DARK WORLD:

POST-THOR: THE DARK WORLD:

POST-THOR: RAGNAROK:

VERSES:

FROM THIS MOMENT ON: follows canon MCU and Norse Mythology

ROAD LESS TRAVELED: any other AU threads

AUS:

SO MANY WAYS TO BE: (Descendants) queen of a country near, but not brought into, the US of Auradon

EVER EVER AFTER: (Fairytale) queen

BORROWED BABIES: (Foster Care) foster mother

I SOLEMNLY SWEAR THAT I’M UP TO NO GOOD: (Harry Potter) Ravenclaw seventh-year

ALL THAT GLEAMS AND GLITTERS: (Modern) an orthopedic surgeon

ALTERNATIVELY 1902: (Victorian) disguises herself as a nurse whenever she feels like interacting with the Midgardians

GROW UP WITH THE LAND: (Wild West) disguises herself as a nurse whenever she feels like interacting with the Midgardians

FORWARD TO VICTORY: (World War II) a disguises herself as a nurse whenever she feels like interacting with the Midgardians

BOLDLY GO: (Star Trek) Star Fleet counselor

Starter Call

#muses #(bio; frigga) all-mother

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anthropologicalhands · 7 years

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fosterson week day one: post-tdw

Despite my lack of writing for them, I still have such a soft spot for Fosterson. Here’s a silly fic for them about the immediate aftermath of Thor’s return. This was mostly written in late 2013.

Thor and Jane do not sleep together immediately after he returns to Earth. Much as Jane would like that, she really would, if he’s going to live here, they need to be careful.

There is, however, kissing.

Quite a lot of kissing.

And they don’t stop touching each other. Even after she’s pulled him into the apartment and they’re sitting at the kitchen table and he’s telling her of his decision to leave Asgard, to join them on Midgard, their hands remain firmly clasped.

It’s a lot to take in.

Especially worrying to Jane is that she is not concerned by this turn of events. That Thor has returned to Earth for her, and the sum total of all the hours they have spent together is scarcely a glimmer next to the years they have spent apart and really, how many relationships stand up against those odds?

The answers, to Jane, seem much simpler than they should be. She likes Thor, is intensely attracted to him in a manner she has never experienced with anyone. He likes her enough to move in with her on another planet (dear god). They just saved the world together. They’ll manage.

There’s a lull in the conversation after he finishes his explanation and her questions have been exhausted and matched point for point. They now sit together on the couch in the main room. Mjolnir is dangling easily from the coat rack and a small part of Jane’s mind still wants to know how that is possible. They are sitting close, knees touching, one of his large hands held by both of her own. His palm and fingertips are rough, but warm.

“You’ll be staying here, right?” asks Jane, even though she doesn’t really have any doubts. Thor has as little love for S.H.I.E.L.D. as she does, and while Tony Stark has apparently been redesigning Stark Tower after the crisis at Christmas, she isn’t quite certain about the extent of Thor’s friendship with his fellow Avengers.

Thor smiles at her. His face seems lighter now; the grief of Loki’s passing no longer so heavy a shadow across his face. “Wherever you go, Jane, I will follow.”

Jane ducks her head so that Darcy and Erik (who are blatantly spying on them) don’t see how wide her smile is. “That’ll be here—for a little while at least. I mean, we have some residual data to record. But this—” she gestures at the closed in walls of her mother’s upstairs flat. “—is not permanent. We’ll move again.”

Thor’s eyes crinkle at the corners and his teeth flash white. “They will suffice for as long as you need them,” he says. “I see. Is there a room I can sleep in for tonight?”

There is no expectation there. Jane realizes she hadn’t even thought about where Thor would sleep, if he returned with her.

Equally, she realizes that that is not quite a…thing (why yes, she is a detail-obsessed astrophysicist, shut up kindly) that she is ready to tackle yet. Her logical brain seems to take a Thor-shaped shortcut every time a relationship touchstone springs up.

First kiss less than two days after they first met?

It’s Thor.

Spend two years researching more furiously than ever and having her heart break more than once for said guy she’s known less than three days?

Thor.

Go visit him and meet his parents after only knowing him for three days and not seeing him for two years?

…not entirely her call, but still Thor.

Take up kissing said almost-stranger again as soon as she goes home with him?

Look at him!

But Thor is here now, with her again, and not going anywhere soon. Perhaps it is time to stop rushing in headlong to everything, and take it slow.

“Well, you can sleep on the couch, but we do have a room,” she says. “It’s full of boxes and tech right now, but we can clear it out. Give you a proper bed to spread out on. It’s the room right next to mine.”

Darcy is making some sort of frustrated cat noise in the background. Erik is probably grimacing. Jane doesn’t look at either of them. Let that Ian guy deal with it all. Her eyes are still on Thor.

“I accept your most generous offer,” says Thor, with utmost warmth. He brings her hands to his lips and yes, she’s giggling because it still works. “My thanks.”

“Well, I want you here where I can see you,” she says, trying to maintain her composure and not collapse in on herself right now. The giggling is bad enough. “Make sure that this wasn’t just another bad day.”

Thor won’t stop smiling. Not that she wants him to.

“And I you,” he says, thumb brushing over her knuckles. “My Jane.”

There’s nothing awkward about it to either of them, and the fact that they are in agreement on this is a good first sign.

Darcy doesn’t get it. Jane leaves the guest room with Thor sleeping on the bed—jet lag isn’t entirely unknown on the Bifrost, she supposes—and finds her intern scowling, arms crossed, a coffee mug dangling by her first three fingers by the handle.

“The guest room?” she asks, pointedly. “Jane, I know your room is kind of small, what with London just building on top of itself and cutting up all the old houses and everything, but I’m pretty sure Thor won’t have a problem with it.”

“Well, he asked,” Jane points out. “He might want some space, you know, get adjusted to everything. An Earth bed’s a lot different than an Asgardian bed and don’t give me that look nothing happened. I mean, it’s a lot to take in. He needs at least a little space.” She puts her mother’s beaten blue kettle on the stove—tea is cheaper here and Irish Breakfast usually gets the job done when she needs the boost. Hopefully Thor will like it. If not, there’s some instant coffee in the pantry…

“Jane. Two years. Two years. Now he’s here. Why wait?”

Jane shrugs, fiddles with a teabag, leaning against the counter. “Seems like the thing to do.”

Darcy levels a stare at her, but helps herself to a fresh tea bag and turns the stove back on. “Well, whatever you’re planning, I hope it works. Dying of sexual frustration when he’s right there would be pretty stupid.”

Jane rolls her eyes, but can’t help but laugh, regardless. “Darcy, I can promise you that I won’t let that happen.”

They know. They can give themselves breath for a few days.

They adjust. Jane takes his measurements and orders an entirely new wardrobe. Erik suggests Thor try getting a haircut, to better fit in with Midgard, and is promptly shouted down, not only by Thor, but Jane and Darcy as well.

“What is wrong with my hair?” Thor asks her later, over cartons from the Chinese place down the block. He is surprisingly good with the chopsticks, though they look no bigger than pencils in his hands. He picks through the chow mein, and seems very close to pouting.

Jane pops a piece of chicken into her mouth, swallows after two bites. “Absolutely nothing. It’s just that most guys don’t wear their hair that long. It attracts attention.”

“And the rest of my person does not do that already?”

Jane laughs without meaning to. That Thor is able to make fun of himself is not something she had been particularly expecting. Especially when she glances at him through her hair, and sees him looking at her, waiting for her reaction.

She unfolds one of her legs and pokes him in the side.

“Fair is fair,” she says, and then leans over to kiss his cheek.

They curl up around each other on the sofa afterwards and watch movies, but do not kiss again.

For all of Darcy’s complaints about the evils of celibacy and of how stifling her and Thor’s sexual tension was, it isn’t as though they go for months without sex. Jane is disorganized by nature, and setting up any kinds of boundaries usually pulls at her throat, makes her feel like the air is hard to breathe. This ‘no sex’ thing is less of a rule and more of a condition—i.e. let’s simmer down first before the fireworks start.

This lasts for approximately two weeks before they cave.

For a first time, it goes relatively smoothly. It isn’t seamless, and there are a couple odd starts and stops as things get going, but damn. Two years of pent up dreaming and pining makes for one hell of a night.

There’s an exceptionally powerful thunderstorm in London that night. Jane can’t look Darcy in the eye the next morning and Erik talks about returning to his own apartment. Thor cooks waffles and Ian remains politely baffled throughout the entire meal.

This is her new normal.

#ellie writes fic #thor #fosterson #fostersonweek

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imagine-loki · 5 years

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Monsters and Magic

TITLE: Monsters and Magic

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 65/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a vampire who helps the Avengers defeat an evil seethe of other vampires, and Loki befriends you after you end up in their custody

RATING: T (again after last chapter)

NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here

Loki’s arms wrapped tighter around you when he heard you wheezing. He glared at the morons over your head. “You imbeciles need to watch what you do. My kitten is quick to temper and she has not adjusted to this yet. She is still working on recovering,” he reminded them. Again. Pissing you off while you were recovering wasn’t helping anyone. Especially you. Or them if they got you sent back to the healing wing.

Loki pressed a kiss to your forehead and helped you sit down on one of the couches. He sat next to you and kept his arm around you, offering you support and making sure you didn’t stress out your body anymore than you already had. Overprotective danger noodle.

“Adjusted to what exactly? All your wonderful brother has said is that she is here for healing,” Fandral asked while Thor shrugged. He didn’t want to go advertising anything about you and Bucky had distracted them from asking questions. He had been telling the morons stories of fights on Midgard. It was the type of story they would appreciate and understand. And had kept them from pestering Thor about you.

/Would you me to tell them or would you prefer to do the honors, dearheart?/ Loki asked you gently. He would do whatever you wished, whatever would make you more comfortable.

/They’d probably understand better coming from you/ you managed to tell him, placing your hand on his to strengthen the connection. Your telepathic voice was extremely weak, which told him exactly how weak your powers were. Loki cut the connection almost immediately. He didn’t want to drain you more than you already were.

“My love used to be a creature known on Midgard as a vampire. The healing my mother put her through was one that broke her of that affliction and made her Asgardian. That is why her heart did not beat before now,” Loki hugged you tighter to him. You could feel his relief that you were no longer a vampire. You couldn’t help being glad too.

“I have heard of those!” Volstagg boomed. “Vicious parasitic things,” his voice was disapproving. The others had just accepted the story, especially after what Odin had said about the vampires the last time they knew you were here. You couldn’t help whimpering at his words and tone, cringing into Loki’s arms.

“You were all there when Father lost his temper,” Thor told them sourly. His friends were supposed to be smarter than this in his opinion. “His words were cruel and untrue. Loki’s lady was a kind gentle being then, and that remains true now that she is a full Asgardian lady,” that part hadn’t registered to them yet and they were shocked that you were fully Asgardian now. “Her mother is Brynhilde, daughter of Astrid, mother’s best friend,” he reminded them as if they forgot who your mother was. “As such, Loki’s lady is a duchess in her own right,” you didn’t usually hear Thor speak so much and you were proud he was defending you.

Loki glared and summoned a dagger, floating at Volstagg’s throat. “Say one more negative thing and you will like the outcome,” he growled, keeping the dagger floating in place.

“Would you like me to remove your lady so you can beat some sense into your brother’s idiot friends?” Bucky offered. He was still standing nearby and had a too-innocent, lopsided grin on his face. You looked over at him and smirked, your grin growing wider and wider at his outfit.

“I would appreciate it,” Loki told Bucky, smirking at your grin.

“This is totally worth it,” you murmured and summoned your phone so you could take pictures. It was totally worth it, even if you were out of breath and drained from the effort to summon the phone.

Loki side-eyed you and gave you a disapproving look. “Darling, you need to stop using your magic. You’re not healed enough,” he reminded you gently.

“I know, I know,” you reassured him quickly “but I had to take pictures of him in that outfit,” you protested innocently, having stolen a ton of pictures while Loki was scolding you.

Bucky came over and pulled you to your feet, wrapping his arm around you to make sure you stayed that way. “You’re as bad as he is,” Bucky informed you, grumbling about how you were taking pictures of him in Asgardian clothes. He started to herd you from the room before you could complain too much.

“Why doesn’t he get hit with a staff for touching her?” Fandral whined as you were leaving.

Loki smirked. “Because, unlike you, I actually like him,”

“Because, unlike you I actually like him,” you grumbled before Bucky managed to get you out of the room. He led you down the hall to his guest room. It was near the warrior’s rooms. He fussed until he had you settled in a chair by the window, under a blanket with a book to entertain you until Loki came to find you. It took a long time before he came to Bucky’s room, and was greeted by Bucky jumping to his feet and holding a knife to his throat when Loki opened the door.

“Sorry, didn’t know it was you,” Bucky said as he resheathed the blade. Loki was pleased that he was going too far to protect you. He somehow was never jealous of your friendship with Bucky. Bucky had become his best friend and Loki didn’t mind at all that Bucky was protective of you and made sure you were defended. That was part of why he invited Bucky to Asgard, after all.

“Did you scare the morons?” you asked Loki from your chair. You didn’t want to antagonize him by getting up too quickly. Plus you were comfortable.

He smirked at you. “I believe so. They know not to say anything that might hurt your feelings,” Loki told you warmly.

“That’s good,” you said in relief and got up slowly to hug your Loki.

Loki’s arms wrapped around you and he looked at Bucky over your head. “Thank you for taking care of her while I took care of them,” he told his friend, though the thanks didn’t need said. Of course Bucky would do it.

“Of course, witch. Now is there any chance you can get her to delete those pictures?” Bucky groaned at Loki. He was only mock-angry. Annoyed, maybe, but not truly angry.

Loki smirked. “Not a chance,” he laughed.

Bucky sighed heavily. “Why am I friends with you again?” he grumbled good naturedly.

Loki chuckled. “You love me, don’t deny it,” he teased

“I will admit no such thing. Your ego is big enough already,” Bucky teased right back. “How long until dinner?” he asked, changing the subject as he was concerned over how worn-out you were when you were supposed to be resting.

“A couple hours. Enough time for this one to take a small nap,” Loki replied, squeezing you a little tighter.

Bucky nodded “I’ll leave her to your care and entertain the morons. They enjoy tales of… Midgard,” Bucky tried out the word. It was best to try to talk at least similar to the Asgardians while he was visiting.

Loki nodded and scooped you up in his arms. You eeped in surprise and protested that you were perfectly capable of walking on your own. Bucky chuckled at your predicament and went back to the lair of the morons while Loki carried you to bed.

Loki woke you shortly before dinner from where you’d been curled around him, your head on his lap as a pillow while you slept. You woke fairly easily, considering your recent ordeal. “You’re going to think I’m a weak pathetic mortal if I keep falling asleep on you,” you pouted up at him as you sat up properly.

“I would never think you’re pathetic. And you aren’t mortal. You’re Asgardian. You will live longer than any Midgardian,” Loki reminded you gently, tucking a loose lock of hair behind your ear.

“Oh… Right,” you hand’t quite put together that realization. It hadn’t really changed much from being a vampire. Except that you would actually age at some point, though very slowly.

Something came to you that you were supposed to tell him. ”Oh, I meant to tell you earlier, though your mother doesn’t want it to be common knowledge. She said you were trustworthy enough,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him. He stuck his tongue back out at you in reply. “Apparently she’s had one of the golden apples set aside for me and Bree since mom told her we were born. She was going to give them to us when we came of age…” you explained to him.

“That’s amazing, darling. Are you relieved to no longer be a vampire?” he asked gently.

“So relieved,” you replied with a grin. “Though I’m not entirely sure it’s really sank in yet…” there was a lot that hadn’t sunk in.

“It will when you realize you no longer need to drink blood,”

You nodded. “That may very well be the best part. Though your mother did say there may still be some leftover traits, that won’t be among them. My eyes might still glow though…” you admitted softly, hoping he could accept it.

Loki smiled warmly. “Your glowing eyes are beautiful darling. But then everything about you is,” he purred.

You looked up at him shyly, not quite believing him. “You’re a notorious liar, Trickster,” you informed him.

“It is no lie. I would never lie to you,”

You leaned up and kissed him. “I love you,”

“I love you too. Now, let’s head to dinner,”

“Alright, noodle,” you teased and climbed out of the bed, straightening your skirts when you had.

You headed to dinner with Loki. Thor, the morons, and Bucky were already there. Bucky was sitting at a table with the morons. He would eat with them and they’d seemed to accept him as one of their own. You were nervous about appearing before the court again. The last time had gone terribly wrong. Loki pulled out your chair for you and pressed a kiss to your cheek as he tucked you in to the table. You couldn’t help being uncomfortable at the eyes on you. Odin had been cruel and the nobles remembered his cruel words.

Frigga noticed that you and Loki were both nervous. /Don’t fret/ she told Loki /I have a plan/ Loki raised an eyebrow in question, but didn’t say anything. He knew better than to question his mother.

Frigga stood to address the crowd. “As you may have noticed,” she began with a bright, warm, teasing smile. “My sons have returned for a brief visit from their responsibilities on Midgard. You may also have noticed that Prince Loki’s lady has also returned. Some new facts have come to light in regards to my son’s lady and I wish to take this opportunity to put your minds at ease. Yes, lady Y/N was raised on Midgard, however she is a duchess of Asgard, the daughter of Brynhilde. She also was cursed with a medical affliction on Midgard, through our vast healing capabilities and the skills of the Asgardian healers, we were able to free her of this curse,” there were roars of applause from the crowd. The nobles loved praising Asgard and the skills of their healers, especially of Frigga. Frigga knew exactly what she was up to and you were impressed with her for it. “It is my wish that you all make your prince’s lady feel welcome on Asgard and join in my gratitude that our healers were able to cure her curse,”

You knew then where Loki got his silver tongue from.

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