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lokihiddleston · 3 years
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I'll be clear this blog shares only love for loki so those who come to blame because they haven't (yet) liked the development on this character at the start of the series. Whether it is too much this or not enough that, or to make people feel bad/guilty because they liked it: If you don't like that Loki, stop sharing this negativity everywhere. Then forget it, and move on.
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m4r13l3y · 3 years
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The new trio || r.l x reader
Warnings; none, just fluff also!! No James or Sirius slander I know they aren’t like this intentionally
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He loved them. ofcourse he did. James and Sirius were his best mates, but that didn’t stop the sinking feeling he felt when one of them would sneak into the others’ bed so that they could talk.
They never invited him, he always wanted to be invited. Wanted to know what they were talking about, though the ‘muffliato’ charm made it impossible.
Peter loved them as-well, they were his only friends and that’s all he ever wanted. Friends. But he too, couldn’t stop from feeling left out
James and Sirius were best friends. With each other more so than with the other marauders, and it hurt. It hurt knowing it’d always be ‘James, Sirius, and the other two friends’
Remus still hung around the pair, he didn’t have much else to do so he ignored the sinking in his stomach as always when they were in the library, but Peter didn’t. He started hanging out with a girl who had y/h/c hair, and he seemed to be so much happier than he ever was.
“Hello” you sat next to Peter, even though the two of you were a bit further than Remus, his lycanthropy increased his hearing so it had felt as if the two of you were right next to him
“Hey” Petes smile reached his eyes, “Whatcha studyin’?” You peered over his book
He heard the conversation clearly, you and Peter spoke about homework and he couldn’t help but feel jealous. Jealous that ‘wormy’ wasn’t getting left out anymore and now it was just him being miserable.
“Hey Remu” the aforementioned boy sat next to him, “You alright?”
He looked at his other two friends, who were giggling and whispering amongst each other, and nodded “fine”
“I know how you feel y’know” Peter whispered, “you can come and hangout with me”
“Nah don’t wanna disturb you and..” he trailed off, remus never learnt your name
“Y/n.” He added on, “but cmon shes so nice and won’t mind at all”
“I’m y/n” you stalked from behind unlit you were infront of him and shook his hand, “Remus lupin”
“What won’t I mind?”
“if Remus hung with us” your friend replied
“Ofcourse not! Come on we’re going to the black lake” you smiled down at him
he considered it, but didn’t want to feel like a bother once more, “s’alright you two have fun”
You shook your head “come on one day with us and if you don’t like it we will never bug you again”
“Fine” picking up his books quickly Remus walked with you and Peter to the black lake.
James and Sirius didn’t even notice him leave.
After hours of real laughter, his ribs hurting from how funny you were, the three of you decided to go back to Gryffindor tower
“We can go back up to my dorm,” you suggested, Peter nodded quickly as you two looked at Remus, “are you sure I’m not intruding?”
“Don’t be silly!” You smiled, “come on I made brownies yesterday and I need some taste testers”
He fought back a smile as you held he and peters hand and ran up to the common room, ‘dilligrout’ you told the fat lady.
She opened the door and the two boys followed behind “Oh wait, Remus you don’t have the spell so you can walk up” you frowned, his heart sank.
This was it, it was only going to be you and Peter once again. He should’ve expected it, it felt too good to be-
“There!” His thoughts were interrupted, “come on” you pushed him up the stairs and surprisingly he was able to walk up without a slide forming at his feet
“Here we are” you pushed the door open to your room, it was truly beautiful, white walls with small plants around the windows and vines along the roof. A record player on the desk and a mini-fridge next to it
Remus stayed back near the door as Peter jumped onto a love seat that you had, “sit rem” you encouraged
He complied, as you took the brownies out of the mini fridge and gave one to each, “hold on!”
You quickly turned on the record player as it started to play ‘star man’ by Bowie
The three of you ate the brownies, that were surprisingly good, and Remus ate three. Just because you kept encouraging him saying ‘I know you want more’
It was truly the happiest he had been in quite a while, you had a power to make Peter and himself feel included in everything you all did.
It was different, he felt different, happy.
No one was excluded from anything, when someone had feelings to share- the other two were there to comfort- it was pure bliss. You were pure bliss.
He started spending more time with you and Peter, usually walking around school or just talking about everything and everyone in your prefect dorm. He loved it.
The weeks became months and sooner or later Remus realized he was absolutely and hopelessly enamóured with you.
“Come on you two!” You held their hands as you ran to the black lake
He was scared, scared that you didn’t share these feelings and that Peter was, also, smitten for you, though the latter vanished when he had expressed these concerns to him
“Nah” He had said “shes like my sister, she’s nice to me”
As you three reached your regular spot near the water, Peter made up a lie to go back and leave you two alone. “So y’like hanging with us?” You giggled
“I do actually” he smiled, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks, “y/n can I- uh can I tell you something”
You nodded, sitting next to him. “I think- shit wow” he laughed nervously, “I really- like really like you”
You leaned your head on his shoulder, kissing it slightly “I like you too”
You reached for his scarred hand, laying yours on top of his “Thanks for telling me” whispered so slightly he heard faintly
“Thanks for reciprocating the feelings” he chuckled
Peter came back quickly, with some strawberries from the kitchens “I see my plan worked eh?”
“Yea yea, I guess it did” you looked back at Remus, leaning closer to him the two of you connected, holding your waist as the sweet kiss ended. The two of you with dark blushes in your cheeks
“Glad I convinced you to hang out with us” Peter smiled
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thefloorisbalaclava · 3 years
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I need that promised Dinner Date for Mechanic!Frankie!!! <3
Of course!
Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader
Warnings: Two awkward cuties who haven’t been on a date in a long time and another kiss. A longer one this time.
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Frankie smiled down at his phone as he read the text “Dinner tonight. My place” for the fiftieth time that morning. He couldn’t believe it was actually happening. He thought that the kiss you two shared might have scared you away, but here you were inviting him to dinner.
“Hey boss,” one of his mechanics said as he walked into the office. Frankie fumbled his phone, making it fly up in the air before landing on his desk. “Am I interrupting something?” the man asked, amused.
“Uh...no. What’s up?” Frankie cleared his throat and stood up.
“Is she hot?” The worker grinned and leaned against the doorframe.
“Get out,” Frankie said calmly.
“Wait, is it that woman that brings her car in like three times a week? She’s fucking hot, man. Way to go.” He clapped Frankie on the back as he walked past him out the door.
“Don’t talk about her like that.” Frankie rolled his eyes and began cleaning his tools.
“It’s a compliment, boss.”
“Hot? No...she’s gorgeous, beautiful, stunning...so much more than hot.” He stared off into space dreamily as he spoke.
“Man, you got it bad or maybe you got it good,” the man joked.
“One more thing like that outta your mouth and I’m sending you home.” He put the wrench he was cleaning down roughly and glared at his worker. “Be respectful, please.”
“Yes, boss. Sorry, boss.” The man walked off and busied himself and Frankie went back to daydreaming about you. 
He found himself feeling bad for thinking so much about the small kiss you two shared. It wasn’t like anyone could read his mind, but he still felt a little guilty. He also felt guilty for wanting the day to go by as fast as possible so he could get to you faster.
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He closed up shop and headed home to shower and dress in some of his nicer clothes. He knew you wouldn’t have a problem with anything he wore but he still wanted to look nice for you.
Should he tell you he was getting ready?
just got home. be there soon, he texted and left it at that. You didn’t need to know that he was showering and all that.
After his shower, he looked at himself in the mirror. The towel sat just below his tummy and sucked it in, imagining how he would look if he was a bit more svelte. He’d definitely fit into his clothes a little better. He wondered if you liked your men a little more toned than he was.
“You’re an idiot, Francisco,” he sighed before walking away from the mirror and getting dressed.
The button up shirt he chose was one of the nicest he had. It took him about ten minutes to decide how many buttons he should leave undone. He didn’t want to look like he was trying to hard although he really was. His hair was almost completely dry by the time he finished dressing completely. He looked in the mirror again and tried styling it in different ways. He was so used to wearing a hat that his hair never seemed to look right without it. And his stubborn, errant curls went wherever they wanted anyway.
“Screw it,” he said quietly, standing up straight and giving himself a once over. He turned to the side and looked at his butt. “Hmm...” Then shook his head. “What the hell am I doing?” Before he did anything else stupid, he grabbed his jacket and walked out the door.
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Right after he knocked on your door, he regretted not asking if he should bring anything. You opened the door and greeted him with a bright smile.
“You made it,” you said happily.
“I did. What...did you think I’d stand you up?” he asked as he walked inside.
“No, but, uh...” You looked him up and down and he felt his face getting hot. “I’m surprised some other woman didn’t snatch you up before you got here.”
“Oh,” he chuckled sheepishly, looking down at the floor.
“What I mean to say is that you look very nice. I mean, you always do but...you look nice.”
He shrugged. “Thanks.”
“Any time. Uh...you can come into the kitchen if you like.” 
He hung up his jacket and followed you in, watching you move to and fro. “Anything I can help with?” he asked.
“Nope, you’re my guest.”
“Okay. Smells good,” he commented.
“Thanks. It’s not quite as delicious as what you made me for dinner, but I hope you’ll like it.” You placed a plate on the table. “Please sit.”
“I’m sure I’ll love it.”
“I put wine out but if you want something different just let me know.” You made yourself a plate and sat across from him.
“Wine is...fine,” he said, shaking his head. “Sorry.” He picked up his fork and took a bite before nodding happily. “I knew it.”
“What?”
“It’s delicious.”
You clapped your hands together. “Good!”
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You two talked about everything. It was easygoing and fun and something Frankie had avoided for so long. He knew he had just had dinner with you the other night but there was something even more pleasant this time around.
He smiled at the way you got a little more talkative and expressive when you got wine drunk. You laughed at his jokes, you even finished some of his sentences. Before he knew it, you were sitting in the chair next to his and had it turned so you could face him.
“Want some more wine?” you asked after finishing another glass of your own.
“No, I still have to get home, you know,” he joked. You both laughed then just looked at each other.
“So...” You put your glass down and held out your hands. “Lemme see your hands.”
“Hm okay.” He put his hands in yours and you turned them over, surveying them, feeling them. “Rough, I know.”
“They’re lovely hands,” you told him.
“What are you gonna do to ‘em? You gonna read my palms or something?”
“No, I just wanted to...” You looked at him and forgot what you were going to say. “Um...hold...them...”
“That’s fine with me...” He said your name quietly then you said his and then you were kissing. You both sighed into it like you both had breathed the very air you need into each other’s lungs. You let go of his hands so you could lock yours around the back of his neck, fingers tucked into his curls. Your tongue touched his first and he made a small sound before doing the same. Every time one of you pulled away it just started all over again. Neither of you could get enough.
The softness of your lips, the softness of his. Urgent yet not greedy or forceful. Sweet yet passionate. He’d never forget that you tasted of wine and that you smiled when you kissed. You didn’t have to know that he had opened his eyes a few times just to look at you.
When you finally pulled away from each other, you were both breathless.
“Um...wow,” he said quietly.
“Was that okay?” you asked.
“Okay? That was more than okay.” He touched your face softly and you smiled at him.
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You both lingered at the door--him outside, you inside. You couldn’t bring yourself to say goodnight so you just kissed him again.
“I had a wonderful night,” he said, “Thank you.”
“Me too. I hope we can do it again sometime.” You ran your fingers over his knuckles then he turned your hand over so he could kiss the back of it.
“We can. I’d love nothing more,” he admitted. He leaned in for one more kiss which you gladly gave to him. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Francisco.” You closed the door and smiled dreamily to yourself before twirling around the living room. 
Frankie could see you through the window and he chuckled before driving off. He touched his lips. Everything he had kept himself from all those years he had found again on your lips.
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lokixreader · 4 years
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Just a simple maid (soulmate au)
Requested:
Yes
Words:
4,044
Summary:
Y/n, an Asgardian maid, seems to be the soulmate of prince Loki, and for some reason she always wears long sleeves.
Warnings:
A lot of crying, sleep deprivation, ANGST, panic attack (kinda), sadness, tears, some more crying and a lot of bad writing
A/n: alright first soulamate fanfic, let’s hope for the best
A/a/n: finally I’m back, but only shortly. I recently redound some inspiration and will to write and to try being present on my blog again. But now I must warn you. I wrote this in the span of 2 years more or less, and for how impossible it might seem, I lived a lot of things in 2 years. This has been specifically written in 3 different periods of my life which would be a few months before, during and a few months after my depression. I hope you will enjoy it, and to everyone that is going through what I have, please I beg you, be strong. Carry yourself and keep going. Even if it hurts. Talk to someone about it. Someone who will understand and not treat you as attention seekers. Remember that you are loved, that even if you don’t have anyone now, life works in unexpected ways, and that maybe tomorrow you will find those people or that person that is willing to love you, perhaps not romantically, but trust me, aromantical love is the best. You will get through it. It doesn’t matter how hard it gets. You’ll get better. You will be better. You deserve it. And you are not alone❤️.
As a maid, you have never imagined yourself in a higher rang then where you already were and never expected something more. Children often imagined themselves being a lot more then what they were, imagined being princes or princesses, kings and queens, gods and goddesses and so on, but not you. You only dreamed to be free. Free from everything and everyone. Being raised as a servant blocked your dreams. You never dreamed what the other kids did, you didn’t want to be a goddess, you didn’t want to be a queen or a princess, all you ever wanted was freedom. Something that you never tasted since you turned 19. Exactly. 19 was the official age when a girl born from a servant became one as well.
Your mother was a wonderful and loving person, the best person in all of Asgard. She was the queen’s servant and Queen Frigga, being the sweet and kind person she was, often left you to play with her sons, Prince Thor and Loki, giving you the possibility to grow up with them too, and so you did. You were practically the same age as Loki, who soon became your best friend. Strangely, like probably not all of the royalty would do, he never treated you as a servant, but as a friend, and Thor did the same, leaving the servant-treatment aside. Time passed fast leaving child you, child Thor and child Loki behind and welcoming yourselves as adults. When you turned 19 and became a servant, for how much Thor and Loki claimed to care for you, they couldn’t do anything to solve your situation, those were the rules and the laws of Asgard and breaking them would have meant for them to go against the throne that one day one of them would have sat on. However, you couldn’t blame them, and you did the only thing that remained: you dealt with it. You were a maid. You couldn’t change it. You simply decided to keep it that way. But then again, when you turned 500, after centuries of service, you finally found a joy. In fact, when an Asgardian turns to the age of 5 centuries, they get strange writings on their arms, because of soulmates, as you once read on a book. When you started having writings on your arm, you went directly to your mother, who explained what a soulmate was and how it worked, better than any book could.”Y/n, darling, a soulmate, as the name already explains, it's a person whom you share a close relationship and a deep understanding. It's someone made to love you, that destiny decided you would be in love with. You can't hate them nor not love them, it’s a deep connection that can't be broken ” she explained to you, and you asked curiously ”What are these writings on my skin? How can I find this person?” and you kept making questions ”This writings are something that your soulmate wrote on his own skin to contact you. In fact, this is the only way you can find your loved one. You are lucky. Some people, unfortunately, never find their soulmates”. That night you received another writing on your arm, and you didn't hesitate to answer. 
 Hi
Only that, nothing too special, but you still responded
Hey
Nothing too special either
What are you doing?
Compared on your arm and you answered
Just talking to you, nothing much, you?
And he answered, and you two kept talking for longer than 3 hours. When you realised how late it was you wrote:
Oh, it is so late! We should go to sleep!
Even if you didn’t want to leave.
Wait! Do you think that we could meet tomorrow?
You suddenly found on your arm.
Tell me your name and I will find you
You wrote back, even if you weren’t sure that you could have, due to all the work you had to do tomorrow. But then reality hit you harder than ever.
I am Loki Odinson.
Oh great gods, oh great gods! Loki Odinson, Loki, that Loki, practically your best friend since childhood!
From that moment you stopped writing and since that night you promised yourself to avoid Loki, for how much you could, due to the fact that you were one of his maids.When you dressed up in the morning you chose a long-sleeve dress, in order to hide the writings on your arm and, without even thinking about meeting him, you cleaned his chambers only when he left them.This is what you did for almost a month, but it couldn't last forever, and you knew it. What hurt you the most was shutting Loki out, he was your best friend, always there for you, and now you just let him out, but obviously, he kept writing on his arm to talk to you, to see if he was the one that did something to you. He kept on writing and writing until your arm didn't start to hurt. It started to hurt every time he wrote something, every word, every letter, getting worse and worse, but you couldn't ask anyone for help, not even your mother, because you couldn’t risk her knowing that your soulmate was Loki. Again, you did the only thing that you could do, you dealt with it. When you found the time, you went to the library to find any reason why the writings caused you pain and any way to stop it. Today was one of those days when you had the time to go to the library. The library was a huge room, full of shelves and departments, with millions of books of every genre. You went to the section where you found the books on soulmates when you were younger. You had been searching for it the whole day and you didn't find it. You could see from the huge window that it was getting dark outside and that you should have gone to your room, so you decided to leave. The following morning you got up with a stringing pain in your left arm. Again. Loki had probably been writing on his arm for most of the night. He often did that, without thinking that it hurt you, or maybe he just didn’t know. Then you looked at your arm, not surprised in finding many questions such as “What are you doing?” “Where are you?” or even “Who are you?”. You didn’t answer any of those, you didn’t want to, you simply couldn’t, so you just got out of your bed and dressed with a long-sleeve dress, as always. Then, you got to Loki’s chambers, when he left them of course. He wasn’t a messy person, in fact he was quite the opposite, even if sometimes it might happen that he left his bed un-maked, mostly because he was late for something or he had something to attend to. You started making his bed, and picking up a pillow which probably fell while he was sleeping, you found a book. You weren’t surprised, Loki loved reading just as much as you did, and it came to you without a surprise that he read in bed before sleeping, or even for the whole night. But what surprised you was what the book was about. On the brown cover, in a beautiful golden writing there was written ‘Soulmates: the lifetime bondage’. This was te book you were searching for the last day! And it was in Loki’s room, but why did he have it? The answer suddenly popped in your mind: you weren’t answering him when he wrote to you, so he was probably searching for the reason why. Opening the book and going through its pages, you saw a few notes here and there, till you didn’t reach the chapter about ‘not answering soulmates’ and you started reading carefully.
“Not answering soulmates:
When a soulmate does not answer to the question the other soulmate wrote on his arm, there are more reasons why it happens:
- The soulmate does not answer because of its own will
- The soulmate might not be capable of answering
- The soulmate might be dead”
The last part made your heart drop. Did Loki think of you as dead? No, he couldn’t, you were right there, alive and well! But he didn’t know, you never talked to him. You rolled up your sleeves, looking at all the questions he wrote, between them there were some “Are you alright?” or “Are you safe?” and similar. Tears started appearing in your eyes, one already falling on your cheek: you didn’t realise you started crying.“So you found the book” a voice said behind you. You rolled down your sleeve, got up from the floor you were sitting on and took in all of his form, recognising it as the younger prince of Asgard. “L-loki, I was not expecting you here!” You said. “I know, I had a very important meeting, which I actually did not have to attend” God his accent, you had really missed his voice. “Anyway, how come that I have not seen you in a while?” He asked “I..I have been busy..” you lied. He smirked. “Y/n-“ “I know, I know you are the god of lies and you know that I lied” you stopped him in the middle of his sentence “I was about to say that I know you since we were children, it is impossible for me not to know” of course you thought “So, what is this truly about?” you had to tell him the truth, but you couldn’t, not this way “I am just having problems with my soulmate” you said. Half truth and half lie, or better only truth and an omission. ”That is interesting, I am too” You were surely surprised that he said so “Oh, really, why, what is happening with them?” You tried to pass the topic on him rather than on you “I think you do already know by reading the book you are holding” he said. You looked down at your hands, finding the book “I am sorry, Loki. But do you know why they are not answering?” You tried to get the informations by directly asking him. “Unfortunately, I do not, but I do have an idea” you but your lip “Do you believe that they are dead?” He sighted “They might be..” he said without daring to look into your eyes. You felt so bad for avoiding him and leaving him without telling him anything. “Oh, Loki” you sighted and gave him a hug. He was startled after feeling your arms around him but then he gave in an hugged you back “I missed you” he said, burying his face in your hair. “I missed you too” you said back. When he stopped hugging you, you stepped back and tucked a stand of your hair behind your ear “Now if you excuse me, I think I should change your bed sheets” you said to him “Yes, of course” he agreed. You started packing the sheets so you could take them more easily and started heading for the door when Loki asked “You know that it is June, don’t you?” You slowly turned around and gave him a questioning glare “Isn’t it too hot to wear long sleeves?” He said. What am I going to say now? You asked yourself “I just liked the dress” you justified, immediately leaving the room, not noticing the smirking god. That was close. The days passed and you couldn’t help but being sorry for Loki. Sometimes you could see him wandering in the corridors near his chamber, with the book in his hand, a pen in the other, a rolled up sleeve and, to conclude his look, two deep bags under his eyes: to say that he was visibly tired was a misunderstanding. He was completely sleep-deprived. This situation was getting out of control and seeing him like this made your heart feel only pain and pity for the younger prince. This, till the day you finally had enough and decided to talk with him.
You knocked on his camber door, putting so much effort in such a small gesture. When you received no answer was the moment you started questioning yourself, but gathering all the courage you still had in yourself you entered, despite him not telling you to do so. Then you saw him. You saw him and you felt full of emotions: sorrow and regret were the first ones, then joined by happiness and joy for finding your best friend again.He was on the balcony, reading, a concentrated expression on his face, probably not even noticing you entered the room due to the lack of sleep. Or probably he had, but couldn’t bring himself to care in that moment. “L-Loki?” you quietly spoke his name, getting his attention... “Mmh?”.... more or less...“Loki?” you called for him again. When you didn’t get his full attention, you brought his face to you, locking your e/c eyes with his green ones. In doing this you could see his tiredness and sleep deprivation, the way his eyes had lost the sparkle they once had.“Loki, look at you! What have they done?” You asked him genuinely worried “I can’t find them, they won’t answer me! What have I done? What has happened to them!?” Loki yelled, tears picking at his eyes. You couldn’t do anything to him, so you hugged him, holding him to yourself in attempt to comfort him. He then let himself go, sinking in your embrace and crying, crying on your shoulder. When he finished you wiped away his tears, looking in his eyes “What is wrong with me?” He suddenly asked you.“There is nothing wrong with you, Loki, you are perfect. You are not the problem, it is them, they do not know what they are missing, and if they really do not want to be with you, then move on and let them see your true greatness” you said with a small smile forming on your lips, making a similar one appear on his face. His eyes were looking into yours, like trying to get to your soul. “Now, you need to get ready, there is a ball tonight you need to attend to” you said, looking down to the ground to avoid his gaze. “Come with me” he said “What?” You were shocked, did you actually hear well? “You understood, come with me” “I-should not, I-I mean, I am not important like the people that will be in the ballroom, and not even at your level to actually come with you” you stuttered “Oh, you got me wrong darling, you will not decide, this is an order, and please do not underestimate yourself like this” . That was... shocking to say the least. Not less then three second ago he was crying on your shoulder, and then he was giving you orders? Well, it was something he could do, but still, he never did.
You went to your room to get ready for the ball. What could you wear? You were a mere servant, you didn’t have a dress for such an occasion. But then, when you opened your dresser, you saw something that didn’t belong there: it was a beautiful long f/c dress. You took it to examine it and you saw all the diamonds it had on it. You were speechless, where did this dress come from? A little light turned on in your mind: Loki. Of course, who else could have invited you knowing that you didn’t have a dress for the occasion, just to give you a new beautiful one? There was only one last problem: the dress didn’t have sleeves. And now? What could you do? Make up on the arm? No it would be too much. Gloves maybe? Probably the best option.
After finishing getting ready you looked at yourself in the mirror. You felt beautiful, the dress looked perfect on you, the slight make up you put was perfect, and the gloves you found were perfect. Everything seemed perfect. You got out of your room, closing the door behind you and when you turned you found yourself face to face with the God of mischief.He looked at you, mouth slightly open, gazing at you from your feet to the tip of your head. “Is something wrong?” You asked, thinking that you had something out of place “No, you look ravishing”. You whispered a small ‘Thank you’ while blushing madly.
When you arrived at the ball room, you started feeling insecure. You were just a maid, a mere servant, and behind those doors were important people, princes and princesses, probably even kings and queens. Loki seemed to recognise your insecurity, since you felt him take your hand in his and lightly squeeze it. Now you could see why the destiny put him as your soulmate. That small gesture made you feel better, a bit more confident. You two then decided to enter the room.The night seemed to go well, and by well you meant that no one of the royalty approached you, except for Thor of course, who had come just to see you, since it has been a long time from the day you had last seen the blond prince. He started talking to you only when Loki had left your side “Hello, Y/n “ he began “Greetings, Prince Thor” you said back. He then chuckled, making you laugh; you had always greeted him like this as a child, a small obligation from your mother, who wasn’t used to you being friends with the princes. You then went on talking about the past months and what you had been doing, including the reasons why you couldn’t spend your time together.
“Alright, say that one more time.”
“Thor, I have already told you three times” you complained.
“I just need to understand why you have not told him yet” he insisted “How can you not understand? Loki is a prince, a god, and one of the most perfect people to ever exist, how could I ever stand next to him. I am nobody compared to him, Thor. I am just... just a simple maid” you explained, pain almost visible on your lowered face, you were feeling miserable just thinking about it, about your unimportance and how at times it made your life a living Hel. You were taken back to reality and away from your thoughts by a hand being put on your shoulder. You looked up to see an understanding sad smile plastered on Thor’s face “You forgot to mention the most important thing: he is your friend” he gently spoke, emphasising the last four words. “He has been your friend for longer than I have, he has spent almost his whole life with you and has always cared about you deeply. It shouldn’t be so surprising that you two are meant to love each other, but still, you keep saying that it should not be like that, just because you are a simple maid. Well, you might be a maid, but you are everything but simple. You are one of the most amazing people I have ever met. You are intelligent, funny, curious and beautiful. And top of that, you are you, and have never been afraid of who you are. For all these reasons, I can say today that I am happy and proud of having you in my life, and I am certain that my brother feels the exact same way”
By the end of his surprising speech, you found yourself on the verge of tears. You had always been in the dark about them caring so much for you and had never thought that someone could see you in that way. The blonde prince then hugged you tightly, noticing some of those small tears fall down your cheeks
“Do you want to know a small secret?” He asked you and you nodded still hugging him, then he silently said “When you had to become a maid, you should have been my servant, but Loki insisted so that you could be his” your eyes widened. Loki wanted you...as his maid? “He was convinced that since you should have cleaned his room, which isn not usually messy or dirty, you could have more time for yourself and that he would have been able to see you everyday at least once” You abandoned Thor’s hug to look at him in disbelief. He moved his hand to brush away on of your tears “ He loves you” Thor said, so faintly and silently that you wouldn’t have heard him if you were just one more step away. That last sentence hit you hard. Everything Thor said hit you hard. The room which wasn’t so crowded immediately started to feel smaller and smaller. Your lungs seemed non-existent and your breathing increased. You quickly excused yourself before running away towards the balcony.
The outside fresh air seemed to calm you down, and to fill your new redound lungs. You were feeling normal again, up until you didn’t hear a well too known voice. “Are you alright? I came back to my brother only to hear that you run away here” his voice was like the one of an angel, beautiful and spectacular, but at the current moment it was slightly panicking you. But then you took a deep breath and exhaled. In the meantime Loki came closer to the railing where you were at and looked at you worryingly. After a few seconds of mere loud breathing, you finally spoke up “I know why your soulmate is not answering Loki” he looked at you with a confused face “We do not have to talk about them, it is about you I am worried now. Forget them and tell me what is wrong. I want to be sure that YOU are alright Y/n, not them” you looked away from him and broke into a small laugh.
Ah the irony.
And if Loki was confused before, now it was even worse. You looked back at Jim’s sad face , then you slowly took off one of your gloves. Loki’s expression changed from confused, to shocked, to surprised and finally to one you could quite muster, something between realisation and sadness. He gulped, closing his wonderful eyes, only to open them Almere moments later “Why.” Was the only thing he said. A cold expression hard to read or to understand. “I was afraid” you answered, tears already forming. “Scared? Scared of what?” He asked slightly furring his eyebrows “That you would have rejected me and abandoned me. I was afraid of not being enough for you or that-“ you didn’t finish your answer. Tears were falling on your cheeks without a care, but you were engulfed in a hug “I would never leave you, for no reason at all. I’ll always be with you.” You hugged him back, scared that the world might end if you even dared to let go.
Minutes went by, but both of you couldn’t care less of the time passing, you just stayed like that, in each others arms, after so much time divided. Loki then kissed your temple. “I wish I told you sooner” you apologised looking to the floor. His index finger lifted up your chin so that he could see your features “Me too” was what he said “but this does not matter, for we are finally together now” you smiled at him happily. He could have reacted in million different ways. He could have told you how much time he spent trying to contact you, how he suffered without you, how his best friend leaving him could have affected him. But not a word. Not even a mention. He was just genuinely happy that you were alright and that he had his soulmate in front of him. *how could I have been so blind to this* he kept asking himself, looking at the e/c pearls staring at him.
Unbeknownst to you both, a certain blond prince watched them together, kissing each other fondly, then observed them get back in hand in hand, finally happy.
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doctorofmagic · 3 years
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Strange Academy #9 Review
It’s bonding time with two of the sweetest characters in this comic book!
We get started with Calvin’s nightmare with one of the many foster parents he had throughout the years. I don’t believe he has done it, but there’s something about his jacket. Hold that thought, more on that later.
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Wanda and her terrible outfit wakes him up and says that Mr. Sheridan will cover the matter about dreams in Nocturnal Architecture: The Study of Dreams during the second semester. For those you who don’t know, she’s talking about Rick Sheridan, the Sleepwalker’s vessel. At this point, I’m not that excited about mentions because, as we know, Rintrah was also mentioned but never made an appearance. On the other hand, Dead Girl showed up last issue. We’ll have to wait and see. In case you’re interested, Stephen has met the dream entity once in Sleepwalker #7 (1991). Next, Wanda reveals that it’s Family Day at Strange Academy.
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Both Calvin and Doyle are quite uncomfortable with the event. Calvin had issues with foster parents while Doyle is, well, Dormammu’s son. They’re not getting any parents or guardians. I can’t help but feel that Clea should be there, except freaking Waid erased her memories so she isn’t aware of Stephen or his little school. Clea would make such a lovely cousin. YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME, WAID. When will this nightmare end? I mean, at some point, Dormammu will knock on her rebel door and mention him, right? And she’s gonna be like: “Who?” But I digress, I’m sorry.
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Next, we’re introduced to some of the parents/guardians. Emily’s mom is... something. I found her rivalry with Loki absolutely delightful. I checked “Gudrun” on Marvel database and found out she was Volstagg’s daughter? That would make Volstagg Iric and Alvi’s grandfather. So Loki wouldn’t be their original uncle. It was just a pet name. But hey, I’m not into Thor lore, so if anyone knows what’s going on here, I’d appreciate a little help.
BUT WAIT. Did I get it right? Does Zoe have a crush on Dessy? OTP CONFIRMED. Absolutely loved their relationship development. Zoe used to find Dessy a creep, keeping her zombie secret to herself, but Dessy showed her that it’s okay and learned a lot about human emotions and boundaries. It’s quite sweet. Magic lesbians!! And speaking of which... Lucky S’ym Illyana wasn’t around. She’d kick his ass for sure.
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I have no reasons whatsoever to mention Stephen but I will because this is my blog and it’s devoted to Stephen. So yes, have a random panel with Stephen because I can. I love the fact that he spent the entire issue levitating like a diva he is. Delicious food.
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Meanwhile, Calvin and Doyle decide to break into the storage room. Doyle is looking for a gift for Emily, which is SO sweet ugh even though it’s called the Rose of Despair, which is probably bad news. I love how they talk about vulnerability and how it’s such a normal thing, especially for male characters. Boys out there, do talk more about your feelings. It’s really important and only makes you even more beautiful. Also... He got all flustered again!!! He’s so sweet!!! And oh, is he in love!!
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Calvin accidently activates the Lightning Gauntlets, hitting Doyle. He’s okay but they’re interrupted by Mindless Ones. We finally learn why Doyle is uneasy near them. He feels bad for what Dormammu did to them, and they can’t help but see Dormammu when Doyle is around, triggering memories and traumas even for mindless beings. It’s the very first time I’ve read about the traumatic experiences behind those creatures, which is great! It explains why they’re made out of pure anger and even Dormammu is afraid of them. I also loved to learn that Doyle is not like his father. He probably wants to change the Dark Dimension when his time to rule comes (that is, assuming Dormammu will let him, which I find hard to believe).
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Doyle is overwhelmed by them, so Calvin unleashes the power of the monster in his jacket. For a moment, he loses control, but Doyle brings him back. And that’s a very interesting point.
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I apologize in advance, I don’t know if someone told me this or I wrote it before, it’s been a very long time (and for that reason, please let me know in order to give due credits). But there’s this theory that Calvin’s monster is actually Mr. Misery, which makes SO MUCH sense. Remember when Mr. Misery embraced Stephen before his final fight with Empirikul? And when he possessed Wong? What was the difference? I’d say there are two important points. 1) it depends on the user and their willpower to resist Mr. Misery and 2) Mr. Misery’s size.
Let’s say, the more the pain, the bigger and stronger he gets. And he was reduced to a small portion at the end of v4.
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Besides, Calvin’s jacket has eyes and it’s quite gooey. It’s very similar to Mr. Misery. Not to mention how he can get a hold of its user.
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I can’t help but wonder if Calvin’s jacket is actually Mr. Misery hiding its true form in order to grow stronger through Calvin’s pain. Remember, he never had good parents, is victim of bullying and is usually alone. That kid knows pain. And that makes him the perfect victim for Mr. Misery. Thoughts on it, anyone?
Moving on... Doyle and Calvin share a bonding time, which is precious.
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But they’re not free from the cheesy games!!
Emily’s mother beat a god and she’s lousy about it. Emily introduces them to her family and boi, is it mutual or what? She’s blushing too. I’m sorry but that’s another OTP.
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Lastly, Stephen shows the campus to the parents while the kids are racing again. It says “to be continued”, which means the parents will stay a little longer, I suppose.
Overall, I loved their interactions and how young and fresh the children are, figuring out their feelings and fears. I’m so relieved Doyle is back. But they’re still doing dangerous things like sneaking without supervision. They should’ve learned from the last issue.
Well. It was not bad. I enjoyed it, even though the story didn’t move forward. A nice reading.
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finalgilmoregirl · 3 years
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lost love part two (loki laufeyson x reader, steve rogers x reader)
summary: after loki breaks your heart, you find your heart belongs with steve. loki learns to accept what he lost when he sees how happy you are.
warnings: none! the smallest amount of angst but mainly wholesome fluff :)
a/n: i haven’t quite learned how to use links yet so if you wish to read part one, check out my blog!! i haven’t written that many fics so it should be easy to find. also sorry for any mistakes. i hope you enjoy!
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recap : It was around a month later that he saw you and Steve kiss for the first time. He had just returned from a mission with Bucky, a fairly easy one that had him home within hours but he could tell you missed him nonetheless. After kissing him, you pulled him up the stairs, giggling and asking him about the mission.
Loki felt sharp pangs of jealousy. He knew he shouldn’t have. He broke your heart. He led you on and started seeing someone else. It was stupid of him to assume you’d wait for him, and now he’d have to pay the price.
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Things between you and Steve were going great. He was sweet and attentive and funny and everything you could ask for in a boyfriend. You couldn’t believe it took you so long to realize your feelings towards him but thinking of this only reminded you of the reason you two ended up together in the first place.
Loki.
You wouldn’t necessarily thank him for being the reason you and Steve started dating, because his actions that led up to your realization caused you pain. He was the reason you didn’t trust Steve at first.
When Steve told you how he felt a week after the night you shared talking after the party, you thought it was a trick. That somehow Steve and Loki were working together and this was just another plot to break your heart again. You even went as far as thinking that Loki turned into Steve just to mess with you.
“Are you serious?” you asked, staring at Steve with almost no emotion.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Steve countered. He was confused as to why you doubted him, until he remembered how Loki going after another woman effected you. He’d not only seen you drink your sorrows away from the party he pulled you away from. But he also noticed the way you looked at Loki days following that, almost longingly at first but then you’d shake your head and join a conversation with someone else. It was almost as if he could hear the voices in your head telling you to move on.
Steve had no problem with going slow and doing everything he could to show you he actually had feelings for you, which helped you get over Loki quicker that you thought you would’ve. And soon enough, you were his girlfriend, Which Loki loathed to see. He couldn’t help but glare as they cuddled in the common room, or scoff as he spotted their held hands during meetings. Of course you noticed his reactions to these things, and it annoyed you.
He had no right to be upset, you thought. Hell, he was still seeing the woman from the party.
You saw her a few more times after that, and as you got a good look at her, you couldn’t blame Loki all that much. She was beautiful and not only that, but seemed incredibly smart and clever from the small talk you had one morning, both being the first awake. You guessed she spent the night, which you felt made the interaction between the two of you uncomfortable at first, until she smiled and introduced herself so confidently. Her name was Helena, fitting for someone who looked at graceful as she did. You greeted her back and you realized then that she had no previous knowledge of you and Loki’s short lived relationship (if you could even call it that).
After the small amount of time you spent with her that morning, you already didn’t feel any resentment or hurt that Loki had created in your heart. Although that didn’t give his actions an excuse, you didn’t plan to hold a grudge, especially when you were now happily seeing Steve Rogers.
You knew you were bound to have to talk to Loki sooner or later, what with him being a part of the team now. The two of you were asked to go to a meeting downtown, one of the more boring tasks of being an Avenger. The two of you agreed, and were sent off to go attend said meeting in a few hours. Steve offered to go instead, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable in having to be alone with Loki. You held his face in your hands and assured him you’d be fine. And with a kiss on the nose you were on your way.
The car ride to the meeting was filled with awkward tension. You volunteered to drive as a way to distract yourself and not have to look at him. You still peeked at every other red light, noticing how he kept his eyes looking through the tinted window. You let out a small sigh and continued to drive after the light turned green. Yeah, you thought, what he did was pretty messed up. But you were both in respective relationships now and it seemed pointless to ignore or hide from each other. You were friends before, and it’s not as if what happens still effected you, so why couldn’t you be friends again?
So you decided to break the silence. You cleared your throat, and from the corner of your eye you saw his head slightly turn towards you. “She seems nice.” You said. Loki furrowed his eyebrows and after noticing his slightly confused face, you continued. “Your girlfriend. She seems really nice.” He was shocked to hear you speak so sincerely on his new lover. He thought the next time you two would speak it would follow with a slap on the face. He opened his mouth to speak but didn’t know what to say. What do you say to that? “She is. I’m glad you like her.” he said quietly. You sensed his nervousness and knew you’d be the one leading the conversation after that.
“You know” you started. “I’m not mad at you anymore. I hope you know that.” He turned to fully look at you and frowned at your words. “You should be.” he voiced. “There’s no excuse for the way i treated you. Or rather, discarded you.” It was easy to spot the guilt in his voice and you hate to say it but it felt nice to know he was really sorry for what he did.
“I know there isn’t. But I’m happy and if you’re happy then I don’t see why we can’t be friends again. If not then at least be able to be in the same room together without wanting to rip our hair out because of the stress we go through to not acknowledge each other. What you did was wrong, yes, but it eventually led to me and Steve ending up together which, I’m honestly grateful for.” you confessed.
He was glad to know you were happy, which lifted the guilt from his shoulders just a little. “Of course.” He said with a smile. “It brings me joy to know you are content with the Captain. And if you’ll have me, I’d be honored to continue our friendship.” You gave him a nod and a smile before he resumed talking. “As for Helena, I’m not sure. I feel for her similarly to what I felt for you, however when she is around me, I feel my stomach turn and when I’m not around I feel a blanket of despondency wash over me and I’m not quite sure why.” he said. He sounded genuinely worried about why he was feeling such a way and you couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh. He tilted his head, perplexed. “What’s so funny?” he asked, almost demanding a reason to why you found humor in his distress.
“You love her!” You said through your giggles. Loki was baffled. “No I don’t.” he retorted, to which you replied a loud “Yes you do!! You literally just described what feeling love is like!” He scoffed. He knew what love was, or at least his version of it, which to him was possessiveness and passion and attention. It’s what he felt with you. But maybe that wasn’t love. Maybe he just liked the attention you gave him. Maybe it was the way you smiled at him or the rush being so close to you gave his body. But that wasn’t love, he realized. That was just longing. He longed for you but he loved Helena.
You took his silence and a sign that your work was done. You weren’t right often but you knew you were definitely right about this. You parked the car outside of the building and turned your head to look at him. He was staring straight ahead now, once again deep in thought. “Hey.” you said, grabbing his attention. He snapped out of his daydream and turned to you too. He seemed worried, maybe even scared. You knew he didn’t experience love much growing up, his mother being the only one that seemed to care. So it was understandable for him to be frightened by the thought of feeling it for another person. You looked down at his hand. Even from where it rested on his knee, you were able to spot the way it shook. You hesitated a bit before grabbing it, which at first made him tense but relaxed when you gave it a gentle squeeze.
“I know love can be a little frightening.” you whispered. “But you deserve it Loki.” His eyes softened at this, and he let out a breath that he felt he was holding for ages.
“Thank you darling. As do you.” You smiled at him and the use of the old pet name and let out a happy sigh, because he was right. You did deserve it.
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heyy!! i know this was shorter compared to part one but i’m honestly really happy with how i wrapped things up. let me know what you guys think and leave a request with what you’d like to see!! :)
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the-second-tonks · 3 years
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hellooo! i wanna send a request...
i am 19, italian girl and a Scorpio.
i am shy at first but when I grow comfortable i will be your worst nightmare lol
my friends say that outside I look like I could kill somebody only with my stare but I am really sweet and nice I promise!
I like to read, listening to music and spend some time with myself like going outside only with my dog or take a walk alone.
my favorite colors are: black, dark green, dark red and maroon :)
hope you have a nice day/afternoon/evening/night ✨
Hii ! You didn't mention your gender preference so I took a visit to your blog . It said she/her , so I'm considering that ! . I hope you have a good day/afternoon/evening/night too :)
Coming back to your ship thank you for participating !
Your power is
Charm speak !
Woah, I see . A Scorpio tends to be very smart , so you'll know when to speak and what . Scorpios are also the ones who see right through people's intentions , this power will be helpful a lot . Charm speak gives you the power to speak something that the person spoken to , cannot go against it . If you order something to someone using your power , they have to agree and do that , even if they don't want to . You will be one of the S.H.I.E.L.D agents already , but Nick will want you to join the Avengers since he would think you'd be an amazing addition to make them co-operate with each other and also to get the enemy under control .
Your life with the Avengers
Your backstory . You would be a rich girl who had some kinda Mafia parents , but you decided to join S.H.I.E.L.D after the damage that the Mafia life gave you by taking away your parents , leaving you with your little brother . Ofcourse , you keep him away from all this and he's a simple boy who works in an office and handles the business of your father (except for the Mafia work). Ypu wanted to lead a simple life with no problems until Nick Fury caught up with your powers . You would always be very polite with everyone , because you knew about your powers very well , until Nick got to know . It took him full Avengers formation and the first trouble to convince you , until you joined the Avengers during the Loki happenings . Your charm speaking was impressive for many people . You even charmed Wanda with your voice , which made you one of the strongest Avengers . But , when Wanda joined your sides, she became a very good- no , one of the closest friends you had , like Natasha and Steve . You'd go to Natasha to share your feelings , to Steve to hear about his past life and Bucky (James 'Bucky' Barnes I mean)and to Wanda to have some fun . But , the civil war tore you . As much as you wanted to side with Captain and Bucky , you couldn't leave Natasha , who'd always been there for you . You ran away with Captain after the civil war , reuniting with Natasha . Finally , from surprising Wanda and Vision and saving them to almost charming Thanos to listen to your orders only for the Starlord to destroy the efforts , you were now fighting against Thanos' army with Bucky and Rocket by your side . Taking a look at Bucky , if was alright every now and then , you kept fighting the army until you found yourself fighting with Thanos himself . Trying to charm him again, you wished it to work , but instead , he held you by your throat , throwing you beside Bucky . The pain was too much and you held Bucky's hand , whispering about your love for him and standing up to fight with Thanos again , only for Thor to stop you and create the mishap . Slowly seeing your lover fade away in thin air , you lost hope which was gained back after five years , when nat reached out to you and spoke about the time machine . After fighting the war for the second time , you returned with Natasha (yes , she's alive) and Bucky , still mourning for Tony but smiling at his heroic death . Reuniting with your friends Wanda and seeing Steve return in five seconds , you felt contended . After a few years , you and Bucky married , leading a happy life .
Your bestfriend would be
Wanda Maximoff !
"Wanda , this is the first time I'm not going for a walk alone" you spoke the girl who was walking beside you. "Ohh ! You know , before we were friends , I was really shocked how you were able to charm me with your orders ! That was really amazing !" She spoke , kicking a few small stones on the way . "Well , I don't know how , but I did it . I thought you'd manipulate my brain before I could act on you , but you didn't . " You discussed , walking as the sun drowned in the sky .
Smiling at the sunset , you and Wanda clicked crazy pictures with it . "Okay this is the last one ! Say cheese !!" You spoke. Wanda and you posed on the selfie camera wearing similar black clothes and 'click' , the photo shooting was done . Walking back to the tower , you and Wanda decided to take a look in the library and several book stores .
Relieved that the pile of books that you both had bought were not to be lifted by you , you walked happily , staring and excited to read the books with your bestfriend as soon as you reached the tower .
Your s/o would be
James 'Bucky' Barnes !
"A nightmare again?" You spoke in your slight pressed voice due to the cushion . Turning around , you saw Bucky sitting up on the bed , fiddling with your wedding ring . He nodded a bit and spoke "Didn't want to disturb you , if that's what happened " . You slowly got up and put you hand in his "you'll never disturb me , Bucky . Come on , let's go and listen to some music" you knew your playlist always calmed Bucky down and after that , the reading session by you lulled him into a beautiful sleep with you in his dreams . You got up from the bed with him and walked over to the living room couch where you had left your phone because , as usual , Bucky had lifted you up from there in bridal style to take you away from your phone amd music . You picked up the earphones and yur phone , plugged the earphones in and played your favourite music. Bucky cuddled with you , his head on your chest and your hands massaging his scalp.
His earlier heavy breathing were steady now , as you knew that he was calm after listening to 5 songs . Slowly getting up with him , you took him to the bed and turned the dim table lamp to read . He always loved your sweet voice , which lulled him to sleep . Pushing a few locks of your hair aside so that you could read , you felt his hand slowly slipping from your hairs , until his hand fell down on the bed , indicating he was asleep . Smiling, you kept the book aside quietly and switched of the table lamp .
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Far From Home - Chapter Six
Summary: Henry figures out how to get you documented in the 21st Century, so he can take you home to London, with him. The stress gets to both of you, and you start learning more about 21st Century technology.
Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader
Word Count: 5,723
Chapters: One Two Three Four Five
Rating: M - Time Travel, Language, Mature, Sex, Teasing
Inspiration: Outlander, Lol
Author’s Note: Tell me what you think!
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After much googling and calling various places and agencies, Henry managed to contact a lawyer that was willing to help you get all the documentation and identification that you would need to function and travel in the 21st century. It only required a move to a hotel in Stockholm; Marianne had also gone with you both, wanting to help, in any way she could. He also made a public announcement on his Instagram, once he got his phone back, assuring the world he was safe and sound, and there wasn't nothing to worry about. You watched with fascination as he did the announcement, you were still rather confused on how a cellphone worked and how everyone seemed to be attached to them.
Did people not go out and meet with each other anymore?
You thought, as Henry had explained to you that hundreds, thousands and even millions of people all across the world could see him posting the video, in a matter of seconds. It all sounded like some sort of magic or trick that Loki would do.
“You wanna see something cool?” Henry asked, after he finished and smiled brightly at you.
“Sure.” You answered, slowly.
Henry smiled more, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side, making his device light up and pressed on the front of it, making the screen change to something else as he held it at arm's length. You gasped, blinking several times, when you saw your and Henry's faces appear on it, you looked at Henry, noticing the second you on the screen did the same, making Henry chuckle.
“It's a camera.” He explained to you, watching you look between his phone and him.
“Like, on the tv?” You asked, meeting his eye.
“Sorta, yeah. Same idea and deal, but people can't see us, unless I use my Instagram.” He told you.
“Insta-what?” You frowned, shaking your head at him.
“It was the thing I was just using to reassure everyone that I was okay.” He told you, turning his camera off real quick and opened the app on his home screen. “This is Instagram. People posts pictures of themselves, animals and anything else they find interesting, as well as videos.” He showed you different pictures he took, mostly of Kal and other things, he showed you a video he shot back in 2015, where he was shaving the beard he had for playing Captain Syverson. “It's how people socialize nowadays.”
“Do people not go out and meet each other anymore?” You frowned, finally voicing that thought.
“They still do. But, it's easier to socialize with phones, technology and things, like Instagram, when people are too far away to meet up.” He told you, turning his camera back on, then pulled you into a kiss, snapping a photo of it as your lips met. “Look at that,” he grinned, pulling away and showing you the photo. “You're first 21st Century picture.”
You looked at it, tilting your head. “Is that what I look like?” You asked, you'd never had your photo taken before, not even painted back home in the 12th Century. Of course, you've seen your reflection in streams and the mirror in the bathroom, but, seeing the photo on Henry's phone, seemed different.
“It is.” Henry replied, softly, setting his phone down and cupped your face in his hands, so you looked at him. “You're beautiful, inside and out.” He told you, kissing you again, deep and sweet. “We need to talk about a few things, before the lawyer gets here tomorrow.” He said, changing the subject to a serious note.
“Okay.” You nodded, feeling your nerves and stress spark up again.
“You're going to asked a lot of questions, one of them is going to be about your last name.” He told you, leaning forward and picking up a piece of paper he had written some of the info on, while he was on the phone with the lawyer.
“I thought,” You frowned, caught off guard. “I thought, I had your name?” You said, shaking your head at him.
“You do, and you will more appropriately to this time period, once we get everything else settled.” Henry assured you, patting your thigh. “But, he's going to ask you about your maiden name. The name you had before we married, technically.”
“I didn't have one.” You frowned at him, brows drawing together.
“Then, how did you guys refer to each other as?” Henry asked, realizing he never really paid attention to that, while he was there.
You shrugged your shoulders, shyly. “If someone shared a name with another in the village, they had a nickname. Like, Thorstein, the smith, his cousin had the same name, so people would call him Thor, both for short and, he was a blacksmith, so he swung a hammer around, like the God.” You explained to him, chewing on your lip. “Or they would simply be referred to, like my brother little brother Olle would have been, as Gunnarson. Because, he would have been my father's son.”
“What about that?” Henry asked, lifting a brow at you.
“What, Gunnarson?” You answered, blinking at him.
“Yeah.” He nodded, liking the sound of it.
“But, I'm not his son, I'm his daughter.” You laughed, shaking your head at him, amused.
“It doesn't really matter, if you are or not. You're still his child, either way, and it'll be a nice way to honor him.” He pointed out, hand rubbing your thigh as he watched that distant light in your eye form, he'd seen it in your eyes a dozen times a day; your mind going back to how you left things in the past, worrying about the safety of your father and village. “I'm sure, they're all right, y/n. Your father is a fine and capable Jarl, and warrior.” He whispered to you, leaning in to kiss your cheek, tenderly. “He knew, it might come to you leaving with me. I'm sure, he thinks your somewhere in the wild.”
“He knows, what wild, I'm in.” You whispered, very softly.
“What?” Henry squeaked, looking like a deer in headlights.
“I told him.” You sighed, rubbing your face and resting back against the couch cushions. “About you.” You added, even quieter.
“You what?” He snapped, absolutely stunned at your confession. “You told him, about the stones?”
“Yes.” You gulped, hearing the growing anger in his voice.
“When?” Henry snapped, sitting up straight. “Why!” He barked, losing a handle on his temper.
“After the incident with Wulfric and Ove, when they accused you of running, while I was away.” You sighed, calm and reserved. “He asked me, why I was going through so much trouble to protect you, why I was treating you the way I was, and not like the rest-”
“Of the slaves, you mean.” He hissed at you.
The word hit you in the chest, like he had punched you with his fist.
Everyone had seen you treat Henry differently from the rest of the Thralls, you need no attempt on hiding it, you didn't care enough to hide your overwhelming need to protect Henry from them, from the abusive and brutal life of a Norse; as a slave. You had heard your uncle, Bjorn, was planning on sacrificing Henry to the Gods, to ensure their crops were good that year, you hadn't cared that he was; at first. Lukas had told you and your father that they had captured a stray Anglo-Saxon roaming the hillside not far from Östholm, fearing him to be a scout. But, at the feast for the raiding bounty, when they lined up all the good and able bodied slaves, before you and your father, you spotted Henry as the one they were talking about, like a crow among ducks. He looked so strange, in his running clothes, trying so desperately to make himself look weak and insignificant. But, you could tell he was neither, and felt yourself drawn to him with a force you couldn't, and really still can't, understand or place. It called to you, begged you to take this poor man and protect him, to care for him and love him, or it would be an affront to the Gods themselves. So, when your father turned to you, asking if you wanted to chose one, since you had done so well on the raid, you chose Henry automatically, in your mind that is, you didn't want to pick him outright, that would have been suspicious, so you scanned the rest of them, acting like the choice was a burden and hard, before relenting and picking him. Gunnar had looked at you, like you had lost your ever-loving mind, not just because you chose an Anglo-Saxon for a thrall, but you had chosen the one your uncle, fully intended to kill. It could have ended badly, Bjorn feeling you were trying to take his offering to the Gods and insult him, getting all the favor of Odin for yourself and Skali. But, your reply to your father's question, was more than simple and obvious; you weren't stupid or blind.
'If Bjorn wanted to keep him for himself, as a sacrifice to the Gods, he shouldn't have put him up for the taking.'
Gunnar relented, and told Bjorn your choice in Henry, reciting the same line of reasoning as you had told him, when your uncle wanted to protest the matter. So, there it was. That's why you had chosen Henry. That's why, you had treated him like he wasn't really a thrall, while keeping up the barest minimum of illusions that he was; you had stopped considering Henry a thrall or your thrall, and truly began to fall in love with him, the night you held his shaking body in your arms and listened to him cry, about wanting to go home. Hearing Henry refer to himself a thrall, a slave, and having to call him one back home, had always made you sick to your stomach and lightheaded; he made you weak and he made you strong, all at the same time.
“Yes.” You gulped, blinking at the tears that so desperately wanted to form in your eyes. “I told him, why I chose you that night. That—” You gulped harder. “That, I had fallen in love with you, I had been in love with you, the moment I saw you, coming into Östholm.”
“You loved me the whole time,” Henry huffed, surprised. “and you more or less left me to my own device for first few months you owned me, in Skali.”
“I never wanted to own you, Henry.” Your voice broke a little bit. “and I didn't want to completely listen to myself either. But, like Svipdagr, I couldn't hid from my fate any longer.”
“That's when you brought me in, the first person to really treat me like a human.” Henry whispered. “Then, you told your father about me.” He said, still angry.
“Yes, I told him all that, and what you had told me, about coming from here to there.” You nodded, picking at the black and gray fabric of your leggings. “He thought, I was crazy, but he came around. That's when he started to like you. He finally understood you, he finally understood why I was drawn to you.”
“What if he hadn't believed you?” Henry snapped, startling at you, you didn't think he'd be so upset about it. “He could have killed both of us.”
“No, he wouldn't have.” You squeaked back, shaking your head, hurt.
“He could have told the whole village, Wulfric would have been backed up, then he really would have killed me.”
“I wouldn't have let that happen.” You frowned, sitting up. “Henry, please, I wouldn't have let him hurt you, I never let him hurt you.” You tried to soothe him.  “Please, just calm down--”
“I'm not your thrall anymore, Ghost!” Henry suddenly roared, scaring you, you had never seen this side of him before. “You can't order me around.”
Your mouth dropped open and blinked several times, silent tears dripping down your cheek and off your jaw, you took a shuttered breath, with a look of absolute pain on your face. “I'm sorry.” You whimpered, getting up.
“Fuck.” Henry gasped, recalling himself as you reached the room door. “Y/n, please. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it. I'm just stressed out, that's all.” He babbled, as you pulled the door open. “Please, don't go.” He begged you, panting as you stepped out into the hall.
“I'm not your thrall, Henry. You can't order me around.” You replied, using his own words against him.
“But, you are my wife.” Henry countered, still desperate to get you back into the room, the fear of losing you was squeezing at his heart.
“In my time, I'm your wife. But, you said it yourself, so did he,” You answered, referencing the lawyer. “It's not binding, here and now.” You told him and let the door shut.
“Y/n!” He yelled, bolting out of the room and down the hall, making it to the lift just as the doors closed, sealing you away from him. “Fuck!” He cried, slapping his palms to and resting his forehead on the closed doors.
“Henry?” Marianne's voice called, her room was just across the hall from the lift. “What's going on?”
“Y/n and I, had a fight and I was an idiot.” He replied, not looking back at his mother. “I used something against her, that wasn't at all her fault to start with. She was the one that saved me from it, and I still hurt her with it. I'm just so tired and stressed out, trying to make sure she's all right and taken care of, I think, I've missed what she wants.”
Marianne rested her hand on Henry's broad back, rubbing up and down his spine. “I'm sure, she's just as stressed out and tired, as you are, Henry. This is all new and scary to her.”
“She's scared.” Henry whimpered.
He had been trying, so hard, to slowly introduce you into his world, pointing out things and explaining them, answering your curious and shy questions, that he hadn't thought about you being afraid of what was going on around you. He had noticed, how you clung onto his hand and arm, while out and about, going to stores, or the restaurant he took you to the night before, showing you different ways food was served nowadays. If he was honest with himself, he reveled in it, having you lean on him, having you hold onto him, seeking and needing him to protect you, finally. He couldn't properly protect you back in your own time, he wasn't a warrior, he couldn't defend himself with a sword or in a proper fight against anyone in your time, that much had been made clear to him, as he was beaten and enslaved. But, here, in his time, that role had reversed. Now, you were the one that couldn't, you couldn't just pick up a sword and end the matter that way. So, you depended on him, and he failed. He hadn't protected or took care of your most basic need, emotionally and mentally, he'd only focused on the physical.
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You left the hotel, you didn't know where you were going, you didn't care either way; you just needed fresh air and space to think. You picked a direction and went that way, following the flow of the early afternoon rush, getting lost in the crowd and noise, letting it absorb you. Suddenly, you paused, looking up at a huge building and frowned. Turning on your heels, you wandered into the building and felt like you had been sucked back in time, back to your own time. You wandered around, pausing at various displays and roped off objects, you stopped dead, as you walked to the end of a hall and saw a huge ship taking up a vast majority of the next room; not just any ship though, a viking ship.
“Remarkable, isn't it?” Someone behind you asked, spooking you. “Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.” She smirked. “I work here, one of the historians.”
“You know the history of the Norse?” You asked, turning your body towards her.
“I know a great deal about it.” the Historian nodded.
You blinked, chewing the inside of your cheek for a moment, debating your thoughts. “Do you know a place, it's probably no longer around, called Skali?” You asked her, feeling your hands start to shake.
The Historian frowned for a moment, then turned on her high heels. “Follow me.” She said, waving you to go with her.
Not wasting a second, you followed after her as she guided you through the museum, the click of her heels on the polished floors echoing through the halls. It took a couple of minutes to make it to the other side of the building, where she disappeared into a little office for a moment, re-emerging with a book and flipped through it. You stood in front of her, impatient and antsy for any news on what happened to your village.
“It seems, at some point around the year 1056, Skali became part of Dalsland, in Götaland.” She told you, her long, manicured nail following the sentence on the page. “After the Jarl of the village passed away at the, amazing, age of eighty-one.”
“Does it tell you the name of the Jarl?” You asked, hands shaking even hard and your heart started to drum against your ribcage.
“Yes, here in the footnotes.” She nodded, moving to the back of the book. “Gunnar 'Ironside' Eriksson.” she said, looking up at you as you whimpered, letting out a breath you hadn't realized you had been holding since passing through the stones with Henry a month before. “Are you all right?” She asked you, concerned as she watched you almost crumble to the ground, and cry.
“He lived.” You sobbed, gulping thickly, then pulled yourself together, wiping at your eyes. “Sorry, I've been—studying, about the village and their Jarl. I saw somewhere, that he was killed.” You lied, trying to ease the woman's concern for you.
“No, I assure you, he lived to an advanced age.” She assured you, still worried about you.
“That's incredible, thank you.” You smiled, hugging her on impulse, before turning and walking away from her, making your way out of the museum, sniffling.
“Y/n!” Henry's voice called, as you trotted down the stairs of the museum.
“How did you find me?” You frowned as you met each other.
“Well, I figured, as upset as you were, that you'd want to be somewhere more—familiar—to think. So, I googled the closet place with Norse history, and this was at the top of the list.” He told you, looking you over, he could see your eyes were still red and wet. “I'm sorry,” he whimpered, brushing his fingers through your hair and cupping your damp face in his hands. “I never meant to be such an ass. I know, it's hard and scary for you to be here, with me—because of me. I just--”
“He died.” You blurted out, blinking up at him, catching him off guard.
“Who?” Henry frowned, shaking his head, then it accrued to him. “Your father.” He said softly, his already soft and concerned face, became even more so. “I'm so sorry, y/n.”
“He died,” You repeated, smiling at him. “When he was eighty-one.”
Henry looked shocked and dumbfounded. “He lived, for almost another forty years, after we left?” He asked, stunned by the news, but also as relieved about it as you were, it meant that he wasn't killed for your actions of killing Wulfric.
“Yes.” You laughed, feeling a tremendous weight fall off your shoulders. “Skali doesn't, technically, exist anymore. When my father died, it became part of Dalsland, in what's now Götaland. It all survived, Henry.”
“That's a relief.” Henry sighed, feeling like he could breathe again too, as he folded you into his arms. “I'm glad, and relieved, to know everything was all right, after we left.” He whispered into your ear, nosing your hair, gently. “That, you know the truth now.” He added, kissing your jaw.
“So, am I.” You whispered back, melting into his body. “And, I think, you're right; about honoring him.” You added, tilting your head back to look up at him.
Henry smiled at you, resting his forehead against yours for a moment, until he felt the fat droplets of rain hit the back of his neck, and looked up at the graying sky. “Looks like it about to pour.” He said, wiping away a few of the droplets that hit his face.
“We should go, then.” You said, feeling them too, and shivered.
“That's a good idea.” He agreed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and hugged you against his side, sheltering you with his body from the rain and helped keep you warm, on the long walk back to the hotel suite.
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The next day, you and Henry went down to the lawyer's office, answering all the questions he, and the Swedish government, had for you, and filled out a mass of paperwork. With that all done, all you and Henry had to do was wait the five business days for your new passport and up to six weeks for the copy of your birth certificate after the proper people, went through the channels and processes to issue you one, along with your citizenship. After that, you could get an identification card and you'd be completely legal in the 21st century, free to move about the world as you pleased. You and Henry could also, officially and legally, be married as well.
“That wasn't so hard, was it?” Henry said, as you both left the office.
You snorted and rolled your eyes at him. “If you say so.” you teased him.
“I can't wait, to take you home with me.” Henry said, walking down to the rental car he'd gotten, hand and hand with you.
“I'm just nervous about the whole—plane—situation.” You said, as Henry opened your door for you.
“You'll be all right.” He assured you, getting in the car beside you. “It's not as scary as it seems. Besides, if you get scared, you have me and the Bear to comfort and calm you.” He promised, reaching over and squeezing your knee.
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You weren't sure about it, but Henry had insisted on it. So, you gripped the cell phone in your hand, feeling incredibly strange by doing so. Henry had showed you how to use it several times, and found that you had a much easier time texting, then you did making a physical call with it, chalking that up to the similarity of texting to what you were more use to, letter writing. You sat on the couch, in the hotel suite, slowly turning the phone around and around in your hand, lost in thought.
“I'll be back.” Henry said, kissing the top of your head. “I'm going to take my mum to the airport, shouldn't take too long.” He promised, smiling at you. “If you need anything, just text me.” He called over his shoulder, going out the door.
You licked your lips as the door closed behind him, sighing, you glanced around the room and spotted the headphones Henry had also got for you, in case you wanted to listen to something on your phone, once you got the hang of navigating the thing. Getting up, you retrieved the headphones, and after a minute or two of trying to remember what hole Henry said the one end went into, you pushed the buds into your ears and sat back down beside Kal, on the couch. You stared at the lit up screen for a long time, having to wake it up a time or two, before tapping the G button on the home screen, like you had seen Henry do on his phone, countless times. A screen popped up and so did your keyboard, you glanced at Kal, who lifted his head at you.
“What do you think I should Google, Kal?” You asked the Akita. “How about music?” You inquired, turning back to the screen and slowly typed in Norse Music, seeing what this century's take on your time's music was, then tapped the first thing that showed up on the list, Helvegen by Wardruna.
The song started slow and quiet, then picked up, the lyrics filled your ears and flowed into your blood, making goosebumps ripple over your flesh. You had gotten lost in it, and the other songs that played after it, in the same theme. Henry came back to the room, finding you stretched out, head propped up on Kal's back, foot swaying to the beat of the song as it laid draped over the arm of the couch. He smiled, watching you. He was proud of you, you had figured out how to find and listen to music on your phone, without having to ask; and clearly found music you enjoyed listening too, on top of it. He braced his hands on the armrest above your head and leaned over you, eyes closed and a happy smile on your face. Henry was relieved you were adjusting so well, especially after finding out your father survived and lived to a respectable old age. Your eyes opened, finally sensing Henry's presence and pulled out your headphones.
“Hey.” He smiled down at you, softly.
“Hi.” You smiled up at him.
“I see, you've taught yourself a few things, while I was away.” He said, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand.
“I did.” You nodded, proud of yourself. “I discovered, Youtube.” You told him, sitting up and turned to face him.
“It's a very handy place for music.” Henry nodded, amused.
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You laid on your stomach, on the bed, still drying from your shower with Henry, and laughed, when he playfully slapped you on the butt. “Naughty boy.” You smirked at him, over your shoulder.
“Mmhm, naughty indeed.” He smirked back, licking his lips as his eyes trailed up your naked body.
Henry bent kissing the back of your calf, nipping lightly at your warm skin, gliding his lips over the back of your knee to your thigh, where he bit even harder, making you yelp and giggled, shaking your head at him. He moved on, biting into each of your cheeks, then buried his face between your legs, licking at the underside of your pussy with his broad and greedy tongue, making your toes curl.
“Oh gods, Henry.” You whimpered, hands twisting in the sheets, pushed your hips back and arched your belly down, moaning lewdly at the increased pressure of his tongue and mouth. “I love feeling your mouth on me.” You sighed softly, breathing in light and steady pants.
He smirked against your folds, curving his tongue, so the tip could tease the nub of your clit. Henry gripped your hips, holding you in place against his mouth and doubling his efforts, drawing you to the very edge of no return for your orgasm, then pulled back, licking your juices from his lips, laughing as you protested. “As much as I love you coming against my mouth, I love all the more,” He moved over you, supporting his body on his knees and elbows, bringing his mouth against the rim of your earlobe. “when you come around my cock.”
You shivered beneath him, pushing your head back to rest on his shoulder and turned your face into his, kissing his cheek and jaw. “But, your cock isn't in me, is it?” You purred into his ear, tugging on it with your teeth.
“Easily, remedied.” Henry panted.
Reaching between your bodies and lining up the head of his shaft, Henry slowly eased into your core, feeling your walls quiver around him, still so close to coming, so he took his time. You whimpered and moaned as his thickness stretched you open. Henry moved his arm to better hold himself, so he didn't hurt you under his weight, kissing your neck and jawline, tugging on your earlobe with his teeth and grinding himself into you. He used his knee to push your legs open even farther, he smoothed a hand down your side to your hip, squeezing it for a moment, before slipping his hand beneath you, reaching down between you and the bed to start rubbing your clit with two fingers, then bucked in against you, making you gasp. He hit your spot and cervix with each experienced and practiced movement, while also stimulating your clit. You could feel yourself starting to unravel, you weren't going to last long and Henry knew it, so he slowed down, easing off your nub.
“You're torturing me.” You whimpered, nudging back against him.
“All the better, to hear you moan and beg me to come.” Henry smirked, chuckling and drove his cock harder into you, then stilled.
“You monster.” You laughed, trying to rub back against him, to make him move inside of you, but Henry let a little bit more of his weight to rest on you, pinning you even more to the bed.
“How wet you are.” He cooed into your hair and felt you dripping onto his fingers, a slow damp patch forming beneath you. “If you get any wetter, we're going to have to have the sheets changed.” He teased you, grinding his hips in a way that made his still fingers, rub at your clit.
“Then, let me come.” You moaned, biting the corner of your lip. “Ah, Henry!” You roared, frustrated as he only laughed, biting your neck, muffling his laugh of amusement. “Oh, I hate you so.” You growled, pleasantly trapped beneath his chiseled body.
“You hate me?” Henry pouted, nuzzle the back of your ear. “That's not very nice of you, wife, and when I'm only trying to please you.” He said, burying his nose in your still damp and fragrant hair.
“You are teasing me, husband.” You retorted, squeezing your walls around his cock and rubbing back against him, the best you could.
Henry pulled his hips back, half withdrawing his member from inside your core. “You want me to tease you, wife?” He rumbled into your ear, his voice heavy with lust and playfulness. “I can do just that, my love.” He pulled himself free of your core, but stayed where he was, on all fours above you and removed his arm from beneath your body to between your legs from the back, slipping his broad thumb into his cock's place and curving his fingers back to your nub.
Your mouth felt open in a silent moan, Henry pressing his thumb down against your spot, rubbing it in time with your clit, your body rocking against his hand, of its own accord. Henry smirked, listening to you moan and whimper as he teased you, pushing his thumb deeper into you, feeling how slick you made his fingers and palm. He removed his thumb and pressed his first two fingers in, fucking them hard into you, the wet sounds of your dripping pussy filling the room.
“Look at that.” He smirked, pulling his fingers out and spreading them apart, seeing the thickness of your cum stretch between them. “So, so wet.” He moaned, showing his wet fingers to you. “That wet spot on the bed is such a nice size now.” He teased you, biting into your shoulder, causing you to cry out as he left a well-defined bite mark behind.
“Please, Henry.” You begged him, licking your lips and rubbing your ass up against his hard cock, feeling it drip between your cheeks, making you even wetter, and swallowed. “Henry, please. For the love of Gods, put your cock in me and let me come around it already.” You cried, reaching back and tangling your fingers into his curls.
“I suppose, since you've begged so nicely.” Henry chuckled, wrapping his sticky hand around his cock and filled you with it again, his hand always finding its way back underneath you, to your clit.
He wasted no time in making you come, hard, your walls squeezing around his shaft made him groan and bucking into your harder, the bed shaking and protesting beneath you both. “Christ, I love you.” He panted, pulling you both back, so he knelt on the bed and you were pulled up on your hands and knees, the slap of skin mixing with the wet sounds of his cock driving into you. You took in a shaky gasp of air and gripped the blankets for dear life, feeling another orgasm mounting in the pit of your stomach, making you weak and shaky. Henry pounded into you, ripping you though your second orgasm, withdrew and pushed you onto your back and yanked you down to him, still standing on his knees, he hosted up your hips, wrapping your shaking and heavy legs around his waist and re-entered you, picking up the pace he had left off, moaning and grunting loudly.
“Y/n.” Henry panted, out of breath, and filling you so much with his come, that it oozed out and dripped onto the bed. He licked his lips, letting your legs slip down his thick thighs, bending over you and kissed you deeply. “I love you.” He panted, rolling onto his side and holding you against him. “I love you, so very much.”
You smiled, brushing his damp curls off his sweaty forehead and kissed his cheek, tenderly. “I love you, just as much.” You whispered back, tangling your legs with his.
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iamnotoriginalphil · 4 years
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Lying is the Most Fun (Loki x f!Reader) - Part 2
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Synopsis: You settle in to the house.
Words: 1375
Warnings: swearing, mentions of nsfw
AN: I’ve missed writing for Loki. Let me know if you want to be tagged in future chapters.
**GIF not mine**
“Come in, come in,” your mother said, ushering you through the door.
Loki picked the bags up again, moving past your mother with a quiet thank you and a charming smile. You followed behind, doing your best to not meet your mother’s eye. You were sure she’d be grinning at you with pride. You didn’t want to deal with your mother loving Loki more than you, just as she had with every single boy you’d ever brought home. You didn’t need it confirmed that she was just happy every time you managed to get a man. As if that was the only thing that made your life worthwhile.
“Let me take those from you, son,” your father said.
A scowl passed over Loki’s face for a second before being replaced with the charming smile again. He tightened his grip on the bags.
“That’s alright sir, just point me in the right direction,” he said.
Your father gave him an appraising look but didn’t move. You took a deep breath, ready to put yourself between them should it become necessary. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d done that with a boyfriend.
“You’ll have to excuse us, Loki, but it’s going to be rather full in here for the next few days. I’m sure you won’t be complaining but we’ll have to put you in with our daughter,” your mother said. You stiffened at the implication.
“Oh yes, that will do wonderfully.” His eyes flashed as he glanced over at you. You wrinkled your nose at him. Your father grumbled. Your mother was looking on indulgently. Some days you hated your meddling mother. She’d done this on purpose.
“It will do,” you agreed.
You strode past him, towards your usual room. If this week was going to go the way you were worried it now would, you had to lay some new ground rules. You were not going to be putting up with any of his bullshit. Not if your horrifying suspicions turned out to be true. And knowing your mother, they would.
You pushed the door open, taking in the familiar room. The scent of fresh air and dark wood, filled your nostrils. You squeezed your eyes closed, letting out a groan of frustration. Of fucking course.
“If I knew it was so easy to make you make that noise I would have done it sooner,” a laughing voice whispered in your ear.
You growled, striding into the room. You ignored the single large bed in the middle of the room, walking over to the window. It had a beautiful view of the lake, the light shining on the still surface. You crossed your arms over your chest, not wanting to see the gleeful look on Loki’s face. You much preferred the view of nature over a smarmy bastard who was surely gloating over his good fortune.
“Which side do you want?” he asked.
“What?”
“Which side of the bed do you want?”
“It doesn’t matter given you won’t be sleeping in it.”
“I believe your parents said we would be sharing a room. Did I misunderstand?”
“If you sleep, and I’m not convinced you do, then you will be doing so on the floor.”
He chuckled. The bags landed on the floor with a thump. You closed your eyes, battling against another grimace. He was going to make your life hell for the next week.
“This is rather comfortable.”
You turned around, finding Loki lying on the bed in one of those stereotypical seductive poses. You rolled your eyes, moving away from the window. He followed you with his eyes, smirk firmly in place. You gritted your teeth. He had such a way of unbalancing you with little more than a look. You had always put it down to the power you knew he held. You’d never met someone with so much power before.
“It’s too bad that this is the only time you’ll experience it.”
“You wouldn’t want your family to question our relationship would you?”
You sighed, turning away from him again. If you were sneaky enough, it shouldn’t be a problem having him sleep on the floor. And you knew he could be sneaky. You had agreed that in private you wouldn’t be bothering with the charade as it was nothing but a performance for other people. You didn’t want to deal with Loki in your personal space, let alone blurring the line between the two of you. You preferred the days when it was just you in a room staring at him all day, ignoring his taunts. Now you had to deal with a whole new playing field. One that impacted not just you but also your family.
“Come join me, my love,” he said, “let’s enjoy the bed while we’re not being disturbed.” “In your dreams,” you muttered.
“Trust me when I say my dreams are far less tame than this,” he said, his voice growing low and gravelly. You bit down on your lower lip hard enough to hurt. You ignored the shot of pleasure that shot between your legs. You weren’t about to admit that some nights, you’d had the same kind of dreams.
“Then it sounds like you're going to remain disappointed,” you snapped. You fought hard against the flush trying to rise in your cheeks.
“I could never be disappointed with a beautiful woman sharing my bed,” he said. You could practically feel his eyes trailing over your body. You shivered.
“But since you’ll be sleeping on the floor, you won’t get even that.”
“We’ll see about that.”
A loud knock interrupted you before you could get the last word. You pulled open the door, finding your father on the other side. He shifted his gaze from you to a point over your shoulder glared at Loki.
“Are you all settled in?” he asked.
“Yes, thank you, daddy,” you said, “does Mum need any help in the kitchen?”
“I’m sure she would appreciate some.” He gave you one of those special smiles he’d been giving you since you were little.
“I’ll give her a hand then.”
“No need. I will lend a hand. You relax, my love. You deserve it after how hard you have been working,” a low voice said.
A pair of cold lips pressed against your temples before Loki stepped out from behind you. You bit back a growl, choosing instead to point him in the direction of the kitchen.
“That’s very kind of you, son,” your father said.
“It is no problem at all.”
You watched him walk away from you, ignoring the smile he tossed over his shoulder at you. You didn’t even want to know what he had planned with your mother.
“Come on kiddo,” your dad said, “you can come help check out the fishing equipment?”
“I’m surprised there are any fish left in that lake,” you laughed.
He gave you an indulgent smile. You followed him outside, the fresh air doing more to clear your head than anything else. You hated how easily Loki got under your skin.
“So how did you meet him?” your father asked as you took a seat on the porch steps.
“Work,” you replied, “isn’t it always work?”
You looked out on the lake, remembering the last time you were in this position. Josh had made quite the impact on the family. He had spent the long weekend working hard to be the alpha male in the house, competing with your father at every turn. Your mother had thought it was sweet he cared so much about your father. You had broken up with him two days after returning home.
“You work too hard kiddo,” he said.
“I love my job. You know that.” Which was a lie since your newest assignment.
“How long have you been seeing him?” he asked.
“Not long which is why it was such a surprise I was bringing him. Sorry about that,” you said.
“It might have been a surprise but I think your mother would say it was a pleasant one,” he said.
“She does seem to have already taken a shine to him, doesn’t she?”
“You have managed to bag a charmer,” he said.
“Yes. I suppose that is one way to put it.”
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thefloorisbalaclava · 3 years
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Going to the fair with frankie and him wanting to get a couple of strips of photos from the photo booth, the first set are all silly faces, the second set more serious and passionate
Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x Reader
Warnings: None. Just a fun and flirty time with Frankie.
A/N: This is so fun and cute. Definitely something Frankie would love to do.
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The crowd at the fair only seemed to grow the later you two were there. You had sat down to wait for Frankie who was ordering funnel cake for the both of you. You looked up at the sky, which had taken on that beautiful purple and pink hue from the setting sun, and smiled.
“I gotta take you up there again one day during the sunset. It’s even better up close,” Frankie said as he placed a funnel cake in front of you.
“I bet.” You smiled at him. He say beside you with his own funnel cake. “I thought we were gonna share,” you said.
“Babe, you never share yours...”
“What? Yes, I do.” You pouted.
“Okay, but you only leave me a corner and then cry to me about how you have a stomachache.” He broke a piece of funnel cake off and ate it, leaving a few spots of powdered sugar in his mustache and beard. You chuckled. “What?”
“Sugar.” You moved closer and he must have thought you were going to kiss him because he puckered his lips. “No, I mean you have sugar here...” You wiped his mustache, “...and here.” Then his beard. “This is a stubborn spot.” You rubbed at a spot in his beard until you realized. “Oh...those are grey hairs.” He frowned immediately and you cracked up.
“Very funny.” He ate quietly then looked at you. “Sugar,” he said but when he moved in, he kissed you. “Got it.”
“Smooth,” you said before feeding him some of your funnel cake. He sucked on your finger a bit and you looked around. “Frankie...behave.”
“Let’s hurry up and finish. I still have one more thing I wanna do,” he said excitedly.
“It’s not another game is it? We’ve already had to run back to the truck twice to put our prizes away. If you win any more stuffed animals our place will be overrun.”
“No, it’s not a game. Promise.” He smiled adorably and you poked his dimple.
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Frankie held your hand and guided you through the crowd, looking around as though he was lost.
“Where are we going?” you asked.
“You’ll see.” He walked you a bit further. “Ah ha! Found it. Come on.” He sprinted now and pulled you along. You finally saw where he was taking you.
“Photo booth? Frankie...I look a mess,” you complained.
“Impossible.” He pulled you into the booth and you both sat down. “Funny faces?” he asked and you nodded. You two posed in the silliest ways you could and at some point his hat ended up on your head. “Okay, next time we’ll be serious,” he said.
“Okay,” you giggled before clearing your throat and taking his hat off your head. He put more money in before turning to you and winking. You moved closer and before you knew it, you were kissing him. He was kissing you. The photo booth was catching it all--the small breaks in between kisses, the way you pressed your foreheads together and smiled at one another and, of course, the kisses. By the end of it, you were on his lap and his hands were under your shirt, warm against your back. You pulled away in a daze, blinking slowly.
“Wait...did it take the pictures?” you asked.
“I think so,” he murmured, still staring at your lips.
“We’re acting like two horny teenagers,” you joked.
“And now we have proof of it.” He chuckled as you slid off his lap and picked his hat up from the ground. You dusted it off then placed it on his head. “Thanks, babe.” He kissed you again and you moaned quietly before pulling away.
“Others could be waiting,” you said. Frankie whined as you stood up and walked out the booth. You grabbed the photo strips and smiled as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. “Look at us.”
“Still the hottest couple ever, huh?” He kissed your cheek and moved away. You turned and grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers with his. “Ready to go home?” he asked.
“Yeah but...can we get another funnel cake before we go?”
“Of course...sugar.” He gave you a quick kiss then led you through the crowd.
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honeyvbarnes · 4 years
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Mission: Home
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You make it your personal mission to help Bucky feel at home after he moves into the compound, returning from Wakanda.
Warning: Slight angst???
A/N: Hello kind people! This is my very first post and fic! Please reblog and share! As of, right now I have like two followers, and I would very much like to grow as a blog and make new friends! I am very nervous, so please be kind. I just want to share my love for fics and Marvel babes. So here goes nothin, Enjoy!
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A new recruit. All you were told is that there will be a new recruit. As the newest, and youngest Avenger, you were pretty damn excited to be getting a new recruit.
After waking up at your usual time, you made your way down to the gym to train with Steve, like you did every morning. Pushing the doors open you quickly realize the gym is empty. This was very unusual, but you shrug it off and start on your morning stretches. Maybe Steve took an extra long run this morning, you think to yourself. Thirty minutes go by and you’ve already ran a couple miles on the treadmill, but you can’t shake the feeling that something is definitely wrong.
“Friday? Where’s Steve?” You ask the AI, stepping off the treadmill.
“Captain Rogers is in the main conference room, with Mr. Stark and -”
“Thanks Fri!” You reply, promptly cutting off Friday before she could finish. As you made you way to the elevators you wonder why Steve and Tony are having a meeting, as well as why Steve didn’t cancel your training session. It must be about the new recruit.
Lost in thought, you make it to the conference room and enter without permission.
“Steve, I really don’t like to be stood up, and I still need to perfect that move you were teaching me yester-“ you stop right in your tracks as you’re met with three pairs of eyes. Tony is standing at the head of the table while the two other men stood as you barged in. Steve stands stiff, nervous even. While the other man, on the opposite side of the tables looks like a deer caught in headlights.
“I- oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“Y/N, didn’t you see that we have a breakfast meeting scheduled at eight?” Tony asks with a raised brow.
A scheduled breakfast? In all your one and a half years as an avenger, your team has never once had a “scheduled breakfast”. Everyone always ate at their own times. Confusion clouded your features which prompted Tony to tap on his wrist. You look down at your Stark Watch and realize you have a scheduled event at eight. Completely embarrassed and still confused, you spurt out another apology as you rush out of the room.
Two hours later you make your way to the dining area. You’ve dressed in your usual casual attire, but you’ve done your hair and simple makeup. First impressions are important, am I right? You are the last one to the kitchen and Natasha waves at you as you enter.
“Here I saved you a spot next to me!” She says with a smirk.
“Alrighty everyone, quiet down I’m speaking now.” Tony says as he stands. “It’s new recruit day, and well I thought we’d do some team bonding over brunch. Most of you have already met Tin-Man over here. After a much needed vacay, he’s ready to officially become one of us! So enjoy, and thank me later.”
As everyone starts to eat, you look across the table at the LARGE man sitting next to Steve. He’s sitting with his shoulders hunched over and his long chestnut hair is slightly covering his face.
“Hi! Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N, we kinda met earlier.” You introduce yourself with a bright smile. Suddenly everyone stops talking and looks between you and the recruit. Almost as if they’re waiting to see what he’ll do next.
As he lifts his head, he looks almost stunned. His crystal blue eyes meet yours, and you swear theres a slight blush to his cheeks. This man has to be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, but he still has yet to speak, or smile. He’s highly aware that everyone is staring, but you simply just smile at him even more to assure him that it’s okay.
“James. The name’s James, but people call me Bucky.” He finally says, voice quiet and gruff, mouth forming a small smile.
Throughout the next couple of weeks you notice that Bucky doesn’t talk much. He tends to stick to Steve, which is obvious now that you know their history, Sam and Natasha as well. You’ve also come to learn about Bucky’s history. Although he went through extensive therapy in Wakanda, every one still treats him as if he’s a ticking time bomb. Which has apparently made him doubt his decision in moving into the compound, says Natasha. Now, every time you pass him in the halls or run into him in the gym you make sure to say hi, anything really to let him know you aren’t afraid of him. Yet, he has still not warmed up to you yet.
It’s late one night, insomnia truly doing its best work, as you lay on your bed, scrolling through your phone. The compound is quiet, you figure everyone has gone to bed or at least returned to their quarters. Suddenly you hear a loud crashing noise, as your headboard to your bed shakes. Your senses kick in and you’re on your toes ready to attack, if needed. But then silence returns. The sound came from Bucky’s room next to yours. As being the newest members of the team he was put on the same floor as you, Wanda, Vision, and Loki. As you peek out into the hallway, you are met with darkness and more silence. The sound hadn’t seemed to wake anyone up, but you decide to check on Bucky.
“James? Are you alright?” You ask after knocking gently. The door suddenly swings open and Bucky stands before you wearing nothing but low cut sweatpants and socks. His chest is heaving, light layer of sweat coating his upper body. His hair is damp and messily pulled into a bun. His eyes are wide and you notice the slight quiver in his lips. Theres blood on his knuckles of his right hand and you quickly look past his shoulder and see that he had punched the wall.
“Oh,  James what happened?” Concern spilling out of you, you reach out to touch his arm, but he flinches so you quickly pull back.
“May I come in?” He nods in return.
“I… I don’t belong here” he suddenly whispers. He sits on the edge of the bed, elbows to his knees. You take a look around his room, and it is sterile clean. Nothing has been touched, or rearranged. You open your mouth to speak but he starts again. “I don’t deserve to be here with the rest of you. I thought I was ready to start my life, free from my past, but nothing feels right.”
“James, I know how difficult it is. When Natasha first brought me to the compound I think I stayed in my room for like a week straight. I’ve done bad in my life, never thought I’d be forgiven for all my wrongs, but sometimes you just have to accept what you are given. Everyone here has been given a second chance.” Sitting next to him you reach for his bloody hand, “May I clean this up for you?”
“Sure” he says still staring at the ground. Knowing his room is set up just as yours is, you search the restroom cabinet for the first aide kit and return with a wet rag and bandages.
“Ya know, Stark is going to make you pay for that.” You joke as you wrap his knuckles.
He doesn’t reply, so you look up and he is watching you with a confused face.
“Why are you so kind to me?” He asks.
“What do you mean?”
“Everyone seems to keep their distance from me, but you don’t. It’s actually very comforting, you seem to pull me out of my doubt.”
“Well that’s exactly why, when I see someone feeling down I automatically want to comfort them. Even though I’m the youngest on the team, everyone calls me mom, because I tend to smother people with affection. When I see that you’re having an off day I just wanna roll you up in a fuzzy blanket and snuggle you all day.” Suddenly you realize what you had just said quickly add “you know, just to see you happy. Not in a weird way or anything. Oh god I’m sorry, I just wanted you to know that I’m always here for you, if you need a friend.”
Bucky had calmed down since the moment you started talking and is now staring down at you with a dreamy smile. “Thank you Y/N, you really did make me feel better. And as a friend, do you think you could stay with me for a while? Maybe roll me up in that blanket over there, and snuggle me?” He finishes with a smirk.
“Ha Ha very funny” you laugh with an exaggerated eye roll.
“I mean if you don’t want to…” he nudges you jokingly. The eye waggle and goofy smile he gives you makes your cheeks blush and your heart flutter.
“Well I never said I didn’t want to!”
You and Bucky lay on his bed and talk until sunrise, sharing stories of his time in Wakanda and the times before war with Steve, and your stories from childhood. Somehow you do end up getting tangled in Bucky’s arms as his head rests on your chest. He’s sound asleep and you run your fingers absentmindedly through his hair.
You joined the Avengers to change the world, to help those in need. You never realized that you’d be the change in someone else's life, the change that they so desperately needed. The more you thought about Bucky’s confession, the more determined you became to make him feel at home no matter where life took you.
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Echoes of You
Author’s Note:  This is from a request sent in to my 500 Followers Challenge.  I’ve included it below... I did have fun with it!  As always, please feel free to re-blog, share, and comment!  Also, I’m accepting tag list requests and story requests!  *The GIF is perfect and I want to thank the original creator/ poster!* Pairing:  Loki x Female Reader Summary/ Request: “Loki is badly hurt on a mission and the reader has to make some sort of deal with a dark magical entity to save him. The price she has to pay is that everyone she knows is going to forget she ever existed. She takes the deal and tries to build a new life away from the avengers, however she and Loki keep running into each other and he's very drawn to her.  After a lot of pestering, she agrees to go on a date with him on the condition that he is going to leave her alone after that. Their date goes great and they're almost about to have sex, but she stops him because she thinks he would've never wanted her if he actually had his memories. Obviously he knows though, they both confess their feelings and it ends on passionate, rough smut. Hope that's not too much and you have fun with it :)” Warnings:  Battle scenes of the MCU variety, talk of blood/ death, angst and SMUT
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"LOKI!"  
Time freezes in that screamed second.  
You feel yourself running, feet sliding in the gritty sand beneath your boots, desperate.  He is impossibly far away but you can make it.  You have to.
Skidding into the gravel on your knees, you shout his name as you watch him crumple.  He's gone pale, limp, boneless in your arms.  There's blood, lots of it, too much to stop on your own.  It flows freely, drenching you down to your skin, warm and sticky.  There’s no way to stem the flood.  
In your dreams you always catch him in time.  Keeping him off the cold ground, hugging his lean body to yours, ignoring the others as they fight around you.  His twinkling eyes flutter but they stay open, struggling to focus on you.  You watch his soft lips part, they form words, sounds that never reach you in the vacuum of your panic.  
"Hush… it's ok… I'm here.  I got you."  Gurgling platitudes gush from you but there's no way to know if he hears them. A smile, young and sweet spreads across his unbearably handsome face.  Using his last measure of strength, Loki strokes your cheek as you press your hot lips to his too cool skin.  
You wake up wailing, the pillow beneath you wet.  Honestly, it's never dry, not anymore.  Because every night you try to save Loki.  Every night he speaks soundlessly to you.  And every morning you wake up to reality.
Dawn's dark hides you and your pain.  You let the loss of Loki roll over you.  Pulling you under in a rip tide of shuddering sobs, drowning you with memories of what you had before and what you have now.  Swallowing that hard knot of agony, bitter and jagged, your crying steadied then dried out after a few minutes.
This new existence, this new life, was lonely.  Awake now, well before the sun, you pushed out of bed and geared up for a run without much enthusiasm.  When you couldn't ease your mind you took it out on your body.  
Stepping onto the dim sidewalk you stretched just a little.  You wanted to punish your subconscious, your wayward brain, not tear a hamstring.  Setting off with a sigh, your feet slapping the pavement in an even staccato, you tried to turn your mind off.  
On the quiet streets of your new city, one you were struggling to make feel like home, you wanted to outrun the past.  Eager to put distance between you and all that had come before, forcing your legs to go further, faster, you ran by yourself in the shadows.  There was no one to disturb you, not at this ungodly hour.  Not that anyone would.  You used to be a SHIELD agent, one who looked mad at the world, which you were.  So you ran on, giving no thought to direction or neighborhood, welcoming any and all risk if it meant peace of mind. 
Most days the sweat and strain were enough to calm your demons.  By running your body down, your mind would let go too.  Not today.  Today, your dream, like a well directed film, played on a loop in your head.  Each scene was vivid, real, raw.  And not true.
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"You come here freely?"
Hitching your chin defiantly, "Yes."
The ethereal being before you seemed to float on a crimson cloud, too beautiful to be benevolent, the aura around her dusky skin crackling violet.  Part sorceress, part dark queen, she was your last hope.  A final step you might take to keep Loki alive.
Slinking snake like, she sidled to your side, "I know what brings you here, mortal.  I know what you want."
"Then you know I need help.  Your help."  You weren't begging.  At least not yet, anyway.  But the smell of desperation curled around you, black and rotten, regardless.
"You are not the one in need.  Odin's adopted boy… the prince.  He is dying.  Is it not so?"
Her voice was everywhere and nowhere at the same time.  Strong, soft and sweet, the witch's words echoed in the close quarters of her stony temple.  Swirling around you in the rouge red ribbons of her eternal energy, she did not wait for your reply.  "What is it to you, child?  The death of a Jotun foundling can mean but little to a human.  And yet, you come to me willingly.  Why?"
Hot tears formed, threatening to splash, scalding your cheeks.  Your breath left your body as a gutted groan tore the words from your deepest soul, "I love him."
"Love.  Such a human emotion."  You felt her then, the physicality of her form, as she brushed an errant tear from your face.  The enchantress stilled, her beautiful dark skinned face emerging in front of you, scrutinizing your expression, reading your pain.
Questioning you quietly, "You say that you love the youngest of Odin's sons."
"I do."
"The magic you ask for, it carries a hefty price."
Hope at the thought of her assistance made you boisterous.   "Anything!  I will pay any price.  Twice over, if it keeps Loki alive."
Glowing plum colored, her gaze took you in, measuring you and your resolve.  "Your sacrifice will be great, make no mistake.  It will test the love you claim to feel for this demi-god."
What did you care of sacrifices if it kept Loki alive?  Was there a price too high for the life of your love?  Anger flashed through you, frustrated and flustered, "I heard you the first time.  Will you aid me or not?"
"So cross, so eager."  Silver laughter filled the cavernous space but was short lived.  "You do not know the full cost of your desires and yet... you are in a rush to see them come to fruition.  Child, I can do what you ask. I will do it, if you agree.  In return... no one will remember you.  Only this will purchase Loki's life."
"What?"
The Sorceress took your hand, testing its weight, turning your palm up.  "You heard me.  If this is truly what you want… to keep Loki alive, then your life… your history will be erased."
Gulping hard, understanding hitting you like a freight train, "My life for his?  Is that it?"
Violet eyes bore into yours, purple orbs that fill your vision, unblinking.  "No… you will not die, little mortal.  It is far worse than that.  You will live, but you will live in isolation.  You will be forgotten by Loki… by your family… by your friends.  You will meet them as strangers.  They will carry on without you."
"But Loki will live?"  He had to, you had come too far to fail your God now.
"Yes.  Will you be able to?"
"Me?  I don't understand what you're asking me."
"Will you be able to have a life without the man you say you love?"
Could you?  There had been no one like Loki in your life before.  Smart and strong, sarcastic and cutting, tender and kind.  Loki was all the things you needed in a partner and he made you better at the same time.  Taming you, just a little, being loved by Loki had softened some of your rough edges.  Would it be easy to know he was walking around, enjoying life, but not be a part of it?  No.  But how else could you honor the man who had given you so much?  
With a straining voice, "Loving him, having been loved by him, will have to be enough to satisfy my soul.  There is no other option for me."
Nodding solemnly, content at your knowledge of the bargain, the crimson conjurer drew a symbol on the pad of your hand.  Watching her with widening eyes, she pulled a gossamer green thread from the center of your palm.  A string of memories erasing you in order to allow Loki to survive.  
"It is longer than I would've thought, deeper too."  And you knew what she meant instinctively because your heart pinched as her hands gathered more and more of your time with Loki to her.  Dragging him out of your life with a sharp throb.  When it was over the witch had a skein of your history, emerald green and glossy, which she evaporated into a wisp of smoke.  
You had a small six pointed star shaped scar in the center of your hand.  It was your sole token of the life you and Loki had shared.  That and the memories that you alone carried.
"It is done."  There was finality in her words, a dismissive quality, and for the first time in her presence you were frightened.  Not of her, but of the new world you were facing.
Solemnly, you bowed your head, "Thank you." 
"We shall see, human.  We shall see."
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By the time you return home, soaked with sweat, you're tired but feeling more like yourself.  It's a relief to feel the night's pain fade enough for you to shower and dress for work.  It's not a career.  But it is just enough to almost pay rent and buy food.
Working with people, although frustrating at times, really does keep the white light of your emptiness away.  Besides, the store offered a discount on clothes, which helped, and there was always something physical to be done.  Lifting boxes, moving racks, hauling trash.  Anything to keep you thoughtlessly busy.  Like you did everyday, you threw yourself into the job, mindlessly.  It was a life raft of sorts, a buoy keeping you afloat, a thing to cling to while trying not to let the weight of your past drag you down.
Listening to the consumer safe playlist, getting into a rhythm, you bobbed your head as your folded t-shirts.  Your co-workers hated restocking, rehanging, straightening the racks.  So, naturally that's what you were doing, lost in your own little world.
"I really don't see why we have to be here, brother."  Something about that voice made you pause.  Haughty and high handed, you could swear that it was…
"Jane has a birthday, brother.  I will not forget it."
"Then, for the love of Odin, bring her some lovely Asgardian silks.  Jewelry in gold or silver.  Or better yet, take her home, seduce her soundly.  Do anything but buy that hideous sweater."
"It's not hideous.  You know nothing of Midgardian fashion."
"Me?  I know nothing?  Dear brother, this suit is Armani.  That is designer.  That means something."
"It means you spent way too much coin, Loki."
Turning quickly you moved closer to the men, still listening, still in disbelief.  Peeking at the mismatched pair through a clothing rack, pushing two furry sweaters apart, your heart was racing.  Stunned, you recognized the strong back of the tall, broad blonde.  When he moved toward another display of shits your jaw fell open.  Loki was here!  Not five feet away!  
"Bah!  I don't see her size."  Thor sighed in frustration, the offending rack of clothes wobbling with the force of his displeasure.  
Loki, picking lint from his sleeve, "Find a clerk… ask for the awful thing in Jane's size so we can get out of this place."  Lifting his piercing blue eyes, he spied you, trying to slip away unnoticed, "You!  Hello?  Yes… can you help us?"
It takes you a second to register that Loki, your Loki, is addressing you.  Stiffly, you straighten up, your eyes rising to his inquisitive azure ones.  They snap with a vitality that was missing when you saw him last.
A cloud passes over his gaze.  Shadows of recognition, maybe?  Or is that just what you want to see?
"Um… sure.  What… uh, what do you need, sir?"  You sound like a robot.  Cringing at the put on voice you're using, awkward and uncomfortable, you smile at Thor.
Loki steps closer, brushing past his brother, not quite in your space but close enough for you to smell his skin.  A familiar combination of leather and vanilla, sugar and spice, reaches out to you.  Your breath hitches at the nearness of him.  Memories on the tip of your tongue.
He's holding a fuzzy sweater, one the color of spicy mustard, about to hand it to you when his head tilts.  "Do… do I know you?"
Heat climbs your face.  Yes.  Yes, Loki.  You know me.  You know me in a way no one else could ever know me.  You know the sound of my sobs and the sigh of my satisfaction.  Why I love the smell of the snow and hate lima beans.  You know me.
And I know you.  I know the strength of your character.   The depth of your love.  Which thoughts haunt you, songs your mother sang over your crib, poems written for no one else to read.  Oh yes, I know you.
But what you say is, "Me?  No… nope.  No.  We've… I mean, no.  You don't know me."  Kicking yourself mentally, the verbal diarrhea couldn't be stopped, and now Loki's surveying you even more closely.
"Are you certain?  It's just… I could swear that I know you."  For the first time since meeting Loki you hear uncertainty in his voice.  It's almost enough to weaken your resolve, tell him all of it, even if it's in the middle of The Loft.
"Have… have you been in the shop before?  I uh, I work a lot."  Looking anywhere but at the handsome man from your nightmares, you settle on the offending sweater, trying to seem like an eager employee not a stuttering mess.
"No."  His smile widened, the natural flirt in him coming out to play, "We have never set foot in this place."
Your thoughts jumbled.  Unprepared for facing Loki, unsure of how to handle seeing him again, you focused on the top Thor wanted to give Jane.  "Oh… well, maybe I just look like someone you used to know?  Um… what size did you say?"
Thor, watching the interaction between you and Loki, was just happy to get back into the conversation.  "Yes.  Size 2 please, my good woman."
Casting Loki a side eyed glance, chuckling at Thor, you made your way to the stockroom.  Stay calm, you willed yourself.  Keeping your back straight, your head level and your breathing even, you walked towards the back.  Your heart?  That jerk was pumping overtime. As soon as you are gone, Thor rounds on his younger brother, "She likes you, Loki!  And, she is rather cute."
Rolling his eyes with a groan, "Cute?  She is far more beautiful than that, brother."
Wagging his golden brows playfully, the God of Thunder teased, "You should take her on a date.  To dinner.  She might actually say yes!"
"It's creepy.  No woman wants to be courted while they're at work.  Although…"  Looking longingly at the “Employees Only” sign on the door you had disappeared into, Loki sighed.
"Yes, brother?"
"Although, she does remind me of someone."
"I have never seen her before.  And she is certainly Midgardian.  There's no other-worldly influence in her."  Thor was sliding through hangers, evaluating gift options for Jane, talking in what he thought was a whisper.
"Yes.  Yes… it's just so strange.  She is so familiar… too familiar."  Loki left his sentence hanging in the air.  You were striding his way, a soft, down turned expression on your face.  The urge to kiss the corners of your mouth overwhelmed him.
"Hi again."  Exhaling, you risked a full look at Loki.  He was scrutinizing you, closer than before, needing to solve the mystery of your connection.
"Hello."  
God, you missed his eyes.  The serious way they took in every detail.  How they lit up with Loki's laughing or glowed with mischief when he got up to no good.  
Swallowing dryly, you remembered his eyes darkening with passion.  Appraising you through dusky lashes, half closed in pleasure as you hugged his body snugly to your own.  His heavy heat inside of you, both finding release, breathing hard, holding onto each other while the world around you faded away.
"I'm… I'm sorry?"  
Loki, peering at you, smirked.  "I said, thank you for the hideous sweater.  My brother's fiancee will hate it but she will, inevitably, appreciate the oaf's effort."
Giggling, your body temperature rose a few degrees, unable to resist Loki.  It was so easy to be around him.  It always had been.
"My lady, thank you!  Brother, I am off to find the cashier.  I shall meet you outside…"  Thor nodded your way, encouraging Loki, failing at being discreet.  
Sharing a laugh with your former lover, Loki risked taking your hand.  You didn't shrug him off.  Instead, your breath caught, frozen in the familiar feeling of his fingers.
"Hmm… you say we are strangers but your body tells another story, little one.  Do you know who I am?"
You could answer that honestly.  Loki wasn't as popular as Thor or Captain America but his name was known publicly.  His reputation was a bit tarnished, surely, but that had always been part of your attraction to him.
Finding your voice, "Yea… I do."
"Uh huh.  Then you know I am not some mortal man, held to the rules and restrictions of this planet.  You understand that I am a God.  One who makes mischief."  Dropping his voice into that silky predatory tone had made your insides go liquid.  
He was too close now, his spearmint breath fanning your face, "Yes, I know where your… skills lie."
Watching your chest heave, your want apparent, Loki licked over his bottom lip, certain he could taste phantom strawberry bubblegum and grapefruit lip gloss.  An odd, yet enticing, combination.  One his mouth knew even if his memory couldn't recall why.
"Then you know I suss out falsehoods.  It's part of the deal, dove.  To lie you must spot lies.  And you…", pressed into a wall mirror, hidden by a rack of wool pea coats, "aren't being truthful."
What could you say to that?  “I… I am too.  Like I said, You don’t know me.” Leaning into you, not touching your begging skin, but still so near, “Little liar.  I think that there might be a way to solve our problem.  Over dinner, tonight.  My treat, assuming there’s a restaurant in this town that is not part of a chain.”
“A date?  With you?” A date was not a good idea.  Too much time to talk might lead to trouble.  Either you’d say too much or, and this was possibly worse, do too much with Loki.  Could you resist his charms?  You weren’t able to the first time around. Now, knowing just how much you missed him, how lonely your nights were without him, would you be able to stop things from going too far?  What if Loki learned the truth?  That you had sacrificed your past together so that he might have a future, would he still want you then?  Could he?
Loki, seeing all these thoughts pass over your face, “Yes.  With me.” “No.”  “No?” “Yes.” “So, yes then?” “No.  Yes to the no.” “I don’t think you know what you want little mortal.  Join me for dinner tonight and I won’t bother you ever again.” Always tricky, this could be another of Loki’s pranks, ready to backfire on you at the drop of a hat.  If he kept his word, walked away after your night out, then it would be worth it. You could do one evening and not lose your head or your heart. “You won’t bother me ever again?  You promise?” That sinister smile spread over Loki’s face, lifting his sharp cheekbones in triumph, “Oh, I promise.  One date.  Tonight.”
--- Years ago, when you and Loki enjoyed the first full flush of blossoming love, dating wasn’t always possible or convenient.  With missions to go on, HYDRA cells to investigate, and near constant alien invasions of one kind or another, dinners and movies weren’t a priority.  Staying alive was the rule of the day. In the moments when relaxation was possible, you and Loki found yourselves drawn to each other.  Bonding over take out containers and warm beers in the early morning hours, sleep elusive, sitting on the counter tops.  Sharing great music, digital from you, vinyl from Loki, led to dancing on the cool tile of the rooftop patio.  Cherished books, personal poetry and moving works of art passed between you at a rate that alarmed the rest of the team.  
You favorite times?  Watching films and must see TV from the comfort of Tony’s leather couches.  Snuggled under soft blankets, touching each other gently, testing and teasing.  Letting the connection you shared grow naturally was what made it so special. Tonight though, this was different.  Loki arrived at your door in full on romantic leading man mode.  His suit was jet with a shirt and tie to match, making him look long and lethal, but undeniably sexy.  There were flowers, an affectation that nonetheless made your heart swell.  Holding your door, pulling out your chair, effortlessly making all the right moves was just Loki’s style.  Why did it make your heart ache in equal measure? Because it was so different from your first time around.  The love that led you here, to a place where no one knew you, had been so organic.  Not forced or formulaic.
“I fear I’m boring you.”  Loki’s bright eyes glittered as he swirled his fork through the rich sauce skillfully. Dabbing your mouth, “No, not at all.  I just… I…”  You were lost in remembering.  Loki was telling a story that you had lived, but where you should have been was a hole.  A gap, created when you had made your deal with the purple eyed sorceress, brought reality crashing into the conversation.  It was a distracting detail.   “Lost in your thoughts.  You do that frequently, don’t you, dove.”  Dove.  Oh god, you hadn’t heard his endearments in ages.  It made your stomach tense from need.  Being Loki’s dove had meant something to you then.  It meant more now. “My past is never far.  It creeps up on me all the time.  But I’m sure you know nothing about that.”  Deliberately leading him to talk more about himself, you let the timbre of his voice take over, listening intently to the man who once was yours. The long night was over too soon.  You had been on eggshells, carefully choosing your words, the entire time.  As much as you wanted to keep him near, you knew that one night was already a calculated risk, and it couldn’t happen again.  If Loki kept his promise, tomorrow you would be back to your routine, the missing him would still be there but so would running and the store. “Uh… thank you for the lovely dinner.  I really enjoyed it.” “I believe you used to be a better liar.” Freezing, your key in the lock, you turned to face Loki.  “What was that?”  Panic rose in your throat tasting of bile and bucatini. Leaning his shoulder against your door frame, “You heard me perfectly well.  Like I said, you were better at this once.  At least, I think you were.”
“I don’t know what you think, but I’ve… we’ve…” “Never met?  Yes, that line is familiar.  But then again, so are you.” “Loki…”  Pleading with him to drop it, to let it go, would never work.  Besides, you hadn’t been able to.
And what would happen if you did come clean?  Would the spell be reversed?  You couldn’t risk that.  Not after all that you’d already gone through to keep Loki alive. At the sound of his name on your lips, Loki stepped into your personal space.  His long finger rested over your parted mouth, effectively silencing you, as he whispered in your ear,  “No more lies.  Not tonight.”  Reaching around you, Loki turned your key, opening the door to your place.   Clicking on your lamp, the circle of light small in the shadows of your apartment, you move towards the kitchen.  “I need a drink.  Do you want one?” Nodding, “I think I might need one.”  Barking out a hard laugh, you lifted two glasses down from the rarely opened cabinet.  Tossing in ice cubes, you quickly cover them with the amber liquid of bourbon, swirling the two ingredients together as you walk back to the man pacing in your living room. “Good stuff, right?”  Ruefully chuckling at the harsh burn of the booze, you looked at your date motioning for him to take a seat on your beat up sofa next to you.  Folding himself gracefully, Loki perched on the couch, his knee just barely grazing your own.  The contact was electric, shorting out your speech center for a second, and you moaned softly.  Moving your drink to the table, Loki’s digits circled your wrist, "Now tell me, why do I know these hands?  Soft but strong, with a scar across the middle knuckle…" 
 Turning your palm down, brushing over that exact imperfection, Loki searched your eyes for answers.  "Why am I drawn to you across space and time?  You are a ghost that haunts me.  The echo of a dream that is real and warm… and here."
"Loki…"  Chin quivering, "There are things you don't know.  Things about me… about us…"
Tilting his head, studying you, "Ah.  Us.  We, that is, you and I have history, do we not?  I… I know that is true.  Yet,"  Swallowing thickly, Loki struggled to control the swell of emotion bubbling through him, "Yet, I have no memory of you.  Tell me why that is."
A wild sob ripped through you making your shoulders heave.  "I don't think I can!"
Twining his arms around you, the smell of his skin surrounding you, comforting you, "Why is that?"
Eyes brimming with tears, you murmured, "Because… it might reverse everything.  I… I don't know what would happen if I told you the truth.  All of it."
"So, dark magic then.  Strong… but perhaps not strong enough.  Not nearly capable of keeping you and I apart."  Petting your knee, savoring the nearness of Loki, you parted your thighs in anticipation of his touch. Loki, unable to resist any longer, pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.  One of his palms skated under the hem of your dress while his other hand cupped your cheek.  Tracing over your jawline with his thumb, Loki deepened the kiss, his tongue tasting you in tiny sips. Pulling away from you, “We… We were lovers.”  His voice rose at the revelation no longer concealed by magic. “Yes, Loki.”  Swallowing hard, the raw truth finally said out loud. “But you, you erased yourself from my mind… My life.  Why did you do it?  Why would you take our… happiness from me?”  It was enough to break your heart all over again.  Loki’s voice, trembling, unsure, and clearly hurting.  
Whispering more for yourself than him, "I couldn’t let you go, Loki.  I… I can't, even now.  I watched you almost die.  I won't do it again!" “And this?  This is life?  Dove.  You know better than this.” “I saved your life!”  Needing to defend yourself, you nearly bellowed in frustration, struggling to make Loki understand. Standing suddenly, Loki turned from you, “What kind of life have I had without you?” “I don’t know the answer to that…”  Rising yourself, a hand to Loki’s chest, “But my life without you… you have no idea how hard it’s been.  I dream of you every night, Loki.  And in those dreams, I don’t rescue you.  You die in my arms.  Every night, Loki.  I saved you once with the help of dark magic.  But I’ve lost you every single day since.”
Crying in earnest now, you felt Loki wrap his iron arms around you, “Hush now.  Hush, darling.  Somehow, some way, I found you again.  I’m not letting you go.” Sagging into his warmth, letting Loki comfort you, felt like home.  Without realizing, you were swaying in each other's arms, dancing to the music in your souls.  You curled your arms around Loki's waist, his solid figure reassuring, hugging him closer.
Loki's hands drifted down, cupping your bottom, squeezing your curves firmly.  "I missed you, little minx."
Giggling at his pet name for you, one you never expected to hear again, you smiled up at your dark hued God.  Standing on your toes you touched your lips to Loki's.  Anticipating your move, Loki opened his mouth, capturing yours in a kiss.
Loki's grip, tugging you tightly to his firm form, became needy.  His mouth plundered yours, taking your breath, absorbing your moan.  A hand tangled in your hair, pulling your hungry lips from his own, giving Loki unchecked access to the column of your throat.
Closing your eyes, lost in intimate sensations that were both routine and refreshing, you lost yourself in Loki.  Stepping out of his grasp, you pulled the hem of your dress up, shrugging it over your head and tossing it to the floor.  "Loki, I love you.  I never stopped loving you."
Watching your nearly nude form, Loki shared his sweet, secret smile with you.  "I love you.  And even wizardry could prevent us from finding each other."
"Please, help me remember.  Let me forget."  He knew what you were asking.  Remember what you had shared, what you could have again.  Forget this time apart, this lapse in love.
"With pleasure, little dove."
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Your bed, usually so lonely, was suddenly too small.  Loki's long body stretched across the mattress, reaching for you, impatient to relearn the things that made you melt.  And you?  You couldn't stop touching his satin skin.
First your fingers fluttered over his thighs, up his torso, over his chest.  But that wasn't enough to satisfy.  So you followed the same trail with your mouth.  Licking lovingly over Loki's abdominals, nipping at his tiny nipples, sucking against his Adam's Apple.
Straddling Loki, his hands on your hips drag you against his rigid rod.  Feeling his driving desire made your core quiver.  When he caught your nipple in his mouth, sucking forcefully, you howled like a wild woman.
"Oh, Loki!  Ah!"  Your hands tangled in his hair, encouraging the exquisite agony of his teeth biting into your tender bud.  
With a growl, Loki flipped you to your back, settling himself between your spread thighs.  Removing your panties with a swift tug, Loki spread your lower lips, licking into your luscious folds.  His tongue thrust into you, lapping at your liquid, drinking you down.
Convulsing when Loki's tactile tongue circled your clit, your core clenched in pleasure, your release is close.  When you announce that to the man pleasuring you, Loki nips at your inner thigh, kissing his way over your mound.  "Not yet.  I'm not through with you or your bountiful body."
As his lips closed over your own, Loki shifted your hips higher, your cleft cuddling his steel length.  Teasing your entrance with his wide tower, drawing a shivery moan from you, Loki slowly sunk into your yielding sheath.  Inch by inch, Loki claimed more of you as you impatiently waited to be filled by his hard heat.
Stretched by his searing shaft, Loki bent your knees, bringing them closer to your chest.  Rocking into you, his hips pressing your legs apart, Loki enjoyed the feeling of your velvet vice gripping his with each push.  He was slow, methodically moving inside of you, taking his time.  
Your body responded with slick skin, soft sighs, melting into a mewling mess.  "Faster Loki!  Please!"
"No.  I never want to forget you again."  Loki's words sparked your internal fire.  Plunging into your pulsing pocket, picking up speed, Loki pursued your pleasure.  
You couldn't keep your hands off of him.  His neck, his shoulders, his firm bottom, the cut of his hip.  Scratching your nails over his arms, along his back, across his chest, Loki grunted in delight.  
"Cum with me, little dove."  It wasn't a command or a request.  It was a plea.
"Always, Loki!"  Locking your arms behind his neck, Loki dug his fingers into the back of your thighs, your tongues tangling together.  Panting through your pleasure together, clinging to each other, determined to hang onto the only other person who mattered, you pressed your forehead to Loki's.
That night you slept curled around Loki, deeply and uninterrupted.  Tomorrow would bring a new dawn, a new day.  And everything before today would be an echo, losing distinction over time, replaced by the new life you would build together. ---
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hufflautia · 3 years
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hI this is a tOTALLY ANONYMOUS PERSON ASKING. and i am asking u to answer everything on here😌
lmajfniasnf yall i forced menna to send me this ask and i was kinda kidding but also a bit serious but also kinda kidding- ok anwyas here we go 
(1) Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed? closed 
(2) Do You Have Freckles? no 
(3) Can You Whistle? yes
(4) Last Song You Listened To. “Needed Me” by Rihanna
(5) What Is Your Favourite Colour? grayish green
(6) Relationship Status. in love with loki<3! 
(7) What Is The Temperature Right Now? cold, my fingers are cold and menna knows this 
(8) Did You Wake Up Cranky? no i did not, quite the opposite actually! 
(9) How Many Followers? around 650 
(10) Zodiac Sign. taurus
(11) What Is Your Eye Colour? brown
(12) Take A Vitamin Daily? yea
(13) Do You Sing In The Shower? usually 
(14) What Books Are You Reading? no book bc i have no brain cells 
(15) Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 64, Give Me Line 14. 
“i cannot imagine,” replied the scarecrow; “but we can go and see.” -the wonderful wizard of oz! i forgot i had that book, i got it from library for school last year but then quarantine hit and i couldn't return it bc the library closed 
(16) Favourite Anime? i barely watch anime, so i guess “Attack on Titans”, being that its one of the few animes I've watched
(17) Last Person You Cried In Front Of? my math teacher 
(18) Do You Collect Anything? only the souls of the innocent. also chapstick. 
(19) What Did You Have For Lunch? wontons that fucked my stomach up bc the meat was not cooked properly :D don't we love that?????????????!!!!!!
(20) Do You Dance In The Car? not rlly 
(21) Favourite Animal? dog 
(22) Do You Watch The Olympics? no 
(23) What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed? usually 11 or 12- depends on day
(24) Are You Wearing Makeup Right Now? no 
(25) Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean? pool 
(26) Favourite Tumblr Blog? clandestineloki
(27) Bottled Water Or Tap Water? i don't care as long as its safe
(28) What Makes You Happy? my siblings, my best friends, loki, tom hiddleston
(29) Post A Gif Of What You’re Currently Feeling Right Now.
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i saw this and thought it was a good fit but then i realized it was too calm so
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(30) Do You Study Better With Or Without Music? without
(31) Dogs Or Cats? DOGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
(32) If You Were A Crayon What Colour Would You Be? yellow 
(33) PlayStation Or Xbox. i don't care
(34) Would You Swim In The Lake Or Ocean? I've never swam in a lake before, so lake
(35) Do You Believe In Magic? yea
(36) What Colour Shirt Are You Wearing? gray
(37) Can You Curl Your Tongue? no 
(38) Do You Save Money Or Spend It? depends
(39) Is There Anything Pink Within 10 Feet Of You? yes 
(40) Do You Have Any Obsessions Right Now? of course, loki will always be an obsession of mine bruh 
(41) Have You Ever Caught A Butterfly? nO BC IM SCARED OF BUTTERFLIES 
(42) Are You Easily Influenced By Other People? yes:’( 
(43) Do You Have Strange Dreams? of course
(44) Do You Like Going On Airplanes? yes 
(45) Name One Movie That Made You Cry. ParaNorman
(46) Peanuts Or Sunflower Seeds? sunflower seeds
(47) If I Handed You A Concert Ticket Right Now, Who Would You Want The Performer To Be? the neighbourhood
(48) Are You A Picky Eater? kinda 
(49) Are You A Heavy Sleeper? eh 
(50) Do You Fear Thunder / Lightning? kinda 
(51) Do You Like To Read / Write? yes 
(52) Do You Like Your Music Loud? depends on mood
(53) Would You Rather Carve Pumpkins Or Wrap Presents? wrap 
(54) Put Your Music On Shuffle, What Is The First Song That Came Up? sleepy hallow ft foushee- deep end freestyle 
(55) What Season Are You In Right Now? (Weather) winter?? 
(56) What Are You Craving Right Now? l o k i (my original answer was warmth but its basically the same thing) 
(57) Post A Screenshot Of Your Tumblr Feed. 
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(58) What Is Your Gender? female
(59) Coffee Or Tea? tea
(60) Do You Have Any Homework Right Now? If So, What Is It About? nope, i finished it on Friday and Saturday like a bad bitchhhhhhhhh
(61) What Is Your Sexuality? bisexual
(62) Do You Make Your Bed In The Morning? depends on day 
(63) Favourite Pokemon? squirtle i guess
(64) Favourite Social Media? insta 
(65) What’s Your Opinion On Instagram Stories? they're fine 
(66) Do You Get Homesick? kinda 
(67) Are You A Virgin? ill leave it up to ur imagination bitch (MENNA IM SO SORRY IM NOT CALLING U A BTICH IM JUST SAYING THAT IN GENERAL) 
(68) What Shampoo And Conditioner Are You Using Right Now? i forgot the name, but its white and fancy and from the same brand 
(69) If You Were Far From Home And Needed To Sleep For The Night, Would You Choose To Rent A Crappy Motel Room For $60 Or Sleep In Your Car For Free? hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm that is a very good question, probably the motel 
(70) Are Both Of Your Blood Parents Still In Your Life? AHAH depends on what u mean by “still in my life”!!!!!!! i guess technically yes, but I've already cut off those bitches in my head 😌 manifesting it into existence <3 
(71)  Whats The Next Movie You Want To See In Theaters? avatar 2 
(72) Do You Miss Your Ex? i don't have one 
(73) What Is Your Favourite Quote Right Now? “not you, i didn't wanna hurt you”
(74)  What Eye Colour Do You Find Sexiest? brown bc if i say any other color, its probably a yt person and also brown be smexy
(75) Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set? yes, yes 
(76) What Was The Last Thing You Ate? honey buttered biscuits 
(77) What Games Do You Have On Your Phone? among us, maybe Minecraft 
(78) Would You Give A Homeless Person CPR If They Were Dying? Why Or Why Not? no bc i don't know how and i would call for someone else to help 
(79) Been On The Computer For 5 Hours Straight?probably bc I'm a hermit
(80) Stalked Someone On A Social Network? amsifnda this is ME ur talking to 
(81) Do You Like Meeting New People? yes kinda, unless they're awkward (aHEM BREAKOUT ROOMS WITH NEW BUT AWKWARD PEOPLE-) 
(82) Do You Wear Rings? If You Do, Take A Picture Of Them. i used to but not anymore 
(83) Do You Sleep With Your Bedroom Door Open Or Closed?  i want it closed but the person i share the room with leaves it open bc they say we’re gonna fuckin suffocate if we leave it closed and i hate it bc ✨trauma✨! DONT WE LOVE TRAUMA??!?!?!?!??!?!?!? :D............
(84) What Are Three Things You Did Today? i baked biscuits, i did college stuff, i showered
(85) What Do You Wear To Bed? usually mismatched pjs 
(86) List All Of Your Different Beauty Products You Have Right Now. chapstick, natural skincare serum, lotion, face masks
(87) Are You A Day Or Night Person? day 
(88) List All Of Your Video Games On Your Phone, Console Etc. don't have any
(89) Tell Me About A Dream That You Had And When It Happened.
a snake chased me and it was weird as fuck
(90) Favourite Soda Drink? don't have one 
(91) What Sounds Are Your Favourite? people laughing, violin and piano, my friends voices, my siblings voices
(92) Do You Wear Jeans Or Sweats More? SWEATS
(93) How Do You Look Right Now? comfy 
(94) Name Something That Relaxes You. showering
(95) What Tattoo Do You Want? maybe an important quote? “dont trust owls” imprinted on my face
(96) Favourite YouTuber? stephanie soooooooooooooooooooooo 
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suilinbride · 3 years
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Hello! I hope you are doing alright in these crazy times. Thank you so much for taking the time and energy to do these readings. My birthday is April 24, 1997 and I would love an Ogham reading.
My question is, what message is Loki trying to send me that I've been struggling to receive and understand?
Thank you for your kind wishes. I'm doing very well actually, just extremely busy, which has been hindering this little shindig I started, much to my chagrin. Regardless of that though, let's see what I can do for you in the way of a reading with Ogham.
For your reading, I shuffled my Rowan set and pulled the following feda for you:
Luis, Ruis, Huath, Nuin, Gort, Ngetal
Ultimately I feel like Loki is trying to tell you that there's something in your life that you need to get up, get moving, get busy to take care of or otherwise it is going to cause you problems. It could be a person, a thing, or a simple situation that causing the problems. I'm not getting a specific feeling about if it's a person, being, object, or situation, so anything could be the reason why things are going or will become the way they are or about to be.
I also feel like that it could be something that it happening right now and you are already in the thick of things, but it could easily be something that is starting to creep up, fester, grow, develop without your awareness. I don't know if you are completely unaware of what's going on or what's starting to happen around you, or if it's something you are aware of, but can't fully express to yourself. Either is just as likely the case, and once again I'm not picking up on anything that gives me some sort of clue  about which is more likely the case out of those two options.
Either way, Loki is both disapointed and irritated with you regarding the state of things and the lack progress on taking care of them before they either become a problem at all or become such a problem that it ends up feeling like something that imsurpassable to deal with. I also get the feeling that he's been trying to get your attention about this for a little while now. I asked Loki if he could give me some kind of time period and he says he's been trying to pass the warning and information to you about this since at least June, maybe even before then.
This problem, whatever it may end up being, is or at least can become a true threat to you. It is something that can either harm you or disrupt your life in a major way for a long period of time. The feeling I'm getting from thissituation is that it's the kind of disruption and havoc that could cause you to start over from scratch in a lot of ways.
However, taking care of this being, person, situation, or thing, will bring you peace and harmony in your life, along with causing things to go much more smoothly for you for a good long period of time. In fact, taking care of this, whatever it may end up being, will bring you some major satsfaction for you while Fixing and setting right the road you are currently on in life.
Okay, let me break things down a little bit with how I got to this point with your reading. When it comes to Ogham, I primarily focus on Word Ogham for the majority of the meanings, along with the depth of meaning, for each of the fedas or letter characters from the alphabet. Sometimes I'll grab some inspiration from how the letter characters mean for the other varients of Ogham such as Tree Ogham, Color Ogham, etc, but prefer to rely on Word Ogham most of the time. 
Also, I have translated the names and kennings for the letter characters for myself and tend to work with the specific meanings I came up with, which may differ slightly from other translations in some ways.
First and foremost, let's start with Luis. Luis or Lus, as it also comes up as, can be commonly translated as Herb, plant, etc, though some people also translate it as flame. I have personally not seen enough evidence to agree with the flame translation, so rarely use it for this fid.  
The three kennings for Luis can be translated as Luster of the Eye, Friend or Relative of Cattle, or the Sustance of Cattle. Right away the feeling I was getting for this fid in regards to your reading is the sustance of Cattle.
Keeping in mind that one of the main translations for the name of this fid is herb, plant, it's refering specifically to the sustance that fuels us, gives us energy, power, etc. When I translate the word that commonly means sustance in this particular kenning, other words come up, words like motion, vigor, movement, power, joy, or rejoyacing.
Hence Loki is trying to get across to you that you need to get moving, go in motion, find the power or vigor to get things done.
Next, Ruis, can be translated as Red, Redness, or Reddening. It's kennings, in turn, can be translated as Brighest of Blushes,Reddening Face, Brightest Fury.
With at least one of the kennings mentioned here, one of the words means more than just angery, but also shame. I tend to read this fid's general meaning to encompass more than just anger and shame, but all emotions that cause one's skin to flush and once's face to blush, including lust or passion.
Taking a moment from the actual reading and checking in with Loki, the feeling I got from him wasn't intense enough to be anger or shame, but more along the lines of annoyance and disapointment. The feelings felt very much like he thought the situation, person, etc was easy enough to be reckonized for what it is, and hoped he wouldn't need to step in and try to catch your attention about this as much as he has as of late. Not that he minds aiding and helping you, from what he shared with me, but that the fact that it came to this, and more so that there has been problems getting the message across to you at all has been causing some of those feelings to manifest.
After Ruis is Huath, which can be translated as Fear, Horror, Terror, Phantom, and Spectre among other things. It's kennings can be translated as Gathering of a pack of Hounds, the Paling of one's face, and Hard at Night.
Like I said, the problem can either be a person, thing, being, or situation. Usually I tend to get a strong feeling about what it actually is when this fid comes up in a reading, but not this time, and there could be any reason why that might be the case.
Regardless of the identity of what is causing the problem or what is the identity of the problem, it's an actual and honest threat.Like I said before, it has the power to undo, unraval, and harass your life if steps aren't taken to deal with it while also working on yourself and the things in your life that you are cwishing to currently progress, improve, prosper.
After Huath comes Nin, which translates into English from Irish as things such as letter, forked letter, and part of a weaver's loom.It's kennings can be translated as establishing of peace, Boast of Women, and Boast of Beauty.
So yeah, this one is interesting. Among other things, I occasionally read this fid as a feminine letter character with feminine energy. Sometimes when I do this, it is because someone involved in the reading, being it the person I'm reading for or someone else that's being brought up in the reading itself, happens to be female. I see that you aren't female from taking a quick gander at your blog, so obviously that aspect isn't focused on or refering to you.
Of course, just because a large portion of the energy and meaning behind this fid is feminine by nature, doesn't mean a woman or feminine energy has to be involved at all. There has been occasions where men or non binary people were involved or being read to or for, and the focus on the reading with this letter character involved more of other aspects of the meanings and energies that make up Nin.
And while that could be what's happening here, I don't think so. I think that the first of the three kennings is what is being refered to here, what is showing up for you instead. While this kenning is commonly translated as Establishing of Peace, the word that translates as Establishing also can translate in kind to words such as checking, maintaining, keeping, etc. Also, the word that translates specifically as peace in this kenning specifically refers to the sí mounds and those folks who dwell there. I'm of the opinion that the core essence of this kenning is all about the building and maintaining of right relationships with otherworldly folks through hospitality, offerings, etc.
I think often of Daghda and his harassing with the descendants of Mil until they formed the pact with him, the Tuatha De Danann, and the Aos Sí, etc.
Of course, I read this one, when the first kenning comes up, as much as regarding mundane peace and relationships as it does spiritually.
So it could be that it's peace that you will have when you deal with and set right what's causing you and your life problems. It could also be that the problem itself, that threat that wishes to unraval your life like so much spun thread, is due to a relationship that you started to build but didn't properly maintain or manage along the way.  
If the source of the problem Loki has been trying to warn and alert you to happens to be a person, it could be that this person is female and that's a strong reason why this fid showed up for you as well. I'm not sure if this is the case, however, as I'm still unable to get a certain lock on the identity of this thing or person or situation at all. The details are very cloudy for sure.
Next is Gort. Gort translates as field, paster land, farmland, or even battlefield. It's kennings can be commonly translated asSweetest of Grasses, Suitble Places for Cattle, and the sating of Multitudes.
This fid showing up next to Nin goes a long way to make me feel and think that Nin is refering to the fight, the effort, the journey to create and maintain peace, especially in relationships. This letter character is telling you what you will receive once you are able to set things right, accomplish things to the best of your ability. Things will be set back to rights and you will have the resources you need to keep growing and thriving, especially spiritually, but in general as well. You will not have to hunger for understanding, for connection, especially with Loki.
Of course, he too will be sated by this. By working through this, dealing with and accomplishing things and settling or even dispursing the threat that's been developing and growing, will sate Loki and cause both his disapointment and irritation that he currently has leveled towards you to disapate altogether.
Last, but certainly not least, is Ngetal. It commonly translates as slaying or killing. It's kennings can commonly be translated as sustance of a Leech, Clothing of a Healer, and the Beginning of Slaying.
Yeah, this fid all but screams and crys out that the best way to fix things, restore things as they should be, is to excise the threat that is or will be causing you problems. The more it is allowed to grow and fester, the more harm it will do to you and your life.
This letter character is quite interesting as there's a strange dual nature to it's meanings. It's kennings can refer to healing or to fighting. What translates as healing or dealing with a healer, can also be translated as belonging to or part of a warrior. It's an interesting balance for sure. Even the beginning of slaying can be the slaying of an enemy or the operating upon a wound or injury that threatens to kill or destroy.
Operating upon, slaying, excising the problems that surround you will sate both you and Loki in the end.
I apologize that this reading took me so long to complete for you. The past week or so has been super busy, I'm still behind on finishing and posting or sending out readings, but I'm trying to get through them when I am able to. I hope this reading helps you in some way and thank you for giving me the oppertunity to read for you like this. Please let me know if there's any thing else I may be able to help you with.
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