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buckrecs · 10 months
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Sex Pollen
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Play Pretend by @wkemeup
When Bucky is injected with a substance that leaves him desperate for release, you offer your help.
In The Dust by @metalbuckaroo
at a shack after a mission, Bucky realizes the ‘dust’ that he thought wouldn’t be effective anymore needs to be brought up. You insist partners are suppose to communicate with each other.
addicted to you by @bonky-n-steeb
you find Bucky to be irresistible after you both get affected by sex pollen.
Left Gasping For Air by @bucksfucks
doused with sex pollen, you & bucky are met with a difficult decision.
Take You There by @heli0s-writes
Sam plays a game called Fuck or Die. It's like he willed it into existence as you and Bucky explore the basement of an old Hydra lair.
Chemical Reactions by @slut4buckysarm
bucky barnes joining in on your solo mission was the worst part of the night. that was until the both of you got dosed with sex pollen.
Daisies by @rebeccccccaaa
Bucky gets hit with that god awful (but really hot) sex pollen.
burning desire by @lanadelreyscokewhor3
after being sprayed with sex pollen on a mission gone wrong, bucky is the only man who can help you. the issue? you hate his guts.
A Piece of His Heart by @thefanbasewhore
Bucky has been struggling with himself for a few months now but never reaches out for help. In order to confront him, you lock him in the lab but only to find out it was on lockdown for a reason and you're now stuck to quarantine with him
only the two of us by @barnesafterglow
stuck together, you and bucky find yourselves in an unfortunate position (or maybe not)
Mean It by @gogolucky13
You and Bucky get trapped overnight in the safe house after a mission. Everything should be okay, except he's your ex and thanks to his carelessness, the situation gets a little more complicated.
Comply by @gogolucky13
With Hydra, everyone is a prisoner.
your hands have made some good mistakes : part 21 by @thenhewaswrongaboutme
The team comes home for a pre-Thanksgiving gathering. Everything is going swimmingly, until Thor breaks out the Asgardian whiskey.
Little Bit of Pollen by @simsadventures
You and Bucky are both Avengers, but that doesn’t mean you have to like each other. What happens when you two are the only one present when you breathe in a sex pollen?
Dosed by @moonstruckbucky
Sex pollen? Sex pollen.
keep your eyes on the road (aka an unexpected sex pollen adventure) by @bitsandbobsandstuff
Honestly, this is what Bucky gets for not listening to you.
for your own good by @witchywithwhiskey
bucky barnes is gifted a strange-looking plant but when you, his closest friend in avengers tower after steve rogers, touches the leaves, it lets out a strange cloud of pollen. both you and bucky soon feel the effects of the plant's pollen and, though bucky's worried about hurting you, you know he never would—and you need his help. desperately.
Petals by @biteofcherry
Bucky and reader is stuck in a cabin in the woods.
Desperate by @buckets-and-trees
Enemies? Rivals? It's always been reluctant teamwork between you and the Winter Soldier, but when put in a situation where personal feelings have to be put aside, maybe actual personal feelings are uncovered.
Thrill me, Fulfill me by @samodivaa
You agreed to help for one mission—now you are both lustful and carnal, affected by sex pollen—you are flint, he is tinder.
Imagine by @buckyalpine
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Can I request g!p nat x reader smut? Where Reader is an agent who’s close to the team and Tony throws a party and all shield staff was invited. Reader and nat both get drunk and hook up. Reader becomes pregnant and her and nat talk about it and start secretly seeing each other. With Reader obviously pregnant the avengers make a bet on who the dad is which amuses Nat but makes her a little annoyed. And when Reader gives birth their daughter (?) looks exactly like nat.
Thanks in advance if you write this 💖
Thanks for the request - here you go, I hope you enjoy!
Happy Little Accident
Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Warnings: smut - Natasha has a penis.
Word count: 5.4k words
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Everyone hated, loved, a Tony Stark party. Usually someone would end up spilling some kind of secret, like the one-time Sam bought female underwear to spice up his sex life with Steve and Bucky, or they’d end up breaking something after having too much of Thor’s Asgardian ale. Most people in SHIELD had never experienced a Stark party, as they weren’t part of the close-knit group, however you were a close friend and regular colleague of theirs, as you were one of the highest ranked agents SHIELD had to offer, so you had been to many of them. Naturally, most of the agents jumped at the chance to attend a party hosted by the billionaire, desperate to get a glance at the heroes up close and personal, whereas, you weren’t too bothered, having been to far too many of these parties in the last few months, as the man threw a party for absolutely anything and everything he could.
The night of the party came, and you dressed in the most gorgeous strapless burgundy dress, which really showed off the curve of your hips and the fullness of your bosom, yet still left enough to the imagination of those whose eyes descended upon your figure. People knew you were beautiful, yet they never got to see how beautiful until you stepped into the room. Agents saw you in a new light as they were so used to seeing you dressed in full combat kit, always ready for a fight, but here you were, dressed to the nines and looking truly relaxed for once. Although it may be your night off, you were still prepared for the worst, strapping your gun to your thigh, just in case anything was to happen, aka another Ultron fiasco.
Slowly, you made your way to the bar, soaking up all the attention that onlookers gave you, making you feel powerful and even more confident than you already felt in this outfit. You sat down at the bar after ordering your drink from the barman and waited patiently for him to pour your tipple. “Wow. You look incredible, I swear you get more and more beautiful at every party Tony throws.” As your guest spoke, the bartender placed your drink in front of you before moving on to the next customer. “Such a charmer, aren’t you Romanoff?” “Well, it’s true, you look very beautiful Y/N.” You finally turned your head to face your admirer, and when you did, you were blessed with the sight of Natasha Romanoff dressed in a dark sapphire gown, which closely hugged her upper body, but flowed gently at the waist all the way to her ankles. “I must say, you look very beautiful yourself Romanoff, trying to impress someone?” She smirked at your flirtation, “I don’t know, is it working?” chuckling softly, you stopped playing around and decided to be honest with her instead, “yes Natasha, you’ve definitely impressed me, you always do.” “Now who’s the charmer?” “My parents taught me to be honest, especially when in the company of beautiful ladies, and you’re definitely one of those.” Carefully, to avoid hurting you, she locked her hand around your wrist and pulled you to sit on one of the sofa’s where you could talk more comfortably.
Throughout the evening, you chatted with your colleagues, SHIELD agents and Avengers alike, as you nursed several drinks that Natasha and Tony brought over for you, never leaving you without a drink in your hand for more than a minute. Progressively getting more and more drunk with each beverage that was offered to you, you decided to call it a night, but before you could leave, you were dragged into a game of truth or dare with the Avengers and a couple of other higher ups in SHIELD, such as Maria Hill. “Ah nice of you to join us Y/L/N!” “Well, I wasn’t really afforded the choice Stark, not when Kate basically dragged me over here.” You saw Tony visibly shiver at your glare, causing Natasha to smirk, everyone knew how nice you were, but you were also not one to be messed with and your glare matched the intensity of the Russian assassin’s. Kate sheepishly smiled at you as you called her out, but you waved her off, not truly that offended by being dragged into the game, this was where all of the best things happened at Tony’s parties.
Rounds were played with cautiousness, Steve, Bucky and Sam all trying to remain as tight lipped about their sex lives as possible, they really didn’t want a repeat of the last time, and you spent most of the time laughing at the others misfortune or sipping a drink when you didn’t want to answer. “Nat, your turn, truth or dare?” you eyed her as she chose dare, but you averted your eyes when Bucky told her to ‘make out with the hottest person here for at least 10 seconds.’ Natasha sauntered around the back of the sofa’s you were all spread out on, carefully brushing her fingers along the expensive material of them before she came to a stop, right behind you. She walked herself round the sofa to face you and gently placed herself in your lap, staring right into your eyes. Looking at you with a lustful, yet caring gaze, she slowly leaned in to connect your lips with hers, but stopped just before she could make contact. Whispering against your lips, “can I kiss you Y/N?” You nodded fervently; all sense of composure gone out the window at the sight of Natasha sat on your lap. Without any further ado, she finally pressed her lips against yours in the softest kiss imaginable. Quickly, the kiss got more passionate as she slipped her tongue past your lips when she felt them part ever so slightly, to which you moaned faintly at, making her also let out a soft groan of approval at your whimper. “Time’s up Romanoff, that’s been well over 10 seconds, let the poor girl breathe!” Clint’s voice broke you both out of your lust-filled haze, but not for long when, with no prior warning, Nat pulled you off the sofa and dragged you towards the doors in the direction of the elevators.
As soon as you stepped foot in the elevator, Natasha slammed your back against the wall, to which you let out a pained grunt at the force of the collision. “Shit, I’m sorry detka! I didn’t mean to hurt you, are you okay?” You nodded breathily, from the pain but also from the arousal the reaction caused. “It’s okay, it hurt, but seeing you react like that was so hot. I’m not glass, it takes a bit more than that to break me, so be as rough as you want.” A wry chuckle was sent your way, along with a slightly evil grin, “oh you’re going to regret that when we get past that bedroom door malysh.” You met her grin with a cheeky smirk of your own, “can’t wait Agent Romanoff.” The elevator doors opened, and you winked at her and made your way to her bedroom door, whilst she stood motionless inside the elevator. “Come on Romanoff, what are you waiting for?” At that, she broke from her stupor and joined your side, before unlocking the door and pushing you both through the entrance.
“You’re gonna regret your bratty little attitude earlier dorogaya, I’m going to absolutely ruin you.” A shaky breath left you, her words turning you on immensely, but you were a brat, so naturally, you had to run your mouth and tease the other woman. “Oh yeah? I doubt that, but why don’t you give it your best shot…Daddy.” Harshly, she grabbed your chin in between her fingers, squishing your cheeks up and parting your lips too. “Just for that, I’m going to punish you and your insolence, then maybe I’ll be nice and give you something to look forward to, but you need to behave from now on. Now strip.” Immediately, you got to work, trying to get to your possible reward as quickly as possible. With a level of incredible dexterity for a slightly tipsy woman, you managed to unzip your dress and unclamp your shoes before Natasha stopped from undressing any further, leaving you in just your lacy black thong, as the dress had no need for a bra. “God, you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. It’s a shame I have to punish you now, because there’s nothing more that I want to do than spend hours pleasuring you.””I mean, you could always forget about the punishment and skip to the pleasure, I’m good with that deal.” “Oh no, you need to understand that your actions have consequences, and I won’t stand for brattiness, so you’re going to be a good girl and take what I give you. Now remove your underwear and pass it to me, then I want you on all fours on the bed, facing the headboard.” Following her instructions, you got into position and waited for Natasha to join you.
It felt like hours that you were waiting for her, but eventually you felt Nat’s presence behind you and internally sighed in relief at her appearance. “Because you were a bad girl, I’m going to spank you and you will thank me for every one. I think 15 should be plenty, but if at any point it gets too much, I want you to tell me, okay? Are you okay with using the traffic light system? Green for good, yellow for slow down and red for stop?” You nodded, eager to just get on with it, but Nat didn’t make a move until you verbally agreed. “Yes, I understand you and the system.” With that she brought her hand down on your bare cheek, immediately leaving a red mark in her wake. “Thank you!” “You’re forgetting something sweetheart, surely one smack hasn’t completely dumbed you down?” You laid there confused at her question, what was she expecting you to call her? Then you remembered, in your bratting out earlier, you’d called her Daddy. Assuming that was what she wanted, you corrected yourself, “sorry. Thank you, Daddy.” She delicately tapped your bottom in approval, “good girl, that’s better.” Her spanks rained down on your supple cheeks, one after the other until all 15 had been administered, when once again, she patted your cheeks.
“Aww, I think someone enjoyed being spanked, you’re absolutely dripping baby.” Fingers traveled through your folds, collecting the traces of your arousal on her fingertips before tasting your juices. “Mmm, so sweet too. You taste divine, kotenok.” Hearing the noise of Natasha’s heels hitting the floor as she removed them, you clenched in anticipation of what was next to come. Being close with the Avengers meant you knew them very well and some of them, intimately. You were especially close with Natasha, so you already knew about her little, well, not so little friend, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about her fucking you. Impatiently, you turned around, so you were facing the red-headed beauty, and when you saw the state of her undress, your jaw dropped. Full breasts with perky nipples, a toned six-pack and a weeping cock were facing you. At the sight of her large member, you unconsciously licked your lips and brought your bottom lip in between your teeth, eager to feel it deep inside you.
“Do you like it baby?” you could sense the vulnerability coating her words, although she had a confident exterior, you knew Natasha well and knew that she often struggled with how she looked. She knew she was beautiful, yet still had those moments where she would overanalyse every imperfection that she had, especially the scar she received when The Winter Soldier shot her all those years ago. “Natasha, you are beautiful, inside, and out. The most perfect woman I have ever met and honestly, all those ‘imperfections’ that you see are a testament to how strong of a person you are.” Moving off the bed, you walked in front of Natasha and softly grabbed her face in your hands, “You are beautiful, strong, and incredibly kind. You are loved so, so much by everyone here, in lots of different ways and I hope you know that.” She stared at you with tears in her eyes and softly laid her forehead against yours before placing a tender kiss on your lips. “Thank you detka.” Removing your hands from her, you reached for her hand and pulled her towards the bed, only letting go so you could lay down on her soft sheets. “So beautiful, and all for me.” Nodding once again, she crawled on top of you and passionately kissed you in an effort to convey her gratitude at your kind words.
As the kiss carried on, you could feel Natasha’s hips and hardened length rocking back and forth against your lower stomach, “Nat, I want you, I want your cock inside me please!” “Yeah, is that what you want moya krasivaya devushka?” shaking your head up and down frantically, she gave in and mercifully placed her dick inside your still dripping entrance. Letting out a guttural moan at the feeling of being full, Natasha smiled at your pleased expression. “So soft, so warm baby. I’m gonna move in a minute okay? I don’t wanna hurt you too bad.” “No! I want you to do what you said, I want you to ruin me please! Please Daddy!” you begged her with a pout on your face, hoping it would make her give in quicker. Sighing in acceptance, she started rocking softly before she moved into a faster pace, determined to ruin you for anyone other than her. As her thrusts got harder and faster, you clenched around her cock, making it more pleasurable for the woman pounding into your tight little pussy.
“God, you feel so good Y/N, your pussy feels so good wrapped around me!” breathy moans left your throat at her words, “fuck, fuck, fuck! I love it Daddy, your dick feels so good deep inside me!” Even after dreaming about this moment countless times, you never expected it to feel this good, but it felt heavenly and she was honestly the best you’d ever had. Natasha kept thrusting into your warm velvety depths, finding it increasingly difficult to keep going as she had done once she felt you cum around her cock. “Baby if you keep clenching like that I’m gonna cum.” Her words caused you to clench once again, “ah shit, I’m gonna cum!” “Do it Daddy, cum! Come on!” Desperately, Natasha tried to pull out, but you clenched down again and wrapped your legs around her hips so she couldn’t move. “No baby, I’ve gotta pull out, can’t cum inside!” “It’s okay, I’m on the pill, you can cum inside me. Cum for me, that’s it!” She stilled as she painted your walls white with her seed, releasing load after load of sperm inside your womb. Flopping as soon as she finished cumming, she laid at the side of you panting heavily after the exertion. “God Nat, that may be the best sex I’ve ever had. I’m gonna grab some water, then I’m coming back for another round – I wanna ride you this time.” You seductively swayed your hips as Natasha stared at your bare back and ass, causing her to become erect once again, already ready for the following hours.
Since the party, you’d barely spoken to the Avengers, being too busy with your own workload as a high-ranking SHIELD agent, but you’d had a couple of awkward encounters with Natasha since the night of your sexcapade. Although neither of you regretted it, you could both sense the weird tension as you’d crossed the lines of just friends to a more intimate level of relationship between the two of you. As you were filling out a mission report for Director Hill, you suddenly felt a wave of nausea bubble up through your stomach and into your throat, so immediately, you ran to the closest bathroom and let it all out. Leaning back against the cubicle door, you gave yourself a minute and cleaned yourself as best as you could with limited resources, before making your way to the medical bay to see what was wrong with you. You knew you couldn’t be pregnant because you were on birth control, which you had been meticulously taking, and Natasha had had a rather painful conversation with you after she’d had a nightmare, where she discussed her desire for a family, but couldn’t because of the actions of the Red Room.
Greeted with the surprised face of Bruce Banner, you took a seat on one of the beds and waited for him to finish whatever project on which he was working. “Hey Agent Y/L/N, what can I do for you?” You lightly chuckled at the formality of your proper title, “Bruce, you’ve known me long enough to just call me Y/N, but I’m here because I need you to run some tests. I’m in peak physical condition, or I thought I was, yet I’ve been sick for the past couple of days and I don’t know why. I’ve run through lots of different options, but I’m still at a loss, so I was hoping you could help me out?” Listening attentively to your words, the man nodded along and agreed to run some tests, “okay, so I’ll run a blood test and then also a urine test just to be safe before I move onto anything further, we don’t want to get ahead of ourselves. Make yourself as comfortable as possible on the chair and then I want you to provide me with a sample.”
Ten minutes passed and you’d provided Bruce with the samples he’d asked for, so now you were just left to wait for the results and finally find out what was wrong with you. “So, your results are back. It turns out, you’re pregnant.” Shock paved its way across your face. Pregnant? You couldn’t be pregnant, first of all Natasha is infertile and secondly, she’s the only one you’ve slept with in the past four months. “Wow. I didn’t see that coming. Are you absolutely sure Bruce?” He nodded at you, confirming that you were indeed pregnant when he showed you the results for yourself. “I can get one of the nurses to come and do an ultrasound then we can see how far along you are if you want to completely make sure?” “Yeah, that sounds like a smart idea.” So, that’s what you did. Bruce got a nurse to perform an ultrasound which confirmed that you were pregnant - the result of that night with Natasha. ”Thank you Bruce, I really appreciate this. I’ve got to go and have an important conversation with someone now, but I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone just yet. Not until I decide what to do about this whole situation anyway.” “Of course, I wont tell anyone, best of luck with your conversation.” You waved him goodbye and made your way to find Nat.
Searching all over the compound, you couldn’t find Natasha anywhere until you heard grunting coming from the training room, which was really the first place you should’ve looked, knowing how much the woman loved to train. “Looking good, Romanoff!” She stopped her workout when you wolf-whistled, playfully rolling her eyes at you. “Thanks Y/N/N, what are you doing here anyway?” All of a sudden you felt the nerves hit you 10x harder than when you first started your quest to find her. “Hey, you’re okay, come on, lets go to my room and you can talk to me there, privately. Let me just grab a shower first, I’m all sweaty and I stink.” Silently, you made your way to Nat’s room, all the way there completely overthinking everything. What if she never speaks to you again? What if she wants you to get an abortion? You weren’t sure if you could raise a child alone, but you also weren’t sure that you could go through with having an abortion either. Sitting on her bed, you waited for Natasha to shower before having probably the most important conversation of your life to date.
Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realise Nat had finished in the shower, until she rushed in front of you and cupped your cheeks, wiping away the traitorous tears that had trailed down your cheeks. “Hey dorogaya, what’s going on? Why the tears pretty girl?” ”I’m pregnant.” Whispering it so quietly you weren’t even sure you’d said it as you barely heard yourself speak. “What did you say Y/N?” Choking back a sob, you repeated yourself, albeit louder so she could actually hear you this time. “I’m pregnant, Nat.” Evidently she wasn’t expecting that, as she looked as shocked as you did when you found out. “How? I thought you were on birth control?” You shrugged dejectedly, still lost in your negative thoughts, “I was, I am. I must’ve forgotten to take it one night after a mission or something, plus it’s not 100% effective anyway.” She rubbed your back in comfort as you explained. “So, whose is it?” You looked her dead in the eyes, hoping to get across the message, which apparently worked as her hand flew to her mouth in surprise and confusion. “But I‘m sterile, I can’t get anyone pregnant. Are you sure its mine?” “Yeah, I didn’t think you could either, but you’re the only one I’ve slept with in the past six months, so it’s definitely yours, Natasha.”
A smile gradually etched itself across her face, “I’m gonna be a Mama! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!” She hugged you so tightly you thought you were going to pass out. “We’re going to be the best moms ever, Y/N! I can’t believe it!” That spurred another thought in your mind, how were you going to do this with you both being SHIELD agents? Apparently Natasha was having similar thoughts as she spoke before you could even organise all of your thoughts. “I’ve thought about the night we spent together quite a bit, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed when you left in the morning. It made me realise how much I wanted to be with you, and this has confirmed that even more. Y/N, I want to go on dates with you, wake up with you every morning and help you through every step of this pregnancy. So, will you be my girlfriend?” Without thinking, you jumped into Natasha’s arms, fiercely locking lips with her, and whispering a breathy ‘yes’ against her mouth.
“I want you by my side for every step of this too, I want you to witness all of the milestones, like the twelve-week scan and when we find out the gender, if we decide we want to know. I can’t wait to do this with you. As happy as I am though, I want it to just be us for now, I don’t want the others interfering, because as soon as they know about us, we both know Tony will go overboard with the teasing and I don’t think either of us want that.” Agreeing with you, you decided to keep your relationship secret until you both decided the time was right.
Over the next couple of months, your belly swelled as the child inside you developed and your relationship with Natasha went from strength to strength; going on secret dates late at night when the other Avengers were asleep, or even breakfast together under the guise of ‘friend dates’. As soon as the others found out about your pregnancy, Tony allocated you a room in the tower, directly opposite Natasha’s, which was great for late night rendezvous’ when you found yourself craving her touch or the feeling of her deep inside you, which increased as your pregnancy progressed. Although, it wasn’t all great, as as soon as you told Maria, she immediately placed you on desk duty, which you understood, but still hated nevertheless. Plus, the constant need to pee and the pain you felt as various body parts swelled, which Natasha helped with massively, always being around to massage your aching flesh.
Around the five month mark, you walked in on a conversation that had you silently chuckling to yourself; the other Avengers were taking bets on who the father of your baby was. All of them guessing SHIELD agents that you’d never look twice at in a romantic sense, but it was amusing to hear who they thought had knocked you up. “What do you guys think? Who knocked up Y/L/N? I’m betting $10 on Agent Williamson. Capsicle?” “Tony, I’m not betting on Y/N’s sex life, move on.” Exaggeratedly sighing at Steve’s unwillingness to play, he moved on to Sam & Bucky. “Well, what do you guys think?” They both paused, clearly thinking carefully about their answers before Sam answered, “she always seemed pretty close with that Agent Trystin guy, maybe him?” “Nah, I reckon its Agent Taylor, I’ve seen the way he looked at her during missions.” “I cannot blame him, Y/N is a beautiful young maiden, but I think it could be Hood, he seems more like her type. A strong man, capable of slaughtering the enemies of many.” You tried hard to stifle a chuckle at Thor’s dramatics, in order to avoid being caught eavesdropping on their conversation.
As everyone placed their bets, Tony made a note of everyone’s guesses so he could keep track of them, clearly missing the clenched jaw and tightening fists of the Russian. The remaining Avengers placed their bets or kept out of it, Clint betting $10 on an Agent Ferguson, Yelena betting Agent Blake and even Carol, who had taken a short break, bet on an upcoming agent by the name of Payne. Tony went to ask Nat, but before he could, you walked into the room and sat on the sofa by Wanda and Nat. “What’s going on guys?” Scrambled replies of ‘nothing,’ ‘not much’ and ‘just chilling’ reached your ears before they all hurried out of there like the building was on fire, leaving you alone with Natasha. Checking the coast was clear, she placed a delicate kiss on your lips before settling down to watch something on the television with you. “How are you feeling today my love?” “Same as usual, tired, and incredibly bored, desk duty is so tedious. As much as I love carrying this little peanut, I really can’t wait to do something more productive than typing up documents for Maria.” Natasha’s hand gently stroked over your swollen stomach, smiling widely when she thought of the product of the night you two shared together. “This isn’t how I imagined our relationship going, but I’m so happy to be with you and peanut.” Again, she placed a loving kiss on your lips, which broke soon as she couldn’t contain her own grin.
Eight months had gone by rather smoothly, with the Avengers basically tending to your every beck and call, especially Nat, Wanda, and Kate – the three you had been the closest to before you got pregnant. Natasha had been the best partner you could have ever wished for, fetching you whatever you craved at four in the morning, rubbing oil over your stretch marks, holding you from behind and lifting the bump to relieve pressure on your back and bladder, even if for only a minute. Often you woke up to hear Natasha talking to the baby in Russian, or just having silly little conversations about what she’d done in the week with you. Everyone was desperate for the little one to arrive, but none more so than you – as much as you loved being pregnant, you also couldn’t wait to get the baby out because you just wanted to meet them and maybe stop peeing every 5 minutes.
Sharp pain woke you from your slumber and you felt that your legs were also wet, realising you were in labour, you urgently woke Nat up so she could help you to the med-bay. “Natasha. Natasha. Natalia!” She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and spoke with a raspy voice, “what is it detka?” “I think the baby is coming!” Speaking through gritted teeth, the pain of the contractions hard to bear. “Come on then, lets get you to the med-bay. FRIDAY, alert Dr. Banner that Y/N is in labour, and we need him to get help ASAP please.” “Yes Agent Romanoff.” Natasha carried you bridal style to the med-bay, eager to get you there as soon as possible so you could both finally meet your little one. Bruce arrived not long after you both, armed with a small team of nurses ready to help deliver your baby. You changed into the hospital gown they provided you with and got as comfortable as you possibly could on the bed before the real work started in bringing your baby into the world.
As the contractions intensified, you squeezed Natasha’s hand so hard you thought it would break, which you weren’t too bothered about, considering she got you into this situation in the first place. The midwives encouraged you to push, but after hours in intense pain, you were ready to give up, not sure you could actually do this. Natasha brought her head down to yours and whispered gently in your ear, “come on baby, you got this. Just keep pushing and we’ll have our little angel with us in our arms. You’re so strong, you can do this.” Her words of encouragement spurred you on, coupled with the fact that the quicker you did this, the sooner you would get to meet them. “Come on agent Y/L/N, you’re nearly there, one last push and the baby will be here!” Pushing with all the strength you had left in your body, you heard the nurse tell you they were here, followed by the cry of a newborn. “Well done baby, you’ve done it! I’m so proud of you!” Placing a kiss to your sweaty forehead, she let out a sigh of relief that you’d finally released the death grip on her hand. The nurse brought the baby over to you, and you finally saw the face of the beautiful baby you’d been growing for the past nine months. “Hey baby, I’m your mommy, and that’s your mama. We’re so happy to finally meet you, I hope you know that your aunties and uncles are going to protect you with everything in their power and they’ll spoil you rotten too.” “You’re absolutely perfect, I’m so proud to be your mama. Thank you Y/N, I couldn’t be happier.”
The nurse appeared with the other Avengers in tow, all desperate to meet the new addition. “So, are you finally gonna tell us who the other parent-“ Tony was cut off when he came face to face with your baby. A beautiful little girl with a tuft of bright red hair and gorgeous green eyes, the absolute spitting image of Natasha. “Holy shit, it’s Romanoff.” A chorus of language echoed around the hospital room, causing the billionaire to roll his eyes. “What do you mean, Tony?” pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, he replied, “I mean, Rogers, that Romanoff is the other parent. That baby is basically a clone of Natasha.” Steve and the others looked at you in surprise, but you just chuckled and nodded at them all. “I’M AN AUNT!” Everyone turned to shush Yelena, who looked like a schoolchild that had just been told off in front of the entire class. She mouthed an apology to you, trying not to make any more noise. “Have they got a name?” Looking at Natasha, you nodded, “yeah, it’s Tatiana Elena Romanoff, our little princess.” Once again, Natasha placed a kiss against your forehead and whispered lovingly in your ear, “I changed my mind, this is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen; you laying there with our baby girl safely cuddled in your arms. I love you Y/N and you Tatiana.” “I love you too Natasha, both of you.” Never in a million years did you think you’d find a family with the Avengers, but you were proven wrong, and you couldn’t be happier.
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Mischievous Matching
☆ Pairing: Loki x Mutant!Reader
☆ Synopsis: Loki is a trouble maker, always one to cause trouble, but he meets a mortal that is even worse than him and he finds himself absolutely powerless and victim of your stupid outdated pranks, but he finds himself to be putty in your hands.
☆ Word Count: 7,656 (good thing I didn't know what to do with this prompt, eh? This is just the second longest fic I've done.)
☆ Notes: My first request! Yay! 🥳Loki is a smitten little lee. I'm really bad at doing pranks so I did the worst and oldest pranks I remembered, because it's funny Loki not growing up on earth wouldn't know any of them. Also, it's not said outright, but in case of doubt the reader's mutation is super-elasticity because guess who started watching One Piece 👒🏴‍☠️.
☆ Warnings: Very bad and outdated pranks, other than that it's just pure fluff and flirting.
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Loki thought he was smug. He had always been the smart brother, growing up constantly tricking an entire realm of Gods and Goddesses, he was very little used to people being smarter than him. Of course, he knew a couple of them existed, his mother was one he could never lie to. Odin more often than others saw through his deception and caught him playing pranks on Thor. But when you grow up in a Realm that values more your physical strength and at most your ability to come with war strategies… You come to believe you’re bound to become complacent, and it becomes a matter until… well, what always happens.
Loki would’ve never expected his match would come from Earth. Quite frankly, he had expected humans would always stay the same, kind of like Asgardians did. But they didn’t. Humans (for the most part at least) didn’t have magic or supernatural skills, so they chose to be inventive, they created modern civilizations purely thanks to the fact that humans chose to play smarter.
He wouldn’t admit it, now that Asgard settled on Midgard, and he got to see what humans did with technology… it was sort of admirable how much they had made purely with ingenuity. Only a bit.
There was Stark, who had made a technological empire and entire armies just with just machines, humans like the sanctuary where Strange lived or the Maximoff girl that had learned magic despite their incompatibility with it, or the bug hero’s mentor that figured a way to alter the size of matter itself. Not to mention the Avengers had managed to take him down, a God his ancestors used to venerate without question.
Perhaps some humans were in fact, formidable.
Still Loki could get away with a ridiculous number of things simply because a lot of humans were just that gullible. His illusions had already started wreaking havoc in small towns where his illusions had turned into rumors of what he learned humans called UFOs… although, to be completely fair, he was, by definition, an alien.
But the true meaning of formidable he found in you.
He met you one night he was allowed to visit New York and he decided to mess with passerby Midgardians. He simply sat on a bench of the park casted the illusion of a Ratatoskr and let humans do their thing. Truth to be told, while the creature wasn’t necessarily scary, it was gonna be interesting when the young ones noticed a talking squirrel and he saw some children excitedly trying to catch it, which may or may not have been actually endearing. But the real fun came when the parents became hysterical. Chaos ensued and Loki couldn’t hide a smile.
“That’s yours, isn’t it?” a voice asked, and you sat beside him.
He looked at you perplexed.
“It’s just… it kinda sticks out that you seem even more amused than the actual children playing with that. It’s supposed to be Ratatoskr, right?”
He didn’t expect anyone to notice, he had sat at enough distance that he couldn’t be related to what was going on, and he had a book on his hands so no one would relate his amusement to what’s going on.
The illusion vanished as he lost focus, surprised that you noticed him. He couldn’t hold back a soft laugh through his breath when a woman in her middle age let out a screech threatening to call the cops on an invisible talking squirrel. And to his surprise you laughed too.
“Man, I enjoy seeing your everyday soccer mom lose her marbles at whatever, but actively seeking their wrath takes courage.” You laughed.
You stretched out your hand and introduced yourself with a firm handshake which Loki surprised himself returning and giving away his actual name.
“W-Wait… like the Loki, Thor’s little brother… The Asgardian that… you know… over a decade ago did… you know?” you asked perplexed, not daring to say the actual thing.
Loki tense up, not knowing how you’d act next. For all he knows maybe the police force would end up showing up after all.
“Damn, so what they say is true” you shrugged. “You are a softie now.”
“What they say?” Loki gasped out indignant.
“Yeah, it was over the news a bit after the second snap, Ironman and your brother gave a press conference to explain you were in peace with Earth and it was Thanos’ brainwash.” You explained as a cheeky grin formed on your face. “Ergo, you are a softie.”
Loki was speechless. You knew who he was, you knew what he had done to New York, and yet you were poking the bear with a stick without an ounce of fear in your expression.
“Listen well, mortal, I–” Loki huffed.
“Pfft! I didn’t know Gods blushed.” You laughed heartedly.
“Hang on just a minute!” Loki protested as he became aware of the heat on his cheeks “I am–”
“Surprisingly fun to be around.”
He opened his mouth and closed it again as he found himself with no witty retort for your teasing.
“Thank you, I suppose” was all he could say, with less spite than he usually had when he spoke with mortals.
“I was gonna go grab a bite, wanna join? It’s a bit boring eating alone” you offered.
His stomach growled and he took the offer, partly because he was very hungry and both you had caught his curiosity. You were an odd one, that was for sure.
“So…” you wondered. ���Is it true you’re staying with the Avengers?”
“Why do you wanna know?” he asked back.
“Curiosity” you smiled.
A question like that could’ve easily triggered an alarm, but for some reason it didn’t. And you didn’t lie.
“Yes, my brother decided to join the quarters to live with his friends and he took me with him” Loki admitted.
“Took you with him? Like an updog?” you arched an eyebrow in a way that made him feel slightly sheepish.
“Excuse me? What’s that?”
“What’s what?”
“Updog.”
“What about it?”
“What is updog?”
“Not much, what’s up with you?” you wheezed before letting out a dorky laugh.
Despite the fact that the All-Speak did not allow him to understand a place’s lingo he understood he had fallen for a stupid Midgardian joke.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I had to try, oh… oh god, I hadn’t met a anyone who didn’t know that one yet, but I had to try. I like you already.”
Now he was convinced, you were definitely an odd one. Not only did you not fear him, but you were bold enough to pull practical jokes on him and teased him for falling for it. It got on his nerves.
But he couldn’t help but follow you around. You kept teasing him the entire trip to a sandwich shop.
“What do you want to eat?” you smiled.
Loki stared awkwardly at the menu, he recognized some of the ingredients, but he had never been to a place like this. And he wasn’t used enough to human food to make an informed choice.
So, you stepped up and asked him a couple of questions about the food he liked and made a choice for him.
“You can punch me in the arm if it’s not good” you winked at him.
Loki surprised himself smiling at you.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
But it was really good. It wasn’t anywhere near as refined as what he was used to eat, but it was surprisingly good. And you even paid for his food, which spared him the uncomfortable conversation over why he had no money despite leaving in a millionaire’s house.
“Hey, I live a bit far away, do you mind accompanying me home?”
Loki wasn’t sure why he accepted, but he found himself following you around, risking getting lost in New York City since he didn’t really know the area that well just yet. But he got on the bus with you and followed you home.
Which to his surprise… was the compound he himself lived in.
“Wait… D-Did you…?”
Loki felt betrayed. Of course. He should have known Stark would send an agent to find him, no one really trusted him, and they had to assign him a nanny to make sure he–
“I’m glad I ran into you” You spoke, interrupting his train of thought. “I still feel anxious coming so far out of the city alone, sorry if I cut your trip short.”
That caught him off guard. Were you not follow him? He didn’t sense a lie, but perhaps he was still a bit distracted.
“You mean you found me by accident?” Loki asked.
“Yeah, I’m not used to the headquarters being a home, so I need to get out to stretch my legs every once in a while. Otherwise, I feel… I don’t know.”
“Imprisoned.” You finished, as Loki’s lips let out the exact same word in almost a perfect synchronization.
Again, no lie.
“Hah… yeah” you smiled. “Sorry, I probably sound like a brat, complaining about living in such a big place.”
“No, I understand perfectly.” Loki found himself say in soft tone.
Loki walked with you inside and accompanied to your room. The sight when you opened the door was rather dismal. Just a small bed, a desk. But the bed was interesting, or more like what was on top of it. A stuffed little bear with a green bow on its neck, and a travel bag. He assumed they did go with Director Fury’s intention of having the trainees educated like soldiers until they completed their training.
After that day he felt more interested on helping with the training of newer recruits, thing he crushingly refused to do before meeting you. But it was his excuse to see you more. And as he imagined, you were among the best recruits. You weren’t the strongest, nor the fastest, and definitely not the tallest given some mutants came to be even taller than him. But you were agile and flexible, and you worked harder than anyone else to make up for any shortcomings you could have.
And you were smart, the smartest in the group. Loki had seen Stark give tests to the recruits and your results always came among the best, and more often than not, you were on top of those results.
“You did it again” Loki would congratulate you.
“It’s just a number on a paper” you always replied back, “that doesn’t mean I am going to be good on the world out there.”
“And yet your leg is bouncing with excitement” Loki pointed out.
You laughed and placed a hand to your knee to make it stop.
“The ego boost is still appreciated” you replied, a bit sheepish.
You were his favorite of all the recruits. Not that it was a title most competed for, a lot just gave him wary looks when it was his turn to train recruits, after all who wanted to have the man who once terrorized Earth as the class teacher. But you always helped to control the group, willingly volunteering for sparring with him for demonstrations and even while everyone else got a partner you chose him, even when that meant it’d be ten times more difficult than picking another mutant.
But once again, that allowed him to get closer to you.
“I’m telling you, it’s magic!” you assured him pointing to the water bottle as you sat next to him.
“Sure, it is.”
He knew you had no magic. He had read your files –for purely professional reasons, like personalizing– and knew of your abilities. But he also had no clue how you had shoved a coin bigger than the bottles neck all the way to the bottom.
But he didn’t like that playful giggle of yours, it always meant trouble.
“Look inside if you don’t believe me.” You said placing your eye on the bottle orifice to get a better look at the coin.
He sighed and mimicked what you had done, pressing his eye to the bottle’s finish to get a better look and see if he could figure something to get it out.
“I don’t see–”
In a second you had squeezed the bottle and splash him in the face. Which was noticed by a few recruits that let out quiet laughs, unlike you who were giggling shamelessly at his expense.
“You! You... traitorous, cheeky, despicable, insolent–” Loki huffed as he latched onto your ribs and squeezed them repeatedly making you double over in laughter.
You batted his hand gently after about a minute as you regained his composure.
“Oh god, you’re my favorite thing ever, it’s been years since these pranks stooped working on everyone else” you laughed.
Loki huffed. “I wasn’t living here years ago.”
“Oh, I know that’s what makes it funnier” you laughed and patted his shoulder.
Other trainees were looking at him amused, but he noticed they seemed a lot less tense now. As if some of that fear they had was gone. It was… weirdly nice. So, he just sighed and rubbed his face with sleeve to dry himself off.
“You cannot expect me to go easy on you after your little stunt” he asked as he stood up.
“Mm, it’s already, I like rough treatment anyway” you winked at him.
That made some other people in the room as Loki’s cheeks heated up lightly. But he still smirked.
“We’ll see about that in a few minutes, won’t we?”
You were also what humans called, the class clown. And your favorite thing was to prank him. It was all harmless stuff, like when you started a game the entire class to start a game every time, he used Asgardian or just outdated expressions like “Norns” or “Heavens.” Or that time you taped giant googly eyes to your chest, so he had a hard time giving a lecture as he got the urge to laugh every time he glanced at you, and even had the audacity to tell him, “Hey, my eyes are up here!” as you bounced, making the googly eyes bounce all over the place. That time where you filled his locker with confetti and balloons.
It was embarrassing because despite he’s nature, he had no way to get back at you. His illusions didn’t faze you one bit, and the concept of pranks for a god weren’t particularly safe for humans, your style was weirdly benign, and he couldn’t match it. And everything he tried repeating from your pranks wasn’t really surprising.
He used to think nothing could ever bother you at all… Until he was wrong.
He found you one night by the roof, sitting with your legs hanging on the edge, but the little border made a secure railing that kept you safe. You had been gone for hours, even skipping training, and he saw a half empty bottle of Vodka behind you.
“What are you doing here?” he asked as he sat beside you.
“Wasting time, and Tony’s reserves” you joked bitterly. “Watching the forest.”
“It is a lovely night” Loki admitted. “But you were missed at today’s sparring. It is obvious I’m not nearly as tolerable without you around.”
“Just relax, they’ve already warmed up to you” you sighed. “No one likes a stiff teacher.”
It was true hay whenever you made him laugh everyone else seemed to ease up as well. He always attributed to your natural charm and that you relished embarrassing him. But… people were a lot less wary around him lately.
“What made you skip?” he asked.
“It’s the 13th anniversary since my mutation manifested” you sighed and you reached your arm into the sky, it stretched for a few meters before it regained its normal shape.
“I thought people here celebrated that” Loki inquired. “You act as if a partner abandoned you.”
“I don’t know, I think I miss being normal… well, more normal” you chuckled humorlessly. “Not feeling like an actual monster.”
Loki could relate to that, realizing that you are different means you will never wake up with the same concept of yourself, because as it turns out, you are a mistake, a cosmic improbability and turns out, you’ve never been like anyone else around you.
“You are not monster, you’re a–”
“Oh right, because mutant sounds so much nicer.”
“Does it upset you?” Loki asked. “Being the way you are?”
“Yes. No. A little? I don’t know, it’s like a dream living in the Avengers home.” You sighed. “But… don’t you ever get the feeling that rather than wanting to have you around they’re just don’t want you to go rogue? I mean, I get it, with all that’s happening with the Banshee black market…”
Loki couldn’t help but laugh at that. If anyone understood what you felt, that was him. You were a mutant, which granted was becoming much more transcendental these days. More with the mutation enhancing drugs circulating, SHIELD and other organizations were putting a lot of energy to make sure less mutants went on a rampage. But none of you actually had major lists of crimes on their backs, unlike Loki. If anyone was being monitored that was Loki.
Even if he was technically an official Avenger already, it always felt like it was all because of his connection with Thor and at most that he was already highly trained, better than most other Avengers.
“I assure you that they do not think that of you.” Loki spoke reassuringly. “The Incorporations of Mutants Program is simply to remove mutants from a dangerous environment.”
“Yeah, free of Banshee and even add some mutant soldiers to their ranks, it’s a win-win situation” you spoke bitterly.
A part of him felt weirdly nostalgic. His mind took him back to the treasure vault of Asgard, his words reverberating on the walls: «So I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up, here until you might have use of me?» And now, more than a decade later, he found himself defending his father. This was just the same, you weren’t necessarily wrong… but it only a piece of the picture, the hurtful bit of a picture.
“You’re right to feel that way.” Loki spoke reassuringly. “But know that these people care about you… even if their original intentions aren’t as selfless. Trust me, I would know.”
“That’s surprisingly mature for a prince that’s technically younger than me.”
He felt his cheeks warming up to your comment and scoffed out a laugh. Of course, even in a vulnerable moment you wouldn’t let the chance pass to tease him.
“What can I say? I am not just devilishly handsome, charming, and tremendously intelligent,” he smiled, “there’s gotta be some wisdom to balance it all out.”
That made you laugh in that way that made his heart flutter in his chest. And before he knew it, you had rested your head on his shoulder. He felt his cheeks heat up and a smile make its way to his face. Had it always been so difficult concealing his excitement?
“You forgot humble and down to earth” you chuckled and rolled your eyes.
“What can I say, darling?” he smiled, “I’m a perfect man, I am completely irresistible.”
“And you still can’t get a date” you smile nudging his side.
“Not my fault there” Loki chuckled, “I’m quite particular when choosing a lover.”
“Right, and you being insufferable has nothing to do with it” you smiled as you grabbed his side and gave him a few squeezes.
The feeling made him jolt and let out a strangled gasp. Of course, you little brat always took advantage of this silly weakness of him ever since you found out.
He remembered the day you found out, quite vividly.
It was a holiday, so most recruits were out for a couple of days with either family, friends, or a new fling. Even some of the Avengers with friends out of the compound left for a few days. So, it was the super soldiers, the Maximoff twins, Vision, Thor, Loki, and you.
Your family had left for a trip, so you had no reason to leave the compound. Loki was thrilled that he would have you practically to himself. He felt those butterflies deep within his chest every time he saw you alone in a room. Of course, he kept his cool as best he could, still being the same mischievous charmer he’s always been, despite feeling like a giddy kid at the sight of you.
Even the most ordinary of mornings were blissful with you around. Even things like breakfast you could always make a monotone activities fun. Like right now, making Thor and the Maximoff twins laugh and sing around with you while you were whipping pancake mix on a bowl. It was some sort of little dance party while you cooked.
Loki couldn’t help but stare and chuckle softly.
“Loki, good morning” you smiled as poured some mix on a frying pan. “Wanna join us for breakfast?”
“Is it required for me to squirm around like a possessed worm like you’re doing?” he joked.
“Yes, it is imperative that you do, otherwise the pancakes will come flat” you quipped back with a cheeky smile.
“Come on brother, I know Midgard dancing is very different from what we used to see at home,” Thor intervened, “But it is quite fun, give it a try!”
“That’s the attitude, Thor-nderstorm” you grinned as you continued to dance.
“In that case I think I’ll just do with some coffee” he cleared his throat as he spoke.
“Come on, brother” Thor insisted, shameless —or rather, clueless— as usual. “It’s fun!”
“Hey, no shame if he can’t do it” you said, “Not everyone can dance.”
Loki laughed.
“If you call that «dancing», I’ll let you know I am actually a great dancer” he stated, just so you knew.
“Loki, if someone has to inform me of their traits, I have learned not to believe that.” You challenged him.
He looked away, focusing on the black liquid dripping into the coffee pot, trying to think of anything else that wasn’t you. Just the coffee, dark, bitter, that he had to keep himself from drinking before bed or it’d deprive him of sleep... Just the way you…
“ACK—!” he was brought back by the squeeze on his sides that made him jump and hold back a yelp.
He was ready to yell at Thor, when he saw the outstretched arms and you looking at him from the other side of the kitchen, the hands returned to your hips. Everyone was looking at him.
“Oh, you’re back” you saw his rosy cheeks a bit confused. “Honey?”
“Excuse me?”
“What do you want your pancakes with? Honey?”
“Uh- I… I- no… Um, I didn’t— I…” he couldn’t even look at you.
But you gave him a reassuring smile.
“I recall you like them with honey” you smiled, “It’s Thor that likes them with maple syrup.”
“That’s correct” Thor beamed happily.
“Don’t finish it all you hoarder” Pietro quipped as he wrestled with the blond for the bottle of syrup.
He sighed quietly, thankful that they had moved onto the next subject. He served himself his cup of coffee and just when he was going to turn around, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and that gently traveled all the way down his side and caused him to shiver.
He looked at you with daggers in his eyes before checking on the rest that were focused on eating and didn’t notice anything, thankfully. You just look at him and chuckled, before handing him a plate with neatly piled up pancakes with honey and some a small mix of berries you knew he liked.
“I didn’t know all Gods were so ticklish, I thought it was a Thor thing” you whispered. “…Good to know.”
You might as well have buried him alive after that. But, to his surprise you didn’t tell anyone. No one brought it up, not even Thor, who was already painfully aware of how cripplingly sensitive Loki was. No, and the anticipation killed him for the next day or two.
You didn’t bring it up once until one night you had the entire compound to yourselves. The doctor Foster had invited Thor over to «watch movies», not that anyone bought that for a second, the Scarlet Witch had gone on a date with the Vision, Barnes and Rogers were out on a party thing and had taken the Maximoff brother with him to further introduce him as part of the team. So, it was you and Loki completely alone.
You were reading on the couch on the weirdest positions, with your head upside down and the book inelegantly hanging on the air as you red upside down with your back arched as it seemed you’d fall out of the couch any second.
He grinned. It was the perfect chance to get you back. He made sure to be very quiet as he approached you and moved very slowly so you wouldn’t notice him —human earbuds were a blessing for his mischief, but they were not infallible— and right when he was towering over you. He squeezed both your sides.
“AAAAAAHHH!” you screeched as you fell off the couch.
Loki looked over to where you were laying on the floor where you had a hand over your heart.
“Loki! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” You scolded him.
What? No blush, no squeaky voice, no stuttering, no nervous shifting or even a giggle? No nothing? Were you that good at playing dumb? No way.
“What was that for?”
“I am sorry, I simply can’t resist when someone is vulnerable like that” Loki shrugged it off and sat on the couch, hoping you wouldn’t ask him to elaborate. “What are you reading?”
You sat back up next to him and showed him the baby blue book with pink letters and a couple kissing on the cover. One of those romance novels you liked.
“Is that the one you told me about?” Loki asked.
“It’s the one” you grinned and noticed the book beside him. “What are you reading?”
“Just old Asgardian poetry” he said, showing you the book, despite knowing you don’t speak Asgardian. He noticed the look you gave him, with an arched eyebrow and a smug grin, “It’s old even for me. Just old love poems.”
Your eyes sparkled like absolute diamonds, and you scooted closer to him, your face just inches from his. “Can you read one to me?”
He felt his cheeks flush at your excitement, and the clumsiness. But he cleared his throat and opened it on the poem he was reading. But he decided to be smug and read it just like it showed, in old Norse.
“Oh, so funny.” You growled and jabbed his sides.
Loki nearly jumped out of his skin and barked out a laugh. A laugh that didn’t go unnoticed given you quickly followed that same movement that had made him squirm. He very did a very poor job at concealing his reaction.
His brain quickly felt fuzzy, he could feel his restrained laughter echoing in his chest, and even still a few snickers were slipping out. His arms felt like worms just clumsily trying to find your hands to push you away. His face was impossibly hot and surely a dark shade of red at this point. His mind was on its knees begging for him to succumb and allow his body to laugh. And that’s exactly what he did when your hands sneaked past his arms and gently wiggled against the skin on his armpits.
“Wahahait! Stohohohop that!” he laughed.
“So that’s what your laugh sounds like” you teased him. “Hm… it’s actually kinda cute.”
“Stohohop this or ehehehehelse!” he latched his hands to your forearms but found that he didn’t even have the strength in himself to push you away.
Maybe it was that subliminal fear that he knew how fragile humans were. Maybe he was just that stupidly ticklish. Or… maybe your fingers were warm, and soft… and you had never given him this much attention.
He had fallen back on the couch, and you sat on his waist, straddling him with your legs on each side, and your hands were now exploring every bit of his torso to see what got him to laugh the hardest, your eyes were looking for every reaction, and your words were dedicated solely to tease him. He truly had you all for himself right now.
And it was driving him crazy.
“Mohohohortal! Cease this ahahahahat once!” he cackled. “It’s ahahahahan ordeheher!”
“Oh?” you smiled in a made that made his insides tingle, “I don’t think you’re in any position to make that call~”
Your thumbs dug into his hipbones that made him arch his back as he let out a loud screech and followed by a stream of guffaws. You laughed along with him, and it almost made this torture worth it.
Worth it, not more bearable.
“Plehehehease, no more! I surrender!” he laughed as he clumsily slapped your forearm in what he had learned was a sign of giving up.
“Wait, seriously” you asked, a bit surprised that you had actually gotten to him.
“Yehehehes, please, I yieheheheld!”
And thank gods it worked. You immediately stopped tickling him and helped him sit back up.
“You okay there?” you smiled at him, and his only response was tackling you to try getting some well-deserve revenge.
Ever since that night you had tormented every once in a while, by tickling him silly whenever you felt like it. But somehow you always had the decency to make it behind closed doors, where no one could see him laughing like an idiot at the mercy of a mortal simply tickling him. And… laying on your bed at late hours was very much worth it, the books he brought to read for you could always wait.
Loki and you chatted for a few hours and soon you sober up enough which relaxed Loki enough, but he noticed your conversation turned more melancholic, contrasting with your grumpy drunk rant earlier. You talked about your family, old jobs, and a department you owned before moving in on the compound.
“Can I tell you something funny?” you smiled sadly, and he nodded. “I miss being ticklish.”
“Well darling, I think that’s been enough alcohol for you.” Loki said as he grabbed the bottle and made it vanish away from you.
“I mean it!” you laughed.
“You’re insane.”
“It’s… I used to laugh so easy… Now every poke, every squeeze, every jab…” you poked your side and your finger sunk in your skin. “It’s… I don’t know… absorbed? I don’t feel anything like I used to.”
He remembered, the time you tickled him silly, how he attempted to get revenge, and how poorly it ended for him.
He latched his hands to your sides and squeezed you thoroughly. He crawled his hands over your belly, he pinched your ribs, and skittering his fingers under your arms. He experimented on every inch of your body.
But at most you gave him a soft breathy laugh, more amused than ticklish induced.
“Sorry Loki, I’m not that ticklish” you smiled trying to be apologetic, but you seemed more amused.
Your armed stretched and wrapped in circles around his bicep to pin his arm upward and still stretched enough to reach and tickle under his arm.
Needless to say, this time he didn’t get a break so easily.
“I doubt there is any actual downside to being the way you are” Loki encouraged you, “I’d give anything to not be… you know…”
“Cripplingly ticklish?” you smiled and elbowed his side making his face flush.
Norns, where had the days gone when he used to be a charming silver-tongued flirt? He used to be swooning men, women, and mythical beings alike, but your silly teasing for some reason had him blushing like a young boy.
“I-It’s… not how I would have phrased that…”
“I would” you cut him off with a giggle and poked his ribs, making him jump and barely hold back a squeak. A squeak.
“Right… Nowhere near the point I was trying to make” he sighs.
“I know… I just miss that intimacy” you sighed.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know, tickling was fun when I was little, it’s a nice way of being close to others” you sighed as you rested your head against his shoulder. “And I wish I could have that. Usually I get «no, it’s unfair since you’re not ticklish» and well… No more fun for me.”
Close to others.
He gulped at the warmth of your body as you leaned on him. His heart was racing, his hands were sweaty, his face was burning, he felt a knot in his throat and his breath was hitching.
“Tickle me then.”
“What did you say?!”
What did he say?!
Loki had been through the toughest training regimes growing up, he’d been deadly injured in battle countless time before he even turned 1000 years old, he’d withstand the most merciless tortures, and had been clinically dead more than once. But ever since he was little the one thing he couldn’t stand, was getting tickled. It was so bad to the point where the only people who could tickle him were his parents and Thor… who also had the advantage of being about three times stronger than Loki.
He remembered vividly the last time he was tickled past his limit he had lost control of his magic and unintentionally sent Thor to the healing room for two days (although he had been too proud to admit it had been an accident). The fact that you had left your last encounter tickling him unscathed was a miracle.
“Are you serious?” you asked him, looking at him suspiciously.
Truthfully, he didn’t know if he was. He was so convinced he hated being tickled, that he couldn’t understand why the idea actually felt… Exciting? Appealing? He tried convincing himself it was just the idea of having your hands on him.
“Yes, how bad can it really be?” Loki nearly wanted to die when he felt his voice crack in nervousness, and he had to clear his throat. “You’re just a human, after all.”
“Oh, is that so?” you chuckle. “Mm, I might take you on that offer then.”
You squeezed his side and his breath hitched.
“W-Wait, don’t!” he gasped and grabbed your hand.
“Oh, here better?” you grinned and used your other hand to squeeze above his knee, which made him jolt and grab your other hand by reflex.
“Gods, you do not make this easy” he chuckled softly.
“We don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable” you smiled genuinely. “I still appreciate the intention.”
The disappointed look on your face was all the motivation he needed, he pulled you towards him and sat facing you, guiding your hands to his sides as he felt his face burning. How terminally insane had he gone?
“Do it before I change my mind” he said firmly.
“Pfft!” you giggled, “You’re crazy.”
“It would seem so” he smiled. “Let’s get this over with…”
You chuckled and you started skittering your fingernails along his sides. Loki’s jaw tensed immediately as he felt his lips started twitching upward.
“Aww… you’re so ticklish, Loki” you smiled as you kept tracing your fingers up and down his sides, from his hips to his upper ribs. “It’s so charming.”
He cursed his choice of wardrobe today, and Midgardian fashion in general, he could have used a good layer of his Asgardian leather armors. Now a cotton shirt and black jeans served him very little as your finger tormented his sides.
And he was starting to giggle already.
“Yohohohou’re such a pehehehehest!”
“C’mon… it is pretty cute how you laugh,” you smiled, “your voice is so deep but your giggles are so light.”
“I’m nohohohot cute! Hehehe- Hey! Dohohohn’t touch thehehehere!” he giggled when your hands wiggled towards the sides of his belly.
“Oh, your pwetty tummy is so ticklish, isn’t it?” you cooed doing bloody baby talk, “You so cute~”
“Stohohohohop!” he guffawed. “Do nohohot patronize mehehehe!”
He hated how well you had learned how sensitive his stomach was. You had tickled him about three times total prior to this peak of insanity, but the weak spot that was his entire abdomen didn’t go unnoticed from the first time.
“I’m sorry, it’s so hard not to tease you when you have such a cute way of laughing.”
“I’m nohohohohot! Stop sahahaying that!” he protested between laughs.
“You should see yourself” you smiled at him. “The way you scrunch up your nose and stick your tongue out ever so slightly is so endearing!”
“Shuhuhuhut up!” he laughed as he bent over to try protecting his belly from your fingers.
You were being so gentle to him, simply skittering your fingers over his shirt. Being anyone else, that might have just gotten a few giggles out, but he was so ridiculously ticklish, especially there. That this delicate taunt to the skin had him hysterical.
“No mohohohore!” he pleaded, “Not thehehehere!”
“Not where?” you asked innocently. “Here?”
And you poked gently over the patch of skin right below his navel.
“Cuhuhut it out! Gehehet away from my stomahahahach!” he cackled, “I’m behehegging you!”
For some reason you decided to listen and move from his gut, moving to poke and knead his ribs, even doing those unbearable ticklish pinches around him.
You had a hellish ability to have him in stitches.
It kept going for a while, you would explore a spot, have him giggling like a child and then move onto the next to start over, not giving him a chance to get used to any sensation or spot.
“Dahahahahahahahaharling, plehehease!” he laughed, “thahahat’s so bahahahad!”
Seemingly that phrased worked and it stopped you giving him the chance to catch his breath, he placed a hand over his chest, feeling it rise and fall as he tried refilling his lungs with air.
“You little imp!” Loki panted “I was being so nice to you!”
“So was I” you smiled, “I’ve tickled you before, you know how bad it can be.”
Surely you were right, but the way you said it, almost like a promise, made Loki’s cheeks flare up, not that it would’ve been noticeable given how his face was flushed from laughing.
“You’re a menace” he chuckled, as he ruffled your hair “How come I’ve grown so fond of a little nuisance like yourself?”
“What can I say? I’m irresistible like that” you laughed as you rested your head against his arm.
He chuckled as he felt a lingering warmth spreading from where you were resting against his arm to his chest.
“Maybe you are” he sighed with a smile. If only you knew.
“Loki… can I ask you something?” you looked up at him.
“What is it?”
“Are you happy… living here?” you asked. “Or… have you never thought of running away?”
His face darkened. It made sense, but the idea of you thinking of him as a potential traitor stung worse than every awful thing said to or by him in stupid fights with Thor or his parents when the arguments got heated.
“Why do you ask?”
“Well, you lived in a castle, with luxury, prestige, fame and power” you spoke, “isn’t this too little for you? Don’t you feel trapped?”
Now that reasoning he didn’t expect. He smiled at you fondly.
“You make me sound like a spoiled brat” he chuckled.
“Aren’t you?” you chuckled.
“Of course not, I am the epitome of humility” he claimed, making you laugh. “But… answering to your question… I used to feel trapped, every day I’d be plotting my escape, how to make my great escape.”
“And we won't hear a word they say…” you chuckled.
“What?” he smiled.
“Nothing, The Great Escape is a song, continue” you smiled.
“And trust me… at first… I tried, they didn’t take long to catch me analyzing their security systems and patrolling schedules in a chance to sneak out. I was given so many last warnings and caused Thor so much trouble. Until… eventually I realized… I had nowhere to run to” Loki spoke sadly, “And eventually I stopped trying, this was all I had, and I had to make the best of it. At least my brother was around…”
“Aw, so you do care about Thor” you smiled as you nudge his side.
“I did not say that, and you are not to tell him that” Loki spoke in a fake seriousness. “His ego is big enough as it is.”
“Oh, you’re criticizing him about his big ego.” You laughed, and Loki’s heart fluttered, “You should tell him, he would be very happy that his little brother loves him.”
“Perhaps I will one day” Loki smiled, resting his cheek on the top of your head. “Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…”
“Diva” you muttered under your breath, making Loki chuckle.
“…Eventually I resigned to living here,” he continued. “And one day, the Incorporation of Mutant Program was introduced.”
“I’m still not over the fact that we were named the IMPs” you laughed, making Loki snicker.
“Are you kidding? That was the only thing I considered salvageable of you all at the time.” Loki joked, earning a poke on the ribs from you, “…Among the other Avengers I was requested to instruct the recruits. Which I refused to do.”
“And then you met me” you smiled.
“And then I met you.” Loki agreed. “Which made it all more bearable, you at least provided me with some challenge and entertainment.”
“That’s a really twisted way to say you like me” you chuckled.
If you only knew…
“Would you believe me if I said I did?”
“That’s fair.”
The triggered something in him, a moment of bravado that made him want to risk everything and tell you.
“Are you sure of that?” he asked, as he gently placed a finger under your chin, and pulled for you to look at him. “Even if I said you drive me completely crazy?”
Oh, the look of shock that adorned your now blushing features was delicious.
“Even if I said that I think about you on every waking moment, and that just for the sake of that smile of yours I’d withstand the most barbarous tortures… That for the longest time now you’ve had my heartstrings wrapped around your fingers, playing me like a puppet at your will just for the sake of you one day maybe looking at me the way I look at you.”
“What…? Wh— L-Loki… I— you—!” you stuttered.
Your face was red, but you didn’t seem repelled by his confession. Thank goodness. He thought maybe giving you some time to organize your words was the best thing he could do.
“Why me?” you finally asked.
“Why not?”
“I’m not particularly strong, powerful or attractive” you stated. “Even among just the other recruits.”
“I beg to differ, it takes a lot to render a god helpless like you did earlier.”
“Because you allowed me to” you retorted.
“Because I am crazy about you” Loki said gently.
“Why?”
“You’re stubborn, you get on my nerves all the time, you question and defy my authority every chance you have, and you have no fear of the consequences of crossing a god, especially one with my history.” Loki chuckled. “That takes a lot of courage.”
You smiled at him shyly, and oh gods, the amount of self-control it took not to tackled you and kiss the daylights out of you was ridiculous.
“You are funny, and witty, you have these innocent eyes that make me want to blindly believe you every time you pull one of your stupid pranks on me.”
“And you fall every time” you smiled as the pink shade returned to your cheeks.
“I fall every time” he whispered with a gentle nod. “I fall every time you smile, every time you laugh and every time you look at me as if I was someone interesting and worth getting to know better.”
“You are worth getting to know better… Hell, you’re worth risking a friendship for…”
“Risking a friendship— Mmph?!”
Before he could process what you had done he was already melting against your lips that were sweetly pressed against his.
He felt your fingers sneaking behind him, brushing gently against his neck, which made him laugh softly against the kiss before they continued their journey to his head, where they started playing with his hair in a way that caused him to swoon. In return he placed his hands on the small of your back, brushing his thumbs against you.
And you let out a giggle.
“What was that?” he asked amused.
“W-Wait, do it again!” You smiled brightly.
Loki smiled and brushed his fingers gently across your back and you let out a little giggle.
“It tickled!” You exclaimed.
“Oh did it…?” he smiled and experimented by gently scratching your sides and belly, just soft caresses with his blunt nails over your skin.
And you were giggling like a happy kid.
“Would you look at that…” Loki taunted you. “The little springy mortal is ticklish after all.”
You just rested against his chest as he tickled you, not protesting or squirming at all, just happy giggles. He supposed it made sense, pokes, squeezes, and jabs did nothing, but your skin was still sensitive enough to react to caresses, and it turned out it was all he needed. He took his sweet time exploring every little spot on your body that made you giggle.
Perhaps tickling was fun after all.
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Like We Used To
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This marks the beginning of Part Two of This Love. 
Warnings: Slight references to male masturbation and dirty dreams. Nothing wild.
Asgard 2013
   "Are you sure you want this?" 
   "Hush, Fandral, she can make her own decisions." 
   "Yeah,  I can make my own decisions, and I  have decided to change it to blue." 
   "HA! You're such an idiot!" Volstagg cheered, slamming his final card to the table which erupted into loud groans 
Astri and her friends had been playing a Midgardian game Thor had brought back from New York, it was called Uno and Astri was inherently terrible at it.
   "He can not keep winning like this," Hogun said tossing his hand into the middle of the table. 
   "He has to be cheating," Sif whispered  
   "We could always rig the cards against him," Fandral suggested 
   "But then, is it a fair victory when one of us wins?" Astri asked 
   "It is if he hasn't been winning fairly this whole time." Sif pointed out
   "Pass the cards out, I plan to win again." Volstagg declared
   "Cheater," Fandral whispered as he dealt the cards again.
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Loki didn't realize how mind-numbing his time in the dungeons would end up being. The first few weeks had been a blur, Frigga had sent furniture and books to him and he spent time rearranging and figuring out the best angle for his bed. Now, he was out of furniture to rearrange and the endless books were becoming boring. He had begun to stew over his loss on Midgard but felt his mind slipping away from his humiliation. As he lay there, he realized he missed the feel of the sun on his face and the way the wind would slightly blow through his chambers when he left the balcony doors open. Loki missed horseback riding through the dense forests of Asgard and the way the stars looked down at him at night when he couldn't sleep. Most of all though, he missed Astri and everything that came with her. He missed the way her laughter would carry through the castle when he made a bad joke. He could imagine the way her long hair would shine whenever the sun streamed into the huge library windows. Loki swore he could smell the soft scent of Astri's fruit-smelling perfume as he lay in his cell.
He couldn't believe she hadn't visited him yet. At first, he had presumed Odin had banned visitors but after asking Frigga who said Astri was free to visit him as much as she wished, he was saddened by her absence. Every day when his meals arrived he swore he heard the soft clicking of her shoes, instead he was met with the same guard over and over again. Loki tried to imagine what she could possibly be doing without him. They had spent nearly every waking moment together as they grew up. Was she with Thor or Sif? Was she rotting away in the library, learning a million different spells? Or perhaps she was with the Aesir fellow she had met in the damn markets? Loki had felt jealousy swirl in his stomach at the idea of the last one. Aesir wasn't necessarily terrible but he just seemed so droll. The way he just mindlessly complimented Astri whenever he saw her, it was like he was grovelling for her when they barely even knew each other. Loki doubted he even remembered what Astri wore each time they saw each other. Did Aesir know Astri's favorite foods and that she hated red flowers? Clearly not since he brought her bunches of them all the time and brought almond cakes when Atri clearly liked lemon better.
By the time his supper had arrived, he had decided that Aesir was possibly the most boring Asgardian who ever lived. Beyond his flat personality, he has terrible style. Loki had peered into Astri's mind the other night and found the most recent memories of Aesir. He had been dressed in the worst possible outfit. The way the silver in his armor contrasted against his skin made him look rather yellow. He felt Astri's embarrassment as they had strolled through the gardens when multiple handmaids had passed and giggled at Aesir.
   "What's on your mind?" A soft voice asked
Loki swore he had never sat up quicker than in this moment.
   "What's wrong, you look like you've seen a ghost." Astri asked, "Is there something on my face?"
   "I didn't think you'd ever visit," Loki admitted crossing the cell to where the golden barrier separated them
   "I wasn't planning on visiting today. I was going to make you sweat it out for a few more weeks but Volstagg was driving me insane and I needed a break." She explained
   "What did he do that's annoying you so much?" Loki asked
   "He keeps beating me at this Midgardian game Thor showed all of us." Astri sighed
Loki felt his mouth twitch slightly into a smile. Even though he wanted to be mad at her for not seeing him sooner, he was, as usual, finding it to be impossible to be angry with her.
   "I also brought this..." Astri said pushing a tray of food through a designated spot in the barrier.
   "Aren't you hungry?" Loki asked
   "No, Thor and I have been eating our suppers together for the past year and I swear spending time around him has fattened me up. It's like his huge stomach is affecting me too." Astri admitted
   "I think you look great." Loki complimented, he felt jealousy roar in his chest at the idea of Astri sitting across from Thor in her chambers, laughing at jokes and eating her favorite cakes.
   "Aesir said that a few days ago. I'm sure you already knew that though. You know you're not entirely undetected going through my mind like that at night. You show up in my dreams and that's how I know you're searching my memories, seeing what I've been doing with my days." Astri said
   "Anyone has a right to know what their best friend is up to. And how else would I know when I thought you had resolved to never see me again." Loki countered, surprised that she was able to sense him.
   "Oh please, you never thought that. You knew I'd show eventually." Astri knowingly said
Damn, she knew him well.
   "Has it occurred to you that maybe I missed you?" Loki asked honestly
   "It's crossed my mind. Although I'd like to think that you don't since then I'd feel guilty about not spending my every moment with you." Astri said
   "Like we used to?" He asked
   "Like we used to." Astri parroted with a soft smile that made Loki's heart beat just a little quicker.
Silence fell as he stared at the girl across from him. While she claimed to be fattening up with his "brother", he swore she had lost weight. Perhaps it was the lighting or maybe her dress was ill-fitting? No. Astri was definitely smaller than usual, her arms were normally more defined with muscle than they were now, exposed by a soft yellow gown she wore.
   "You're staring again," Astri said
   "I haven't seen you since the cage on Midgard." He reminded "Forgive me if I'm trying to commit your face to memory. I don't know when you'll visit again."
   "Maybe I will, maybe I won't," Astri said wistfully
She seemed sadder. As if someone had snuffed out her firey spirit Loki had come to love over the years.
   "Would you be able to come tomorrow?" He asked
   "What's in it for me?" She coyly asked
   "I'll read to you for as long as you'd like." Loki promised.
   "You're just tired of being bored in there," Astri said
   "Oh, quite the opposite I'm having a wonderful time here." Loki lied
   "You're not the only one going through their best friend's minds when they sleep" Astri smirked
When in the Nine Realms had she been doing that? Loki felt his smile falter as Astri laughed
   "By the way, beyond your obvious boredom, your dreams of me undressing and then bathing are quite erotic. I feel bad for your hand, and the other prisoners." Astri laughed
That explains the dream he'd been having for the past week.
   "You should not be going through my mind like that." He scolded, feeling his face redden
   "Oh, and that gives you permission to go through mine?" She questioned
   "What you saw is personal." He hissed, embarrassed at her knowledge of him
   "Whatever you say, Loki." She laughed
God he missed that sound, it warmed the air around him and sent a smile to his face.
   "I'll see you tomorrow. I hope whatever book you have is worth my time." Astri said standing
   "You're leaving already?" Loki asked following her as she walked.
    "It's getting late, I had a long day of losing to Volstagg. Plus I'm sure you need some alone time with your dreams of me." She teased
Loki felt his face go red, he was so embarrassed he bet even his ears were red.
   "What a nice color on you, Loki!" Astri complimented before walking away
Loki sighed and watched Astri walk off, she was going to kill him one day. The funny thing was he'd be perfectly fine with it, dying for her no matter how ridiculous the reason.
Astri had barely closed the door to her chambers before Thor had her jumping out of her skin.
   "How is he?" Thor asked
   "Don't scare me like that ever again."  Astri glared looking at Thor who was reclined on her bed
   "Why? It's so fun." Thor smiled
    "He's fine. He's bored and just as Loki as he has ever been." Astri said
Thor nodded as Astri walked to her vanity and began removing her jewelry and pulling pins from her hair.
   "Aesir came calling when you were with Loki." He said
   "Really? What did he want? I just saw him two days ago." She said
   "Well, he left these." Thor gestured to a large red vase of flowers "I put them in water, no need to thank me."
Astri rolled her eyes, she definitely wasn't going to thank him.
   "He say anything to go along with them?" She asked
   "Well, he said his mother was going to make the almond cakes you liked last time and he said he wanted to take a horse ride through the forest in a few days time." Thor said
   "How nice, I'll have to tell him I accept," Astri said picking her brush up
   "Don't you hate red flowers, and you don't even like almond cakes, everyone knows you prefer lemon." Thor pointed out
   "Maybe I've changed," Astri said
She looked at Thor through the mirror who gave her a 'Are you serious?' stare.
   "Okay, you got me, maybe I didn't tell him those things." She groaned
   "They seem like important things," Thor said
   "Pfft.... no." Astri laughed nervously, when did Thor become so observant?
   Silence fell over the pair as Astri brushed through her hair and every few seconds glanced at Thor who seemed to be admiring her patterned bedspread.
   "Did Loki ask about me?" Thor asked
Astri thought about lying to him to make him feel better. But what good were feelings if they came from lies that would just hurt later down the road?
   "He didn't. Our conversation was rather trivial today." Astri admitted
   "Ah. Okay." Thor said
   "I'm going back tomorrow night. Maybe he'll ask about you. If he does I'll tell him all good things." She said truthfully
   "You better." Thor smiled
   "I should really get ready to sleep so if you could you know...leave," Astri said, a bit rudely
   "I came to you to talk about something more important than Loki and Aesir," Thor said ignoring her request.
   "And that is?" Astri asked turning to him
   "My father has said that I am too taken with Jane. He's pointed out that I'm better served with what is in front me me here." Thor started
   "He better not be suggesting we court," Astri interjected, worriedly
Thor's silence was her answer.
   "We are not getting married. I would rather die." Astri groaned
   "That was rather rude." Thor pointed out "You don't have to worry I'm not telling you this because I want to court you. I'm telling you because I don't think he's right, I want to be with Jane but I also want to do my duty to Asgard."
   "You know you're not king yet," Astri said, relieved that Thor wasn't interested in her.
   "What does that have to do with Jane?" He asked
   "It means that you should go out and live. Who cares what Odin thinks is best?" Astri smiled
   "It's irresponsible." Thor pointed out
   "When has Thor Odinson ever cared about responsibility?" Astri laughed
   "Well there was that time I brought my brother back because he tried to take over Midgard." Thor pointed out
Okay he had her there.
   "I am sure whatever is meant to happen will happen. If you end up with Jane, great! If not...well we aren't getting married but there's lots of other eligible maidens!" Astri said
   "I suppose you are right..." Thor said
   "I'm always right." She smiled "Now, get off my bed and leave so I can sleep, Volstaggs victories and Loki's silver tongue have worn me out."
Thor's eyebrow raised at the last statement from Astri.
"Astri! You don't want to court me yet you sneak around with my brother while he is locked away under the castle?! I ought to tell the whole kingdom!" He gasped, feigning a scandalized face.
   "I didn't mean it like that, you idiot! I meant his wordy conversation is exhausting! Just go to your own room!" She blushed trying to pull him out of the bed.
Thor laughed and continued to laugh at her reddened face as Astri shoved him out the door and proceeded to slam it in his face. The Odinson brothers were surely going to drive Astri insane one of these days and hopefully, it wouldn't be for another thousand years.
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The Pickpocket - Part 18
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Pairing: Heimdall x fem!Reader
Word count: 3.4k
Summary: At the end of the day you just have to make the best out of the cards you have been dealt with - cards that Heimdall feels have been reshuffled in his favor...
A/N: this chap is brought to you by: "Asgardian Apples"! AJSKSKS also shoutout to @the-broken-faucet for showing me that there's a ton of unreleased gow:r soundtracks on youtube!!💖💖 i basically listened to the ~asgard ambience~ one on loop while writing this lol - BTW👀 the next chap will FINALLY get the ball rolling into canon-city👀🙌 aaAAAAAAA I'M SO EXCITED!! only took what, 18 chaps and 5 months? ajsksks💀
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Part 18
It was insane. Absolutely without any rhyme or reason.
For weeks the purple eyed Aesir had been nothing but a thorn in your side, at best annoying as all Hel, at worst nothing short of paranoia-inducing. He had been lying in wait for you everywhere, after all, and hadn't let you out of his sight even once. When you had dreamed about him, it had only been in the form of borderline nightmares, in which you had constantly had the feeling that you were being followed. What was it again you had likened this feeling to on your first day...? As if you were nothing but a puny mouse in front of a gigantic snake? Yes, that sounded about right. A snake with eyes so cold... It hadn't been hard to imagine that one day he would really make good on his many threats and just eat you up, with skin and hair.
Keeping that in mind, it sounded all the more ridiculous that he had ever considered you and Atreus a real threat. Especially you. What would you even accomplish, burn the dinner? Vandalize one of Odin's many statues that were scattered around Gladsheim? Annoy Heimdall to death?
...Well, the latter might sound rather extreme, but at the same time it was about as likely as Kratos starting to warble a song.
No, before all that would happen, you would rather alienate every last one of your friends and family. Which you were already on the right track for, after all.
A deep sigh escaped you and then you started chewing on your lower lip again, lost in thought. At the moment, you were lying in your bed, arms folded behind your head, staring holes into the dark ceiling above you. It was still early in the morning, but not so early that you wouldn't already run into someone in the mess hall – which was, in fact, why you were still twiddling your thumbs here.
When you had come back from the stables yesterday, the mess hall had been full of people as usual, so it hadn't been all that difficult for you to slink back to your room undetected. This morning, however, things looked a bit different and you would rather stay in your room for hours than be noticed by Jörgen. Or run into Thrúd. Or into any of the other consequences of your little anti-Odin monologue yesterday. No, you really didn't handle that all too well...
What threw your little plan to become a recluse for the time being a bit out of whack, however, was the rather persistent growling of your stomach. You had skipped dinner after all and were about to do the same with breakfast. You closed your eyes as your stomach sounded the alarm again. Damn... Why didn't you quickly grab something yesterday? You could almost hear every single recluse in the Nine Realms laugh at you.
You sighed again. No, it was no use. You could go on and on, trying to pull the wildest excuses out of your ass. At some point, you would have to leave your humble abode again, there was no way around it.
Thus, you reluctantly swung your legs over the edge of the bed and pushed your door open a little later. Before you left your room, you first stuck your head through the door and turned it left and right, scoping out the situation. When everything remained quiet, you quickly scurried out, trying your damndest to not look in the direction of Atreus' room. Instead, you hurriedly made your way towards the mess hall.
I'll just grab something from the display and get out before anyone notices me even being there, you kept thinking, Exactly. In and out, just quickly in and out...
But no sooner had you set your foot on the first step than you froze in mid-motion when you suddenly heard a door being pushed shut behind you. From the approximate direction, it could be Thrúd's room, but didn't she usually sleep in...??
You really didn't want to find out, however, so you just picked up the pace. Even in the mess hall you didn't want to take any chances; instead you hurried to the display with your head down and your heart pounding, grabbed two apples (after all, recent events had shown you that it couldn't hurt to be a bit greedy once in a while) and then quickly left the lodge.
Only when you found yourself amidst the already quite busy hustle and bustle of the city, you allowed yourself to breathe a sigh of relief. You savored the sun on your face and surveyed your surroundings as you took a hearty bite out of your fruity breakfast.
The storm had left its mark. Not only on the streets, where some puddles could already be considered small lakes. No, here and there the wind had also torn down fences and you passed quite a few houses where people were busy with roof work. No wonder half of Gladsheim was already on its feet; sleeping under a perforated roof didn't seem very ideal.
You frowned slightly when, distracted by what was happening off the road, you suddenly stepped into a puddle. Great, just great... This almost seemed like a sign. While everyone else was busy working, you were walking through the neighborhood, enjoying the sun.
Another thing to add to your long list of things that made you feel guilty. As if it wasn't already running out of space...
But like every time your thoughts moved in this direction recently, you quickly tried to steer them in another. And like every time before, they ended up on a subject that almost caused you an even bigger headache.
It really was insane.
You groaned and buried your face in your hands. You knew very well that you shouldn't have these thoughts; they seemed almost forbidden to you.
Heimdall was the enemy. An Aesir god and not just any god, no. He was the son of Odin, who had most likely sent him after you. But even apart from that, he had only given you bad memory after bad memory during your time here. He had threatened you and Atreus more than once, had insulted you and had done everything in his power to make your time here as terrible as possible. He was an asshole and a jerk...
And also the only one who didn't make you feel like you were doing everything wrong at the moment. The only one who didn't instantly make you feel like crap when you thought about him – which was quite ironic, considering that he had tried really, really hard to do just that since your arrival here.
So what was wrong with you now that you suddenly had these thoughts?? Not only did this seem forbidden to you, it seemed like betrayal even.
It would be all too easy to just blame Odin again. And well, he might have actually had a hand in your falling out with Atreus... But how could he have foreseen that you would also butt heads with Jörgen and Thrúd? How could he have planned all that and that you would end up all alone? No, that was entirely your own fault, you couldn't just shift that blame onto Odin again. Just like it was entirely on you and you alone that you had spent the evening with Heimdall yesterday. After all, he hadn't forced you into it.
Nor had he forced you to dream of him again tonight… and in the most dazzling colors at that.
As soon as you had finished that thought, your face grew hot again. You knew that dreams meant nothing. You had once read a story about a water spirit and promptly dreamed that you were a fish in the following night and yet you had no scaled ancestry (at least… not as far as you were aware of). With everything that had been going through your head lately, it was no wonder that your dreams were more than ever about Heimdall!
That the memory of said dreams made you increasingly flustered recently, however… that was another matter entirely. No, that they should have changed from borderline nightmares to that all by themselves, that was no longer normal dream logic. That could only mean that you, despite all that logic and common sense, had actually begun to see the Aesir in a new light. You wouldn't call it "liking" yet. A single evening where he had behaved reasonably civilized (for his standards at least) and had managed to distract you from your disastrous life didn't already make you "like" him. But you couldn't deny that you had actually enjoyed spending your time with "animal enthusiast Heimdall," as weird as that sounded.
Which was why your legs now carried you to a very specific place...
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When Heimdall stepped out of the Great Lodge, holding an apple in his left hand, and let his gaze wander over his surroundings, it immediately landed on the cook, who at that very moment was walking briskly toward him, a bag of herbs over his shoulder. The sight automatically made him grin. Heimdall knew that Jörgen hated it like the plague to constantly have to run to the remote fields when he needed a certain ingredient that he didn't have in stock anymore.
It might be rare, but Lady Sif did indeed have her moments of brilliance, he had to give her that.
"What's with the sour expression?", Heimdall called out to him, "Don't they say regular morning exercises promote the overall quality of life?" No sooner had he finished speaking than the cook looked at him with such hatred that Heimdall raised an eyebrow in mild surprise.
"You won't find what you're looking for here, so fuck off."
Ah... Of course. Naturally, Heimdall had already heard by now about your little quarrel with the cook and his niece. It seemed like its consequences were even more delicious than he had initially expected, though.
"What? Is this how you react if another is inquiring about your wellbeing?", Heimdall asked with mock dismay, "I guess it doesn't take good manners to stand behind a fireplace..."
Once the cook had reached him, he stepped right up to him and growled: "She's not here."
His eyes sparked fire, but Heimdall was not the least bit impressed. Instead, he gave his counterpart a shit-eating grin in the next moment and took a bite out of his apple before saying: "Well. That's just too bad."
Dark eyes clouded with barely suppressed rage burned into purple ones, letting the Aesir know full well that the other would rather rip his head off, at minimum, than just stand there baring his teeth, like the leashed lapdog he was.
Heimdall feasted on this sight as others did on their favourite meals.
"Leave her alone."
"Or what?", he asked the cook, amused, "You start to bark? Besides, who says she wants to be left alone anyway, huh?"
Jörgen blinked for several short seconds, then suddenly let out a loud laugh. "Because everyone wants to be left alone by you! She doesn't like you! You know, I'm starting to think your eyes may 'see all'..." He leaned closer. "But at the end of the day, it's still only what you want them to see."
When he pushed past him in the next moment, ramming his shoulder for good measure, it was now Heimdall who felt the all too familiar rage start to boil inside him. His fingers itched to remind this impudent little cook which family he was serving here exactly, but then he restrained himself. Because Heimdall knew that if he got carried away now, this would only be perceived as confirmation and he didn't want to give him that satisfaction. Besides, he was still an Aesir prince and messing with servants was therefore far below his dignity.
No, hitting the cook where it hurt could also be achieved through other means...
Therefore Heimdall merely snorted and then said loudly, his eyes fixed firmly on the other man's back: "Ah, well… From what I've heard this morning, I believe there's a strong possibility that she likes you even less than me now, my friend." He paused for dramatic effect. "Considering that she's avoiding you and all that, I mean. Whereas she joined me for a little fun in the stables last night. Funny, isn't it? How fast things can change."
Jörgen didn't turn around again, but Heimdall did see him falter slightly at his last words and that was all he needed to leave the square with a triumphant smirk on his face shortly after.
Now he just had to find out where you were hiding... He whistled a little tune while he let his gaze wander over the surrounding buildings and beyond.
His good mood from last night had obviously not subsided. However, now there was a certain smugness to it.
Heimdall couldn't deny that it had relieved him quite a bit when you had accepted his invitation to join him in the stable yesterday. Before that, he had been racking his brain for days about whether your last almost-fight meant that he had to start his plan to gain your trust from scratch again. The fact that you had also initially avoided him after that had put him in such a bad mood that he wouldn't have been surprised to learn that the catalyst of the never-ending rain clouds had actually been him.
Your sudden appearance behind the stable had thus almost seemed like a sign of fate to him. And like something he shouldn't screw up under any circumstances. The thought of disappointing the All-Father again had made him downright nervous, as his brain had scrambled to come up with a way to keep you close.
No wonder had you been able to so easily wrap him around your pretty little finger again. Something he had still called himself a fucking dumbass for, obviously, as soon as he had returned home. For it was simply ridiculous, especially for a god of his status, how quickly he had allowed himself to be thrown off again, just by a few thoughts and... feelings. Ridiculous how quickly he had already forgotten again that all of this was nothing more than a magic trick, a sham. These feelings were not real, not his own. Just a product of your magic.
He didn't need to agonize over something that didn't exist.
This realization had first made him pause and then feel very satisfied. Because it was true, it really didn't matter at all how or what he was feeling when he was near you. It didn't matter, because after all, it was nothing more than smoke and mirrors at the end of the day! Nothing that had any meaning beyond you.
No, your spell had its limits, that he was only too aware of by now. After all, he always managed to come back to his senses as soon as he was no longer near you. This was also proven by your last meeting on top of the wall, which had only ended so disastrously because he had let you get much too close – a mistake he would not make again.
Oh no, he thought, smiling grimly, I certainly won't.
He felt much more confident again, now that he had a better grasp on how your magic worked. That it was basically just an illusion, pure distraction. And already everything seemed to be all right again, already everything made so much more sense again, now that he had regained the upper hand.
Just as it should be for a god and a mortal.
As long as he wouldn't lose sight of his mission, as long as he wouldn't let this whole thing escalate (again), there was no need to worry. If some confusing feelings and the odd and unsuccessful attempt at convincing him to defect every now and then – ha! cute – was all there was to this, then there was really no reason to sound the alarm bells.
Which was why he hadn't really thought much of the fact that his first, rather unconscious official act this morning had been to pay the stables a visit. Or that since then his thoughts had once again only revolved around you.
Or that now, when he suddenly spotted you at the bottom of the stairs to the lift, the corners of his mouth automatically turned upwards again.
"Well, who do we have here", he called to you from afar, "What happened to 'there'll be no next time', huh? Can't fault you for changing your mind, though." He came to a stop in front of you and smirked. "I know I'm irresistible."
As expected, you just rolled your eyes and then crossed your arms. "Don't flatter yourself. I just... have nothing better to do right now, that's all."
"Nothing better than what?" He tilted his head.
He was incredibly amused at your facial journey in the next moment, as you first clenched your mouth into a thin line and then glared at him from under furrowed eyebrows.
"Well?", he persisted when you stayed quiet.
"You know what I meant", you said through gritted teeth.
He acted as if he had to think very hard about this. "I don't know, do I...? Maybe if you could lend me a hand...?"
You ignored his expectant look and snorted. "No. I won't say it."
"Well, suit yourself." With that, Heimdall shrugged, walked nonchalantly past you and then began to climb the stairs.
One didn't need foresight to predict what would happen next.
And lo and behold, no sooner had he set foot on the first landing than you suddenly exclaimed behind him: "...Wait."
He grinned. When he turned around again however, he sported an expressionless face, except for raising a single eyebrow.
You let your arms fall down at your sides before sighing deeply. "Please... Take me with you on patrol. Satisfied?"
He should have thanked the cook. After all, Jörgen had been instrumental in the sight that Heimdall was now presented with: You, begging him to take you with him to the top of the wall. Begging for his attention and company. Your little fallout with your friends had apparently driven you right into his arms. And on top of that, by now you obviously felt comfortable enough around him to spend time with him voluntarily.
Nothing better could have happened to him - and the mission, of course - and he granted himself a moment to fully enjoy this welcome development.
Then he grinned and purred: "Good girl."
These few words made it so that for several seconds it looked like you would reconsider, after all. But then you just wordlessly ran up the stairs and slipped past him onto the lift and he couldn't help but laugh to himself.
As soon as the two of you were on your way to the top of the wall, Heimdall nodded in the direction of the second apple in your hand. "Afraid I'll leave you up there this time?"
A sheepish look crossed your face and you smiled apologetically. "Uh, yeah... Sorry about that. But no, I just took it because..." You trailed off, while also looking down at the fruit, albeit with a slight frown, as if you had actually seen it for the first time in that very moment.
There was a short pause between you, then Heimdall stepped in front of you and snatched it from your hand, exclaiming: "The most famous mortal of Asgard steals an apple for me? I must say, I'm almost feeling honored."
Your eyebrows drew together as you looked at his other hand. "But don't you already have o-"
Without further ado, Heimdall threw his own, half-eaten apple off the lift.
Your mouth dropped open as you followed its trajectory. You were speechless. Then, when the two of you locked eyes again and he demonstratively took a big bite out of your "gift", you couldn't help the laughter bubbling up inside of you, so you immediately turned your head to hide it from him - a rather fruitless endeavour of course.
Soon, however, you cleared your throat and said in an stern voice: "I would really appreciate it if you could stop calling me that, you know."
In the meantime, Heimdall had leaned against the steering wheel again. For a moment he didn't know what you were alluding to, but then it dawned on him. "What, 'thief'?"
Your next look was confirmation enough.
He chuckled. "What would you prefer I call you then? Pilferer? Pickpocket?"
You rolled your eyes and turned your face away again. "Ugh, forget it..."
"All right, pickpocket it is then. My personal little pickpocket~"
He didn't get a verbal response, but judging by the way you went rigid for a moment Heimdall could practically feel your face heating up in flustered embarrassment again. Instantly, he grinned even wider.
Oh yes. As long as he would continue to play this safe and wouldn't lose sight of his mission, he could certainly have his fun with you...
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Game night (Marvel's Avengers) Bucky x reader
Soooo... this is definitely not my fandom but I had this idea and thought I'd give it a go. Tagging @otome-and-fanfiction because I know she has a thing for Bucky. There will be a smutty 2nd part eventually, but that will take some time. Have fun!
Warnings: none so far.
Of course I could blame the alcohol. That worked most of the time. But I was sure it was more than that, especially considering Mr. Stark’s smirk as he swirled the whiskey in his glass, his eyes never leaving mine. I heard chuckles and knowing hums from around me; the other Avengers sat, each with a glass in their hands, in a circle, playing games like high schoolers. There was an explanation for that at least; Thor had mentioned he had never played “Never have I ever” and Mr. Stark had jumped at the chance to show the god of thunder a piece of typical human interaction. Why I had to be there for it was beyond me; as a lab tech I wasn’t exactly part of the gang. Sure, Mr. Stark was pretty easy-going and the others were easy to get along with, too. Especially Natasha; we had a few things in common – not the whole trained killer thing, but in terms of heritage and such.
Anyway, I wasn’t the only employee of Stark Enterprises sitting here, with a drink in hand, going through the worst part of puberty again. But this question…
“Never have I ever kissed our lab tech Vi on the lips.”  
One moment I was laughing with Sam, the next my giggle got stuck in my throat. I had to keep myself from glancing at the only guy whose opinion on this was somehow of interest for me, the one I wanted to kiss me on the lips. Instead I found myself staring back at Thor who raised his eyebrows at me.
It wasn’t as if I had a lot to lose so I shrugged and gave him the tiniest nod, telling him to raise his glass and take a sip.
“No way!” Clint almost howled and Thor simply tilted his head, allowing me to explain.
“It was some sort of misunderstanding, really. He helped with this hyperfusion theory I was working on in his very unique, Asgardian understanding of astrophysics and – well, I was incredibly happy when he said something that made things click for me so I said something like: ‘I could kiss you right now!’ and –“ I shrugged. We all knew he was still figuring out informal speech and idioms. “He simply said: ‘If you insist’ and kissed me once. That’s it.”  
Some laughter, another shrug from Thor and Natasha cleared her throat, raised her glass in my direction and also took a sip.
“What? Nat, you too?” Clint almost choked as she jabbed her elbow into his ribs.
“I just showed her a way of catching your enemy off guard during close combat.”
“And it worked,” I confirmed. “It completely took me off guard and allowed her to win our sparring match.” Although she had gone easy on me to begin with; I was just a beginner after all.
“Well,” Mr. Stark said with mirth clear in his face and voice, “I definitely didn’t expect this.”
Someone else cleared their throat and a bitter taste spread in my mouth. I glanced at Captain Rogers who flashed me a small smile. Everyone else watched how Loki took a sip from his glass.
“Oh?” Dr. Banner seemed to sense I didn’t want to talk about it because he didn’t follow up with a question, but I could see he had more than just one.
“Is it my turn now?” I asked, entirely too loud, but I didn’t want to give Loki a chance to talk about it. “Never have I ever been to space.” It was my turn to laugh this time; every Avenger in the room groaned but took a sip. The other lab techs laughed with me and someone came up with the next round.
I kept my head down for the rest of the game, not ready to face him.
I was tipsy by the end of the party, but not drunk enough for it to be embarrassing. This was still my workplace after all, and although I couldn’t complain about Mr. Stark as my employer, I liked to keep a semblance of professionalism. Which made that incident with Loki even more embarrassing. I trudged towards my office, fully aware I couldn’t drive home anymore and accepting that I would have to sleep on my couch. It wasn’t too bad, I had spent the night there a few times already; not always because of alcohol, though.
What I didn’t expect was Sergeant Barnes waiting for me. My buzz instantly vanished, replaced by a queasy feeling deep in my stomach.  
“James,” I greeted him and nodded once, playing it as cool as I could.
“I was wondering,” he began, the most serious I had seen him in ages.
“Wondering?” I almost squeaked. This was ridiculous! I was a grown woman; I shouldn’t be this nervous just because he was talking to me.
“Yes.” He took a step closer, watching me fiddle with my key card. “During that game earlier… what was that look between you and Steve?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I brushed him off with a smile.
“I think you do. See, when Thor said he had kissed  you and Natasha, too, you explained it a bit and laughed about it. But when Loki admitted he had kissed you –“
Was it just me or was there a strain in his voice?
“Look, that was a bit awkward for me. I mean, I already knew who would drink and why, and I don’t mind since in both cases it was sort of funny.” And it didn’t mean anything, that made it easier to deal with the public embarrassment.  
“That doesn’t explain why you looked at Steve and why he smiled at you.” He had both hands in his pockets, the shoulders slumped forwards slightly.
“Does that matter?” This was too strange; what was he trying to find out?
He exhaled and straightened up, his blue eyes finding my own. “The thing is – me and Steve, we are from a different time.
“Yes, I know.” I got more confused by the minute but let him talk.
“You would probably call us old-fashioned, but we – Steve especially – kissing is a bit more serious for us than for modern folks.” His gaze flitted to my lips before he found my eyes again. “So… if there’s anything between you and Steve –“
I almost choked on nothing and he watched me with confusion growing in his expression.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold your horses, cowboy.” I held up one hand, my thoughts racing. “I mean, Captain Rogers is nice, no doubt, but he and I – there’s nothing. We are loosely acquainted at best. I mean, he’s Captain America and I am –“ I motioned once up and down my body. “He was just smiling at me as some sort of emotional support because we both knew –“ We both had known who would also drink and why. And I still wasn’t completely fine with that.
“Oh, okay…” He exhaled deeply, his shoulders slumping again. “I was just worried, you know?”
“It’s fine. I mean, he’s your best friend, it’s only right that you look out for him.” It was also kinda cute and didn’t help my crush on him, either.
“It’s not him I’m worried about,” he slowly admitted. “It’s just – he’s still kinda hung up on someone from our past and I don’t want you to get hurt just because he’s not really free.”
Oh.
Oh!
“You are worried about me?!” Now that was a surprise.
He coughed slightly and ran his hand through his hair. He always looked a bit disheveled, especially in comparison with Captain Rogers who always looked neat and put-together.
“Worried is a bit of a stretch. I just didn’t want you to get the wrong ideas about Steve and what could happen between you…”
I rubbed my upper arms; my buzz was almost completely gone and I already missed it. It would help in this strange situation.
“No need to worry about this,” I assured him. “Captain Rogers is nice and all, but not my type. Too clean, too safe – and still hung up on someone from the 40s, so yeah… I’ll pass. And I doubt he thinks of me as anyone special either.” I chuckled awkwardly; this was not how I had dreamed up a private conversation with Seargeant Barnes.   
“Too clean, too safe? So basically you think he’s boring,” he laughed but his smile vanished quickly. “Well, that explains why you kissed Loki, I guess.” He rolled his eyes and my stomach dropped.
“That – that is not –“ My voice trembled and I clenched my fists hard enough for my keycard to leave painful imprints in my palm.
“Are you okay?” The worry was back in his face and voice and it was the last straw. My eyes welled up and I did everything I could not to cry.
“It’s not like I kissed him,” I forced out. “He kissed me and to be honest, I didn’t even know it was him at that time.” And it was out.
A crease appeared between his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
I bit my lip; this wasn’t something I was proud of and definitely nothing I wanted to discuss in the hallway.
“You mind stepping into my office for a bit? I’m not comfortable having this conversation out here.” Where everyone could listen in and especially, all the tech monitoring the labs and hallways could record my shame.
He followed me inside and I motioned towards the couch where he took a seat. His eyes followed me as I paced around my office, grabbing a glass and pouring him some water. Stalling, basically.
Once I couldn’t put it off any longer, James already bouncing his leg, waiting for me to speak up without verbally prompting me, I took a deep breath. Leaning against my desk my hands gripped the edge of the wooden surface tightly.
“So, uhm… that’s a bit awkward, really, and I hope you won’t judge me too hard once you heard the whole story.” I gnawed on my bottom lip until the coppery taste of blood spread in my mouth. “The other day someone walked into my lab and started talking to me and I thought I know who it was. There was some flirting and although I was a bit surprised, I wasn’t wary. Until that person kissed me. It wasn’t unpleasant but they hadn’t exactly asked, which is kinda problematic for me.” I could feel my cheeks and ears heat up; shame drove my blood directly into my head. “Anyway, afterwards I realized this wasn’t the person I took them for. It was Loki, disguised as someone he had noticed I like.” I couldn’t look at him; it had been bad enough finding out I had been tricked and it had been just as difficult for me to talk to Captain Rogers about it when I needed advice. But admitting it to Sergeant Barnes made my throat tight and my eyes well up.
“That bastard,” James hissed and clenched his fists.
“No, it’s – well, not fine, obviously. I didn’t feel fine afterwards. I talked to Captain Rogers about it and he explained to me that Loki is the God of mischief after all, the trickster. He saw a chance to mess with me and ran with it. I’m angry at him, and Captain Rogers didn’t take it lightly either. But in the end it’s Loki’s nature and I can’t blame him for that. Just – I wish it hadn’t happened to me.” I chuckled wryly and sniffled.
“How did you notice?” James asked and when I looked up, his eyes were full of sorrow.
“He called me a nickname the real – the real person he impersonated would never use.” At least I had never heard him call anyone that.
“What nickname?”
I exhaled deeply. My hands were trembling and I had lost the fight against the tears. “Darling. He called me darling.”
James hummed. “And what would that person call you?”
My tears were flowing freely now. I almost choked on my own words. “Doll. You would call me doll, at least you did once or twice.” There, I had admitted it. I could see his eyes widen before he jumped up.
“Me?! He pretended to be me? And he kissed you, pretending to be me?” There was so much anger in his voice, it almost frightened me. But it wasn’t directed at me so I wasn’t scared. I simply nodded, unable to choke out any more words. “That fucking son of a bitch!”
Somehow it was funny to see him so worked up about this; at least he hadn’t laughed or told me that I should know he’d never kiss me.
“That’s why I was working on a way to find out if the person in front of me is the one they seem to be,” I sniffled and wiped my cheeks dry. “Thor actually helped me with that, which led our little misunderstanding.”
“You – he – what? Sorry, I’m a bit out of the loop here.” He almost deflated, flexing his fingers.
“He helped me figure out Loki’s energy signature so I could create a nice little gimmick showing me what energy the person in front of me has. He can change his appearance, but not his energy.” I shrugged; it had been one of my better ideas although I still hated that I had to get tricked first to come up with it.
“Soooo… you are telling me that you have actually developed something like an aura scanner? Like some medium or something?” He drew his eyebrows together; a deep crease appeared   Captain Rogers had told me that Seargeant Barnes was skeptical towards any kind of mysticism ever since he had been brainwashed again and again and infused with some wacky ideology. Totally understandable.
“I’m telling you that I developed a device to detect certain energy signatures, like a compass that can detect a magnetic field.” I was happy to talk about that, anything but the elephant in the room. I grabbed the small device, just as big as a phone, and pointed at him.
“See? Human, though and through.”
“Except for the arm,” he pointed out, smiling again.
I smiled back at him. “Yes, except for the arm. It has no energy signature of its own, though. It’s not a living organism after all.”
He hummed again. “Okay, so Thor helped you with that and because of a misunderstanding, he kissed you.”
I nodded. “That’s about it, yes.”
“So he wouldn’t have kissed you if Loki hadn’t kissed you first.” At some point during that conversation we had drifted closer, a step here, a small turn there until we almost were face to face.
I made a face but nodded again. “I guess so.”
When James exhaled, I could feel his breath on my skin. He was close enough to touch me if he wanted to.
“And Loki could only kiss you because he looked like – like me?”
I swallowed; the lump in my throat was like a boulder. “Yes,” I breathed, feeling like a deer in the headlights. I had hoped I could gloss that over, that I could distract him somehow. “Mighty awkward, huh?” I forced out a chuckle.
“That’s not the word I’d use, no.”
He was so tall, looking down at me made his hair fall into his face. It was just long enough to cover his ears, not long enough to stay tucked behind them, though. It suited him. And it made me want to reach out and brush the strands to the side, away from his eyes.
“What word would you use, then?” I didn’t dare to breath; my head was spinning. Why did he have to smell so delicious?
“A shame,” he answered, his fingertips brushing against mine.
“A shame?” My voice came out a few pitches too high for my liking.
He hummed again, his hand warm against mine. “It’s a shame I had to learn like this that, if I wanted to kiss you, you wouldn’t be opposed to it.”
“If you wanted to kiss me…?” My brain was lagging a bit, this didn’t feel real.
“Yes. Like – I don’t know – now?” His thumb gently rubbed circles into the back of my hand, my fingers lightly curled around his.
“Now? Uh, yes, that – sounds good…” I stammered, my knees growing weaker by the second.
He grinned, that boyish, carefree grin he sometimes had when things were good and simple. I didn’t have much time to admire it, though, his metal hand came up to cup my face and next thing I knew was that his lips touched mine and all coherent thoughts left my brain. He tasted like the bourbon he had been drinking, warm with a hint of spice. My heart hammered in my chest, I could hear the blood rushing in my ears and my knees threatened to give in under me. I was a mess and I savored every second of it. He pulled back and I whimpered, unable to hold it in. He answered with a growl and kissed me again, both hands in my hair, holding me in place so he could tilt my head this way and that, deepening the kiss until I could think of was him, his touch, his taste.
I felt the edge of my desk against my butt; he lifted me up on it so I could wrap my legs around him, keeping him close. This had to be dream, this couldn’t be real. Kissing someone shouldn’t feel this good, it shouldn’t melt my bones to pudding and fill my chest with longing so intense it made me want to cry.
“Dammit…” he panted, his forehead pressed against mine.
“W-what…?” Did I do something wrong?
“I shouldn’t have waited so long to do this.” He dropped a sweet kiss on the tip of my nose. “And I’m pissed that Loki got to kiss you before I could.”
I felt drunk, stronger than I had when I was actually drinking something earlier. “Well, if it’s any consolidation to you, that kiss was nothing like this just now.” I giggled and pulled him back towards me. I didn’t want to think about Loki. I just wanted to feel Seargent James Buchanan Barnes pressed against my body, his lips on mine, his breath on my skin, his hands – oh! His hands had made their way down my body to my butt; he pulled me closer to the edge, closer towards him.
“I better make you forget about that kiss,” he mumbled, nuzzling my neck.
“And how do you plan to do this?” I tilted my head back to give him more access.
“I might know a trick or two.” He gently nipped the skin just below my ear, making me sigh. “But not tonight. Not here and now.” Another soft kiss on my lips and he stepped back, leaving me confused and utterly horny.
“What? Why?”
He inhaled deeply, an almost pained look on his handsome face. “This is not the right way to do this. A girl like you, pretty and smart, deserves to be taken out for dinner and maybe some dancing afterwards. I should pick you up and – I don’t know, walk along the beach with you, do something romantic.”
“James, there’s no beach around here,” I reminded him, biting back my laughter. “And although I appreciate your attempt of treating me right, I’m totally fine with dinner and dancing AFTER we make out some more. I don’t think the order of things is important as long as we want the same thing.”
“But do we want the same thing?” He took my hand again, lacing his fingers with mine.
“You talk about dinner and dancing and walks on the beach, so I guess you’re not only after casual sex.” I shrugged, I would probably be fine with that if it was all he offered. “But working here, with the Avengers, has taught me never to plan ahead too far. Things usually don’t go as planned.”
“So, what do you suggest?”
I tugged at his hand until he leaned in closer again.
“I’d say we just go with the flow and see where it takes us. You want to go out? Sure, I’m down. You want to stay in? I’m happy to keep you company. You want to get out of these uncomfortable looking clothes? I’m more than happy to help.”
He laughed again and I relaxed a bit. “What I’m trying to say is, you don’t need to do anything out of ordinary just for the sake of it. I’m happy to spend some time with you either way. No need to impress me.”
“I told you, I’m an old-fashioned fella. It feels – strange, not to wine and dine you first.” He cupped my face with both hands; a cool, metal thumb and a warm one made of flesh and bones gently brushed over my cheeks.
“We can take this at your pace, I don’t mind,” I assured him. It was a bit of a lie; my nether regions did mind, making me squirm.
“You’re quite a treasure,” he mumbled and leaned in for another kiss, lighter this time, one that made my stomach flutter and my chest tight.
“Yeah, I’m fantastic. You should see me naked,” I chuckled and winked at him.
“Can’t wait for that.” He raised my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles. “But for once let me be a bloody gentleman. Can I text you about that date?”
“You better!” I waited until he was gone before I hopped off the table, still wondering what had just happened and if it was actually real.  
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mcubuckyxlokisbitch · 5 months
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Out of all the Time Lines
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Short Series !
Female Asgardian reader (now avenger) X TVA Loki
Chapter 1: Avengers I need your help (done)
Chapter 2: Interrogations and proclamations (done)
Chapter 3: Even Asgardians have myths (comming soon)
Chapter 4: -
Chapter 5: -
Chapter 6: -
Summary: After your Lokis death and have moved on and joined the Avengers. After the aftermath of Endgame you and the other remaining Avengers all seek shelter in the new Avengers Warehouse Pepper Potts bought as a temporary replacement while the Avengers mansion is being renovated. What happened after a very tired mission. Well, you're speechless, to say the least.
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You entered the living room with the rest of the team all covered in dust, scratches and tired faces. All of you just saved another casual disaster but the aftermath was the annoying part, burning buildings, hurt people, without Tony stark it meant the clean up crew for the Avengers were the Avengers.
"Alright, what movie and what restaurant shall we engage in tonight." You say as you use your magic to teleport your sword to your room and grab the telephone on the coffee table, plopping on the couch.
"I don't know, but I am in the mood for some Mexican food," Sam said walking in and taking off his goggles.
"Yeah no we just had Mexican yesterday Sam there is no way I am eating another burrito, enchiladas, or taco for the 5th time this week." Bucky shouted as he stretched out on the loveseat next to the couch.
Scott, Thor, Wanda, Peter, Kate and Yelena walked in as they made their way to the kitchen and the living room to relax after a long day.
"Well I for one could actually go for some Phò." Wanda said while grabbing a glass of water. "Yes that actually sounds nice," you replied.
"Second it." Bucky Raised his hand and passed out on the loveseat.
"I will fiest on any of your choosing," Thor said while taking off his cape to wipe off the gunk from storm breaker.
"Phò sounds wonderful. Just make sure I get one of those spring roles. Oh and don't forget were running out of chilli sauce." Yelena shouted from the fridge.
"I just restocked." Scott threw his arms and groaned. "hah." Yelena mocked.
Peter took off his mask and rubbed his forehead combing his hair back, he had the worst migraine ever. Was this a spider sense? Why is it worse than ever?
You shouted for his attention, "Peter man of the hour, Mexican or Phò." Peter didn't answer, he was trying to hold himself on the table trying to compile himself.
"Peter?" You looked towards him. You started to get worried and walked towards him. "Peter. Did you hear me, Phò or Mexican?"
Peter looked at you and fell on his butt.
"Look kid we all are tired but at least try to make it to the couch I ain't carrying you." Same teased.
"Peter are you alright," Wanda said with a concerned face rushing towards him.
"Just tired... crazy migraine, feels like a spider sense but not ...it's the worst I've had." Peter looked at the concerned faces towards him, while he found support from your hand "Probably just tired." he chuckled.
"Well Phò it is, maybe next time Sam." You shook the phone and gave it to Scott to take the orders because he knew the team lie the back of his hand.
"Peter do you require help to get on the couch." You brought Peter back up as he tried to make his way onto the kitchen island.
"I'm fine just need water and a good meal. Imma lay by here." He groaned and slipped onto the table face on the surface.
You went to the sink to pour him a glass of water. Placed it on the counter making sure he drank every drop.
You grabbed a popcorn pack from a top shelf and brought it to the microwave as you set the time. You looked back at Peter who was getting a second refill.
You crossed your arms as you leaned back on the wall waiting for the timer on the microwave to go off. You closed you eyes resting your head as you looked up the ceiling.
"Teya what movie...Not silence of the lambs"
"Action or Comedy, Sam I don't mind..." You sighed not opening your eyes taking some shut eye before the alarm in the warehouse blares for the next emergency.
"Cassie said Gnomeo and Juliet was nice," Scott said looking through his phone.
"Bucky is scared of the Frog." You chuckled.
"In my Defense doll I only said it to make my move on you." he smirked kissing your cheek.
"Now thats a new level of low and pathetic." Sam groaned in disgust. You try reach for an aspirin on the top shelf but Bucky beat you to it.
"Here." he passed the bottle to you.
"I lift cars, I think can lift a shelf handle." you retorted to him
"We talked about this doll," he places both his arms on your shoulder.
"Right..." you breathed and dialouged dramatically " Why thank you, James, you're such a gentleman." flipping your hair.
"OH I call dibs on Robocop" Yelena raised her hand after laying out all the snacks.
"I'm letting the kid's pop culture spinner decide." Sam takes the remote from Scott and faces back to Peter. "Yo Pete what movie."
"Babylon," Peter replied from the kitchen island still rubbing his temple.
"As long as it's not Hamilton." You teased.
"Sams got it all memorized by now." Bucky continued.
"Not as much as you Buck, I heard him belting burn last night," Sam replied. The microwave beeped as you turned your back from the crowd and you grabbed a bowl to place the pack in.
"Heh well, you can say he's gonna be your right-hand man." you giggled at your cringe joke. "Get it." but no response was made, just silence from the crowd.
"Oh cmon that was fun-" you turn to see the reason of their response and froze "Ny......"
"Avengers I need your help."
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muddyorbsblr · 1 year
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secret notes part 1: miss invisible
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Summary: It's Tony's New Year's Eve party and Loki asks you about the tradition of New Year's Kisses.
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Warning/s: mentions of alcohol
Things to be aware of: idiots in love, angst
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"Babes, you're staring again. Actually, don't move, let me just get…" Natasha leaned over the table to put a napkin to the corner of your mouth. "There we go. Just to be sure you're not drooling. Yet."
"Fuck off, Romanoff," you grumbled, taking another large sip of the strawberry margarita in front of you. As you felt the alcohol make its way through your bloodstream, you slurred, "I wasn't even staring."
That was a lie, obviously. You'd spent the better part of Stark's year-end Ball Drop Party in a prolonged state of lamenting. Over what? Over the black-haired devastatingly attractive Asgardian who was the recipient of the sultry attentions of a Victoria's Secret Angel. 
"If you were a wooden puppet, your nose would have grown, Y/N," Wanda quipped from beside you, making you throw a table napkin her way. "Hey don't go throwing things at me just because I'm speaking in facts. I don't understand why you don't just tell him how you feel. What's the worst that could happen?" 
"How about we start with he could hate me, Wan? Not just reject me, but outright get so angry with me that he wouldn't blink an eye if I got compromised in the field? We can start there. I can't risk someone I trust to have my back when I'm behind enemy lines just because I have feelings." Your words were coming out slurred but your thoughts were still fairly articulate.
"Alright everybody, it's an hour to midnight and our live entertainment for the night has ended their final set, which means we're opening up the mic to anyone who wants to wow us with their hidden musical prowess," Tony announced as he took the stage while the band was packing up their equipment. "Stage is open for everyone. Avengers, actors, politicians. Grab the mic when the spirit moves you. And Happy New Year, you beautiful beautiful creatures." 
"I'm gonna sing," Wanda announced. "Nat come on we should go sing something."
"Like what?"
"We can figure it out on the way." Wanda started jutting her head toward the stage, throwing Nat a look, which made the Russian spy vacate her seat in the booth. "Y/N? You wanna sing with us and we can go for Spice Girls?" She held out a hand toward you, which you politely declined.
"Singing's not my thing," you deadpanned. "And I'm pretty sure that nails on a board isn't everyone's thing, either," you joked. 
"Alright. Suit yourself." Nat laid a hand on your shoulder as she acknowledged someone coming in from behind you. "Hey, Laufeyson." You felt her pat your shoulder twice before she stepped away and walked with Wanda toward the stage.
As your friends made their way to the stage, you felt a faint touch on your shoulder, making the little hairs on your neck stand up. You looked up to see Loki standing over you with a small smile on his face, seemingly amused at something. Dammit he must've seen my goosebumps. Stupid, Y/N. Just utterly stupid. You struggled to seamlessly compose yourself and return his smile.
"Would you mind for some company, darling?" 
Your heart fluttered at the name, despite knowing it was completely out of line. There was no hidden meaning, no affection, behind his calling you "darling". You knew this, and regardless your heart skipped beats, the warmth washing over your entire body.
Most likely because every part of you desperately wished that it did hold that affection you so craved from the god.
"Not at all," you answered, trying to keep your voice steady. You scooted over in the booth to allow more than enough room for him to sit without you crowding each other's personal space. "Go ahead." 
His smile brightened as he slid into the booth next to you, positioning himself so close that your legs pressed against each other. Your heart started thumping in your chest as you spied his arm draped over the cushioned seat behind you, effectively pressing his side into yours now as well. 
"I'm afraid I'm going to need some guidance on this holiday's particular tradition, dear Y/N," he said over the sound of Natasha and Wanda currently enjoying themselves belting out their rendition of Wannabe by the Spice Girls. You gave him a look to say 'go ahead' and he continued speaking. "Why are these people looking to kiss someone when midnight strikes?" 
You laughed at the question. "Did someone ask you to be their New Year's Kiss, Mischief?" 
"There were a few rather…promiscuous offers. Of kisses that they intended to lead to…" He cleared his throat. "More." You fought to mask the unwarranted pain you were feeling at the thought of these goddess-caliber beauties so shamelessly offering their bodies to him, and him taking them up on their offer. "Tell me about this…New Year's Kiss?"
You struggled to form words together, your mind still screaming at you over his proximity. So close that if you made the mistake to look into his eyes you'd drown. That if you even breathed the wrong way his scent would imprint itself into your memory and stay there for all eternity. 
"It's a…superstition," you started. You watched as he looked at some of the other partygoers with a near murderous look in his eyes and held your breath as you felt his arm move from the seat to gently wrap around you, his hand loosely closing around your arm. 
And then his mood shifted as he shifted his gaze back to you, the smile on his face returning as he said, "Go on, darling." 
"So the superstition goes that what ever it is you do in the first moments of the new year, that's what you're manifesting into the coming year for your life. Some people jump for the hope that they'll become taller, please don't do that you're tall enough already." Your words made him laugh with a big toothy grin that nearly made your heart melt on the spot. "And some people have a New Year's Kiss to…manifest a relationship into the coming year. Companionship, romance, mostly romance." 
"And who do you plan on kissing at midnight?" His words were spoken so softly, with such a tenderness, you could have sworn it was like he was trying to caress you with them. 
"Nobody," you answered him. "I don't buy into the whole manifestation thing." 
"And of the years you chose to not kiss anyone at the stroke of midnight, how many of them did you spend without companionship? Without romance?" His tone was almost teasing before it grew nearly ominous. "For I've been approached by quite a few of the male attendees of this soiree, and they've been curious to see if I could steer you their way." 
"You?" you nearly choked at the audacity of these men he talked about. "They asked you?" 
"They've been querying with many of us."
As Steve started singing a depressing tune about hurting the one you love on stage, you took a quick look around the floor, noting the borderline lusty eyes of a handful of men staring in the direction of your booth. At the sight of one of them blatantly licking his lips, you flinched, causing Loki to slightly tighten his hold on you, almost protectively. When you looked back at him, you saw the near murderous gaze once more and you wondered to yourself if it had anything to do with those lecherous stares being thrown your way.
Nah, surely it can't be, you told yourself. Must be someone else he's glaring daggers at. After all, what did he care about people wanting to lock lips with you at midnight? 
"Well they're fresh out of luck because I don't do anything in the first moments of the year. Just in case I'm wrong and there's truth to this hokum? Then doing nothing means my life would stay exactly the same. And I'm content with that." 
The last words tasted bitter as they escaped your mouth. Of course, you were content. You were surrounded by extraordinary people you were lucky to call your friends, and you aided said extraordinary people in keeping the world safe as best you can. You had found near sisters in Natasha and Wanda, and in them a family you only dreamt of having once upon a time. 
You were even lucky enough to have this weird borderline flirty friendship with Loki. And you were content with all of that. 
Did you want more out of that last one? Of course you did. But you had a firm enough grip on reality to know that it wasn't something feasible, something to plan for. It was something to hope for on every shooting star, every fallen eyelash, every dandelion, sure. It was a pipe dream. 
"So now that you know what the tradition's all about," you broke the tense silence between you, making him turn his gaze back to you. "You should probably take one of those drop dead gorgeous women up on their offer." 
"I would rather decline them," he said, his gaze unwavering.
"And why is that?" 
"They're not, how you Midgardians would say, 'my type'." You eyed him incredulously. "What is it, darling?" 
"These are some of the most beautiful people walking this planet right now, and they're--they're not your type??" You had to raise the volume of your voice once more as Sam started chaotically singing both parts of Love the Way You Lie and sounding like he was having a grand time at that.
Loki shrugged at your question. "They are beautiful, I'll agree there. But I prefer my women capable of holding conversations that go beyond telling me how they admire my physique. The kind whose eyes I can gaze into and I can see the intelligence, the passion, in them. What I look for is beyond the physical, for if we take away the carnal desire, or at least move past it, I would very much like to find that there is something left to hang on to." 
You were speechless. No words came to mind in response except, "I see." Then you took another deep, steadying breath. "So I take it you're going to do like me and opt for nothing in the first moments of the new year?" 
A small smirk played on his face. "Perhaps I am content with the state of my life as well, Y/N." He shifted in the booth so that he was facing the stage, watching in amusement as Sam once again pitched his voice so high for the chorus of the song, and then proceeding to tighten his embrace on you once more by just the slightest amount. "You chose not to partake in the open stage?" You shook your head at him. "That's a shame. You have a lovely voice, to put it into song would undoubtedly bless many ears tonight." 
You ducked your head slightly to avoid blushing at his words. "Too many eyes. I…I don't really do well performing in front of crowds," you answered, trying to sound nonplussed at his compliment. "And since we're on the topic of pretty voices…why aren't you singing?" 
Your words got him breaking out into a smile and chuckling again. "The music I've taken a liking to here on Midgard might not match the mood for such celebrations." You bit your tongue. You could say the same for yourself, considering that the only songs currently coming to mind were sappy love songs that you only ever dared dedicate to him in your dreams. 
"We just had Rogers try to put the entire party into a depression, I'm sure you couldn't make it any worse," you answered back, your quip making him throw his head back in an infectious laugh. 
"Okay that's enough of that," Tony spoke up, once again taking the stage. "It's two minutes to midnight, which means it's that time of the year we're all non-contractually obligated to listen to Auld Lang Syne. Who wants to do the honors?"
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Loki watched with a fondness in his heart as you cupped your hands over your mouth and shouted "NATASHA!!" in the direction of the stage, revealing an undeniably adorable smile once you put your hands down. The kind that made your dimple show, the very same one he itched to press his lips to every time he saw it. 
"I'll get you back for this, Y/L/N," the Russian spy said into the microphone before she started to sing the almost melancholy tune and a timer began to count down, projected on the walls and above the stage. 
This is it. This is my only chance, he thought to himself as the timer whittled down to the final 10 seconds and the attendees began to chant the time left. 
He tucked his free hand under your chin, gently turning you to look at him. Seven. 
"In case there's truth to the hokum," he said softly. Five. "To us finding companionship. Or romance." Three.
"To not being alone," you whispered back. Two.
As the people chanted "One!" and fireworks were launched into the sky, he gently, and all too briefly, pressed his lips to yours, his heart nearly soaring as he felt you kiss him back. 
Only to feel that very same heart plummet to the ground as he felt you pull away after mere moments, and whisper, "Happy New Year, Mischief." And then you turned to watch the fireworks, the vibrant colors illuminating your face in such a way that had him struggling to look away from you. 
He briefly considered finding one of the women who offered him physical companionship for the night, taking her up on the offer to, in her words, "start off the new year with a bang", but he knew that ultimately the affair would end bleakly. For in the morning he would wake, and he would still yearn for the same person. He would relentlessly pick apart his bedmate in the privacy of his own thoughts and tick off all the ways that she wasn't you. 
So he dismissed the thought, resigning himself to being simply content with your companionship. Even though he desperately wished for even the most remote possibility that he could engage in a romance with you. 
"Happy New Year, darling," he sighed.
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When you retreated to your room for the night, your heart was pounding in your chest. What the fuck was that? you thought to yourself. You couldn't wrap your head around what happened at the stroke of midnight. All those models and actresses draping themselves over him and abandoning all self-respect to kiss him at midnight, and he chose to stay in a little booth, watching the chaos unfold, with you. 
And then he proceeded to kiss you at the end of the timer, "in case there was truth to the hokum", he said. Did he simply not wish to follow through with what everyone else offered, and that was why he chose to kiss a friend instead? Was he even aware of what type effect that had on you? Did he—oh holy fuck did he know? 
Did he know that you started having feelings for him and that was done out of pity? Poor little lonely Avenger, choosing to live out her life alone, maybe if she got a kiss from a literal god, she wouldn't look so pitiful at the ball drop? Fuck, that was probably it. 
He was probably back in his room with that Victoria's Secret Angel right now. Kissing her, touching her, fucking her in ways that only in your wildest dreams would he ever do to you. With you. 
Alright, lonely one, it's a new year. Make a resolution. Right here. Right now. You're gonna get all these feelings you have for Loki out. One way or another, by the end of the year they'll be gone, and things can go back to the way they were before you started falling for him. 
And that was how it started. A pact with yourself that you would somehow expel these feelings. You needed an outlet, and you started writing down songs that you'd started to associate with the raven-haired god. 
Then you snuck into the Operations stock room and procured one of their mics on standby, brought it into your closet, plugged it into your laptop, and pressed Record. 
And thus The Lonely Avenger on YouTube was born. With her first upload: Miss Invisible. 
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A/N: And so it begins! Welcome to the new series, hope you're all as excited to read it as I am to write it and sing for it, and for those who requested to be part of the tags before the first chapter was even out? I hope the wait was worth it.
Taglist:
Everything: @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @imalovernotahater @mygfloki @lucylaufeyson3 @thomase1 @springdandelixn @fictive-sl0th @mochie85 @laliceee @xorpsbane @gigglingtigger @silverfire475 @cabingrlandrandomcrap @vickie5446 @salempoe @lokixryss @sinsandguilt @lokidbadguy @alexakeyloveloki @glitterylokislut @arch-venus25 @freefrommars @littlemortals @cakesandtom @girl-of-multi-fandoms @mischief2sarawr @thedistractedagglomeration @five-miles-over @goblingirlsarah @peaches1958 @huntress-artemiss @lilibet261 @iobsessoverfictionalmen @holymultiplefandomsbatman @lovingchoices14 @avoliax @devilsadvocactus @purplegrrl27 @lokiprompts @sititran @imherefortomhiddleston
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avelera · 5 months
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So I never really commented on the "Loki" show on here very much, even though I watched it, for a few reasons.
I found the first season visually beautiful but spiritually hollow and ultimately uninteresting. My connection to Loki was through his story as an Asgardian, his relationship with Thor and Odin and the others. I was prepared for the possibility that the show would focus elsewhere, by necessity, but I was always facing a similar uphill battle to liking it as I did the Winter Soldier show: the relationships I wanted to see more of (Steve/Bucky, Thor & Loki) weren't going to be there in favor of new side characters and my heart just wasn't really in it. But I gave it a chance.
The bigger issue was this: I fucking hate magical policing agencies as a plot point. Corporate organizations tasked to control time, or magic, or stop normal people from learning about magic, blah blah blah, I hate them. I find them immensely boring. Part of it is because I tried to write one once for NaNo in college! I understand the appeal! But they are just deeply, deeply boring to me as a concept. They are overplayed and tired and dull. Loki's TVA would have to have been something truly exceptional to win me over and then it was the whole point of the show and it wasn't exceptional, just the trope played straight and I just... wilted with disinterest.
I also hate mid-20th century aesthetics. Truly despise them. I hate the orange decor and the brown suits and the atomic era gigantic room-sized computers. It's kitchys and awful and I loathe it with my entire being. It repels me. So when the TVA had that aesthetic and the TVA was core to a story about a Norse god, you can perhaps begin to see the problem.
I loved Sylvie's actress. I loved the idea of Sylvie. I loathed the Sylvie plotline. Why don't we know more about what her life was like as a Loki? Did she have a relationship to the Asgardians ever? Why aren't Loki and Sylvie being constantly teased for being narcissists at best and incestuous at worst if they show any interest in each other? I loathed that romance, I found it gross and hollow and uninteresting and cheap. I was so glad when S2 seemed to drop interest in it.
Look, at a certain point, I just accepted that I'm not the target audience. It wasn't the Loki show I was hoping for, something more akin to Journey into Mystery for example. It barely acknowledged Loki's mythological roots, his actual magical abilities which on numerous occasions would have far outclassed the threats they faced with weird TVA technology, and just... look, it wasn't for me, a mythology buff. I just didn't like it or what it was going for.
This isn't to say it was bad! Just that it was absolutely stacked against my personal tastes in its aesthetic and story choices about 3/4 of the time.
But I did watch the whole thing. And I loved the visuals of the ending sequence in S2.
I hope this means if Loki returns, the door is open for a more magical, mythologically informed Loki. I hope he returns! I hope that just being on his magical time throne doesn't mean he's stuck there but that either his variants, or his ghost, or him puppeting his own variants or whatever can continue to interact with the timeline. I think it's such a magical mystical set up that it's very likely to be possible. it's magic! They can do anything!
But for the love of all the Norse gods, if I never see that hideous cliche TVA again it will be too soon. Sorry, Mobius, you were fun and charming and I loved seeing what the Lokius shippers cooked up, but I hate your work place so much it made me want to claw my own eyes out.
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lokiprompts · 1 year
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Appropriate - Chp 2
"Day Dreams"
Summary: Loki x Female reader; Loki is banished to Midgard and he has to live an average life as penance...and you, a social worker, is there to help him along the way. Rom Com vibes. Pinning; emotional edging until we can't take it anymore.
Words. 2.5k (this story is coming easyyyyy). Other chapter on my tag list.
Warnings: Injury, some violence, angst, smut-ish.
Song to listen to while reading: Separate Vacations
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The first day in the Tower was rough for Loki. The whiplash from the sweet conversation with you, to being mercilessly pinned down by several shield agents. On any other day, Loki would be able to dominate the situation and take on all these agents without breaking a sweat, but with these bangles? The god found himself grunting into the plush carpet that scraped his cheek and struggling under their weight. But the burning? The burning was the worst.
            The consequences that Tony mentioned when placing the magic dampeners quickly became apparent. As soon as the spoon that spun in the microwave started to spark, and eventually caused a fire in the appliance, the dampeners took on a life of their own. Electric currents coursed through the bangles and right into his wrists, shocking his skin and instantly making it burn. The pain was instantaneous, making him crumple to the ground and writhe in agony. Loki tried to break the bangles in a panicked attempt to stop the onslaught of pain, but it only made the shocks stronger.
            Then, to make matters worse, Shield Agents were barging in his door within minutes of the ‘microwave incident’. They were shouting and making accusations that he was trying to burn the building down. And to add insult to injury, Tony and Thor followed shortly after the agents, suddenly making the tiny apartment overcrowded. Loki later discovered that the bangles notify both of them if there are any attempts to cause havoc or escape the building. Them being there, THAT was the worst part, Loki decided.
            “Brother, didn’t Lady Y/N teach you not to put metal in the tiny oven?” Thor stood in front of the blackened appliance; his head tilted to the side in confusion. Of course, you had helped Thor too, Loki thought, the oaf.
            “How do we know that he wasn’t trying to burn the place down?” Tony questioned. As soon as he walked in, he automatically assumed Loki was up to no good. Thor, on the other hand, was trying to convey that it was an honest mistake.
            “You’re telling me that this man, this god, who tried to take over our planet, couldn’t work a microwave to the point where it exploded?” Tony looked over to Loki who now sat on the carpet, rubbing his wrists that were raw, red, and burning.
Peeking over his blue tinted glasses, Tony continued his taunt, “How did you almost beat us, like really?”
            Loki groaned, yet thankful that Thor’s vouching for him in the vast differences between Midgardian and Asgardian technology was enough to convince the billionaire. Is it possible for a god to die from embarrassment? The two avengers offered to take him to the Med Bay to treat the wounds on his wrist, but Loki was adamant about not going. He will heal, slower now due to the dampeners, but he will heal, and he didn’t want anyone else to see his pain. This event was shameful enough as it is.
            After Tony left, the god of thunder lingered to try and soothe his brother. Thor gave his younger brother a sympathetic pat in his shoulder, “You must be more careful, brother. You can’t do anything that would make them think you are up to mischief, or you will end up back in Asgardian prison.”
            “Good!” Loki bellowed, throwing his hands up in the air, “Send me back! That cell is better than being here, treated like a peasant, treated like an ANIMAL!” The last few words filled with so much venom, it made Thor flinch.
            “If things continue like this, I can have a discussion with father about your return to Asgard.” Loki expression conveyed pure distain at the mention of his ‘father’ but was placated at the mention of going home. Maybe if he did cause enough havoc, he could go home, “but I want you to try, brother. I really think you could make a home here and be happy.”
            Loki only hummed in response before Thor left him alone yet again in the apartment. Time dragged on as it always did when one only had their mind to keep them occupied. His wrists burned and he thought about taking a cold shower to help with the pain. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower and it immediately sputtered, spraying all over the place and wetting the prince who stood just outside of the shower. No matter which way he turned the handles, the water was scalding hot. Loki growled, convinced this was definitely done on purpose.
            A knock on the door took Loki away from the shower, quickly turning it off. A part of him hoped it was you, and when he opened the door and saw a delivery man he frowned. The delivery boy had a bunch of bags on his arms and around his feet. Loki quirked an eyebrow at the boy who was shaking like a leaf in front of the towering god.
            “Her-here is your de-delivery Mister-Mister Laufeyson.” The boy then abruptly dropped the rest of the bags on the floor and took off down the hallway, anything to escape the intense stare of the god of mischief. Loki sighed, and brought all the bags in, wincing as the weight of the bags made his burnt wrists bump against the bangles. This was new. The feeling of weakness from carrying simple bags. His frown deepened.
            The prince went through his very first batch of groceries and inspected each item. It was an array of canned foods and frozen foods, as you had said, along with various toiletry items. Loki was quick to learn from his mistakes and read the back of each of the items. His dark brows were furrowed in concentration, as if this frozen meal was an ancient Asgardian text.
            “Hungry Man….satisfy your cravings,” He scoffed, flipping the box over and looking at the image of questionable meatloaf, “Hardly.”
Still, he read the instructions on the back, “Peel the film off…place in microwave…” Loki’s eyes shot up to the charred appliance that served as an embarrassing reminder of his folly,“Oh. Well, that won’t work.” He continued reading and saw instructions for the ‘conventional oven’. There was a little picture of an oven next to it, and his eyes bounced back to the oven that still, somehow, remained unburnt from the microwave explosion.
For a while, his eyes flitted between the two appliances, debating if he should give it a go. Burnt microwave. Unmarked oven. Burnt microwave. Unmarked oven.
With a sigh, he put the frozen box down on the counter, “Y/N will teach me anyways.” He found himself smiling at thoughts of you. You were the one good thing about this dreadful planet and soon he was daydreaming about your planned shopping trip tomorrow. Would your soft hands caress his arms as he adorns himself in your Midgardian fabrics? He remembered your brief look at his legs, and surely, he would do a little twirl for you in some tight, Midgardian pants, to give you a generous look at his thighs. Loki bit his lip at the thought of you lewdly staring at him.
“Of course, she would,” he smirked to himself. As he was putting away the rest of the groceries, he mocked his bored mind. It kept on picturing you there with him, living this domestic life. He imagined you putting away the groceries with him and smiling at the thought of helping you with the higher cupboards that would be out of your reach.
Taking a can of sliced carrots, he pulled the tab and sat down with it on his beige chair. His gaze automatically went to the empty seat across from him, the one that you had sat in during your meeting. It was easy to picture you there. An illusion would be better, he thought, deflating a bit at the unintentional reminder of his loss of magic. He easily dug into the cold carrots, grimacing at the outrageous amount of sodium that laced the orange vegetable. As he ate, he flipped through the furniture catalog you gave him.
“What do you think of this seating, Darling? It’s quite charming for being Midgardian, don’t you think?” He said to your empty chair, his sweet smile he would flash you faltering.
“Midgard has driven me to madness,” Loki cursed under his breath, but he still dog eared the page after realizing he didn’t have anything to write with. Making his way through the catalog, he eventually landed on the beds. Without hesitation he bent the corner of the page of king size beds.
A devilish grin spread on his face, “Would you call me your king, Darling?” Images started to flood his mind. You, spread on his bed, just covered in a sheet in a tangle of limbs as you cuddled with him.
“I don’t cuddle!” Loki tossed the book back on his tiny coffee table in frustration at himself, but the thoughts kept coming and he easily relented to the sweet daydreams. Surely you would be warm, a comforting embrace against his normally cold skin. He recalled you smelling good when his nose brushed against your hair. It was a sweet smell, a floral aroma he couldn’t quite place. Likely a Midgardian flower, he decided. The tip of his finger brushed against his lower lip absentmindedly, imagining the soft caress of your lips against his. Kisses would travel down from your lips to your jawline to your collar bone, and down the valley of your breasts. You would arch into his mouth and tangle your fingers in his hair. Would you pull it? He hoped you would. He adjusted himself in his leathers, the fabric suddenly becoming tight.
Loki’s mind is no stranger to fantasy. Erotic thoughts were a constant staple, and it was no surprise that he was thinking of you in this way. Even though you were a mortal, you were undeniably gorgeous. The curves of your body were delicious and practically begging for his tongue to caress them. But what did surprise him is when his lusty thoughts turned…romantic.
            You would also caress him. Those petite fingers of yours would card themselves through his black tresses, making him purr and melt. Featherlight kisses would brush against his forehead, and he would hear your sweet voice, humming a soothing lullaby.
            The nightmares would be gone.
            Your arms would have healing powers. Nightmares have plagued Loki for years, ever since his fall from the Bifrost and even more so since his time with Thanos. His brother and the Avenger’s knew of the mind control he was under during the Battle of New York. It was the only reason why they even entertained the thought of him being within the tower. But they did not know the level of torture he endured. No, that fact Loki kept close to his heart.
            Would he tell you about it?
            Somehow while lost in his reverie, he made it to his bed. He grimaced as he crawled into the bed that laid on the floor, the greasy blanket feeling disgusting against his royal skin. Loki continued to look at the catalog while in bed since it was the only reading material he had. He flipped through the pages again until he reached the blankets and comforters, marking the page with the most expensive fabrics and highest thread counts.
            You deserve the best, he mused. Someone who cares for others so deeply, so selflessly deserves the highest regard and the utmost care. If he was in Asgard, you would want for nothing. The finest fashions would adorn your skin, all in his colors, of course. He would take you to one of their celebrations – feasts filled with food, drink, and dancing. Loki had no doubt that others would try to win your attention, the pretty thing you are, but no, you would only have eyes for him. A soft smile graced the prince’s lips at the thought.
            He would lead to the center of the room, and he would insist on teaching you a formal Asgardian dance.
            “No, no, I don’t know the steps.” He whispered to himself, his normally deep voice slightly higher and impersonating you. But he would drag you onto the dancefloor with a wide grin, and your smile would be just as big as you lost yourselves in each other. Your body would be pressed to his and your warm breath would fan his ear with sweet nothings.
            ‘I love you, Loki….’
            Loki shot up in his bed. His large hands swiped his face like he could rid himself of those thoughts.
            “Too far.”
            Loki laid back down and closed his eyes, the catalog lying next to him and forgotten. For once, sleep did come easy to him, and the nightmares did not come either. Instead, he dreamt of you. A domestic life with you filled with ease, laughter, and love. In his sleep, he smiled and allowed himself to dream, to hope.
            Knocking woke him up from his deep slumber. He sat up, yawned, and stretched, not remembering when he slept so long and so well last. For a second, he considered the bed being the reason why he woke up so well rested, but then he felt the gritty comforter brush against his arm. Loki practically threw the greasy comforter off his body and stood up from the bed. Norns, no!
            The knocking continued and he adjusted his leathers that shifted slightly in his sleep as he walked to his front door. Being forced to sleep in that atrocious bed was enough. There was no way he would adorn himself in a sweat suit. That’s taking things too far. Way too far.
            He opened the door, and his eyes went wide at the sight of you. Loki’s hands flew to his hair to smooth it down to something that would be somewhat presentable. The curls on his head always became especially wild at night and even more so since he has been denied his silk sheets. Sheepishness flushed his pale, sleepy face in light pink hues. So, the desire to be liked by you hasn’t faded after all.
            “Good morning, Loki!” You chirped, your sweet voice caressing his ears much like his day dream, “Are you ready to go shopping?”
            In that very moment, one fact became undeniable to Loki. A fact that, surprisingly, did not horrify him, but instead brought on a new and welcoming warmth in his chest
            Loki had fallen for you, and he had fallen hard.
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mischief2sarawr · 11 months
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Reading List April 2023 📖
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Welcome back my rays of sunshine! ☀️
Lovelies, I have to thank all of you again! A few days ago we honestly reached 🥳 300 followers 🥳
Really, thank you so much for that, it makes me incredibly happy and I gotta smile everytime I check Tumblr because it's still crazy to me that people are interested in these lists even after months 🥰 I don't know, it's just nice to feel there are so many likeminded mutuals out there all the time. I hope you're all doing great, lots of hugs to each and every one of you awesome people! 🫶
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✨Series | Collections | Multiple Parts✨
Hostile F*cks Collection (almost completed) | @lokisgoodgirl
Only the epilogue will be left for us now, after we finally got to enjoy our mischievous god without all the hostility, now that all the feels are on the table. But before we say goodbye to this collection we're rewarded with the return of our favorite outfit Loki claimed us in 🔥
Don't fear the Reaper (ongoing) | @ijuststareatstuffhereok89
S.H.I.E.L.D. tracks you down to have you locked away after you accidentally kill someone with a single touch, thanks to this dangerous ability of yours. Considered a Level One Threat, Loki strikes a deal to take you to New Asgard to mentor you in magic and other stuff for a year.
Isn't bite also touch? (ongoing) | @homesickloki
When Loki is captured by the Avengers a bubbly female demon shows up, freeing him and going on the run with the suspicious and grumpy god - who can't seem to shake her off but slowly doesn't even want to anymore. Our two unwilling lovebirds still remaining at the tower with the avengers are continuing to be at each other throats - in every sense of the way. Things get even weirder when an angel enters the scene and makes himself right at home too!
@thatfreakycouple (ongoing) | @wheredafandomat
Eh, if you don't think a drabble collection about our OnlyFans with Loki and what we get up to there when the world doesn't need us as superheros right now isn't a genious idea, I really can't help you. Be ready to DRIP. 💦
Hired Gun (ongoing) | @wheredafandomat
Two people from different backgrounds that are despite that drawn to each other - Starks Daughter and her bodyguard Loki are always at each others throats. And can't keep their hands to themselves either. Smut, angst, thrill and two idiots. ❤️‍🔥
Relinquish the Crown (ongoing) | @muddyorbsblr
This woman is literally in the process of creating a neverending story here 😆 And thank god for that. This time we (regretfully) get to know prince Damien or rather the worst being in the realms and now Lokis rival (but not really :D) since he's on Asgard with the intention of marrying us - after years prior already going through all the woman in the palace. Obviously we don't believe him for a second. Just like the other version of ourself in our mind can't believe she has to watch us being blind to Lokis feelings and not being able to to anything about it 😰
Artifacts & Asgardians (completed) | @mareebird
Last month I was still reading the first work of this series "The Relic", by now I've binged everything there is at this point and fell so hard for the story. The writing of the characters is amazing, I felt every emotion so much myself and I still can't comprehend how it's possible to write so touching and thoughtful. I'm dying for more in the future! ❤️‍🩹
Realmwalker (ongoing) | @lokikissesmyforehead
We're really getting to the showdown here! And maybe the most heartbreaking and touching moment when one of Lokis younger versions selflessly takes unforeseen action. 🥺 Yes, I cried.
Therapy fit for a God (ongoing) | @villainousshakespeare
I adored the last chapter we get, Caroline is really giving Odin shit about his terrible behaviour and even Thor realizes the failings of his father. This is what we all needed and you know it. Meanwhile, Loki is being treated by his mother and Eir to hopefully gain his memory back - it seems like he actually got more memories unlocked than expected after Eir takes charge! 😳
Brut Gold (ongoing) | @mochie85
My lovely bestie is giving us a great new series here in which we follow the story of two couples - Loki & Lia aaaand Bucky and Rosaline. On Rosalines bachelorette party the girls manage to end up in the new club in town belonging to the ex of the bride to be, who's also the rival of her fiancé. And coincidentally brother of the one man Lia can't keep her hands off all night. 💥
To Have and to Hold (ongoing) | @mochie85
Loki is being held in his cell on Asgard again, which Violet obviously can't accept just like that after unintentionally causing it - convincing the god of thunder to take her there to get him back seemed like an obvious idea but everything turns rather complicated when her unborn children decide it's time to be born 🙏
Mirage in the Mirror (ongoing) | @fictive-sl0th
Obviously a life in the world of the mafia isn't exactly peaceful, even if that is what Cassia really wants. It doesn't get easier with the involvement of an infuriating Mob! Loki - especially when her father doesn't mention she's supposed to become his wife.
Food of the Gods I & Part 2 (ongoing) | @lovelysizzlingbluebird
While trying to get through another exhausting and loud feast, Lokis attention is drawn to something a lot more sinful and delicious than food to feast on.. Jesus just thinking of this one again is making me squirm. 🥵
Revenge is complicated (ongoing) | @tricksterlokilaufeyson
Even superheros can't escape emotional drama, especially when relationships break apart in a bad way. If everything's already turned to shit, teaming up with your rival to take revenge couldn't possibly make things even more messy - right?
Loki the Fairy Prince (ongoing) | @littlespaceyelf
We took a new job for which we moved to a small, isolated and picturesque village with our own cute cottage - which seemingly comes with the attention of the mysterious fairy king who wants to make us his in every way ✨
The Cottage on the Hill (ongoing) | @fermentedfanfics
Okay I literally only now realized that I read to fairy/fae king stories this month while putting this list together 😆 In this one we live outside of our village close to the fae border - so it's not that much of a surprise when we one day accidentally invite the fae king to our home ... 👀
A God can hold his Liquor (ongoing) | @lokischambermaid
It is my biggest shame that I somehow lost track of this fic last year. Luckily it popped up on my dashboard again and the first few sentences of the newest chapter made me stop like "How the hell did we get here." :D So now I'm rereading this from the beginning and loving our sweet and desperate Loki ❤️‍🔥
Burnt (ongoing) | @theaudacitytowrite
We almost reached the end! Thanks to Loki we are finally able to control the powers we gained on our botched mission, our reserach got the attention it deserved and our favorite god seems to gather all his confidence to make a move.. 👀
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✨ONESHOTS | DRABBLES✨
@lokisgoodgirl
Don't be shy
Delayed Gratification (Companion to Don't be shy)
The Urge
@wheredafandomat
Bookshop Girl
Indulge me
@infinitystoner
Don't give in
@muddyorbsblr
The right partner
Why him?
@isawthisangel
Drunk Loki Headcanon
@ijuststareatstuffhereok89
The Date
Dangerous Curves
Coffee, black
@sarahscribbles (You're on fire this month :D)
Atonement
"You'll take what I give you"
Loki Comfort on a bad day
The black suit
Interrupted
Holding him
For all to see
@fictive-sl0th
High
@tripleyeeet
Enraptured
@homesickloki
Darling.
My Heart
@lady-rose-moon
Lil' angst drabble
@sserpente
Imagine being hired to assassinate President Loki (...)
@writtenfangirl
Miracles
Mirrorball
@softforloki
Quiet Kisses
@angelltheninth
Reliable Information
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As a little treat, check out the Big Beasts Horny Bitches Cut where the lovely @muddyorbsblr trimmed each episode down to the most suggestive phrases by its sexually apocalyptic narrator T.H. 😏
Bestie is really doing gods work here. 💚
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gloriousburden · 30 days
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in this post… i am going to speak on the discriminatory/ignorant joke that was made in thor ragnarok. before i do so, i would like to clarify a few things:
i am a part of the group being mocked. i am roma, or a gypsy as most are more familiar with that term. some do find the term “gypsy” offensive in certain contexts/altogether, but i personally reclaim it and don’t mind being called it. (unless it is used in a derogatory sense, of course.)
another term my people are more known by is “romani” but i personally don’t really use that term. roma = romani/gypsy. but of course there is nothing wrong with using romani!!
since i am quite vocal on here about my dislike of thor ragnarok, i feel it’s important that i state that i am not using this discriminatory/ignorant joke to prove any sort of point other than this is not right. do not weaponize discrimination towards any group. (even ones that you are a part of.) this is real life discrimination that affects real people, and those who face discrimination deserve better than merely being used to prove points on the internet. it’s not fair to the group being affected at all.
here is the scene/dialogue in question:
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the context is bruce (who is dressed in tony’s clothing) mocking thor for wearing a towel/blanket (i really can’t tell which it’s supposed to be sorry everyone 😭😭😭😭) over his head as a disguise by calling him a gypsy. the joke is that the towel/blanket is supposed to resemble the headscarves that are a part of our traditional clothing.
why is this offensive?
this is offensive because headscarves are a part of our culture and have a significant meaning. similarly to a lot of other cultures, a woman will wear one to signify that she is married. (but it is also worn in other contexts as well. specifically to display our culture/traditions.) it is also offensive to other groups who wear headscarves. mocking cultural/traditional clothing is not okay in any circumstances. it makes those who wear them feel alienated, it makes them the laughingstock, and it also encourages discrimination/ignorance towards those groups.
it is specifically ignorant and wrong, considering that my people (as well as many other groups) have been targeted in hate crimes and mocked due to our cultural garb, as well as our appearances in general. countries have actually banned the use of our traditional clothing in order to get us to forcefully assimilate throughout history.
it also… makes no sense canonically and was deeply unnecessary. that’s what is the most upsetting to me. asgardians (thor specifically) don't even know what coffee is (diner scene in thor 1) but they would know what my people are and how to make fun of them? many real life people don’t even know who we are outside of ignorant stereotypes. why would someone from space (who doesn’t have much knowledge on humans) know of us enough to make fun of us?
(but thor is not shown laughing at/encouraging the joke, it is only bruce thinking it’s hilarious...)
my point is… thor wouldn’t even get the joke. they just went OUT OF THEIR WAY to make bruce make a discriminatory/ignorant joke towards a group that thor wouldn't even know about nor even understand the stereotypes we’re mocked for. it is just so ignorant and unnecessary...
although it is obviously not the worst thing that could be said about us and many would think i’m overreacting, i SPECIFICALLY find this offensive because mark ruffalo has been discriminatory to roma before and has been called out for it prior to thor ragnarok in 2015. he apologized for it, but clearly did not change as a person as thor ragnarok came out in 2017. this isn’t just an ignorant joke, this is mark ruffalo continuously being racist even after he has previously apologized/been called out for it.
why make such an unnecessary joke that literally makes no sense canonically??? asgardians don’t have much knowledge on humans/human culture. this was just both marvel and mark ruffalo going out of their way to mock us.
i was in genuine shock when i watched thor ragnarok for the first time and saw the scene. it’s a little hurtful to see characters from your favorite movies mocking your people… ESPECIALLY WHEN IT IS SO FUCKING UNNECESSARY!!!
once again, of course this is not the worst, most offensive thing i’ve heard and is only surface level. but i’m not going to downplay it and act like it’s okay. this one case stands out to me in particular because like i said, mark ruffalo has previously been called out for being anti roma.
i am not using this to “cancel” anyone, but i personally do not support mark ruffalo at all. if he is not racist, he is at the least very, very ignorant. i don’t know who was responsible for this exactly so i do not want to put the blame on anyone for no reason, but… i would say taika waititi is at least a little responsible for this considering it is his movie, and i would believe he has to approve of each scene/line of dialogue. this is one of the reasons i do not support him either.
unfortunately, this isn’t even the end of the mcu’s anti roma discrimination. maybe i will elaborate on it one day, but i know a lot of people already have on here. (specifically about the erasure of wanda/pietro being roma as well as jewish.)
i am more than willing to explain further to anyone who has questions/would like to understand more!! i am proud of being roma, but i often do not tell others out of a fear of discrimination. i have been discriminated against before as well as told i’m overreacting in the past when i’ve called out anti roma discrimination, so it took a lot to make this post. but it’s very important to share awareness, and that’s exactly what motivated me to make this post. if you disagree with this… all that i ask is to please be respectful about it.
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mistress-ofmagic · 1 year
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Around the Realms in 80 days- Chapter 18
Pairing: Reader x Loki
Story summary: You have fallen through a portal during the convergence into Asgard and come face to face with Thor, and his brother Loki. With no way to return, you must travel with the two men and their hoard of asgardian soldiers to get back home. Things get from bad to worse when you have to share a tent with the god of mischief himself.
Notes: Oh hi there! Welcome to another chapter (this Is pretty good timing for me, two chapters in a month? Who says I don't feed you! This was a fun chapter to write, I did a lil bit of breaking the 4th wall here lol! I know a lot of you hated Latte to begin with because she was a lil nervy and didn’t always stick up for herself (Im only going off on what I would be like guys lmao some of us are very soft and not at all brave or heroic) and I know she’s a bit of a reluctant hero or an anti-hero, she'd much rather be chilling somewhere with her coffee than faced with this shit! 
Anyway, enjoy!
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Jesus Christ…” You muttered under your breath as you stormed off, leaving Stark Towers behind you. 
“Uh…Latte?” 
You span round to face Oliver, who was having to do a fast pace walk to catch up with you.
“What?” You asked rather sharper than you intended. 
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, that’s so embarrassing. It’s been…”
“Stressful morning?” Oliver grinned good-naturedly.
You sighed. “Kind of.” 
“I can’t imagine. Where do you want to go?” 
“Honestly I don’t know the city at all.” You forced a smile, trying to forget L-O-K-I and enjoy the rest of your day. 
“Where would you recommend?” 
Oliver smiled again. He was a smiley person, you noticed. Unlike he-who-shall-not-be-named who usually looked unimpressed at best, especially when you were around. He looked cute again today; it felt strange seeing him without his lab coat on, as if he was missing something somehow. He was wearing jeans and a graphic tee-shirt, his brown hair tousled again as if he constantly runs his hands through it, and his hazel eyes seemed to light up when he smiled. His face was open and sincere, again unlike Loki who was closed and harsh. Maybe there was something to be said of their life experiences though; while you didn’t know much about Oliver and his life, you doubted he had ever tried to take over an entire planet and been defeated and imprisoned. 
Still…suppose you can never be too careful. Enough tinder dates had taught you that.
You realised you had been staring at him and hadn’t listened at all to his response. 
“Sorry, what did you say?” You asked sheepishly. 
He laughed, “I suggested we could go to the museum of modern art? Or if you would prefer to just see some sights we could go to times square…?”
“Museum sounds good. Sorry, I’m a little distracted.” 
He chucked as you started heading off in the direction of the museum together. The day continued to be pleasant enough and you actually began to enjoy your stroll despite the way the morning had gone. 
Oliver broke the cordial silence.
“So then, I guess the number one question…how did you get landed with the task of being Loki’s…companion?” 
“Companion?” You screwed your face up. 
Oliver laughed, “well, whatever you’d call your relationship.”
“I try not to call it anything.” You muttered under your breath.
You begin to explain the situation to Oliver, and the rollercoaster that was yours and Loki’s so called “relationship”. 
Oliver gave a low whistle after you finally finished regaling him with your sorry tale of woe.
“Man…that’s heavy.” 
“Horrible isn’t it.” You sighed glumly. 
“I can’t believe you got kidnapped!”
“Kidnapped, bullied by trolls, meeting Loki, it’s been the worst of times.” 
He laughed and you scowled at him.
“It’s not funny, my life is a Shakespearen tragedy.”
“No no, of course not, I’m sorry. Is meeting Loki really as bad as being attacked by trolls?”
“Far, far worse.”
For some reason, Oliver seemed to think you were joking and laughed. 
 But…you do seem to find yourself in some scrapes don’t you.”
“Scrapes find me, I am merely a passive entity to which disaster finds.”
“I find that a little difficult to believe, given that by the sounds of it you basically begged to stay here.” Olivers eyes twinkled with good-hearted mirth. 
“That’s…that’s beside the point.” 
“Of course, of course. You know…I’m not so sure though.” 
“About what?”
“If I didn’t know any better, and despite all your complaining, I’d say you rather enjoy traveling around with Loki.”
You spluttered, “What? What are you trying to say?” 
“Loki this, Loki that. I’m just saying, for someone who hates him so, you do enjoy talking about him.”
You stared at him, horrified. An awful though suddenly appeared…over the past few weeks had you managed to pass the Bechdel test? 
“That’s not…” The words got stuck in your throat. 
Maybe Oliver could tell how nauseated you were because he said gently,
“I’m joking Latte. It sounds like you’ve been through hell and back. You’ve been so brave I’m not sure many people could do what you have done.” 
You blushed and stuttered for a different reason.
“I’m sure that’s not true. Besides I didn’t really have a choice. Sink or swim I guess. I was pretty cowardly to begin with, I let Loki scare the shit out of me. I’m not…a brave person, I’m not particularly tough.” 
“I would disagree, the story you just told me would suggest otherwise. Jesus knows I couldn’t have done half the things you did, I would have laid in the corner and cried.”
You snorted.
“Arguably, that’s pretty much what I’ve been doing.”
“You’re the hero, you have to go through some sort of journey.” Oliver winked at you. 
“Oh please, I’m definitely the anti-hero, the people at home watching the inevitable film of my life will be screaming at the tv I’m sure.” 
“Well, anti-hero or not, I’d watch that movie.”
You really wanted to make a snide comment about that making Loki the villain in this particular story, but you kept your mouth shut given that Oliver seemed to think you were infatuated with the Asgardian God. Definitely not true, by the way. 
“Sure, ‘my life as the worlds worst avenger’ coming to cinemas soon.”
“I think I’d prefer ‘How to train your fire demon.’” Oliver joined in. 
“Or, ‘Asgardian Psycho.”  You snorted, thinking back to Loki.
“What about ‘An Earthling in Asgard?”
You grinned, “it’s good, but a little on the nose, plus I’m not just in Asgard anymore, I’m quite the realm traveler.” 
“Fine then, how about ‘Around the Realms in 80 days.” 
You laughed, “That’s not bad, you never know with the rate things are going I might end up doing just that.”
“How are you feeling about your upcoming trip?” 
You sighed, a little wave of anxiety settling into your stomach. 
“Pretty nervous. I’m not sure who I think I’m kidding being here in the first place, and now apparently I’m traveling to a dangerous realm of fire and brimstone, where I’ll probably get myself killed no doubt.” You paused,
“Sorry, I don’t mean to offload! It can’t be much worse than the current state of things anyway.” 
“Please, don’t feel bad!” 
“Maybe some modern art will cheer me up. Hey, actually, how did you find out my stupid nickname?” You asked, realising he had been calling you your misnomer. 
Oliver laughed sheepishly,  
“Well, I heard Thor call you that when he was talking to Stark yesterday.”
“Oh god, what did he say?”
“Only good things!” Oliver hurried to reassure you. “Just discussing your amazing performance with the demon in the cell.” 
“Hm, I don’t believe you but for the sake of my self-esteem I won’t press further.”
After a short walk, you made it to the museum and followed Oliver inside. You insisted on paying for your own ticket, of course. 
You had just about settled into an enjoyable afternoon, wandering around the exhibits when your phone starting beeping. You ignored it at first and then your phone started ringing. 
You stared at it and blinked twice as Loki’s named popped up on your phone. It had also been him texting you apparently. The message flashed on your screen.
                   Loki: There’s an emergency 
“Is everything okay? You look ill.” Oliver asked. 
“This can’t be good.” You sighed. “Let me take this.” 
You walked over to the entrance of the exhibit as to not disturb everyone there. 
“Loki?”
“Hello little mortal, enjoying yourself on your, what do the young midgardians call it, A date?” Loki spoke lazily.
“Its not a date!” You hissed loudly into the phone, raising some eyebrows around you.
“It’s not a date.” You repeated again quietly as you turned your back. 
“I think the lady doth protest too much.”
“Seriously what is wrong with you?”
“Not much, what’s up with you?” 
You could basically feel Loki’s irritating grin through the phone.
“God you give me whiplash. What do you want Loki I’m busy.”
“Not too busy to pick up the phone I see.” You could hear a smug tone to his voice.
“I only picked it up because you said it was an emergency.” 
“What emergency could I possibly need your help with.”
“Okay, goodbye Loki.” 
“Wait, actually there is an emergency.”  
You sighed and rubbed your forehead. Man, this god was going to turn you grey. 
“What?” You snapped. You were in no doubt there was no emergency and Loki was ringing you to just mess with you. 
There was a pause on the phone. You considered hanging up before he finally continued, 
“Stark has arranged for a movie night tonight and we all have to attend.” In his defence Loki sounded very glum, as if something horrible had truly happened. 
“That’s not an emergency Loki. Now excuse me while I go back to my not date.”
“Where are you?” He asked.
Your eyes narrowed suspiciously, and you looked around you, scared incase he popped up from behind a statue or something. 
“Were in the museum of modern art. Why?” 
“No need to sound so distrustful.” Loki sounded amused, “I had no idea you were such a connoisseur of fine art, you never struck me as the type.” 
You bristled at his insinuation that you were not sophisticated enough to enjoy art. 
“I actually love going to museums. Just because I don’t walk around acting like I’m the dogs bollocks doesn’t mean I’m not cultured.” 
“Do you have to use such crass language when we speak?”
“Do we have to speak at all?” You retorted back, still scanning the room slightly just incase he showed up. 
“I visited your planet with Odin and Thor when I was a child and we visited a place called Rome, they had a great number of many museums.”
“Oh? Was this when Julius Caesar was still in power?”
Loki ignored your comment, 
“Of course, not as many as we have on Asgard. Since you are so interested in museums I can visit together the next time we visit.” He spoke lightly.
You paused, was Loki asking you out? And not just because he had to because of the whole babysitting thing?
“Uh, yeah. I guess I didn’t think that I would go back though, to Asgard. Odin wasn’t mighty pleased I was there in the first place.”
“Odin is not usually mighty pleased about anything, especially if I’m involved.” He kept his voice light and humorous, but there was something deeper underneath. 
The admission came as a surprise, you weren’t that used to Loki speaking about his feelings (kind of) so easily and you were stumped for a response. 
“Well New York has plenty of museums too.” You offered, unsure of what else to say. 
“Indeed.”
The phone went quiet again. It really was unsettling how quickly the two of you seemed to go from arguing to tolerating each other, and even more unsettling, the occasional moments of companionship with a hint of friendship. 
Not that you were sure he would put you in that category with  the way he had recently snapped at you; when you’d tried to enquire about his parenthood and just before you came on this not date. Although he had also magicked your up a new wardrobe and seemed to get very upset when he thought you were dying so that had to count for something, right?  
Come to think of it, you never actually really addressed the whole “friendship” thing after that long talk the other night on the balcony, where Loki had finally stopped acting like a dick for long enough as to apologise for his actions and have a serious conversation about where you stood with him. He had really opened up then, about how he felt about getting close to mortals. You supposed you couldn’t really be too shocked then, when he seemed to distance himself from you a little the last few days. 
The hot and cold act was not enjoyable but was almost understandable if you saw things from his perspective. You just had to be careful not to get burnt or frozen in the process. 
Not that anyone wants to look at things from Lokis perspective for too long, they’d get a migraine. 
Look at you being all mature and shit! 
You thought back to those nights of sharing a tent with Loki, it felt so long ago now despite not being long ago at all. You had been so scared of him then, so unsure of how he would react next. 
Now? Well he was still a mystery and could still be a complete arse, but perhaps he was opening up to you, slowly. You needed to be patient but only to an extent right, he was obviously a complex guy; not that that gave him a right of passage to be a knob. 
“What are you up to then now?” You asked.
To your surprise, Loki played along. 
“Well now you’re gone I get to enjoy some peace and quiet for once, reading my books.” 
You almost hit back with “so that’s why you called me then, is it?” But stopped yourself. You realised then that Loki was bored. That’s why he’d been so annoyed that you had spent the afternoon with Oliver. Probably. 
I mean, aside from you and Thor, it’s not like he had a lot of friends from what you had seen. Another thing the two of you actually had in common. You didn’t have a lot of friends here either. 
You bit down on your nails, an old habit you had whenever you felt anxious about something.
“Stop that dreadful noise or I shall put the phone down.”
Only paying half attention, you stepped back into someone and banged your side pretty hard. 
“Ow, dickhead.” You muttered as they shot you a dirty look and walked off. 
“What? What’s happening?” Loki barked. 
“Oh nothing, just this asshole walking into me.” 
“Was it that Midgardian boy?”
“What midgardian boy?” You asked absent-mindedly. “Oh shit, Oliver.” You suddenly remembered your not-date probably wondering what the hell you were doing. 
“Anyway, I should get back to…I’ll see you later.”
 “yes.” Loki said stiffly “I’d hate to keep you from your beau.”
“Nobody says beau anymore by the way. S’later.”
“Goodbye mortal.”
You hung up your phone and quickly went to rejoin Oliver. 
“Hey, sorry I took so long.”
“Everything okay?” 
“Literally fine, he just wanted to complain about Tonys movie night or something.” 
“Look at you, movie nights with the Avengers!”
“I know, I’m going up in the world. Careful what you say to me now, I’ve got the force of Earths defenders on my side.” 
Oliver chuckled and held his hands up. 
“I see that. Remind me not to get on the wrong side of you.” 
You turned back to the photography exhibit, wondering what it would actually be like to visit a museum with Loki one day. 
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You wandered back into the towers later that evening. After the museum, you had gone for a few drinks with Oliver and, as it was, you were feeling rather tipsy. 
Actually, this was the second time you had been tipsy in the last few days, you reminded yourself, better not make it a habit. 
Still, Oliver was cute, right?
Not rip-my-clothes-off-and-take-me cute, but cute all the same. 
He was very sweet and funny too and although you maybe saw him as friend-material at the moment, that didn’t mean something couldn’t happen in the future. Plus it was nice to have a friend that wasn’t a hundred year plus old god. 
You could get used to the city living, although there was a part of you that missed the Asgardian country side too.
The atrium into Stark Towers took your breath away, you felt far too unsophisticated to be staying there. It was not the sort of place you’d ever particularly imagined yourself but you were going to enjoy your time for as long as you had. Grinning, probably overly familiarly in your slightly drunken state, at the security and receptionists on the ground floor you made your way over to the lift, preparing to stand there for all of eternity due to the many floors. You decided to turn your phone back on to check for any messages you missed after turning your phone off earlier to save battery. 
Two missed calls and a few texts from Loki?
Loki: When are you retuning mortal it is nearly dark?
Loki: Mortal?
Loki: Answer my calls right this instance or there will be consequences.
Loki: Loki, Prince of Asgard. 
You snorted and replied.
You: Why did you text me your own name, weirdo. What’s up?
And for the fun of it, you sent him a little gif of the “wazup” scene in Scary Movie.
Making your way up the many floors in Starks state of the art lift, you waited for Loki to reply. 
Loki: How dare you not answer me when I asked you to. Clearly, you needed reminding of who I am. Secondly, what, in all of the nine realms is that?
You: Firstly, I’m not just at your beck and call Loki, I was a bit busy. Secondly, It’s a gif. It’s just like a moving picture that you send to be funny.
Loki: Busy? With that midgardian boy? Disgusting. I didn’t find the moving picture particularly amusing. Please don’t send me one again. 
You: Get your mind out of the gutter. 
You were hit with a sudden inspiration. You quickly searched for the gif you wanted and found it. Who knew there were so many Loki gifs. The particular one you were after was Loki shouting “kneel” to the ground in Stuttgart during his last soiree to Earth. 
Loki: ?
Loki: It is imperative that you tell me how you acquired this.
You laughed out loud to yourself, as you put your phone away wishing you could see Loki’s face as you had send that gif. 
You figured, given the time, that Stark would have already started the film night, so you headed towards the most likely lounge areas on the penultimate floor. Your guess was right, and you could see through the glass doors the Avengers sat around watching what you were pretty sure was Kill Bill. 
The sight made you giggle, and you remembered you needed to try very hard at not being a little bit drunk. You were pretty sure the Avengers all thought you were slightly strange to begin with, you needed to change their mind. 
You shushed yourself aloud, and prepared to enter quietly and normally. Quietly and normally. Quietly and normally.
You pushed the door slightly and entered. So far so good, no one had particularly noticed you entering. Quiet and normal. Excellent. You scanned the room, looking for an empty seat. Your long distance eye sight wasn’t great as it is thanks to years of starting at screens and it was pretty dark, but you thought there was one free near Thor so you headed over silently.
That was, until, someone very rudely had put a pouff right in your way and you tripped up, slamming your knees into the side of a sofa. 
“Shit” You yelled, rather loudly. 
All the Avengers in the room turned and started at you. 
“Nice of you to join us Wonderland, please come in.” Stark said, dryly. 
You grinned wildly, deciding it best not to say anything, and took the closest seat. 
“Mortal.” A low voice spoke to your left.
“Oh for gods sake” You muttered and glared at Loki for the audacity of sitting where you were now forced to sit. 
Loki seemed amused by this reaction and smirked at you irritatingly. You glared even harder and then faced the TV. 
“You’re back very late.” Loki spoke softly next to you, with a note of contention in his voice.
You decided to ignore him, and tried to focus on the film. You’d never actually seen Kill Bill all the way through and coming in half way was pretty confusing. Loki tried again. 
“I hope you haven’t been fraternising with your mortal boy?”
“Stop accusing me of fraternising every three seconds, and it’s none of your business even if I was." You huffed out of the corner of your mouth, as to not disturb the rest of them. 
Loki looked annoyingly happy that you had risen to the bait.
“I’m going to get popcorn.” You mumbled, and stood up to head towards the back of the room where the snacks and were. 
You stood up too quickly and had to grab the sofa and a blink a couple of times until the black dots stopped floating in front of you. You suppressed the need to giggle and made your way over to the back, being very careful to watch where you placed your feet. 
The lights were on towards the back and you squinted to get used to the light change. You hummed about the snack bar; Stark, or more likely someone who worked for him, had thought of literally every snack you might need to watch a film.
Pick and Mix, chocolate, popcorn, and plenty of treats you’d never even seen before. 
“What are these?” A voice spoke behind you.
You jumped in the air, very nearly spilling the popcorn you had picked up.
“Jesus Loki.”
You looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but you were pretty far back and out of ear shot around this area. 
“Can you not?”
“Not what? He asked, with a fake innocence.
“Not…do whatever you’re doing now.”
“I’m merely standing here.”
“And here I was thinking you had better things to do than stand and talk to Midgardians.” You repeated his words from earlier back at him.
Loki rolled his eyes at you. 
“You surely know how to hold a grudge.”
“I surely do bitch.” 
He didn’t find this very funny and shot you a displeased look. 
“You are drunk again.” 
You tutted and made double sure no one was listening.
“I’m not drunk Low-key.” You elongated his name as you helped yourself to some more sweets “I am a little tipsy maybe. Also you make it sound like all I do is constantly drink.”
“Well you have been drunk twice in barely as many days.”
“That was your brothers fault remember?” 
He let out a long suffering sigh, as if he didn’t particularly want to remember. 
“What are you eating?” He crinkled his nose up as you scuffed another gobful of popcorn. 
“Popcorn.” You said, with your mouth half full.
“Are mortals taught any table manners at all?” He asked, disapprovingly. 
“Do you not have popcorn on Asgard.”
He looked down at the spread of snacks. 
“No.” He said carefully.
“Well what do you eat for sweets then?”
“I suppose we have nuts and grapes.”
“Some nuts and grapes? Christ no wonder you’re so highly strung.”
You gathered a plate up for him with selection of all the amazing confectionary Earth had to offer. “Here, try these.” 
You stared at him in excitement as he ate a handful of Haribos. 
“Well?”
“Hm. I’m not sure I enjoy this texture.”  
“Try this next!” You very nearly shoved some popcorn into his mouth  in your excitement and then realised that would probably get you killed, which would have been messy in Starks fancy lounge; so you just pointed to it instead. 
Watching Loki try new things was surprisingly very entertaining to you. It was unusual to see Loki look so unsure of himself, as normally he swanned around cocky as anything. 
You sighed, thinking back once again to the other night on the balcony. Loki was very good at brushing over any moments of vulnerability, even though he occasionally showed it in moments like this.
With his slightly furrowed forehead and quizzical expression as he tried earthly sweets was the epitome of vulnerable. 
Loki made eye contact with you while you stared at him and swallowed his sweets down. 
“Why are you looking at me like that mortal?” He asked, suspiciously. 
“Nothing.” You smiled to yourself
“Now you are smiling like a loon. I hope you are not loosing your mind over that boy. We have a mission to complete, or have you forgotten?” He frowned at you, disgruntled.
“How could I forget the fact I’m heading to a burning wasteland soon.” You said sadly, thinking of your up and coming trip which, at best, ends in your death. 
“There is no reason to be nervous. You have proved yourself rather difficult to maim.” Loki stated, deliberately.
“Physically maybe but I’m going to need a hell of a lot of therapy when this is over.” You muttered. “Suppose I should enjoy this last moment of calm before the storm.” 
“What storm?” Loki asked cautiously. 
“It’s just a figure of speech.”
“Hm.” Loki made a non committal humming noise. 
“Let’s go finish off the film, I need the escapism.” 
You sat back down together and tried to refocus on the film. You mind kept wandering however and  you remained restless. 
Were things between you and Loki changing? How many Loki gifs could you send of himself before he murdered you in your sleep? 
And, most importantly, what fresh hell awaited you in the realm of fire? 
A/N: Who enjoyed my fourth wall break (kinda?) haha! Also keep tuned folks for some more plot (finally) after a couple of plot-less chapters!
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taraljc · 6 months
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More on why my OT3 is my OT3.
First of all it's very important to remember that the Loki we are watching on TV is from 2012. I know we know that with our heads but it's important to also know that with our hearts.
This is the Loki who desperately wanted to prove that he was worthy, and was in fact right that Thor was not ready because he was too immature and he was too hasty and he was too much driven by childish love of combat and violence for the sake of combat and violence to be a good king.
He also finds out in the worst way possible that not only is he adopted, he is a completely different species, was being kept most likely as a hostage, and it recontextualized his entire relationship with his parents in a single moment.
He is the butt of jokes from Thor and his friends, his skill set is not valued because it's not based in martial prowess, and the only person in his life who has ever loved him unconditionally was Frigga.
This is in no way excusing Loki's actions, mind you. He didn't care how many Asgardians died when he let Frost Giants into Asgard to disrupt Thor's coronation. He didn't care who he killed in Jötunheimr because they were Frost Giants and he had been raised to believe that it was completely justified to slaughter his enemies. And when pushed to his limits, when it became clear that gaslighting Thor to keep him on Midgard and from returning to Asgard was futile, Loki knowingly sent the Destroyer to stop his brother and their friends, Knowing that 'stop' might mean 'kill'.
But once you remove Loki and isolate him from Thor, Asgard, an audience to play to, or perceived underlings to manipulate, he is adrift. After viewing the brief, brief remainder of what would have been his life (and bear in mind, he was born in 965 CE) including the tragedy of his mother's death and the unexpected warmth of his father's love and his brother's regard, he experiences complete ego death.
And this is like seriously 1 hour into the show.
Mobius treats Loki as a person. He respects his skills, he's wise to his bullshit and calls him on it, and for all intents and purposes is the first real friend who likes Loki just as he is rather than for who he could be or should be.
The gentlemen's wager over research is possibly the first time Loki has been valued for his research abilities and his intellect. Mobius is the first person since Frigga to tell him that he can be anything he wants to be, including a good person. and that it's never too late to change.
There are a thousand moments Mobius could have chosen to trap Loki in in his time cell. But he chose the confrontation with Sif after Loki had cut her hair. It's a brief moment in a thousand year lifespan, but it clearly made a deep, deep impression on Loki because Sif said the quiet part out loud.
"I hope you know you deserve to be alone and you always will be."
Loki hears this over and over and over again, cycling through pretty much every emotion until there's nothing left but honesty. and so we see a rare moment of Loki expressing regret for his previous actions to someone whom he hurt. Even though it's not really Sif, that does not make his admission any less genuine.
"I'm a horrible person. I get it. I really am. I cut off your hair because I thought it'd be funny. And it's not. I crave attention because I'm a narcissist. And I suppose it's [...] because I'm scared of being alone."
And then of course after completely baring his soul, confessing his weakness, admitting to shame and fear, Sif looks down at him and repeats his greatest fear.
"You are alone and you always will be."
Sylvie has lived with the reality of being completely and totally alone since she was 8 years old. While we have no idea how long she was actually on the run from the TVA, she is clearly older than Loki, and every other variant in the void. She was the first, and he was the last. and what connection they made on Lamentis was just the simple realisation that they're not alone. Even if it's only for a few moments before they are completely obliterated, they are happy and at peace because despite their fears and what others have said in anger and pity, so long as they have each other, they are not alone.
So long as they choose one another, they prove that neither deserve to be alone.
The reason Sylvie is different from all of the other Loki variants was because she was not shaped by the toxic sibling rivalry that poisoned Loki and prompted him to take extreme actions to try and prove to Odin that he was worthy.
She didn't grow up teased and bullied for being different from her peers. Instead, she grew up fighting every single day to survive. For over a thousand years, she experienced life in brief snatches in the hours or days before the destruction of everything and everyone around her.
She and Loki could not be more different, despite being variants of the same people. and yet Loki looks at her and sees someone he wants to selflessly protect, regardless of the cost to himself. It is completely foreign territory, and outside anything he has ever experienced and he is probably completely and totally terrified.
But I genuinely believe that it is because of his friendship with Mobius that he is willing and able to put aside his own agenda completely to care for someone else.
Mobius and Sylvie are likely the only people in the universe capable of provoking that kind of loyalty and steadfastness from a trickster who was never meant to change, only to act as a catalyst for change in others. Because they look at him and see him. And there is so much power in being seen and being known.
Sylvie doesn't know who she is yet. and I think she finds Loki's faith in her is a little intimidating, even as she smuggly accepts it because she is clearly the superior Loki. She has always been alone, but this might be the first time she's truly lonely. So I am curious to see what her reaction to Loki arriving in Broxton in 1982 will be.
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mareebird · 3 months
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Chapter 6
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A Murder Mystery, Staring Loki and Stephen Strange! Part of Artifacts and Asgardians (The Relic) Rating: Generally mature, not explicit. This one is a buddy caper.
Loki and Stephen go on a diplomatic mission to an isolated city on a tiny planet. Unfortunately, Stephen is no diplomat and Loki is sorely out of practice, and their friendship is on rocky ground. It's the worst possible time for someone to find a dead body on the beach.
Chapter 6 - The Veil
Loki forced food into his mouth, spearing an enormous slice of something reminiscent of a tomato, too big for one bite, and chewed slowly.  He watched them leave.  Dinner continued.  He pretended that he wasn’t worried about Stephen fending for himself.  (Why should he be worried, anyway?  He wasn’t worried at all!)  He smiled at bad jokes and ate until his plate was clean.  He maintained conversation about the weather and asked about seaside life and he didn't look over his shoulder in the direction that Stephen had gone. By his last bite, his neck was stiff, and the chair beside him was still empty.
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**Note: I talked before about having an enormous chapter I didn't know how to split. Well, I figured it out. So there's another one in the wings for you all.
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engardeitsme · 11 months
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The Pickpocket - Part 15
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Pairing: Heimdall x fem!Reader
Word count: 3.3k
Summary: You're acting weird, Jörgen is concerned and fruit is smashed.
A/N: aww look at reader joining heimi in the "lying to yourself bc you're a paranoid fuck" club<333 but also eyyy look who makes his return! the cooking man!!!🧑‍🍳 ajaksk like i said, i had a sudden bout of inspiration lately and wrote like,, 4 chaps in one sitting and hoooooo boy....you're gonna hate me for the next one, just saying HAHAHAHA. remember, things can only get better though!! after they take a turn for the absolute worst ofc
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Part 15
For several days now it had been raining cats and dogs outside, almost as if the sky had decided to pour an entire year's worth of precipitation on the city. The gray carpet of clouds gave the interior of the Great Lodge a real cave-like feeling. Thanks to the wildly flickering candlelight – the building might have been many things, though not exactly windproof – twitching shadows danced all over the walls and gave the very nice and not at all unnerving impression that one was constantly under observation. At best by the residents, at worst by something you'd rather not think about too much, especially not in one of those aforementioned dark corridors. 
And yet, that morning you practically skipped into the dining hall, grabbed an apple from the display, and then searched for familiar faces (bar one) as you took a hearty bite. Your gaze slid around the room and then up to the ceiling. The Asgardians had wisely secured it so that the hall would not be flooded. The sight made you a little discontented, but then you finally spotted the handsome face of the cook stepping out of the kitchen. Immediately your mood brightened again and you made your way across the hall.
Jörgen saw you and your uncharacteristically cheery face coming from afar and therefore had enough time to wrinkle his forehead before you came to a stop next to him.
"Good morning!", you greeted, beaming.
The wrinkles deepened and resembled a canyon now. "Morning...?", he replied a bit confused, "Uuuh, don't get me wrong, I'm glad to see you so happy, but..." He put down what he had been holding – a bowl full of porridge – and then moved his hands to his hips. "...It's weird. All things considered, I mean."
He gestured upwards, where, with excellent timing, a loud crack of thunder sounded in that very moment. You briefly wondered if Thor was in a bad mood today, before shrugging your shoulders.
"I like rain. You would too, if you had lived through Fimbulwinter for so long."
He made a face. "Well, when you put it that way..."
"It's just too bad they barricaded the ceiling. Imagine how funny it would be to have to dodge the raindrops." You laughed before taking another big bite of your fruity breakfast.
Jörgen just stared at you for a moment before promptly turning away and muttering: "Aaand the weird is back..."
"Oh, come on", you laughed as you followed him into the kitchen, "I'm just bored, so my brain is being silly."
"Bored?", he asked over his shoulder, "Well, that won't do. As a cook who's hands are practically overflowing with work-"
"Yeah, I can see that", you giggled.
"-I can't let that happen." He stopped and looked around. "What does Milady prefer, leftovers or peeling fruit?"
You acted as if you had to think very hard about your answer. "Hmm, I think the fruits have a score to settle with me." You held up the rest of your apple. "They're out for revenge."
"Sooo... leftovers?"
"What, you think I'd just give in like that? No, I'll make sure those juicy little things know who they've messed with here!"
"You know... As a pacifist, I feel it's all kinds of wrong what I'm about to say now..." He grabbed a cutting knife and offered it to you. "But I'm honestly afraid these fuckers are going to cut your throat while you're sleeping, so here. Go get them."
"They won't suffer, I promise." You grabbed the wooden handle and then nodded solemnly.
In the next moment both of you burst into a fit of giggles, before you finally devoted yourselves to your tasks.
You did justice to your words; cutting fruit was just the right thing to keep your head busy enough to prevent it from taking on a life of its own again. This practically made you into a knife-wielding whirlwind, and so it didn't take very long until you wiped the last slices of fruit into a bowl and announced your victory.
"Whoa", Jörgen then commented and nodded appreciatively, "Must be a new record."
You proudly raised your chin. "I told you. They didn't stand a chance." You stuck a piece of plum into your mouth and then asked, chewing: "So, what's next, boss?"
The cook laughed. "Well, when you've served the fruit, you're welcome to lend me a hand with the-" His eyebrows shot up at you already grabbing two of the bowls and then disappearing through the door. "...leftovers."
You did the same with the remaining bowls before wiping your hands on your apron and then picking up your new assignment. Jörgen looked at you inquiringly as you practically threw yourself into your next task without even taking a single breather.
You only paused when, even after minutes, you still felt his gaze on you. "What?", you then asked with an irritated smile, "Am I doing it wrong?"
He quickly shook his head. "No, no. All good!"
"Buuut...?" You slowly raised one of your eyebrows.
"Ah, it's nothing really." He shrugged. "I guess, I'm just... surprised? About your workaholism lately. Not that I'm complaining, of course! It's just a bit strange to witness, is all. Guess the patrols must have had a positive side effect after all, huh? Who would've thought."
He laughed, but you didn't join in. On the contrary, you actually felt your own smile slip a little at his last words, but quickly tried to cover it up. Like so many times before in the last few days. And every time it became harder and harder...
You snorted and turned back to your cutting board to try and distract yourself again. "There's nothing positive about this experience."
He stopped laughing. "Yeah, no, I know. I just meant-"
"Positive? Please. The only positive thing is that I didn't throw myself off the wall because of him."
"I mean. That sounds indeed pretty positive…? But-"
"Believe me, every day at this close proximity to him? Was agony", you babbled on, without even being aware of it really, or paying the slightest attention to the increasingly concerned looking cook, "Good thing that it seems like the rain keeps him away from here. Dude's probably too vain to let it ruin his hair or something. Ha!"
But then something occurred to you. "…No wait, it's not like he even needs to be present, right? What do they say about him…? That he can even 'hear grass grow'? So he's probably sitting at home right now, all comfortable, while spying on us like the stalker he is. But not on my watch!", you raised your voice as you continued to torment the cutting board, "You hear that, you snotty prick?? Yeah, keep listening in on us making breakfast, I'm sure there's lots of valuable intel to gather and make daddy happy with!"
You accentuated your last words with an overly enthusiastic strike, splattering half the countertop, the floor, and even your clothes in the process.
What followed was a brief silence until Jörgen finally stepped next to you and calmly raised his hands. "Okay, listen. On the Heimdall topic, I'm with you all the way, you know that. And I'm also very happy for you that the patrols are over now. What I said earlier was meant as a simple joke, so there's no reason to get mad or-"
"'Mad'?", you interrupted him once more, laughing a little too loudly, "Who's mad? Certainly not me."
"Suuure...", the cook replied, before gently taking the knife out of your hand, "Nevertheless, it would make me feel a lot better if you stopped waving your knife around like a crazy person. I don't want to be responsible for you losing an eye and the All-Father having to lend you one of his eye patches..."  
You allowed him to disarm you without complaining, but then rolled your eyes and pulled the apron over your head. "Whatever. I'll just go take care of the bread baskets outside then." You raised your hand as he began to protest. "No, it's fine, really! I don't really care what I'm working on, busy is busy." After that, you threw him one last overly cheery smile and then left the room.
Jörgen closed his mouth before slowly shaking his head and mumbling: "Definitely weird..."
+++
You knew perfectly well that you had acted a little crazy this morning. Yet it wouldn't have mattered at all if you had just told Jörgen the truth, because in doing so, you would have just backed his already low opinion of the blonde god. Nevertheless, you had bitten your tongue. Nevertheless, you had once again just swallowed it down and decided to deal with it another day. But this was how things were going for several days now and, meanwhile, you had the unnerving feeling that it was only getting worse the longer you kept ignoring it. Like some kind of poison that was slowly corroding you from the inside...
As if on command, another mighty thunderclap sounded from outside. You promptly turned in your bed and stuck your tongue out at the window.
But of course it wasn't just the stupid weather that prevented you from getting the distraction you were so desperately seeking. Another reason was Atreus, who, since Odin's return, had once again only shown his face for some small talk, if at all, in the last few days. Most of the time it was like before his break and you only saw him from afar. A green shimmer when he walked around a corner. A shock of red hair that disappeared behind the door to Odin's study... It really bothered you that the old goat had taken over his whole life again, just like that. Apparently he wasn't all that serious after all, about giving Atreus a little more free time going forward.
What a surprise, you thought sarcastically, Who in all the Nine Realms could've predicted that?? It was just another lie to prop himself up as the big benefactor he wants others to see him as...
You thought about looking for Thrúd, but the two of you had been hanging out so much lately that you felt like you were starting to get on her nerves. And besides; instead of bothering teenagers, you should probably rather look for company your own age...
But the only other person you knew that fit this description you had likely scared away while making breakfast this morning. So as things stood, it seemed like you just had to make do with yourself for the time being.
It was strange how much that bothered you now. Being alone...
You buried your hands under your head and pulled up your legs while staring holes in the wooden wall opposite you.
You missed the time before all this. Your cabin in the woods, the wolves and yes, you missed the winter too, no matter what you had told Jörgen this morning about how much you enjoyed the rainy change. If you would say that out loud however, everyone would probably think you were completely off your rocker, even Kratos and Atreus, who were just as familiar with the endless ice and snow. Atreus – always in tune with nature – had once told you that he felt the cold was slowly squeezing all the life out of the forest. Back then you had been captivated by his stories about the many colors of summer, it had just sounded so imaginative, so full of wonder... But even then you had already secretly thought that you didn't really mind the endless white either. How could you? After all, it was all you had known, your whole world.
Yes, it was true. Fimbulwinter was cruel, you couldn't deny that. It had covered Midgard with sorrow and death, and pushed all the life back so far that the realm seemed nearly extinct now. Living through it was hard, especially as a mortal.
But despite all that, you had also made many beautiful memories.
Sure, the first years of your "remembered" life had been difficult. Especially coming to terms with the fact that you had lost your prior memories. You had felt like a newborn. Everything had been unknown, confusing and unsettling. Maybe that was why Kratos had accepted you so quickly – by his standards, at least. After all, there was no other place you could have returned to, and being on your own would have meant certain death.
Atreus on the other hand, had been the complete opposite, naturally. He had actually told you so himself once, how absolutely excited he had been about you from day 1. Of course, the young god had had plenty of other company already; his father, Mimir, the wolves, the dwarf brothers... The occasional murderous Freya and the odd Draugr or Raider… No, he had not lacked company per se, but definitely younger one. And so he had accepted you right from the start, there had been no awkwardness, no shyness. No, you had practically become siblings the day you had woken up in their hut.
Thus, it was also him who was responsible for the majority of your fondest memories. Kratos had also been involved in your "education" of course, but his contribution had been of a more... practical nature (at least after he had realized that he didn't need to handle you with kid gloves). From him you had learned such things as housework, chopping wood, cooking or repairing things. Atreus had also been involved in that, but his personal lessons had rather focused on your mind. He had (re)taught you to read and write, even in different languages. He had explained the plant and animal lore of the Nine Realms to you, as well as tracking and orientation. He had even taught you one or two spells – but you seemed to be quite magic-resistant and not even the simplest ones had worked out as intended so far.
And he had taught you to dream, though Kratos and Mimir, as well as the dwarf brothers every now and then, had also been considerably involved in that. When you had been sitting at the fireplace in the evening, already half asleep from the day's work, and had listened to their stories and tales of their many adventures... You could hardly imagine that there should've been moments in your forgotten life when you had felt happier.
But as much as you missed those communal moments, your heart was also heavy now when you thought back to the moments you had marched through the forest by yourself, all alone yet still absolutely happy. The protection stave had kept any dangers away from you, so you had been able to move freely – in the immediate vicinity of the cabin, at least. And oh, had you enjoyed those walks. How often you had wandered through the woods, indulging your thoughts... Reacquainting yourself with your own person and coming to terms with your lost past. And simply learning what it meant to be you again. The crunching of the snow under the soles of your shoes, your icy breath in the air... Maybe you had been alone back then, but never had you felt truly lonely.
So why did this feel so different, so suffocating now? What had changed that you suddenly couldn't stand being by yourself anymore and were now yearning for company in such a way? It troubled you immensely, because it almost felt like you were losing yourself all over again.
There are these different versions of me all over space and time, you thought. In your faceless past, in a snow-covered forest, in a wooden hut illuminated by firelight, in a dwarven home in the world between worlds, high up on a wall built by giant hand, where you could see the beauty of a whole realm down below-
And there it was again.
Your poison.
Without further ado, you pressed your face into the pillow beside you and groaned loudly. Somehow, every thought process, no matter how far-reaching, always seemed to return here. As if Odin had tied you up too, just like Freya.
...But maybe that was exactly the point.
As soon as this thought crossed your mind, you sat up and felt your heart beat a little faster. Maybe this was Odin's task for his son. To confuse and unsettle you. To force himself into your life and manipulate you just like Jörgen's sister. What this should have to do with your missing past was still a mystery, but it was a possible explanation for, well… pretty much everything else.
Of course the possibility of a simple magic spell remained too, but by now, you strongly doubted that; you didn't feel bewitched in the slightest. No, this smelled like good old Odin-manipulation to you. After all, on its own, this had already worked quite well so far, so why use magic? He had kept you and Atreus apart most of the time, presented Asgard to you in a new, more benevolent light... Had forced his damned purple eyed son on you, who was now successfully haunting your mind like one of those ghosts from Atreus' stories about his many adventures with Kratos.
Oh yes, you had spent waaay too much time with that blonde asshole lately. That was all this was, the explanation for your current misery. You had gotten used to him way too much and had thought about him way too often. Now he had nestled into your head like one of those little bark beetles and just wouldn't leave you alone, even though the last time you had seen him was actually days ago.
Why else would you think about him still, despite him making it unmistakably clear to you at your last encounter what his true intentions were? That he only meant to manipulate you? Why else would your last interactions haunt your mind at night even and bathe your dreams in purple? And, most troubling, why else would you have a feeling akin to missing every morning lately, when you didn't see Heimdall waiting for you in the dining hall??
That thought bothered you the most by far. It should be unimaginable. Missing. Whom, that incorrigible prick?! Ha, as if!
Maybe you made it a bit too easy for yourself by simply shifting the blame for your inner chaos back to Odin again... On the other hand, why shouldn't you? After all, the old vulture was to blame for so many tragedies, wouldn't that make it absolutely ridiculous to not assume that he was also involved in your current mess? Besides, you felt like the evidence was overwhelming. It was him who had ordered Heimdall to take you on patrol, the thing that had jumpstarted all of this. Even Jörgen thought that there had to be more to Heimdall's interest in you and then there was also his strange behavior every time he had read your mind. Coupled with the fact that Odin was the root of all evil in your humble opinion, all of this made you pretty confident in your prior conclusion.
Yes, that was the answer. Having his son mess with your thoughts and emotions was just another one of that one-eyed bastard's ploys to get you out of the way and have better access to Atreus.
"Too bad that I won't let that happen though, old man", you said to yourself and smiled grimly.
***
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