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#another break at the start of Thor 2 and Thor is miserable and Loki is rejecting he's Odin and Frigga's son and that's his right ya know
sserpente · 2 years
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A/N: Heyho there, my lovelies! So, as we know now, part of Season 2 of Loki will take place in a McDonald’s. So… what if Loki ordered some food there? Enjoy, everyone!
Words: 1372 Warnings: pure fluff + Loki being a sad bean
Soaking wet, you stormed inside the heated building, almost slipping on the tiles with your wet soles. Loki and Mobius followed suit behind you, both of them drenched to the core as well. The place you had fled to from the raging thunderstorm outside was a shabby McDonald’s branch in the suburbs. Not one of those new modern ones but rather one of those old 80s restaurants the owner had failed to upgrade to modern standards—at least, there were no smart screens to order your food yet. Instead, customers were greeted by a creepy Ronald McDonald statue in the corner. Ugh.
Nevertheless, it was either this or the pouring rain outside. Besides, the smell of fatty fast food made you inexplicably hungry. You hadn’t had McDonald’s in ages.
“I’m ordering some food,” you announced with a shrug.
“I mean … we could do with a break,” Mobius said.
You turned to Loki. “Have you ever had McDonald’s before?”
“No,” Loki responded slowly.
“You’re either gonna love it or you’re gonna absolutely hate it, there is no in-between.”
“Lovely…”
You grinned at him before moving towards the counter, your squeaky footsteps echoing through the surprisingly quiet restaurant.
“Heya…” The cashier smiled at you. “What can I get started for you today?”
“Hi! I’ll have a large BigMac Meal with fries and diet coke and… the six-piece nuggets with sweet ‘n’ sour sauce, please.”
“Hmm… anything else?”
Intrigued, Loki peeked at the glowing menu boards above the cashier’s head.
“What’s that?” He asked, pointing at the board displaying the new Happy Meal toys.
“Meals for children. Smaller portions in a cute box and they always come with a toy,” you explained. And this time, so it seemed, they had little Avengers figures with bendable limbs. In this universe, they looked exactly the same. Black Widow had two little guns, Captain America had his shield, Iron Man came with a removable helmet and Hawkeye had a little bow. Thor, of course, came with his hammer. Loki’s eyes were practically glued on him.
“Loki? Do you wanna try some food now?”
“I’m not sure I’d enjoy this greasy excuse for food. But… a smaller portion I am willing to try.”
Mobius suppressed a laugh—he failed miserably. “You want a Happy Meal? Come on, Loki, what are you, twelve?” He mocked jokingly. You shrugged, wondering what the cashier must have been thinking about the three of you right now. In any case, Loki had a point.
“… Well, and a Happy Meal then, please. You should try the cheeseburger, Loki,” you suggested.
“Yeah, that.”
The cashier suppressed a chuckle. “Okay… and what toy would you like?”
“Number six,” Loki answered immediately. You peeked up again. That was the Thor figure.
“For the drink?”
“What she ordered.”
“Diet coke… alright. That’ll be 15.75, please.” You tapped the card machine with the card you had taken out of your wallet to pay and stood aside as soon as you had your receipt so she could take the next order. In the meantime, another staff member went to prepare your food, with Loki watching him like a hawk.
“Let’s sit over there,” you said once you were handed the tray, pointing to a table in a corner a little more secluded than the others.
“Hmm… I haven’t had McDonald’s in ages,” you said as you opened your burger box and dug into your fries. Loki scrunched up his nose while unpacking his Happy Meal.
“It looks… and smells… exceedingly unhealthy. This can’t be good for you. No wonder humans are so weak and prone to illness and disease.”
“Oh, Loki, just shut up and try it!” Loki unwrapped his burger with a frown. He took a long suspicious look at it before taking a big bite. You did the same all the while Mobius shook his head in an amused manner.
“Actually, I’ll have some of your coke?”
“Help yourself.” You swallowed. “Loki? How is it?”
Loki took another bite, making you grin. “Surprisingly… it’s not bad.” He ate some of the fries as if to make a point.
He was done with his meal long before you got to start with your nuggets. In the meantime, you kept sharing your coke with Mobius and watched Loki unwrap his complimentary toy. You eyed him curiously as he ripped the plastic open to take the tiny Thor out of his packaging. You could tell he was trying hard not to look too interested—but the truth was, he was practically enamoured by that little figure.
Once he had equipped the tiny Thor with his hammer, he toyed around with it in his hands, looking down at it quietly, pondering. Sad.
Unlike you, however, Mobius did not seem to notice.
“Right, I’m gonna hop to the bathroom. All that coke went right through me.”
“Too much information, buddy.”
Mobius casually got up and strolled off, leaving Loki and you behind alone.
“You miss him a lot, don’t you?” You asked when you opened your nuggets box and offered him one. Loki took it with hesitation, patiently waiting for you to open the sauce before dipping it in.
“Who?” He asked.
“Your brother, silly.” You pointed at the little Thor figure with your nugget.
“I don’t even know how long it’s been since I left my timeline.” He paused, almost as if he was contemplating if he could trust you. “It feels strange… knowing I can’t go back… ever.”
“Ever? That sounds extreme.”
Loki looked you dead in the eye. “My timeline was pruned. I can’t go back.”
“You could eventually always go back to the sacred timeline, Loki. It’s not exactly sacred anymore after all. But don’t tell Mobius I just said that.”
The Trickster frowned.
“I mean, why not? You met yourself in the future. You never actually got killed by Thanos, you settled down on a different planet, and then… the older you is not around anymore and time is a relative thing anyway. Now that the sacred timeline is falling apart, there’s nothing that would stop you.” You were almost, almost a little surprised by your own words. But the truth was, you cared about Loki way too much to watch him suffer. Mobius had been right about him. Loki had a warm heart underneath all that ice that had spread inside of him throughout his past. Perhaps you were even a little in love with him but that didn’t matter, now did it? As soon as you found Sylvie, surely he wouldn’t bother with you anymore. Even though part of you wished he would just ask you to—
“Come with me then.”
“What?”
“You said you came from the sacred timeline as well.”
“We can’t just leave Mobius behind, Loki.” You said, even though your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. Butterflies awakened in your belly and you felt the urge to jump on the table and do a little happy dance. What was that about Sylvie again? You suppressed an almost maniacal grin.
“No, I mean eventually. He can’t truly believe I’ll play the TVA agent forever.”
“And we could find Thor.”
Loki nodded. “And we could find Thor,” he repeated and smiled at you—genuinely, making your heart jump once more.
“You know, for a little mortal without any superpowers who became a TVA agent out of desperation, you are quite alright,” he said, snatching another nugget from your box.
“Oh, thanks. And for a Trickster who almost took over my home planet and constantly pulls pranks on me all the while being a sarcastic little shit, you’re quite alright too.” You paused. “I like you, Loki. A lot. You are so much more than you let on and I wish people would take the time to get to know you better before judging.”
Loki’s lips parted. But right before he could say anything else, Mobius returned and sat down opposite you two again.
“80s toilets are surprisingly clean,” he announced.
“Ah…” Loki shook his head. He didn’t say more and neither did you. But then, under the table, you felt him gently squeezing your thigh. It was then you realised you were probably more than just a little in love with him.
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worstloki · 3 years
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*wakes up in the middle of the night* no but when Loki was offering Thor the throne at the end of The Dark World as Odin he said one son wanted the throne too much while another would not take it but in that moment neither Thor nor Loki wanted the position because now both know the burdens that come with it and how Odin had ruled and Loki hadn’t ever wanted the throne for itself but to be an equal to Thor and in Thor 1 Thor had been impatient and arrogant and started a war over being denied his place as King so the phrase not only doubles over to call Thor out on flaws he now himself admits to since there is only one Odinson but it is also an open admission that he himself sitting there right now does not want the crown because he is ‘another’ and Odin’s legacy in the end, right there, right then in that scene was amounting to neither son wanting to be a part of what Odin had built through his imperialist practices (even if Thor was only just coming to terms with that) and through disregarding the lives of others and that’s something both sons, Thor included, now sees and THEN Thor replies with how he’s try to live with honour as Loki died and acknowledges them both on equal footing which is all Loki had wanted and hearing “Is that not legacy enough?” before being offered the hammer, the fr*ckin hammer that Odin had put between them to declare Thor more worthy, and Loki declines taking it from Thor because he never wanted to drag Thor down or take the throne from him but just having it was the chance to prove that he wasn’t less and it reflects how now he doesn’t even see the need to compete and he finally thinks his brother is capable of ruling well without starting wars and suddenly there’s no one who wants the dumb chair just Loki knowing that he doesn’t need to be Thor and Thor taking the time to reflect on himself and admit that the brother he knew and cared for was still there and hoping to make himself equal to Loki and Loki who still looks up to Thor and it’s the perfect complementary half to the way their developments in Thor 1/Avengers 1 had them mirroring each other and taking the place the other was in because now they’re both on the same side and they got there themselves and the words of their shared antagonist “our survival will be your legacy” apply to Thor and Loki too because Frigga died and Odin isn’t to be looked up to as a pillar of strength and what these two brothers have is a relationship that was put through the blender because of secrets and lies but neither cares for that because even when he thinks him dead Thor sees Loki’s worth and Loki knows the death effected him enough to try and change more and now Thor is rejecting his birthright and just handing it to Loki without knowing it’s him but it’s the same birthright that Loki had argued with Odin on only earlier and so you have both of them who would take up the responsibility but doesn’t see it as their place and that’s why Thor and Loki working together from the get-go when more secrets and lies came forth in Ragnarok with Odin’s actual death should have been the natural progression in both of their arcs and in reconciling their relationship they should have either shared or abolished the throne by the end of the trilogy because literally one person would want the throne and it would be Hela as a symbol for what Odin stood for which only makes Thor’s role as an inheritor of a colonial empire trying to make amends and Loki’s role as the colonized relevant again from Thor 1 and should have tied the loose ends up with Mjolnir’s destruction having no significant impact because it also stood as a symbol of the wedge drawn between Thor and Loki which they already shared sentiment enough with each other to have agreed on as not a determiner of worth and this makes Endgame even worse because Thor has fallen back on letting the hammer be an indication of worth while avoiding acknowledgement of Loki at all while also being King after the both of them already expressed no interest in having the position and they were finally so close to being seen as equals in each other’s eyes and were respecting each other and both had decided to move on from the ideas they had been raised on and only had each other left because they always end up with each other again and 
#was thinking about the line ''one son who wants the throne too much and another who will not take it'' and I--#and then just like with Cap and Tony the entire idea of a Grand Legacy that is being left behind comes in#but Loki and Thor#their legacy isn't supposed to be built from what exists for them it's supposed to be completely new and built from nothing#Tony gets his father's company + makes his way presenting himself a certain way and building an image and decides to stop the weapon section#he makes a name which overshadows the one he inherited but he stopped being proud of how he was making money or whatever#that's where his redemption arc leaves him and he's got harley and peter and morgan and the whole theme of that#you've got Cap with his shield and what that means for the country and how others and Sam struggle with what it stands for#but with Thor he's all set to become king in ragnarok/iw/endgame#but by the dark world that's not where his arc is going his arc is going towards him wanting to be 'a better man'#neither character's arc is tied to the throne#it's an insignificant plot device-y detail that comes in and no one *wants* to take the throne even before the history is 'revealed'#Thor and Loki's arcs were intertwined with each other with Thor only becoming better in Thor 1 because of Loki#Loki's entire downfall occurs because of what he was doing for Thor and then with him trying to prove himself just as worthy#Avengers 1. Loki's back from a year of torture and the act he puts on of taking over earth has elements of the black order and THOR.#there's am entire scene where Thor and Loki skim over details of their issues and never address them and in Thor 2 it's similar#in Avengers 1 though Thor is disregarding Loki's trauma because he's trying to attack a planet and even Thor sees Loki's mind isnt right#another break at the start of Thor 2 and Thor is miserable and Loki is rejecting he's Odin and Frigga's son and that's his right ya know#but when Thor needs help he still shows up at Loki's cell and Loki despite being offered nothing for himself helps#their interactions are great they get together well there's chemistry and you can TELL these are brothers who can still get along#Loki provokes him and unlike the last time he did so in Thor 1 Thor isn't tricked into attacking and looks at himself instead#Loki dies and Thor may not still be processing the death but he says that Loki died honorably and he doesn't want the throne#and Loki's done here too and died and doesn't want the throne but he can't leave it with no one but at least if he must Thor can handle it#there's TRUST there . even when on opposite sides they KNOW the other. there's an intimate understanding that isn't going to go away#even when angry at each other there's undertones of not WANTING to hurt the other and wanting the other to be BETTER than this#thor lost a brother to not understanding what was going on because of odin's lies and loki lost a brother to the same thing#that ragnarok was missing so many things about their relationship is a shame#I would've LOVED a proper reconciliation where Thor accepts that Loki was hurt and Loki admits to not being in control during New York#just Thor explaining that he didn't see the imagined slights/wrongs he had done Loki before and wants to stay brothers despite their past#because they were brothers for a thousand years and i can't believe that was reduced to a nothing-speech on reverse psychology and torture
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applerubyy · 3 years
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Ciao Adios
Summary: When you find your boyfriend cheating on you yo decide to expose him in the pettiest way you can think of.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (some Loki x Reader if you squint)
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: Cheating and cursing (I think that’s it?)
A/N: Hi! So this is my first time writing and posting anything here so if its terrible please tell me nicely :). This is some AU where everyone lives and all is happy ok? Also english is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Anyway, if it turns out that some of you like it I think I’d be willing to do a part 2 if you like. Hope you enjoy it! <3. Btw, the gif is not mine so credit to whoever made it.
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Crack. That’s the sound of your heart breaking, ripped to pieces in just a few seconds. And no, you were not exaggerating. Seeing your boyfriend kissing someone else while taking off their clothes would do that to a person. And in his office of all places.
How did you not see that coming? They had a lot in common and they did spend a lot of time together but you were just so naïve thinking that he was the most trust-worthy person ever that you looked the other way and believed him when he told you she was “just a friend”. 
Just a friend my ass you thought as you calmly walked to your room. No running, that would draw attention to you and you didn’t need that. No crying either, because once you started you wouldn’t be able to stop. Walking down the hallway and taking the elevator to your floor feels like it takes forever. 
Time is funny that way. It has that annoying tendency to slow down or speed up at the worst times. Like when you were in college and the clock seemed to literally stop, you would look at the time and it was 10:20 am and check again after what felt like half an hour for it to be 10:25 am. Or like when you are having fun with your friends at a club and you see it’s 12:30 but when you look again a few minutes later it’s 2:40. Right now it feels like the former, time seems to have slowed down. Maybe Dr. Strange did something to it? No, that’s stupid, he wouldn’t play with time that way.
Finally the elevator pings open and you rush to your room. Well, it’s not only your room anymore. You share it with him and everything is a reminder of what you just saw. The art supplies on the desk by the window, the famous shield leaning against the wall near the door, the messy bed where you sleep together every night …
And every single thing brings tears to your eyes until finally, the dam breaks and you let the tears fall down. You bring your hand to your mouth to muffle a sob that brings you to your knees. Crying is the only thing you can do right now because your brain is stuck on a loop. All you can see is Steve kissing her, unbuttoning her shirt with one hand while the other grabbed her ass. And all you can hear are their moans, Sharon’s whimper when he touched her and his groan as he did so. 
And now you are full on crying and choking on air because that scene keeps replaying itself over and over no matter how much you want it to stop. And you do, Gosh you do because there is so much your heart can take and this is too much. It shatters you in more ways than one. It makes you question everything you thought you knew about him, about her, about your relationship and about yourself.
You remember the first time you met him. You were already in college and looking for an internship. Luckily you happened to be the niece of the one and only Pepper Potts. And who wouldn’t want to work near Earth's mightiest heroes? You sure did. You were studying journalism and communications in New York and working with the Avengers was the ultimate dream, one that was about to come true.
Your first day was uneventful, it consisted mainly of coffee runs, delivering files and passing messages along. That was until your third coffee run where you ran straight into a wall, well actually it wasn’t a wall but it felt like it. The coffee spilled everywhere, on your clothes and his, and you were going to fall on your butt if it wasn’t for him grabbing your arms to steady you. Imagine your surprise when you looked up to see Captain America himself.
And that’s the moment your love story started. It seemed like something straight out of a romantic comedy and you loved it. It started with flirting, a date and then another, him asking you to be his girlfriend and finally asking you to move in once you graduated. It felt like a fairytale.
Tony wasn't very happy about you and the Capsicle but he saw how happy you were so he tried to be happy too. Tony was your uncle even if you didn’t share any blood. Growing up you would visit your aunty Pepper in New York and he was always around, you even stayed at his house when Pepper and him had to work. So, you two became really close even before he became Iron Man and started dating your aunt. 
The same thing happened with Rhody. Your close relationship with Tony meant you were close to him too, seeing as he was one of the most important people in his life. Rhody treated you like his niece and was the only one he didn’t make fun of which you took as the ultimate compliment. 
So those three you knew before you started working at the compound and before Steve. But once you started working there you met the rest of the Avengers. Being Pepper and Tony's niece and Steve's girlfriend meant they all wanted to get to know you. 
You met Bruce Banner, the Hulk, and you became really close. But that was thanks to his close relation with Tony and all the time you spent with him working on his social media presence to make sure people saw him as more than just the green monster who smashes things. After a while of working there they promoted you and now you manage the Avengers social media.
Nat and Wanda became your best friends from the moment you met. You just clicked and hung out as much as possible, being the only girls on the team meant they were really happy to have another female added to the mix. As for Vision, he liked you because Wanda did, simple as that.
Bucky and Sam were the funniest people ever, their constant bickering always brought a smile to your face and they welcomed you with open arms. Happy that their friend had finally found someone to be with.
Thor and Clint were like the fun uncles you got to see every once in a while. The God of Thunder was like an excited puppy and would hug you till you couldn’t breath every time he came to Earth and Clint would joke around with you and FaceTime you when he was with his kids because they loved you (“best babysitter ever” that called you).
You met Peter when he started working for your uncle. He was a sweet kid and your love of memes, vines and pop culture made you instant friends. He would ask you for advice on girls and tell you science jokes.
But we all know not all fairytales have a happy ending and this one definitely didn’t. You’re feeling so many things at once. There’s anger, sadness, jealousy and something else you can’t put your finger on. You keep crying and are unable to move from your kneeling position on the floor. Checking the clock you realize you’ve been on the floor crying for an hour so you stand up.
Taking a shower seems like the best thing to do, your head is pounding and your face is all puffy. As you shower it hits you, that other feeling swirling around is inevitability. In a way you always thought he was too good for you, you always thought he would eventually get tired of you and trade you for someone else. 
It just hurt too much that it was her, the woman he shared so much with. The niece of Peggy Carter, his first love. An agent of S. H. I. E. L. D.  Someone who risked their life for the world like he did. Someone prettier. Someone better than you.
Yeah, you were definitely on a self-pity party. But you needed to be miserable for a while, to cry it all out, to hurt so that you could move on to the next stage of grief: anger. And when that came, there was no stopping you.
You weren’t a mean person, or a petty one. You gave everyone countless opportunities and forgave way too easily so you never really got angry. But when you did, when you said enough is enough, yeah, you better watch out. That could be the meanest bitch you ever met and she had no mercy.
So you got out of the shower, dried yourself and started getting ready. Tony was throwing yet another party about who knows what and you were not missing it. You liked parties, they were the perfect excuse for wearing pretty dresses and putting on make up. And tonight you were going all out. 
Your inner bitch was concocting a plan and you were going with it.
You hear the door open and prepare yourself to put on the best acting of your life. You take a deep breath and in the sweetest voice you can muster say: “Steve is that you babe?”
“Yeah doll it’s me” you hear him say. A few second later he pops into the bedroom and gives you a peck on the lips as you continue with your makeup.
“How was your day?” Steve asks as he takes off his clothes, probably to take a shower. “I missed you today, i went by your office but you weren’t there” he says with a small frown between his eyes. You could stare at his blue eyes forever but snap out of it when you remember what he did. 
“Oh not much, i left work earlier to get ready for tonight” you answer. Shit your work. You really did leave like that, but after tonight hopefully they’ll understand. “You should start getting ready, the party starts in thirty minutes”.
He smiles at you and tells you he’s going to take a quick shower before getting dressed. He goes to the bathroom and you feel like breaking the mirror but instead take a few deep breaths and remind yourself he’s getting what he deserves later on. With that in mind you finish applying you makeup and smile at yourself, you look good. Moving on to your hair you decide to do some loose waves and that’s it, you really don’t know how to make those complicated updos.
Steve gets out of the shower and starts putting on his suit. Men really do have it easier you think to yourself when you see all the work you had to do and he just showers and that’s it.
You take your dress out of the closet and admire it. It really is beautiful. It has a deep plunging neckline that shows a lot of cleavage and is skin tight with a slit on one side. The fact that it is silver with sequins makes it even better. Pepper helped you pick this dress. 
You put on the dress and admire yourself in the mirror. You look good. Behind you, you hear a whistle and turn around to see Steve watching you lust in his eyes. He comes closer and grabs you by the waist, pulling you to him.
“You look stunning” he says as he wets his bottom lip. “I can’t wait to take it off of you when we get back”. Lying cheating bastard.
“Can't wait” you lie as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. This is just a kiss goodbye you tell yourself. One last kiss before he’s out of your life and probably runs to her. Tears threaten to fill your eyes but you hold them down. Not now.
You break the kiss when the need to breathe is too strong. Grabbing his hand you start walking towards the door and say: “Come on, we’re already late”.
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The party had already started once you walk in and in true Tony fashion it is elegant and extravagant. Everyone is there: S. H. I. E. L. D. agents, the Avengers themselves, politicians and a few famous people. 
You and Steve walk to the bar and order drinks. A whiskey for him and a strawberry daiquiri for you, yes you are that basic but hey, it tastes awesome. He offers you his arm and with drinks in your hands you start looking for your friends. A lot of people stop you on the way, nobody wants to miss an opportunity to talk to Captain America.
One thing, or rather on person, catches your attention: Loki. He’s sitting on one of the cushions alone with a drink in his hand. It’s weird to see him there. Sure, he was redeeming himself for what he did in 2012 and Thor said he was doing better but he rarely left Asgard (he “hated mortals”) and when he did come to Earth it wasn’t for a party.
As if he could feel you staring he turns his head and locks his eyes with yours. You weren’t going to lie, he was gorgeous. He was incredibly tall, had those charming green eyes and was actually funny (but you’d never admit that to anyone). But you were in love with Steve and never saw him as anything more than Thor's hot brother. And everyone in the Avengers was hot so that’s not saying much.
You turn away from him and see Nat and Wanda on the dance floor and you tell Steve you’ll see him later and to go find his friends. He’ll need them after tonight you think to yourself. You greet the girls and start dancing with them, for a moment forgetting about what you saw today and putting Loki out of your mind.
The three of you decided to take a break and order some more drinks. Once at the bar Wanda orders for you and when your drinks arrive you go back to the dance floor. You spend the next few hours dancing, talking to your friends and pretending that nothing's wrong. Talking to Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Hugging Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Kissing Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong.
The fact that Sharon is at the party doesn’t help at all. When you see her talking or touching him you feel like you’re gonna lose it but you remain strong. You remind yourself of your plan and try to keep them out of your mind.
There’s a small stage at the far end of the room and you see your uncle Tony step on it and grab the microphone.
“Hello everyone and thank you for coming to another one of my amazing parties. I hope you are having a good time and taking advantage of the free bar over there” he points to the other side of the room and continues, “Now for what we have all been waiting for: karaoke! And yes, i want everyone to sing something because that’s the whole point of this. I'm looking at you Manchurian Candidate, you’re singing”.
With that he gets off the stage and passes the mic to Sam who decided to sing a Marvin Gaye song. He’s pretty good actually but you can’t fully concentrate on him because your mind is going a thousand miles an hour for what it’s going to happen later.
More people go up and sing their songs and you applaud when they’re done. Nobody is talking much, they're all too busy either laughing at the others performance, drinking or actually listening to the songs. You’re sitting with Steve to your right, Bruce to your left and the rest of the Avengers nearby. You’re your own little group.
It’s finally your turn and as you walk to the stage you can hear your friends whistling and cheering you on. Once you’re up on the stage you choose the song and start singing. 
Ask you once, ask you twice now
There's lipstick on your collar
You say she's just a friend now
Then why don't we call her?
So you wanna go home with someone
To do all the things you used to do to me
I swear, I know you do
Used to take me out in your fancy car
And make out in the rain
And when I ring you up
Don't know where you are
'Til I hear her say your name
Used to sing along when you played guitar
That's a distant memory
Hope she treats you better than you treated me, ha
As you continue singing you get more and more confident and take the mic. You walk off the little stage and over to your friends while dancing and you can see them smiling, clapping and having fun. They have no idea how much i mean all of this you think. You look at Steve and he’s completely oblivious. Good, you want to take him by surprise. You arrive at your little circle of friends and start singing the chorus.
I'm onto you, yeah you
I'm not your number one
I saw you with her
Kissing and having fun
If you're giving her all of your money and time
I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you
Ciao adios, I'm done
Ciao adios, I'm done
Ciao adios, I'm done
You keep dancing and go back to back with Wanda who’s also singing along. You then turn to Nat and she grabs your hand and makes you do a little spin. 
After three, after four times
Why did I bother?
Tell me how many more times
Does it take to get smarter?
Don't need to deny the hurt and the lies
And all of the things you did to me
I swear, I know you did
And now you take her out in your fancy car
And make out in the rain
And when she rings you up
She know where you are
But I know differently
Now she sings along when you play guitar
Making brand new memories
Hope you treat her better than you treated me
You go up to Tony and he starts dancing around you busting out some dad moves. You laugh and keep on singing and dancing.
I'm onto you, yeah you
I'm not your number one
I saw you with her
Kissing and having fun
If you're giving her all of your money and time
I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you
Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)
Ciao adios, I'm done (no, no, no, no)
Ciao adios, I'm done
If you're giving her all of your money and time
I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you
Ciao adios, I'm done
And now you take her out in your fancy car
And make out in the rain
And when she rings you up
She know where you are
But I know differently
Now she sings along when you play guitar
Making brand new memories
Hope you treat her better than you treated me
You walk back to the stage as you sing and step up. You put the mic back into place and sing the last part of the song.
I'm onto you, yeah you
I'm not your number one
I saw you with her (with her)
Kissing and having fun (and fun)
If you're giving her all of your money and time
I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you
Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)
Ciao adios, I'm done (you get on with your life, I'll get on with my life)
Ciao adios, I'm done
If you're giving her all of your money and time
I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you
Ciao adios, I'm done
When you’re done people are clapping and cheering and you look to your friends to see them all smiling. You look at everyone and make a little mock bow and when you straighten you see Loki sitting on the same couch as before. But this time he’s looking at you and he’s laughing, not smiling and cheering but actually laughing.
You look back at your friends and say “Thank you, thank you” with a smile on your face. You continue , “I wanted to dedicate this song to my boyfriend Steve” you point at him.
“In case it wasn’t clear enough, i wanted to tell you that i saw you with Sharon”. You could hear a pin drop. No one was talking and all eyes were on you. This is what you wanted, to humiliate him as much as he did you. And what better way to do it than publicly? Oh but you weren’t done.
You could see Steve's face going pale and nobody knew where to look, if at you or at him. Tony look ready to murder him as did Rhody, Pepper, Peter and Bruce. Thor, Clint and Vision looked shocked. But Bucky, Sam, Nat and Wanda looked guilty.
Your heart breaks a little more when you realize they knew. You can’t really blame Bucky and Sam for not telling you, they were Steve's friends after all. But you thought the girls were your friends, that they would have told you. Apparently you overestimated that friendship.
You keep on smiling and continue “So… I’m breaking up with you. Hope she was a good fuck and wasn’t uncomfortable with the fact that you were once in love with her aunt”. You do a dramatic pause and make a little disgusted face. “Anyway, if I’m lucky i´ll never see you again. Have a great life!”
And with that, you walk off the stage and make your way to your friends. Steve is rooted to the spot and his face is red with embarrassment. You walk up to him, look him straight in the eye and give him an evil smile. He gulps and opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something and then closes it. He does is two more times and still nothing comes out.
You turn to your group and look at Wand and Nat, who can’t seem to be able to look you in the eye. You sigh and say: “Who want enemies when they can have you as their best friends right?”. They look up then and start talking. Telling you how sorry they are and to please forgive them. You raise your hand to silence them and they do.
You go to your aunt and uncle who look like there should be smoke coming out of their ears and say: “I’m gonna stay in a hotel for the night, can’t stand to be here anymore”. Tony scrunches his eyebrows and look at you like you’re crazy.
“Hell no. You’re staying here. We can find him another room to sleep in but you’re not leaving. If anyone’s leaving is Mr. Star-spangled over there” he practically screams the last part as he points at Steve.  
You take a deep breath and hug him. It takes him by surprise but he puts his arms around you. “I appreciate it uncle Tony but i can’t stay at the compound, it just hurts too much” you say as you let go. Turning to your aunt you hug her as well and say: “Thank you for everything but I quit”.
The moment those words leave your mouth everyone starts talking at the same time telling you how crazy you are and to think about it. You just smile at them and tell them you already made up your mind. “I'm gonna go pack a bag and ask Happy to take me to a hotel nearby. Please make sure he doesn’t follow” you say as you point to a still red-faced Captain America. 
With that you turn around and leave. The room is silent for a few seconds before you hear your friends all screaming at Steve. You look around for a second and notice that Loki is staring at you with a smirk on his face. When you look him in the eye he raises his glass at you ant takes a sip. 
You give him a small smile and walk through the doors towards the elevator.  
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mischiefthedreamerx · 3 years
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Prince Of Mischief & Scars
Synopsis: Young Loki's secret has been exposed by his brother. The two princes have a talk; will Thor manage to pursued Loki to look beyond their differences? One Shot.
Warning: Minor mention of self harm.
A/N: So Thor and Loki are probably the equivalent to 16 year olds? XD So this is way before the first Thor movie when they are much younger, they age differently so it’s hard to pinpoint an age.
Word Count: 2.4k
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It was late one evening, young Prince Loki sat on the cold floor of his quiet chamber. The ancient sun's rays filtered through the large balcony windows, but the warmth did nothing to lift Loki's sombre mood. He tried to busy himself with a book but soon discarded in beside him and let himself remain in his self-pity like the dramatic trickster that he was.
He pulled his knees up to his chest, one hand holding his clothed wrist. Loki knew what he was doing was pathetic and achieved nothing. If anyone found out, they'd mock him for being weak, perhaps he was? It started off as an accident. A simple magic spell gone wrong breaking a glass orb that was gifted by his mother many years ago. He went to pick up the shards in hopes of salvaging it but instead cut his palms in the frantic effort to pick up the pieces. It was then he realised how the sharp sting from the glass managed to ease his troubling thoughts, he examined the glass cuts, almost mesmerised by it. Loki did not know what possessed him to pick up a shard and keep it, like he was not the one in control. His mother was able to fix the orb, albeit the small missing piece. It had started of slow and simple; he knew what he was doing. Then after a few months, it was too late to undo the damage though he was still careful. It wasn't so simple anymore. But like usual, this daily perfect illusion was making fools of everyone. Though Loki wondered how long for? Long enough to sort out his silly mess.
Loki let out a sigh, briefly closing his eyes. The silence once brought him a sense of peace and comfort to the young prince but lately, it was something he wished to avoid simply because the silence made his thought become more louder and real. Loki refused to keep feeding into this mad addiction but this option, this form of escape, felt much easier than to confront his thoughts; thoughts of the future, of failure, of never feeling good enough when it came to so much. When it came to himself against his brother who naturally seemed to shine brighter.
His silence did not last. A unnaturally loud knock came behind his door.
"Loki?"
Loki grumbled at the sound of his brother's voice.
Another loud knock. "I know you're in there. Open up."
"No. Go away." Loki replied.
"Please..?" Thor pleaded sweetly.
"No."
"I will not hesitate to break this door down. Your choice, brother."
"Mother and Father will not approve." Well not for long anyway. Thor considered it for a moment.
"It can be fixed." Came his careless reply. Then Thor began to count down; "5..4..3..2—"
Before Thor could finish, with a wave of a hand, the door opened and his brother entered closing the door behind him. Thor stood with a smile.
"What?" Loki demanded.
Thor held his hands up in a surrender. "I come in peace, brother. I hope you are well?"
Loki frowned. "I am..?"
Thor came closer. "Ah, but you do not seem well. You are on the floor looking...well, rather miserable."
Loki was half tempted to launch his book straight into Thor's face.
“Well done for stating the obvious, Thor. Now what do you want?”
Loki then felt the air shift around them, the room feeling cold despite the sun. Thor began to look slightly uncomfortable.
Thor then eyed his gaze to the floor as he spoke; "Why harm yourself, brother?" Loki frowned again, unable to understand what his brother was trying to say. Then it clicked, Thor must have noticed. But how? Maybe he had underestimated Thor's attention to detail. Surely Loki had not forgotten to hide his scars with his magic? He often wore long sleeves due to paranoia in case his magic did not last. Loki remained quiet, there was no fooling him now.
"Is life really so dreadful?" Thor asked. Loki turned away. A thin laugh dragged out through his feeble smile as if Thor had told some kind of bad joke.
"The likes of you could never understand."
"Try me." Thor replied brightly as if he was being challenged to a duel. He sat down on the floor next to him, his trademark hero's smile on his face. Loki often wondered how many times his brother had practised that ridiculous expression in the mirror.
"How? How did you know?" Loki asked, feeling intrigued.
"Well, the long sleeves in the hottest months of Asgard. I know that you despise the heat, greatly. The time when we were sparring..your sleeves would fall. I could see the magic fading..or the pain in your eyes as I made contact with your arms. There was a reason why I specifically asked to spare with fists and not weapon."
Loki mentally cursed himself for not being careful enough and for doubting Thor’s intelligence. Loki wanted to disappear, he was now vulnerable; exposed.
A sudden thought caused panic to arise; "Does Mother and Father—"
Thor cut him off with a shake of his head. "They do not know. I would not betray you like that." He said softly.
Loki curled into himself more, he was grateful for that at least.
"Why, Loki? Why do this to yourself? I will not leave until you have answered me." The playfulness in Thor's voice was now gone.
"Because I am not you and never shall be." Loki confessed in irritation. Thor looked puzzled.
"Why would you ever wish to be me? There is nothing wrong with you...apart from the usual trick now and then but no one is perfect." He replied. But there was many things wrong with him. Thor was the near perfect image of a god, a king in training in every way. Though despite his bad temper that got him in trouble. They both had their flaws but Thor had the kind of qualities that made up for them.
“That is not what Father thinks.”
"But our father loves you." Thor said, of course Loki knew Odin loved and cared for his well being too.
"Not how he loves you." Loki felt a tight sensation twist in his chest, he let out a steady breath to ease the pain
"You are jealous." It was not a question. Loki wished to protest but the evidence to Thor's statement was laid bare, he remained quiet till Thor spoke up again;
"You know what they say about jealousy—"
"Do not lecture me," Loki hissed out. "If that is what you came to do then leave. It is more than simple jealousy, Thor. You do not understand.
Loki noticed Thor sinking into himself at the venomous words. This time it was Thor's turn to remain in silence, racking his brain for a decent response.
Think, you fool! He told himself, then he finally said; "How can I possibly understand when you do not talk to me? When you do not talk to anyone? You continue to hide from us expecting what ever you are feeling to just go away. You are smart Loki, far smarter than I, surely you know this is not a logical thing to do."
Loki considered what his brother said. "It is music to my ears to hear you admit I am smarter than you." He said with a sad sense of pride, but Loki already knew he was smarter when it came to using the brain instead of fists.
Thor let out a low chuckle, he knew a few simple words would not make his brother open up. "You still have not answered my question."
Loki smirked. "And which question was that?"
Thor grumbled in defeat causing Loki to feel his mischievous confidence sneak in, though it would not last long. Thor knew a certain mention of someone could be a better option in making his stubborn brother talk.
"At least you have our Mother's favour." Thor said, more cheerful. Loki could agree to that, his mother always encouraged him and his magic, never once mocked him for feeling like he was different, in fact she nurtured his differences. Told him that being different from the rest was a rare gift in disguise but Loki was yet to understand how being an outcast would ever be considered a 'gift'. A gift does not make you feel like a failure. The thought of his mother eased him slightly.
"Mother does not decide who becomes king." Loki replied.
Thor frowned as if Loki had said something in a foreign language. "I did not know you wished to be king?"
"You never asked." Loki said, almost as a whisper.
Did Loki truly wish to be king? Or was it something else he aimed for deep down? Perhaps he desperately wanted to prove to Asgard and his father that he was just like everyone else, just as valid and capable of being King like his brother. To be a warrior of light, of strength and bravery instead of being a wretched little witch who vanquished that kind of light. Thor had not often considered if Loki even wanted to be king. Maybe his growing ego clouded that thought.
"If by chance you do not become king, you shall rule beside me. Together. You and I protecting Asgard and conquering worlds, we would be unstoppable. Then no one would dare to mock you no longer." Thor spoke in his usual voice filled with pride and optimism.
Thor's little speech didn't seem to impress Loki. "So I would be your shadow."
"What? No! Loki, why must you twist my words?" Thor said, almost outraged.
"It is what you implied." Loki brushed his fingers over a clothed wrist. Then began to lightly scratch his palms.
"Was not!" Thor protested back. He breathed out to calm himself, anger was not needed right now. "You feel like you are my shadow?"
Their eyes studied each other, analysing what the other was feeling.
Loki sighed. "Yes."
Thor looked pained, he never knew he was partly the reason behind Loki's suffering. Or never even noticed how his brother had been feeling for all these years.
"You must think me a terrible brother." Thor said, pride be gone.
"You are not so bad, Thor." Loki spoke softly, he wanted nothing more than to see Thor's pained expression disappear. They sat together, both lost in their own thoughts.
Thor stretched out his legs, ready to break the wordless air around them. "I admire you, Loki."
Loki rolled his eyes but Thor was determined to continue. "It's true. You have so much potential inside of you. Mother sees it too. Father will too one day, he is stuck in his old ways and beliefs, like the rest of Asgard. Once he realises how powerful you will become, he'll no doubt consider you fit to be a true king. You are talented and smart, your magic is limitless, unlike any weapon and, well, my tremendous strength. Loki, you should never try to fit in when you were clearly born to stand out, destined for something far greater than the rest."
"Born for what exactly?"
"You decide. It's your life, brother. You are letting others dictate who you should become." Was it too late to decide who he should become when many had already decided for him?
"I'm almost tempted to give you an applause for your wonderful speech." Loki said. Truth be told, he was surprised of the words he had heard. Never did he think Thor had admired him in the slightest.
"A thank you would suffice quite nicely." Thor joked, but he didn't expect anything sincere in return for his little speech because every word he said was the honest truth, he only wished and hoped Loki believed what he said.
"Thank you." Loki said and meant it. Thor's eyes widened in response, mouth hung open.
"And no, I will not repeat myself." Loki spoke once more, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Oh do close your mouth, Thor."
Thor did so, composing himself. "Right, of course." Thor was glad how well their conversation had went. He still wished his brother was willing to open up more but with how Loki was, this was as good as it got. Maybe even better. He may never truly understand Loki but from now on he would look out for him and view him as his equal in every way possible.
”You will stop this?” Thor eyed his brother’s arms.
If only Thor would understand that it wasn’t that easy, but Loki had let his walls fall down too much already to begin explaining.
“I will try.” And he would, he would try for himself and for Thor. Thankfully Thor looked satisfied with his response.
”Is it bad?” Thor asked, slightly hesitant. He didn’t want to begin imaging the kind of physical Loki was feeling. The thought of his brother hurting himself alone in his room made Thor understand what it felt like to be a failure, how he failed to care for Loki in his times of need.
Loki shook his head. “No. It is bearable.”
Thor nodded knowing this was the end of their conversation and stood up.
"Anyway, enough of this melancholy, brother. I think a good sparing session will cheer you up!"
Loki huffed out in annoyance. "Why? When you always win, you brute."
"Fine. How about I let you use your magic this time."
"But Father—"
"Our father won't have to know. " Thor winked and extended his hand. The woven strands of sunlight trailed across Thor's golden smiled face and for a moment, Loki couldn't help but smile back. So Loki looked up at his brother, not in spite but with a sense of fondness and accepted the gesture, letting his brother pull him up.
The princes shared a few seconds of peaceful silence. Loki allowed the glowing warmth of the evening to settle upon him.
"Very well. I'll beat you to the sparring ring." Loki smirked, his typical smile full of mischief. Thor was about to ready himself in bolting out the door but before he could reply or make a single move, Loki had vanished.
"Loki, you cheating rascal!" Thor bellowed out in disbelief, though he shouldn't of been surprised of this little trick. It wasn’t the first time yet Loki still seemed to surprise him.
Thor could hear the sound of distant laughter echoing through the chamber, Thor responded back with a laugh as he raced out of the room to find his brother.
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waiting4inspiration · 4 years
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June Snippets Masterlist (2020)
2020 SNIPPETS MASTER MASTERLIST
JUNE SNIPPETS REQUEST LIST
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VIKINGS
Hvitserk trying to be a wingman for you, but failing miserably. But he gets points for trying
NSFW Being a special kind of omega and needing two alphas, Ivar and Hvitserk
Eating all of Hvitserk’s food because you’re pregnant
Teasing the brothers that you’ll fight them and they think it’s funny (gen z!reader)
NSFW Going to the movies and teasing the boys because the movie is ‘boring’
The brothers fighting about who your favorite is, but you tell them it’s ragnar (gen z!reader)
Falling for Bjorn after being sent back in time (Avengers/Vikings)
Always calling Bjorn ‘old man’ and he starts to respond to that name (gen z!reader)
Being banished and giving birth to Ivar’s son (prequel)
Finally have a daughter after a lot of sons with Ivar and she’s a daddy’s girl
NSFW Spending Valentine’s Day with Hvitserk
Wanting to show Ivar your new dresses (kid!reader crush)
Asking your mother to braid your hair nicely so you can show them off to Ivar (kid!reader crush)
Reuniting Bjorn with one of his sons after he loses him in the shops (single dad!bjorn)
Studying with Hvitserk and Ivar
NSFW Using a safeword with Ivar and feeling guilty about it
Introducing Hvitserk to your dads
Harald knowing he’s a keeper when your daughter asks him if he’s going to be her daddy
Deciding to marry Ivar and Hvitserk to secure your alliance with Kattegat
Giving birth to Sigurd’s child and Ivar being jealous about it (part 3)
Telling the boys you’re pregnant with Ragnar’s and they’re not-so-secretly jealous about it (younger!reader)
Ivar asking Hvitserk for another child when he sees how great of a mother you are
Domestic life with Ivar and Hvitserk
The brothers catching Hvitserk baking cookies with you and wearing a pink apron
Hvitserk and Ivar panicking when you go into labor
Hvitserk and Ivar introducing you as their girlfriend to their brothers (hvitty/reader/ivar)
NSFW Hvitserk and Ivar celebrating your birthday
Telling Ivar that your dead ex-husband is haunting the house
Fighting with Hvitserk and Ivar on a road trip because they think they know direction better than a GPS
Ivar showing up on your wedding day and telling you he still loves you
Going on a fancy dinner date with Ivar and Hvitserk
Ivar falling for you and getting jealous when men touch you (stripper!reader)
The brothers saying the Hvitserk is whipped by he just knows how to please his woman
NSFW Teasing Ivar at his family’s house during dinner
NSFW Skinny dipping with Hvitserk
Ivar confessing his feelings after you get into a new relationship
NSFW Hvitserk showing you how much he wants you after you tease him all day.
Breaking down in front of Hvitserk and Ivar because of all the stress
Ivar meeting his grown son he didn’t know about
NSFW Asking Hvitserk what he wants to eat when he complains he’s hungry and he goes down on you
Meeting Ivar and getting a crush on him (kid!reader crush) (prequel)
Introducing Ragnar and the brothers to the Thor movies (gen z!reader)
Your parents disowning you when you refuse to stop seeing Ubbe
Ivar introducing himself to you after stalking you since you moved in across the street
Losing you pacies on purpose so you can suck on Ivar’s fingers (little!reader)
Talking about your feeling in the aftermath of having sex with Ivar (part 2)
Ivar thanking you for giving him his twin sons
Not knowing if your child is Ivar’s or Hvitserk’s, but they both agree to raise the child regardless of who the father is
MARVEL
Staring some kind of poly relationship with Bucky and Steve after meeting up in Wakanda when Bucky comes out of cryo
Cuddling with Alpha Bucky after a mission because he’s too tired to do anything else
You and Loki scenting your two newborn pups
Dating Bucky in secret because you don’t want Peter to know
Alpha Steve scenting you when you feel uncomfortable because someone’s getting too close
WITCHER
Being Geralt’s wife and Jaskier being like a son to you
Geralt being jealous that you’re spending a lot of time with a man, but not knowing that it’s a doctor because you’re pregnant
Alpha Jaskier feeling his pup kicking
Realizing Geralt is your soul mate because the pattern on his tail matches yours (mermaid au)
Geralt coming to a kingdom to help kill a monster, finding that Jaskier is a prince now because he married you
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milwrites · 4 years
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Weird that it happened twice, right?
chapter four - masterlist
a/n: i’m really proud of this one, it’s a real favourite of mine, and is the end of where the story follows canon. obviously no one has died that does in-game, and i intend it to stay that way :) italics are john/narrator as usual :)))
word count: 3k
T/W: sexual assault, death, blood, lots of swearing.
Fingertips brushed against each other once more as guards pulled us in opposing ways, the 17 men being separated from the 2 women. I resisted violently, the men restraining me simply slipping a gag into my screaming mouth. A yell from John and I was thrown into the second cell in the past month. The women around me were terrifying to begin with, all of them much older than me and they spoke with not an ounce of tenderness, but I appeared to bring out the maternal nature in all of them. Perhaps the sight of a battered teenager in a prison that most died in before they were even hung softened even the hardest of hearts. They all seemed to protect me in some way; a few offered me some of their food from between the bars, others sliding me illicit bars of floral soap. I didn’t know what to make of it, didn’t think I deserved it until many of them opened up. They were mainly killers, but most had exacted revenge on a man who wronged them, and then kept killing. I told them stories in return. I had been educated as a member of the upper class, even if I had been treated poorly, and could recall many tales that had offered me escape from my life. I told told them stories of the mighty Thor and devious Loki from the norse myths, and managed to condense entire plays of Shakespeare into about ten minutes. It let us leave the penitentiary for a while, go to Asgard or Venice or the faerie kingdom of a Midsummer night's Dream.
John didn’t get the same level of closeness with his inmates. The men were killers or worse, and while John could play the act better than all of them, he stayed silent as much as possible. His thoughts were so loud as to overpower his voice, he could feel death coming once more and this time he knew Vesta wouldn’t appear to save him. He wished he could have said good bye to Jack. He wished he could have told the kid how much he loved him, how proud he was, how he was going to be a great man one day. He knew Arthur would look after him, and hoped that upon seeing the man assume responsibility for a child, Mary Linton would return to him, and they would raise Jack as best they could. If not, he consoled himself that Sean and Karen adored the child, would spoil him rotten of course, but he would be happy. He wondered if he’d been good enough. He decided he hadn’t. Decided that a good father would have quit this life long ago, a good father most definitely wouldn’t be hung for his crimes before his child could celebrate his 5th birthday. Tears were falling freely, as he thought about the boy being told neither parent would return home, that he would never ride down to the river to see deer with Vesta again, never play cowboys wearing his father’s hat again. He bit his fingernails to stumps and his lips a bleeding mess just considering every one of his past mistakes.
A prison guard rattled my cell to wake me. My sleep was fitful, dreams bloody. I’d braided my hair days ago, flyaways sticking to my sweaty face, which to the guard must have seemed like an invitation to enter my cell and pin me to the wall. I scratched and bit and kicked at him, my every effort doing nothing against the large man. I was crying great gulping tears, terrified at what was about to happen and even in the moment feeling guilty as I thought of John. The man let out a choked gurgle, the wet sound of blood filling his throat.
The woman in the cell beside her had been hiding a shiv for weeks, not planning on using it but keeping hold nevertheless. She had lodged it in the man’s meaty neck, and I pushed him off me, shaking with residual fear and snot still dribbling down my chin. “We- we’ve got to-“ I sniffed. “Got to get him out- and hide the shiv.” I never got the chance to move him. Other guards had heard the racket and were gathering outside the cell. A younger man pulled him out before locking my cell again, and I cried out in horror as they shot my saviour there and then. Gone. She didn’t cry out as she fell, her eyes only widened and her lips parted in a silent gasp. A fresh set of tears gilded my cheeks, the woman having given her life only to protect me from the assault almost every woman in the jail had been through. I wondered if it had been the kindness I had tried to offer, or how young I seemed, or even that it was that enough women had been through hell at the hands of the guards, but it would stick with me forever, the selflessness of a self-proclaimed murderer.
I felt hollow and empty, like the fear of death had been wiped from my mind. Death was so casual here. There were hangings every day, multiple at once. The guards told me regularly that I was to be hung with Marston, and it gave me comfort to know the last face she saw would be the one she loved most dearly. It even set me counting down the days, eagerly waiting to die at the promise of seeing him once more. How far away England seemed, that simplicity of life only punctuated by threats and callous words.
I didn’t see the balloon pass over, and was unaware of the commotion it had caused. I also didn’t hear the shots fired as a set of guards were killed out in the fields and an ultimatum was shouted over the prison walls. And what an ultimatum it was.
My cell door was opened by a scared looking boy, barely older than myself, the grip he held on my shoulders tight enough to bruise. I knew in that moment my time had come, and wryly wondered if this would get me to Valhalla. I welcomed death at that point, as it meant seeing John, maybe for all eternity. I held my head high.
Until I was greeted by an ever-so familiar voice.
“She don’t look too bad all things considered. Head’s still up high ain’t it, Mrs Adler?” The deep tenor of Arthur Morgan was joined by Mrs Sadie Adler’s western drawl. “Let’s get Marston and then we can assess our wounds maybe.”
I gaped at the sound of them, speaking lowly to the boy still gripping me tightly. “Well I’ll be damned.” It had been long decided in my mind that no one was coming for us; the first few weeks had me nursing a candle of hope that spluttered out soon after.
Cobblestones gave way to weed ridden grass under my bare feet even as the cast iron gate of Sisika Penitentiary groaned and shuddered its way open. I stumbled across the threshold, over it, and out onto the island, wasting no time in careering into arthur. He slipped me a revolver and a clip of ammunition. Another protesting screech of ill-fitted hinges and the gates rolled open for a second time.
He’d grown a beard, I noted with a face of disgust.
The miserable expression he’d worn for over a month faded away to a tentative smile at the moment he saw her wrinkled nose and creased brows. A niggling voice in his head hissed poisonous accusations against the girl: she hated him now, she had been hoping he rotted there so she could leave and live a better life. She suffocated it with a beaming grin, leaving Arthur’s side to cannon into him at full pelt, only knocking most of the air out his lungs. She mumbled into his chest, a slurred comment about how much she’d missed him, peppered with expletives and the odd nonsensical noise. A low rumble of mirth and a sharp exhalation of air was his only reply, him not trusting words enough to express himself.
“Ah hate to break up this heartfelt reunion but they are startin’ to shoot at us.” Reminded Arthur, the world having faded quite away for us both. Indeed, bullets were raining down from the battlements, being blocked only by the brick wall the convicts and their rescuers had gone and hidden behind. Chunks of plaster flew from the wall, chinks of light shining through. Sadie started issuing orders.
“John, (Y/N), make a run for it now ‘n’ we’ll cover you. There’s a boat in the marshland.”
We bolted. John seized my hand and held tight, his long strides easily outstripping my much smaller ones, and practically dragging me across the fields. Engaging the guards was suicide, between us we had 12 shots while each guard would have around 16 - and would be on horseback too. Instead we hid, darting from cover to cover, Arthur and Sadie leaving piles of bodies in their ever destructive wake. I saw the boat with a gasp, the sudden realisation that I was still alive, still with John and oh-
We would see Jack again.
John clambered into the boat first, giving me a hand climbing in. Two neat piles of clothes sat in the bottom of it, one with a hat on top and the other with- “Are those my guns?” pure delight shine through my question, my eyes lighting up as I spied the distinctive blued metal of my pistols. I rummaged a little more in the pile to find that they were my clothes too, and I scrambled to get changed while we waited for Sadie and Arthur. John did the same, happier to see his hat than guns, but expressing enjoyment at the reassuring weight of them at his hip. I let out another delighted laugh; I had found that Sadie had fully stocked my bandolier with ammunition, it spanning my chest with shiny cartridges peeping out from their leather keepers.
The gunfire came closer, Sadie taking a running jump into the boat and Arthur following closely, giving the boat a powerful push before entering it himself. For a while the only noise was the splash of the oars hitting the smooth water and the breathless recovery of the fighters, until John spoke up. “I don’t know how to thank you. I thought Dutch was gonna orphan Jack if I'm bein’ honest.” Arthur and Sadie exchanged apprehensive glances. Arthur inhaled deeply, looking pained as he explained himself. “Dutch, well he didn’t exactly sanction us comin’ for yer. He actually told us not to. Said he had a plan and such but it was bullshit so we came anyway. So don’t expect a great welcome I guess.”
The silence returned again, none of us knowing exactly how to respond.
beaver hollow - 1899
John didn’t know how many more times he could cradle her close to him like this, broken and beaten. He held back his rage for Jack’s sake, who was soundly sleeping leant against his father’s other side, too tired to fully register their return. He hated that his every dream ended with her dying in his arms, and that he had to wake up and see her dreaming the same dreams. She shifted in her sleep, muttering something that sounded distinctly like a threat, and moved closer to him. Beaver Hollow set him on edge. They didn’t have a proper tent, more a canvas shelter with two bedrolls under it, and he found himself shielding her with his body from prying eyes when she woke up in distress most nights.
I hadn’t told him what happened in Sisika. It seemed needless to me; he already knew it had been hell, because he’d been though it too. I didn’t need any more pity from him either.
The early hours of the morning cast a rosy glow over our prone bodies and the quiet stillness of the camp. Neither us them were asleep, both pretending for the others sake that we were.
“John? I need you over here a moment.” Dutch hollered from the other side of the hollow. Not receiving more response, he strode over to them, calling John again. “Can it wait?” I had no trace of patience in the way I spoke to him. I hadn’t challenged Dutch's seeming lack of action to spring them from prison, but the deep injustice was constantly boiling beneath my skin. “You aren’t busy, Miss (L/N). Neither is John.” Her tone had riled Dutch and he talked coldly to her, still taking the moral high ground as ever. I had sat up to speak to him, a shawl draped across my shoulders to for warmth. John started to stir, placing a restraining hand at my arm that I ignored. Dutch turned from me entirely, addressing John about a job he wanted to send him on. I fucking snapped. Stood up and started talking. “Shut the fuck up. Shut up. How can you ask him to go out on a job for you right now? We have been back less than 24 hours, Dutch, his son hasn’t even been able to speak to him yet. Remember his son? The one you were more than happy to orphan as long as it didn’t mess up your goddamn plan? You claim to care about every one of us, and yet when it really comes to it it’s only Micah fucking bell that you rescue every single time. You sprung him from the gallows within a week, and let me and john rot there for more than a month, let jack be parentless for a month.” I laughed a spite filled laugh. “But fuck it, eh? We’re back now aren’t we? Never mind the fact that we were beaten to shit in the meantime, never mind the fact that he might not be ready to head out again. At least you still have the money.” A crowd was gathering, Micah moving to Dutch and urging him to shut me up. Dutch shrugged him off, letting me continue. “You know. A woman died for me. She had no ties to me, had no idea who the flying fuck I was, and yet she gave her life to protect me. A guard tried to rape me. In my cell. And she stuck a shiv through his throat. That woman was a killer, a murderer, a convict, and yet she was willing to die for me having known me three weeks. She did more for me than you. I have stole and lied and why? Because you asked me to.” My voice had broken, tears streaming down my cheeks and yet never breaking eye contact with Dutch. John’s hand reached for his gun, Arthur stopping him, at my words. I didn’t look at him, but reached my hand out to meet his, gripping his fingers tightly. I swallowed. Turned around and scooped a now awake Jack into my arms, wordlessly carrying him to the horses as he begged to see Bonnie.
Everything changed for Dutch in those moments. He watched the girl carry the boy toward the horse that had been so aggressive without her, her small body relaxing as she patted her mare. Piglet followed over, then John, who settled next to her with his arm around her waist. A family. He saw then that it was a family that without Arthur and Sadie would have been broken beyond repair, the child an orphan and the two animals never to see their mistress again. The sight of Jack wriggling from (Y/N)’s arms to play with the terrier forced him to recall watching the boy crying inconsolably into her wiry fur. It had been 2 weeks since John and (Y/N) had gone, and Jack had thrown as many tantrums as he could muster to bring them home. Exhausted, hurt and with nothing having changed, the boy had sat on the floor and cried floods of silent tears, which Piglet had come over to lick away. The dog had sat herself as close as she could before him and allowed him to just clutch at her. Dutch had ignored it as best he could, ignored Hosea too, refusing to take responsibility and instead letting Micah assure him that it was for the greater good. He should have known the man was only too happy to let them die. He felt a fool. “Quit wallowin’.” Arthur's voice cut through his self-pity. Dutch glared at him for a moment before nodding and moving to leave his tent. Arthur caught his arm. “I tell you this now, Dutch, I will kill Micah myself if you don’t. he’s a rat. he’s why Pinkertons been findin’ us so damn fast.” His voice was low with anger. “You do it. I'm done killing.”
We were still playing with the horses, I had myself wrapped up and grooming Bonnie's sleek coat properly, luxuriating in the way I was able to talk to John about nothing in particular. Jack and Piglet had tired already, sat side by side with Old boy grazing beside them. Dutch cleared his throat. I didn’t look up from the knot I was pulling from my mare’s tail. John raised his head, face set and arms folded, expecting confrontation.
“Sorry isn’t going to cut it. I know that.” Dutch began with his hands as if in surrender. “But I can only offer you my heartfelt apologies - I failed you, my son, you and your family. And vesta I-“
I turned around to look at him, my face already softening. “I can never understand how it must have been. But I'm getting you out of this. All of you. No more plans. I was thinking-“ I cut him off, filled with a rush off forgiveness for him, an urge to hug him taking over me. I never had that much self-restraint. I looked up at him from the hug. “Let’s start again.”
We watched the sun setting across Roanoke ridge, basking in the residual warmth before the wintery chill of November air really set in. He pulled me in even closer, his warmth spreading into me, he and kissed the top of my head.
“Let’s start again.”
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lowkeyassgard · 4 years
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Can you imagine Loki doing chores and like miserably failing? Like white clothes turn pink and he breaks like 500 dishes 😂😂😂
DAY 5 OF LOKI VS. EARTH: CHORES
Day 5 of the quarantine series and today I did something a little different. Inspired by the ask above I decided to not write Loki as pissed off but as smug.
One shot summary: Loki is asked to clean up after himself for the first time and he thinks he is doing a great job! Valkyrie does not agree.
Author’s note: I started something called the quarantine series as a way to help others get through this tough time. To join in just write a one shot and tag it with #quarantine series. Also if you do join in please message me so I can see it :)
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Since the destruction of Asgard, Loki and the remaining Asgardians lived on Earth. They lived in Norway where it was rainy and cold. Loki loved it.
Loki would walk up and down the pier greeting all those he saw. Everything about New Asgard was perfect for him. The weather was cold. The people were nice. The new food was delicious. The only thing that Loki didn’t like is all the responsibilities Valkyrie had placed upon him when she became the new king.
It’s not like it was hard or burdensome. He just didn’t want to do it. Valkyrie gave him the duty of watching over the people and keeping them out of trouble. That was the exact opposite of Loki. Well the old Loki. Loki was tryna to be a better person who actually was respected by his community. So with plenty of whining he spent all day every day watching and protecting the people.
There wasn’t much to watch since most of them spent their day fishing, weaving, or conversing with others. On days like this Loki (making sure no one was watching him) would take off his shoes, and dangle his feet into the icy water.
Today just so happened to be one of those days; so Loki was on the pier with a book and his bare pasty feet just kicking the water. He would be embarrassed if someone was to find him like this but at this time of day everyone was busy in their homes. So he allowed himself a little bit of relaxation and would occasionally scoop down to splash the water. Loki loved the way it chilled his skin and relaxed his blood.
Before leaving his room Loki hadn’t listen to Thor’s advice to not stay out long cause there was a big storm coming. He had just ran out like his Asgardian ass was on fire. So when the first raindrop touched his skin Loki was pissed. He gathered up his shoes and ran home to avoid the down pour that was sure to come. His feet sliding in mud puddles as he went. By the time he reached the home he shared with Thor and Valkyrie he had mud clear up to his knees. He was like a wet dog.
He walked in and his feet left little black imprints across the linoleum flooring. He sat his shoes down by the door and immediately went to the sink to wash his hands that were now also covered in mud. The brown water splashing over the dishes that were in the sink. After he was done he stripped his wet muddy clothes off and threw them into the laundry room. Someone would clean up after him. They always did. Not caring that he left a huge mess in his arrival Loki retired to his bed to take a much needed nap. It was tiring to be a good person.
“LOKI ODINSON. GET YOUR JOTUN ASS IN HERE.”
Loki immediately woke up from his nap. Damn it Valkyrie. She knew that he didn’t sleep well at night and always came home for a afternoon siesta. How dare she disrupt it. This better me good Loki thought to himself.
Loki quickly slid on a pair of pants and a black shirt and made his way into the kitchen. There waiting for him was a very pissed off Valkyrie.
“So I am not sure if you think there’s a maid coming in, but there’s not. There is mud on the floor, the dishes, and the laundry. And you just left it there.” Valkyrie stood there with her arms crossed. He would never admit it but Valkyrie mad was a little intimidating.
“Val.”
“Don’t Val me. Thor and I have been cleaning up after you since we moved here. It’s one thing to wash your three pairs of black clothes but it’s another when you act like a pig.”
“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” Loki said. He didn’t get what the big deal was but knew it was best to just try to make her less angry.
“You’re right you won’t because today you will be not the god of mischief but the god of cleaning. So get a pair of gloves cause it’s about to get dirty.”
Val left after briefly describing how she normally cleaned everything. She of course left him with a list of things to clean. She said she would return in awhile to check in on him and he had better be finished. Never in his life had he had to perform such belittling tasks. He was a god. He should not have to tidy up anything. Valkyrie was his king and he would respect her orders. So he slid on the pink rubber gloves she had left him and stared at the mess before him.
Loki thought these tasks would be easy but they were far from it.
First up was laundry and he couldn’t tell the difference between the soap and the softener. They looked the same to him. He had no clue how much to put in or how much clothes went in one load. Loki assumed it was as easy as just add soap, add water, add clothes, and then bam clean. With that mindset he stuck in 2 cups of each liquid and toss all the clothes in the hamper in the water. He closed the lid and mentally checked it off his list.
Next, he was to mop the entrance and the kitchen of the brown mud foot prints he had left. The mop was soaking wet and he had no clue how splashing water all over the floor, circling it with a cloth was going to make anything clean. He tried to ring out the mop but is uncoordinated spoiled ass kept hitting himself in the face with the end each time. He grew so tired that he dumped the whole mop bucket across the floor and said fuck it. It would dry and when it did it better be rid of mud or he would set the mop and bucket on fire.
To the dishes which he assumed would be the easiest. He filled the sink with water and began to scrub at the plates and cups. The whole issue was that they had been sitting in the sink for hours so the mud was dry and hard. So he struggled to return the dishes back to their white state. He was a god and surely he could buy new dishes so if he couldn’t get it off he just threw them in the trash. It made his job extremely easy because when he was done they were left with one plate, one bowl, one cup, and a handful of spoons. Everything else was broken in the trash.
He assume he was done and believed he did a good job. As he was drying the remaining dishes Valkyrie arrived back home. She walked in and was immediately disappointed. She saw the dishes that laid shattered in the trash and the puddle of water that formed around the sink.
She reached in to the trash to pick up the remains of her favorite coffee cup.
“Loki, you can’t just break everything when you can’t figure it out.”
“What do you mean? Of course I can. See?” Loki slammed the one remaining plate to the ground. The shards now floating in the water.
“Problem? No more!”
“LOKI.”
“I don’t know why you’re so mad. You’ll never have to do dishes again. We will just eat out.”
“No. Loki. What about the floor? It’s soaked and ruined.”
“Okay well let’s throw down some sea salt and act like it’s the beach. I do love me some fun.”
“Loki you are so..” Valkyrie never finished her sentence because at once there was a loud commotion coming from the laundry room.
“LOKI WHAT DID YOU DO?”
“The laundry. Like you asked.”
Soapy water came pouring underneath the door. The water now mixing with the muddy water.
“Hey! At least the floor will be clean.” Loki said. It was true. The soap would rid the mud from the floor. The way he winged everything and yet it was going so smoothly for him. No dishes, a clean floor, and laundry was done. Good job Loki.
Valkyrie slowly opened the door and screamed. The washer was overflowing with water and soap. She quickly ran to turn the water off. Loki stepped through the water to see if the clothes were at least clean. Much to his surprise they were clean and now pink! Wow the magic of this machine!
Valkyrie came up behind him to discover the state of the clothes. She sighed.
“Loki did you not sort the clothes? Like I said specifically said to.”
“I did. I sorted the clothes from the hamper.”
“You turned them pink. You broke the washer. You broke all our dishes. You ruined the floor. Loki, you are to never do chores again.”
“I would rather burn this whole house down than touch another plate.”
“Well because of you that won’t be a problem. “ Valkyrie walked off. She would spend the rest of the day calling maintenance and repair shops to come fix the mess Loki had made.
“You’re welcome.” Loki smirked. He was proud of himself. He didn’t want to clean and yet he did such a great job. Such a great job she never wanted him to do it again. He considered that a win. He would be more considerate in the future but damn no one can solve the dishes like he can. Valkyrie is probably just mad that she didn’t think of the idea of breaking all the dishes.
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veliseraptor · 4 years
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it’s that time again, by which I mean ‘the time when I’m going to be on a bus for several hours tomorrow and like using that as writing time, so I’m going to do a 150 words meme because it’s usually good for me’ so - send me up to three numbers and I will write 150 words in that fic
included in this list is my original project because I want to stop being scared of it. there are twelve projects to choose from for this round.
1. Kazem probed his teeth with his tongue to see if any had come loose, though it was perhaps a moot point. The state of his teeth wouldn’t matter much if he was dead. They all seemed to be more or less in place, though, to his relief; foolish vanity, maybe, but then he didn’t have much but his vanity left.
“What do you want me to say,” he ground out. “Am I meant to deny it?”
She snarled. “You could try.” 
“So you can kick me again? No, thank you.” Kazem closed his eyes. “If you are going to kill me, would you mind getting it over with? I don’t have anything to say to you.”  (the ex villain project)
2. “Steve,” he said. “Give me some credit for knowing you, and being able to see when something ails you more than just weariness.”
Steve’s jaw worked. “If Loki won’t-”
“Loki won’t speak to me,” Thor interrupted. “He’s been avoiding me for the past two days. He is very good at it.” 
Steve hesitated, but he shook his head again. “I’m sorry,” he said, and really did sound it. “But it’s not...my place.” He paused, and then said, “don’t,” and then stopped.
“Don’t what?” Thor prompted.
“Don’t...push him too hard,” Steve said, after a few seconds of silence. “He’s not...he’s been through a lot.” Norns, he sounded so miserable. (The Road Not Taken)
3. Lymond stirred to somewhat regrettable consciousness but did not immediately stir, the eyes remaining half-closed. He rallied defenses left in disarray, and his companion, graciously, allowed it.
“Luminibus servabant atque in statione manebant. My Panoptes. Have you found your observation edifying?” (et ipsi sunt jacula)
4. He slid his fingers into my hair then and pulled my head back until my neck hurt and said, “do you know what I am going to do to you now, darling?”
I swallowed and shook my head.
“It is an old piece of magic,” Malkar said, and his voice was like velvet, but velvet with a knife under it or something, and I’d’ve sworn I could feel it all the way down in my bones. “It is called the obligation d’sang. Do you know what that means?”
I shook my head again.
“It is also known as the binding-by-blood,” Malkar said, still in that voice, and he let me go and stood up. “You are my student now, Felix. Do you know what that makes me?” (Pygmalion)
5. “If you don’t want me here, I needn’t stay,” he said sharply. “I only thought to update you on the state of affairs-”
“Loki,” she said, and he cut off. Tense, she observed, and there was a new wariness - or an old wariness returned. A sense of something ever so slightly gone awry, though she still couldn’t quite pin down what it was. “I didn’t say that I didn’t want you here. Why are you trying to run?”
“I am not–” Loki hissed. His jaw tightened and he let out a slow breath. “It hasn’t been the best of months. That is all.” 
“It makes me nervous when you’re cryptic.” 
He flashed her a brittle smile. “Good. It’ll keep you on your toes.” (Persecution)
6. “Is there anyone else you trust?” 
Valkyrie? Not entirely. Heimdall? With Asgard’s best interests, yes; with himself, no. Frigga, once, but she’d been gone for years. “No.” 
Rogers’ expression softened, the corner of his mouth tugging briefly downward. “That sounds incredibly lonely.”
Loki’s teeth clicked together and he almost flinched. “I endure,” he said coldly, and started walking. 
“I’m just saying,” Rogers said. “Maybe it doesn’t need to be like that. You could at least try having a little faith in other people.”
“I could,” Loki said, “but I’d rather not. Given my status, it would be a quick way to get myself killed.” (the first steps stumbling forward)
7. He could feel Loki’s stare on his back as he strode out, his mind already whirling. He knew this was, practically speaking, a terrible idea. His friends would certainly think so. Somewhere in his head Clint was shouting at him about dangerous and insane and he’ll do anything to get any kind of power he can, but...they’d find some other way of containing Loki. Something that wasn’t this, because there had to be another way. The geas wasn’t really about containment, after all. It was about torture. 
Steve grabbed a large pad of paper and a pen off his desk, took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and headed back to Loki’s rooms, feeling a little like he was going into battle. He supposed that after a manner of speaking he was. 
He knocked on the door and waited, again, for Loki to open it. He hadn’t quite managed to wipe the confusion off his face, at least not completely. 
“What…”
Steve held up the pad of paper. “We,” he said, “are going to do some brainstorming.” (Tear My Castle Down)
8. Sometimes, Steve had thought, handling Loki was a bit like battlefield tactics. For better results when it went well, though, and fewer casualties if it went badly. Usually just Loki’s disappearance for a day or two before he came slinking warily back, an apology on his tongue and braced for rejection. (The Closing Ring)
9. “I don’t understand,” he said blurrily, “why you won’t just - finish it.” 
“I told you-”
‘I don’t mean...killing me,” Loki said. “I mean - breaking me. You could. It wouldn’t be hard. Why don’t you?” 
She was silent. Loki counted five breaths before she said, “let’s table that for when you’re not quite so out of it.”
Tell me now, he wanted to insist, I need to know, but he was still having a hard time talking and he was afraid if he argued with her she would leave, and he didn’t want to be alone right now. He didn’t know what he would do if he were, and didn’t want to know. (Perception)
10. He knew where he needed to go. Where the power was. Where the power was, he could steal some for himself. Perhaps, depending on what this Grandmaster was like, more than some. With power came safety, and with safety came the opportunity to gain a foothold. And then…
And then what? Will you stay here for the rest of your life, safely hidden, far from Asgard and your thrice-damned adoptive sister?
The answer that occurred to him was bleak: where else are you going to go? (the rapture of that cruelty)
11. “Loki admires you,” Frigga said. “He looks to you and sees a role model.”
Hela blinked. “Is that so,” she said. 
“Yes,” Frigga said. “You are his older sister. You are powerful, strong, fearless. Sure of yourself. Of course he admires you. Thor does as well, though he does not want to admit it. That is something you can throw away if you wish, but you might remember that even a Queen does not rule truly alone.”
Hela smoothed out her expression, hoping her surprise was hidden. Frigga spoke as though she expected Hela to rule. As though she did not intend to try to push her aside in favor of her own child. There was all likelihood it was a ploy, of course, but it was still...interesting. 
Then again, Frigga was not the kind to make her animosity obvious, or her plans transparent. (swords into plowshares)
12. “Fighting over what?” 
“Long story,” Steve said. He didn’t particularly want to try explaining twentieth-century politics to an alien. Loki had enough trouble with some aspects of modern democracy, and he’d been living here for almost a century. “Regardless, I thought he was in trouble. He wasn’t, but I guess I got his attention because he kept dropping by.” 
He could see Thor thinking back. “He never said anything.”
There were several biting things Steve thought of to say, but he held them back and just shrugged. 
“And...eventually he came to stay?” Thor shifted. “Did he tell you why?” 
“Yes,” Steve said. “He said it was because he would be killed if anyone found out he was a - Jotun. He was just going to say goodbye. I asked him to stay.” He wanted to say he was terrified and miserable and sick with it, but he’d only be saying it to hurt. (Thunderstorms)
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imagine-loki · 6 years
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dear diary
TITLE: Dear Diary
CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 2 of 4 AUTHOR: Eclectica-posts ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki comforting you when you’re crying. He knows exactly what to do or say to help you through it. RATING: Mature, with a lot more mature in further chapters.  NOTES/WARNINGS:
THOR RAGNAROK SPOILERS
Smut, fluff and bad jokes.
The children of Asgard weren’t the only ones of that cliff in Norway.
Sophie recalls the events of Sakaar and Ragnarok from her point of view, as she found herself thrust into a Universe beyond her imagining, and meets a familiar face.
— This is Chapter 2, 2 more to be uploaded, smut sort of starts in this one starts from Chapter 2.
Story so far can be found at Archive of our own
Canon compliant, it’s written with the same timeline and series of events as per Thor Ragnarok - like a story line that happened but didn’t make it into the film.
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The big tournament fights luckily didn’t happen that often, I think mainly because the Grandmaster was currently quite short of contenders, so he had devised other ways of passing the time.
This, unlike the fight, I do remember clearly.
“We have to do what???” I cried as I picked and clutched a minute gold bikini in disbelief.
“The Grandmaster likes to show his gladiators off to his top clients so they clean us up, oil us down and get us to serve drinks and generally walk around looking buff” said Korg who was trying, and failing, to pick up a long length of the same gold fabric with his huge boulder hands.
“You might have to help me with this loin-cloth actually, Mike used to do it, but…” Korg looked as sad as a face made of granite could for a moment “and I’m not asking Miekke” he concluded, rather sensibly since his friend had knives for hands.
“And do it tight, last time I had women trying to play with my pebbles all night” Despite the appalling situation about to unfold I burst into helpless giggles.
“It wasn’t funny” Korg sniffed, hurt by my laughter. I patted his arm consolingly, accidently starting a small rockfall of shale.
From my studies in Roman history when I was an undergrad student, I knew that this had been a common ritual back back on Earth - all the rich and powerful liked a bit of rough to grope and leer at. Only thing was  I had never thought I’d be the bit of rough.
The only upside of the whole demeaning thing was that I got the chance to have a wash and change into something other than the leather armour I’d been wearing for days. A team of giggling women had descended into the gladiator pen tasked with getting us ready for the evening’s entertainment. The two that had brushed and done up my hair looked quite annoyed they had missed out on helping one of the other male fighters who were taking great delight in being oiled all over.
They awkwardly held the perfumed oil bottle out to me, but I declined. I looked silly enough wearing a bikini with a little train of fabric attached to my arse like a chicken, let alone being shiny. The gold arm rings they wrapped around my upper arms were a nice touch though, I had to concede, and they hide the scar of my healing war-wound. They might also come in useful as I could try and ram them down the throat of anyone who tried to touch my pebbles or anything else.
Deciding I should find out how ridiculous I really did look, I tentatively stepped in front of a full length mirror. My blonde hair had been curled and pinned up so I looked less scruffy than usual when it was down on my shoulders loose. As someone who on Earth wore a one piece and who had always felt a little too big, a little too chunky I was shocked that I was delighted by the reflection staring back at me. My body looked strong but lush - curves and strength combined. For all I hated the idea of a bikini it certainly did great things for my boobs, I had to admit. I felt like a warrior princess and the knowledge that I still had Loki’s knife in my boot gave me a sense of power and confidence.
The column of gladiators made an impressive sight as we walked silently and impassively into the huge neon-lit ballroom, pulsing with techo synth. We were directed to stand along the wall, like a live art installation or cattle market. We were the walking advertising for the power and wealth of the Grandmaster while the guests danced languidly or lounged on huge bright velvet couches. As the only woman in the line I could feel the eyes of the party goers on my body so I made sure I kept my eyes resolutely above their heads and looked i around room instead, taking in the fantastically dressed party goers.
We’d been warned that any violence or attempt at escape would have rather fatal consequences, but I still couldn’t keep my eyes from darting to the guarded doors looking for an opportunity to find a way out. Of course, even if I’d made it out the doors I had no idea how to get back to Earth, and outside the city seemed more perilous than in here. Frankly, after seeing what lived out in the rubbish dumps, dying in the arena was a better way to go than being cannibalised.
Slowly I realised that one by one the gladiators were being called away by the guests, chosen like cakes from a window front. They followed their new masters either looking rather pleased when they had been selected by an attractive woman or man or impassively if their new ‘friend’ was less to their liking. The line was getting shorter and shorter, and this was one time that I was definitely not going to be concerned about being picked last for the team. This was one game I did not want to play.
“Hello there pretty, are you a pussy cat or a tiger?” simpered a short fat man, with more chins than I’d thought physically possible to possess. He was so diminutive that I hadn’t seen him walk up to me as he was so far below my eyeline. Dressed in a shiny silver wrap he reminded me of a well done baked potato in tin-foil. Worse than his appearance was that I realised that in his hands he held two chains, each attached around the necks of two miserable looking young girls, thin, mottled with bruises and even more underdressed than me.
“I, I…” I stammered. Of course we had been warned that saying no wasn’t an option, it would be seen as the deepest offence to the Grandmaster’s friends, but I knew that there was no way I could go anywhere near this person and do whatever it was he was going to expect me to do.
I was abruptly aware of a presence close by my side, his scent now familiar. Where the hell had he come from, I wondered. I hadn’t spotted him the room. Not that I had been looking, of course.
“Lord Perris, Your Magnificence, apologies for my rude intrusion but I happened to notice you appeared to be giving this unworthy specimen the gift of your company.” I gave Loki a surprised look, wondering where he was going with this, not sure whether to be insulted or grateful. Loki ignored me completely, smiling in a concerned and deeply attentive manner at my new friend.
“While I can understand your initial interest, I thought it only best to warn you. Last week I had the unfortunate experience of spending some time with this creature, and I could not in good conscious allow you to make the same grave error.” He concluded, giving me a stern look. Taking his lead, I tried to look suitably admonished and shamed, while desperately trying to hide a smile.
“But sir, whatever do you mean? If you mean she’s not biddable, then I have more than enough experience at breaking their spirits” the baked potato simpered back in reply.
Loki lent down and whispered something in his ear. Perris visibly recoiled, staring in horror at me. I had no idea what he had said, but it must have been bad to put him off. He patted Loki on the arm “you poor man, I must commend you for saving me from such a distasteful experience! Come, we go!” he spun on his heels, his two slaves dragged in his wake. I watched him waddle off and then share the news with with others from his group, all of whom then shot me equally appalled looks.
“What did you say to him?” I whispered.
“That you gave me an incredibly awful rash and I almost lost my manhood to the infection. It was touch and go for a while there I told him” Loki whispered back, still gifting the room with his charming smile. I was so relieved I broke out into giggles but quickly tried to look solemn, and even a bit apologetic for my diseased state.
“I think it may be best for you to leave before you attract any further attention” he added, taking my hand in his.
I followed him to a quieter side chamber, mostly empty except for two low couches and walls covered in book shelves. It was beautiful, I had always loved libraries and this was awe inspiring, books and scrolls gathered on hundreds of shelves, just waiting to be explored. I opened up a gorgeously bound volume and sighed in regret - I’d been silly of course to expect it to be in any language I could speak. The text was foreign to me and impenetrable.
“Give it to me” Loki held out his hands and gently took the book from me. He made a small gesture with his right hand and a pale green light illuminated the pages. He handed it back and each page was now in written in elegant script - in English.
“Now that’s impressive!” I gazed around me, a whole library, thousands of texts, all there for the reading - most never seen before by someone from Earth, and with Loki’s magic…
“Would you like a drink?”, I nodded and eagerly accepted a goblet of something that turned out to taste a bit like champagne, but sweeter and, looking back now, probably a lot more alcoholic. I wasn’t concerned about that at the time and managed to neck it in two gulps. Ah, all that practice I had got at university was coming in handy. I helped myself to another.
He motioned for me to sit on the couch not far from him. We were opposite each other, within touching distance but not touching. He gave me another of the appraising glances he seemed to specialise in, a glance that made the tightness in my stomach leap and my head feel whoozy, although that could have been the wine .
I was all too aware that sitting brought my ample bosom even more in his eye line. I was also conscious of my little tummy roll, and placed her hands on her lap to hide it, then instantly rebuked myself for being worried with he thought of me. His presence made me feel, complicated? I didn’t trust him, although to his credit he hadn’t done anything to hurt me, but his past made me wary. That didn’t stop me becoming more and more aware just how attractive he was, his pale skin, dark hair and cheekbones you could slice cheese on.
“Everytime I see you you seem to be wearing less and less. Is this some sort of desperate cry for attention?” he smirked, leaning forward as his voice grew lower
I wasn’t quite sure how to answer that, so I stayed silent, and sipped my third drink.
“Now…I remember that when it was a choice of death or…other options “ His eyes left my eyes and lazily trailed down my neck and to the top of my breasts.
“..you seemed quite keen to choose death. While you have been surprisingly resilient, I thought that perhaps you would like to reconsider your answer pet?”
Through the alcohol fuelled fog I became aware that he might be propositioning me.
“Well, given I have yet to apparently die, I really depends i suppose” I replied slowly after a pause, my heart beating fast.
“will it be horrible, long, slow and painful?” I smiled
He chuckled. “probably”
“Hmm..and the death option?”
He threw back his head with laughter, giving me a split second to try reach for the blade in my boot, slightly hampered by holding a wine glass at the same time and feeling ever so slightly not very coordinated. Just as quickly though, he’d cast it out of my hand and grabbed me, pulling me onto his couch and basically onto his lap. He was holding me,one arm wrapped over my hips, the other higher, his hand grazing my right breast. I sat frozen for a minute, his breath on my neck, painfully aware of the thinness of the fabric of my bikini, and the warmth and hardness of his leather clad body behind me.
“Stop playing games and stop fighting me. I’m being nice, but I can make you submit to me you know”
“I could make you beg for me” Loki whispered into my ear as a shiver engulfed my whole body.
His hand left my breast and touched my forehead, and I felt a strange sensation in my head, like a pulling, and although it wasn’t logical, I knew he was there, in my mind and in my thoughts. I heard him hiss as he recognised the depth of my desire and the dying echoes of my fear of him. His hand slide from my hip down into the cleft of my thighs. I so desperately wanted to spread my legs and welcome him into my core that I could feel growing wetter by the second.  “Oh pet, I can feel how much you want me..give in to it…you and I are going to have so much fun…”
Using perhaps my entire lifetime of willpower, I pulled myself away from his grasp and to my feet, standing just outside of the reach of his arms. I raised my hands, in a more metaphorical, rather than serious attempt to fend off any further advances. He looked… amused.
I have no idea how I looked, but I knew how I felt - drunk, horny and yet increasingly angry. The horny part of me wanted to walk over, undo his leather pants and impale myself on his cock, riding him until I came in shuddering ecstasy. (LOL, If I knew what I knew now, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself.)
But there was another voice in my head, drunk sure, but hurt and angry, and it drowned out everything else.
He sat there, always so sure that I would throw myself at him, and always with the subtle threats if I didn’t. I knew he had magic, and I knew he could probably use mind control. Well, fuck him, fuck them all. He’d been having a lovely time making new friends and partying. I’d been thrown into a cell and made to fight for my life. I chose to ignore that some of that outcome may have been down to my own choices, but still, it definitely didn’t seem fair.
I realized with sudden clarity that I’d done that too many times before, given in to my feelings, said yes only to later regret it. I’d always been the one to give in, back down, make excuses for their actions, make all the effort, make the running - all so I wouldn’t be alone. That’s the real reason I’d put up with my ex for so long even after his comments and his insensitivity ripped me apart. I had simply been too scared to be by myself after my mother had died. She’d been alone, been with no one else since my father, so was I that desperate not to end up like her?
But I was alone, because everyone had walked away, and I was so sure, that if I gave in now, it would happen again. And I couldn’t do that. Not again, not that pain, it had been bad enough being rejected by a man in the past, but to be rejected by a God?
Someone else might have gotten teary, I, well, I got sweary.
“Look, arsehole, with your smile and your leather, I want a lot of stuff that I know is bad for me, liking eating chocolate for breakfast and cocktails all day instead of going to work. But, I don’t do them, just because my body wants something, doesn’t mean my mind is going to agree, so don’t think you know what I want!” I was flustered, but to my credit I was still managing to resist the urge to run to him and climb him like a tree.
“Anyway, why is this always about me? Wanting me to beg, wanting me to submit you, why you get to sit there, fully clothed, and all …leathery?” I was getting quite into this now. Did I mention the three glasses of wine?
I closed the gap between us and poked him in the chest with my finger. He looked down at my finger and arched an eyebrow. This may not have been the usual mortal behaviour he was used to.
“Is it some weird God thing? Why the power games and the threats? God, I’d shag Mr Potato Head out there if it meant I could spend an hour in here with these books and in peace. Making someone submit to you out of fear or a worse alternative isn’t power you know. It’s not hard” I was quickly running out of steam as he continued to stare at me impassively. I had no idea what he was thinking.
“I know you are the god of mischief, or chaos or green… whatever, but seriously. I think you are so used to stirring shit up and laughing as we all run around screaming that you don’t even why you do it any more. We are just playthings - little chess pieces you throw across a board for a laugh.” He wasn’t smiling anymore.
“Why not decide what you actually want, not what chaos you can cause, and then have the guts to stop the threats and the tricks and actually ask for it? Preferably nicely. Maybe even use the word please. Unless you’re scared people would say no” I finished, although what I really had wanted to add was: and in case you are wondering, I wouldn’t say no. Not now, not since I met you, even though it made no sense, even though I had no idea what he was capable of, I wouldn’t have said no.
Dear gods, he was quick and strong, he was up and grabbing my arm, pulling me into him before I had a chance to move. He put his lips to my ear.
“I want…”
Steps echoed in the room and I could feel him freeze. The pressure in my arm suddenly increased as Loki twisted my wrist so I yelped with pain. He turned to the intruders with his usual charming smile firmly in place. It was the entourage of the Grandmaster - masked bodyguards accompanying their leader, who hovering like a Dalek in a floating chair, had made no sound. He smiled at us disconcertingly, looking from one to the other, curious and obviously seeking an explanation for what he had walked/hovered in on.
“My lord. Apologies for manhandling your property.” said Loki, sounding like a charming, but very apologetic guest, “I was just reminding her of what I did to the last mortals I came across who didn’t cooperate with a God” he paused, and gave me a cold dismissive look “But actually, on second thoughts, they do rather tend to break too easily to be diverting” he flung my arm away, and I was left standing there, rubbing my aching wrist.
The Grandmaster, shared a questioning glance with Topaz who had stomped in after the group, looking as dour as ever.
“I’ll find you a more pleasing diversion, but first I think I’ve decided the party is over” He motioned to his guards, two of whom took my arms and walked me away, although I didn’t resist. After whatever that had been I was more than happy to leave their company and go back to my nice cell with Korg and the simplicity of being with people who mostly didn’t talk to me or could be discouraged from coming near me with a blade. It would also give me time to sober up and try to remember what the hell I had said, and possibly even more time to work out why I had said it. Argh, had I really told a God to say please?
I probably shouldn’t admit that I spent the next couple of days going over what the hell he might actually have been going to say, or whatever the hell the whole damned encounter actually even meant.
I considered various possible options for what he was going to actually say, and calculated probability likelihoods for each. Example: “I want”… hmm, ‘to make you scream and bleed and die painfully until I feel slightly better about my thwarted attempt to rule your planet’ - seemed quite likely
‘I want to have a 3 year relationship with you but then decide that actually I want someone more ‘emotionally available’ (which seemed to mean even blonder, thinner and less damaged by the death of her mother) - that one seemed relatively unlikely I had to concede.
Also unlikely was the reason he’d given to the Grandmaster, I didn’t understand the dynamic between those two, but I didn’t believe that Loki had really been about to say what he did - although, knowing (or should I say, not really knowing) Loki, I could have been completely wrong. I gave it a 50-50 odds.
More likely though it was ‘I want you to shut up, you drunk cow, because I want a quick fuck and then never see you again while you hopefully die in a stinking prison while I wile away my hours drinking more of this wine and plotting my next evil deeds. And shagging everything in sight”. And we have a winner! Fucker.
Oops, I suppose I should have mentioned that by the time I was in Day Two of ‘What would Loki Have Said’, his brother had arrived. He looked less pleased to be there than I did and apart from a quick exchange of hellos, and oh, are you from Earth and me slightly putting my foot in it by saying sorry to hear Jane had dumped him, we left each other alone to our own thoughts. Well I did, Korg chatted to him. A lot.
Also, I was feeling very much over Gods in general, and possibly slightly sulking that I hadn’t heard or seen Loki since the library. Oh, until he had suddenly appeared in front of Thor the day after his arrival.
I was sitting to his right, a little around the curve of the cell wall from him. When he materialised I sat stock still, hoping he wouldn’t notice me. Luckily he seemed much more concerned with his brother, who seemed to have as much time for him as I did and was lazily throwing small stones through Loki’s body. Something in me relaxed when I realised belatedly he wasn’t actually there in person, and so I laughed as Thor managed to get a shot right through Loki’s smug head.
Loki heard the sound and for a moment diverted his attention from Thor to me “Oh I see you’ve met my little pet. Don’t let her near the wine whatever you do” he winked. I hefted a large stone though his chest, which made a gratifying clunk as it hit the wall behind him. Loki laughed and disappeared.
“Piss off Ghost!” Korg stomped on Loki’s departed shadow.
“So, I see you’ve met my brother?” Thor asked
“Your brother is…” I stopped, not sure if I should give a frank opinion of his sibling, although to be honest, they didn’t seem to have the best relationship either. I was also wishing the English language had a word for ‘someone who you would like to simultaneously take you over and over again in all the worse possible ways, while slapping them around the head for being so bloody annoying and yet also a little afraid they might try and stab you’. I bet the Germans have a word for that…
“Selfish? Charming? Self centred? Capable of great evil? Ambitious? A complete pain in the arse?” he ventured. I laughed and then grew silent.
“Is he the same man he was when he attacked Earth? Is there any capacity for kindness in him?” I asked softly, embarrassed by my question, but unable not to ask it.
Thor bit back a quick retort, and sighed
“I don’t know, sometimes I think he regrets the things that he has done, and can care for others, in his own way, but I don’t honestly know” I could feel him looking at my curiously, but I avoided his gaze.
“He loved your mother and Odin, of course, even though he felt betrayed by him. But losing Frigga hurt him deeply. Think he feels like he’s betrayed her memory and now there’s no way back. I think he takes what he wants through force and pain and control because he doesn’t think anyone would show him kindness or love. It would make him too vulnerable…” I stopped as I looked up and saw Thor staring at me intently, his face confused.
“How do you know our mother’s name?” he asked quietly. “ Did Loki tell you this? Did Jane tell you?”
I shook my head, a bit taken aback by his reaction.
“No, I just…just ignore me. Too little sleep and too much stress - I’m going mad” I laughed until he looked away.
I rubbed my forehead, realising that I didn’t know how I knew this, where it had all come from. I knew he hadn’t told me, because we’d barely talked in truth. We certainly weren’t at the deep and meaningful, talk about your feelings and past traumatic events stage.
No, it felt more like unlocking the memory of a dream, except I knew it was true - I knew what Loki felt, I’d sensed it clear as day. Somewhere in the depths of my mind I began to feel the same ache in my temples that I’d felt at the party when Loki had touched me - and it all came rushing back.
I knew he’d read my emotions and thoughts, but what I hadn’t realised at the time was that it had been a two way street. Had he realised this? I hadn’t even known until now, so maybe not. How he would react I couldn’t predict, but I wasn’t in a rush to tell him that I’d seen his pain and his fragility. And then I remembered what other emotions I’d picked up from him.
Oh. My stomach, and slightly lower parts, did a little flip. Oh indeed. Although, I thought with a smile, I’m still going to make him say please.
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The Start of the Rest of Our Lives, Part 1
Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69
 Requested: Yes - Anonymous
 Tagging: @claireisbetterthandom , @themyscxiras
 Fandom: Thor
 Relationship: Established; Thor x Valkyrie
 Summary: Thor and Brunhild (Valkyrie) get married. She tells him she’s pregnant.
 Word Count: 2k
 Warnings: RAGNAROK SPOILERS!!!
 Disclaimer: We’re going to pretend the Avengers all get along.
Also, I combined a few different wedding traditions to make this wedding.
It was requested he have only one eye, but it felt so awkward to write “she looked into his eye��� so I wrote “eyes” throughout the whole thing, sorry!!!
 Comments: There is going to be a Part 2 to this. A very angsty Part 2…
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There were six things the Avengers were shocked to find out when Thor landed on Earth.
 One, that Thor had cut his hair
 Two, that Thor had lost an eye.
 Three, that Asgard had been destroyed.
 Four, that Thor brought all of the Asgardians still alive to earth to live.
 Five, that among those Asgardians were Loki.
 Six, that he was getting married.
 Though, after they got over their initial shock, they were very supportive of Thor’s marriage. It took some time for them to get adjusted to Brunhild, as she was a little hard to get to know, but, with Bruce’s help, she wiggled her way into everyone’s heart.
 She, of course, had a special friendship with Bruce/Hulk, but she also brewed a close friendship with Tony.
 In fact, it was Tony and Pepper who planned the wedding, as neither Brunhild or Thor knew how to plan a wedding.
 The dress and tux shopping was interesting.
 Brunhild didn’t like the feeling of the flowy dresses because she felt like she was drowning in fabric, but she also didn’t like the fitted dresses because she felt restricted and unable to defend herself if she needed to.
 But, after a long day and lots of help from Pepper, Brunhild picked a dress.
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 Now, the tux shopping is another story…
 Finding the tux was relatively easy in comparison. Thor had worn human clothes and suits before and knew what to expect. What made it difficult was his best man, Loki.
 Actually, Loki was behaved pretty well, it was everyone else.
 Tony didn’t like him being there and kept making mean comments to the mischief god, who, exercised his right defended himself.
 Steve, being good friends with Thor, tried to get Tony to leave Loki alone. Loki wasn’t doing anything wrong; and they didn’t need a headline of “Avengers Fight In Store” in the newspapers tomorrow.
 Clint, however, still held his grudge against Loki and picked Tony’s side, also making comments to Loki and throwing little things at the god the whole time.
 Bruce, due to the fighting, felt awkward and just looked painfully uncomfortable the whole time.
 Poor Thor was miserable the whole day.
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 The day of the wedding came and everything went perfectly.
 There was no emergency that caused them to cancel.
 There was no terrorist attack on the wedding.
 And the weather was perfect.
 The wedding took place on the lawn of the Avenger’s Compound in the evening.
 The color scheme was red, blue and white; not because of freedom, but because the color Thor was red, the color of the Valkyroir was blue, and the color of weddings were white.
 Thor stood in a red tux with black accents, while his groomsmen, Loki, Steve, Tony, Bruce and Clint, stood in black suits with red accents.
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 On Brunhild’s side, her bridesmaids, Pepper, Natasha and Wanda, stood in elegant blue dresses.
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  One of the Asgardians to escape was the daughter of an officiant, so she conducted the ceremony.
 The ceremony went smoothly.
 When Thor saw Brunhild in her dress, he was stunned. He already thought she was the most beautiful girl in all the realms, but as she walked down the aisle towards him… She was more beautiful than Freya herself.
 Thor felt tears gather in the corners of his eyes.
 When Brunhild reached the alter, Thor reached for her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles before connecting both of their hands.
 The officiant, Tove, started the ceremony with a Norse wedding blessing.
 “We’ve garther here to witness the union of our King, Thor, son of Odin, and the woman he has chosen to be his queen, Brunhild, brave warrior of the former Valkyroir. Above the two of you are the stars and below you is the earth. Like the stars, your love should be a constant source of light, and like the earth, a firm foundation from which to grow. I would now like to take the time to do the exchange of objects.”
 Brunhild and Thor disconnected their hands. Thor reached back to Loki, who reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a key, Loki then handed the key and the sword that was resting to his side to Thor; Thor took both objects into one hand so that he would be able to accept Brunhild’s sword. Brunhild turned to Pepper, who handed her the sword that was placed next to her.
 Brunhild and Thor turned back to each other.
 “Brunhild, you first.” Tove spoke, gesturing to the bride.
 “Thor,” Brunhild started, “I give you this sword to symbolize your role as the protector of our family.” Brunhild paused before continuing, “I emphasize symbolize, everyone here knows that I can defend myself.”
 This caused everyone, including Thor, to laugh.
 Brunhild then passed the sword to Thor, who took it and passed it back to Loki.
 “Thor.” Tove spoke, nodding to the groom.
 “Brunhild,” Thor started, “I give you this sword as a representation of my ancestral sword, which was lost during destruction of Asgard. I give you this sword to protect and to save for our sons to have and to use.”
 Thor passed his sword to Brunhild, who took it and passed it back to Pepper.
 “I also give you this key, which grants you the role of keeper of the household.”
 Thor passed the skeleton key to Brunhild, who took it and passed it back to Pepper.
 “Wonderful, now please join hands.” Tove spoke, and Brunhild and Thor listened.
 With their hands joined, Tove stepped forwards with the handfast tie in her hands.
 “These are the hands of your best friend that are holding yours as your promise to love each other all the days of your life.
These are the hands that will work together as you build your future.
These are the hands that will comfort you in illness and trials, and share the joy and happiness of life together.
These are the hands that will passionately love you and cherish you all through the years.
May you always hold each other and give strength to each other to hold during the storms and stresses of life.” Tove spoke, as Thor and Brunhild looked deeply into each other’s eyes with big smiles on their faces.
 Tove looked to the sky before looking out to the audience, rather than the couple and spoke, “Handfasting is the eternal joining of two people in love. It is performed at sunrise or sunset when both the sun and the moon are present in the joining of the two lovers.”
 Tove looked to Thor and Brunhild.
 “Will you honor and respect one another, and seek to never break that honor?”
 Brunhild and Thor spoke at the same time, “we will.”
 Tove draped the first cord over their hands, “and so the first binding in made.”
 “Will you share each other’s pain and seek to ease it?”
 Brunhild and Thor spoke at the same time, “we will.”
 Tove draped the second cord over their hands, “and so the second binding in made.”
 “Will you share the burdens of each so that your spirits may grow in union?”
 Brunhild and Thor spoke at the same time, “we will.”
 Tove draped the third cord over their hands, “and so the third binding in made.”
 “Will you share each other’s laughter, and look for the brightness in life and the positive in each other?”
 Brunhild and Thor spoke at the same time, “we will.”
 Tove draped the final cord over their hands and tied the cords together.
 “And so the binding in complete.”
 Thor’s smile widened and he leaned forwards to press a kiss to Brunhild’s cheek, which caused a blush to crawl across her cheeks.
 “The couple has prepared their own vows.” Tove spoke to the audience before turning to Brunhild.
 Brunhild felt her heart rate rising and she opened her mouth only to close it, which caused the audience to laugh.
 Thor spoke softly, just for her to hear, “it’s alright, take your time.”
 The laughter and Thor’s words helped ease her nerves.
 “You cannot possess me for I belong to myself , But while we both wish it, I give you that which is mine to give. You cannon command me, for I am a free person, But I shall serve you in those ways you require.
I pledge to you that yours will be the name I cry aloud in the night, And the eyes into which I smile in the morning. I pledge to you the first bite from my meat, And the first drink from my cup. I pledge to you my living and dying, equally in your care, And tell no strangers our grievances. This is my wedding vow to you. This is a marriage of equals.” Brunhild spoke, quieter than she meant, but it didn’t matter because Thor heard.
 Thor’s eyes didn’t leave hers as she spoke. When she was finished, he leaned forwards and pressed a quick kiss to her lips before pulling back and apologizing to the audience, his eyes never leaving hers.
 “Thor.” Tove spoke and he nodded.
 “I choose you.
To be no other than yourself,
Loving what I know of you
And trusting who you will become.
I will respect you and honor you,
Always and in all ways.
I take you to be my wife and my queen,
To have and to hold,
In tears and in laughter,
In sickness and in health,
To love and to cherish.
Form this day forwards,
You will never walk alone,
May my heart be your shelter,
And my arms be your home.
In this world and the next.” Thor spoke loudly, proclaiming his love for his bride.
 Brunhild smiled, raising their joined hands and pressing a kiss to Thor’s knuckles.
 Tove also smiled, stepping forwards to remove the cords from their hands. Before happily announcing, “by the power placed on me by our king, I happily sanctify this union. I present to you the King and Queen of Asgard!”
 Thor quickly closed the distance between him and his wife, gently cupping her face with his large hands and pressing his lips to hers.
 Brunhild’s hands gripped the lapels of his tux, keeping him as close to her as possible.
 Thor deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth as he dipped her slightly, the cheers of the audience and the wedding party causing the two of them to separate to laugh.
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 The party stretched on and on into the night.
 Looking across the room, Thor and Brunhild found many of their human friends intoxicated, which they found amusing.
 Brunhild took this time to lead Thor back out into the dance floor from their pace against the buffet table.
 (All the dancing made Thor hungry again.)
 Brunhild wrapped her hands around Thor’s neck and rested her hands on his shoulder, and Thor pressed his hands to her hips. The two of them swayed to the slow earth music that neither of them knew.
 Brunhild took this time to tell her new husband of the news she learnt a few days before the wedding.
 “Thor?” She asked, softly.
 “Mhm?” He replied, his eyes closed, just enjoying her warmth and presence.
 “I must tell you something.” She continued.
 At this, Thor opened his eyes. “Yes?”
 “I…” Brunhild started, but trailed off.
 “I am…with child. Your child.” She spoke, her eyes, not meeting his.
 Thor stopped swaying, one of his hands coming up to tip Brunhild’s face up, allowing him to look her in the eye.
 “Are you serious?” Thor asked, his eyes wide.
 Brunhild nodded.
 “This is wonderful news!” Thor shouted, getting the attention of everyone who still remained at the wedding.
 “My wife is with child!” Thor announced, smiling brightly.
 Thor picked Brunhild up and spun her around before placing her back on the ground, pressing a kiss to her lips.
 “This truly is the best day of my life.”
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 Part 2
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Decisions
Hi everyone!
Welcome to the first interlude between Never Feel Alone and the next multichaptered work in the series, named Starting Over. These oneshots will show you some snapshots of our characters lives, establish their routines and relationships, and generally have a different pace than the longer fic :)
Before you begin reading, I'd like to remind you that Thor and Loki grew up as a betrothed couple in this AU, that thought Loki was born to a high-society Asgardian family before they found out about his true nature. They never thought of themselves as brothers or both Odin's sons at any point, though they do refer to each other as brother sometimes.
I hope you enjoy!
Much Love, Annaelle
PS If I forgot to tag anything, let me know!
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The One Where Becca Makes a Promise
Decisions Are The Hardest Thing To Make, Especially When It Is a Choice Between Where You Should Be And Where You Want to Be
—Author Unknown
Greenwich, London, UK October 2nd, 2011
Loki
The air itself still tasted of electricity and the stench of burnt ozone lingered in his nostrils.
He was – mercifully – astonishingly – absurdly… alive.
The memory of those last few moments on Svartalfheim were clouded with pain, but he vaguely recalled how the salt of his tears had tasted on Thor’s lips, and how only regret had filtered through his mind, before contentment had overtaken him as his consciousness faded.
He’d been relieved, for at least death meant no more glass cages and no more gilded prison bars on his windows and door.
It meant a sense of freedom which life as Odin’s second son had never awarded him.
He was alive, though miserable and in a lot of pain, and he surely wouldn’t remain so for very long if he did not receive the aid he so desperately needed soon.
Asgardian sorcery was potent, but it had its limits.
Malekith and his ilk had wielded an ancient form of sorcery, perverted and twisted to suit their malicious means, and it festered beneath Loki’s skin, burning through whatever latent spells Odin had weaved to hide his true appearance, leaving him with icy blue skin and undoubtedly blood red eyes.
Had he been at full strength, it would have been possible—though perhaps not easy—to heal himself from the damage that had been done to him, but as it stood, his strength lay with illusion, not healing.
It had been his moth—
No. He rapidly jerked his thoughts from such painful territory and shook his head.
He could not afford to lose what little control he retained—could not let himself succumb to his grief.
Not yet.
Miraculously, he was no longer on Svartalfheim—he had been freed from a cursed existence on its ashen surface—but instead he found himself somewhere on Midgard, apparently, and undoubtedly not very far from where his brother and Malekith were wreaking havoc upon one another.
The wound on his chest had not killed him, as he believed it had when he’d lost consciousness in Thor’s arms, but it ached still, and pulsed blood in small trickles.
“Norns,” he swore, shakily heaving himself up onto his elbows on the hard concrete beneath him.
His leathers were, tragically, torn beyond repair, and his skin was a deep shade of blue, with the edges of the wound starting to turn purple with infection. The reserves of his strength were pathetically sparse, and he could no more summon his magic than he could turn back time.
Loki slumped back down and shut his eyes, drawing a deep breath of air into his lungs, willing his mind to work faster, to regain its former potency so he could devise his next step.
He slipped in and out of consciousness a few times, slumped in whatever dark corner he’d been deposited. The sun was gone when he next woke, and he’d stopped bleeding, at least. He felt much steadier, and his mind felt less clouded by pain and disorientation.
His body appeared to have partially healed itself while he slumbered, because the wound looked several days old rather than fresh and lethal, as it had only hours earlier.
Loki was doing better—and, possibly, he was even out of direct harm’s way—but he was in no shape to defend himself, should it come to that. He would have to identify a safe haven in this Norn-forsaken realm; find a place he could go to ground to heal and to plan. The little alley he had woken in might provide a sense of cover and privacy, but it was hardly a sensible sanctuary—for instance, he was within hearing range of whatever battle still raged, and though no one had yet intruded upon his little alcove, it did not mean no one would.
There were, unfortunately, not many places he could hide on Thor’s beloved Midgard.
The gifts his mother had bestowed upon him were, thankfully, intact and well within his reach, and it was damnably easy to sink into a trance, seeking the farsight Frigga had passed to him through her teachings. Loki may have been mocked and ridiculed—mostly with whispered insults behind Thor’s back, to avoid the God of Thunder’s wrath—for preferring his mother’s teachings of seidr to training with Thor and the other noble boys, but it aided him well.
Seidr had kept him alive many a time before, and Loki was quite certain it would now as well.
His plea to show him safety was met only with a strong urge to find his brother, who stood lonely, and bright and blazing on a square only yards from where Loki was hidden. He gasped, barely resisting the urge to call to him; to beg for Thor to find him and protect him—though Loki was certain he would.
He could not.
He could not return. He could not tell Thor of his survival.
Odin had deemed him disposable and despicable, and he would stop at nothing to hunt him down. Thanos, too, was still out there, unforgiving and cruel, and he would not have forgotten Loki’s—somewhat deliberate—failure to obtain the Tesseract for him. Thanos, more so than even Odin, would tear the universe apart—including Thor—to punish Loki for his betrayal.
Yes… It would suit him much better to remain dead, for now.
No matter how it would break his Thor’s heart.
Better a broken heart than one void of life altogether.
It took considerable strength to push past Thor’s luminous aura, but Loki was nothing if not experienced at ignoring his brother-betrothed’s alluring presence.
He would miss him.
He regretted, perhaps, keeping Thor at arm’s length for as long as he had. He had done so with the best intentions, he rationalised, trying to keep Thor from tiring of him before they’d even exchanged blades. Loki knew their friends had been making bets on the bruð-hlaup already, and that there had been an entire contingent of royal servants dedicated to planning his nuptials to Thor.
Marrying Thor had seemed inevitable his entire life, and while he was certainly not opposed—even if his brother-betrothed had turned out to be an insufferable prat, Loki would have gotten a throne out of the deal—it had been overwhelming sometimes, to know his entire life had been planned for him.
He supposed he had been fortunate enough with his betrothed.
Thor was disgustingly devoted to him, and while it suited Loki very well to be worshipped, Thor’s particular brand of affection was rather suffocating at times. It’d suited him much better, once he’d allowed himself a taste, to keep Thor at a bit of an arm’s length.
He hadn’t been happy about Thor’s gaze straying, but he had been practical enough to understand Thor would always return to him. It had been enough.
The memory of it would have to suffice from now on.
The stark, blinding light that represented Thor in his mind’s eye receded and left but a humble few trustworthy individuals in its wake, one standing out from others.
Loki was hardly surprised.
“The Captain,” he mused. “Of course.”
He had but met the man briefly while in his right mind, but he had gathered quite a bit from Thor’s distracted ramblings when he visited. The man stood as a paragon of truth and justice on Midgard, and even Asgard had heard of the man and taken notice.
Of course, Loki considered, much of said notice had been born of genuine curiosity to meet the first Midgardian to walk Asgardian grounds in centuries—to see the Midgardian who stood alive in only lìkami [LP1] and munr, absent hugr. The ability to sense another being’s soul was one born of the seidr that ran inherent in his blood, but even the most incompetent of Asgardians—and Jotuns, for that matter—stood capable of doing so.
There were tales of souls and bodies walking in separate skins in Asgardian lore and literature, but to find a being that had survived the loss of its soul… the strength of will needed to survive such calamity was immense… very nearly inconceivable.
And yet Thor’s Captain—a mere mortal—had somehow done it.
Thor had not elaborated on the Captain’s tale, as far as Loki knew—not even to him. The evidence, however, was plain to see for all who cared to look.
It stood to reason he would prove to be the only one beside Loki’s brother-betrothed that would stand strong enough to protect him while he recovered. It was damnably simple to find his way to Thor’s Captain’s lodgings once his farsight had shown him the man, despite Loki’s pitiful state.
The chambers he found himself in were dreadfully small, he noted with absent disdain, especially considering he knew the Captain shared these chambers with another. Loki’s own chambers back in the palace in Asgard were much grander and infinitely more luxurious—but then, Loki supposed, he was the second Prince of Asgard, and its future co-regent.
Still.
He wrinkled his nose and took in the—thankfully clean—state of the apartment. It was hardly bigger than the cell they’d had him in for the duration of his trial on Asgard.
There was, at least, unlike in his cell, a cushioned sofa, and he could not quite suppress the groan of relief that fell from his lips when he sank into its soft pillows. His entire body ached unlike it ever had before; a deep and unnatural ache that only the cursed weapons of the Dark Elves were capable of inflicting.
He relished, briefly, in the knowledge that he was safe from harm—at least for the immediate future.
He had not been so far gone that he could not hide himself from Heimdall’s ever-piercing gaze, thankfully, so he ascertained he was still safe from his father’s wrath, should the man ever learn that Loki had escaped his supposed fate yet again.
He rolled his eyes.
Almighty Odin, so self-important and pompous. Loki only felt the fool for not having seen through the endless charade centuries ago—Odin had never been fair or just towards him.
Loki could see now that Odin had never truly intended to allow the match between him and Thor, no matter how they themselves felt about it. He had not allowed himself to consider his relationship with Thor for some time—had not since he had learned of his true parentage, and had seen his future and the life he thought he’d lead go up in smoke—but he did now. He allowed himself a moment to think of the life he’d once—and yes, still—wanted and to mourn it, for he could see no future—no plausible way—wherein he would get to live the life he’d wanted to lead with Thor.
Loki exhaled shakily and dropped his head back against the cushions, staring at the ceiling desolately.
He would miss his brother, like a physical ache, but all made sacrifices for those that they loved, and Loki, despite everything he had done to prove the contrary, loved Thor.
He was unsure how long he sat, comfortably enveloped by the soft cushions, before he sensed a being approaching the apartment. He did not bother to extend much attention towards said approach, certain that it was the Captain returning home after aiding his brother in the inevitable defeat of Malekith—and exacting vengeance for their mother.
As such, he stood astonished when the lock on the entrance clicked and swung open, revealing not the Captain, but the female companion he shared this home with.
Loki froze, as did the woman on the doorstep, pale eyes finding his unerringly, despite the relative darkness shrouding the room. He supposed he must’ve looked frightening—blue skin and red eyes and fingernails crested with dried blood—and he, admittedly, only stayed out of sheer curiosity to see what she would do. Many humans would have run screaming already, but this woman—this slip of a girl—merely glared at him suspiciously, discreetly slipping her hand into her coat pocket to reach for what Loki assumed was a concealed Midgardian weapon.
“No need for such methods,” he said dully. “If I meant you harm, you would already be dead, child.”
Her hand stalled in her pocket, and she squinted at him suspiciously. “Loki? You’re supposed to be dead,” she said accusingly.
Loki snorted and smiled. “And you are supposed to be the Captain. I assure you, we both stand disappointed.”
He blinked blearily when she abruptly turned on the lights, looking at him in something vaguely resembling shock before she replied, “I’m not disappointed, you dick. Thor is devastated—he’ll be overjoyed to hear you’re alive…” and eyed the—frankly disgusting, if he did say so himself—wound on his chest. “…if not entirely well.”
“I suppose he would be,” Loki acknowledged with a tilt of his head, before turning his attention to the injury on his chest. “Now. I don’t suppose you are well-versed in medicinal arts?”
“I—” the dark-haired woman blinked at him. “What?”
Loki hissed in frustration, pressing his fingers against the ragged edges of the wound, clenching his teeth as he spat, “I seek your aid, you insufferable mortal.” He exhaled raggedly, eyes slipping closed as he tried to quell the nausea that welled up because of the pain. “Thor trusts the Captain,” he finally continued, albeit shakily. “I suppose, by extension, he trusts you as well.”
The Norns would not have brought Loki here, would not have allowed him to survive this amount of torment and hurt to abandon him now. If they brought the girl onto his path, it meant she had a part to play in his life, however brief it might be. He fell silent again, allowing himself another moment to grieve what might have been before pasting on a mask of cold indifference.
“And I, despite evidence to the contrary, trust him,” he said loftily, raising an eyebrow at her, though the effect was ruined by the rattling cough that burst from his lips a moment later, his expression twisting into one of agony.
“Christ,” the mortal choked, rushing towards him, nearly flinching away from him when her hands made contact with cold, icy skin. “What the hell happened to you?” She helped him sit back up gingerly, and Loki chuckled humourlessly and eyed her contemplatively before he shrugged and replied, “I got in a minor disagreement with a Dark Elf.”
“Minor?!” she exclaimed as he moved his hand to reveal the long, deep wound. “Holy fuck, if this is what happens during a minor disagreement, I don’t wanna know what full-on fights are like. What the hell did you do to piss him off?”
Her hands moved swiftly in spite of her apparent shock, helping Loki shrug out of the elaborate clothing he was wearing to reveal the pale skin of his chest and the full extent of the wound.
“God,” she breathed, eyes wide and looking slightly green around the gills as she looked at the serrated edges of the wound, where his skin was already turning to a violent shade of red and purple. “Loki, I don’t think I’m qualified to—”
“He was going to kill Thor,” Loki interrupted quietly, pressing his hand over hers where it lay against his chest. “I stopped him, but I—”
He broke off and swallowed thickly, looking away as he collected himself. He had not meant to reveal such weakness before the woman, but there was something distractingly earnest in her demeanour. If he were the kind of man to trust in another, he would certainly feel comfortable divulging his thoughts to her. As it stood, he did not think he had much choice in who he would voice his thoughts to.
It was not, he reasoned, as if he would allow her the memory of their conversation anyway.
He allowed himself to share his fears.
“I thought I was going to die,” he finally admitted in a small voice. “And I was relieved. I was so relieved I wouldn’t die locked up in Odin’s glorified prison cell, that I was free…” It was the deepest secret his heart held, and one he had not intended to give voice to ever—but it needed to be spoken aloud.
"Obviously I didn’t die,” he finally said, with forced levity, deliberately ignoring the sharp burn of tears in his eyes. “But I have no desire to return to my gilded cage on Asgard, so…”  
The human woman was quiet for a moment more, pale blue eyes like the skies on Jotunheim searching his own before she replied. “Well, you’re safe here. I don’t know how much help I’ll be with—” she waved her hand at the nasty wound and wrinkled her nose. “—all of that, but I’ll try. You’ll be safe and welcome here until I can get a message to Steve and Thor.”
“No!” Loki squawked, jerking away from her touch abruptly, fingers clenching and unclenching against her wrist. “No, you mustn’t tell Thor I am alive! No one can know!” He had planned on altering her memories of the night as soon as he was able, but that would do him no good if she contacted his oaf of a brother-betrothed before he could do so.
“He’s going to want to know,” she said slowly, frowning a little at his—undoubtedly—panicked expression. “I can’t really lie to him about something like this.” While she spoke, she carefully cleaned the wound with a foul-smelling transparent potion that stung where it touched his skin, gently attempting to gauge the depth of the wound while she did.
Every touch of her fingers on his skin burned.
“You won’t have to,” he panted, a thin sheen of sweat covering his brow and nose. “Just help me care for this and I’ll be on my way.”
“You can barely sit up,” she pointed out dryly when his elbows nearly gave out from beneath him. “I don’t know how you think you’re going to be walking out of here any time soon, but I’m telling you, it’s not happening.” She shoved him back into the couch cushions none too gently and glared at him.
Loki smiled despite himself, conceding the point for the moment and letting the young mortal fuss over the gaping wound in silence. She was a most intriguing conundrum. Something in her eyes spoke of inherent strength, a backbone stronger than steel, but her hands were tender against his wounds, and he knew his brother had been most impressed by her when they met.
Whatever role she had yet to play in his existence, surely it would extend beyond his brother-betrothed’s lustful ideas for the woman?
He’d been subjected to many a rant when Thor fancied himself enamoured with another, and he had learned to distinguish Thor’s genuine interest from simple lust centuries ago. His brother may have only spoken to this mortal woman a few times—surely not enough times to catch her attention—but the interest had been there when he had spoken of her.
Loki was uncertain if Thor himself was even aware of it.
“I suppose I see the appeal,” he mused aloud, watching the human that had caught his brother’s attention closely. Loki supposed she was attractive, if one liked that sort of thing. Mortals, that is. “You are quite beautiful, for a human.”
He didn’t elaborate, blinking innocently at her when she looked up at him in confusion.
He could not say what had prompted him to speak the words, but now that they had been spoken, he would not—could not—take them back. He had begun planting a seed, and he would see it to fruition, no matter the cost.
Loki was, of course, not a charitable god by nature.
He was not one for sentiment or overt affection, and found it much easier to forgo such connections altogether—but he was not indifferent towards Thor. He had tried to achieve such indifference many times, in myriad ways, and all equally unsuccessful.
Thor had, somehow, burrowed himself beneath Loki’s skin, and it certainly appeared he was there to stay. To survive, Loki supposed he would have to relinquish his grip upon Thor’s heart—it would be entirely unfair and unrealistic to hold Thor to a vow he’d made to a dead man. He supposed giving this mortal woman a nudge towards his oaf of a brother was the least he could do for him.
“You better not be trying to flirt,” she said warningly, poking at his uninjured shoulder. “I’m too gay for your shit, pal.” Loki snorted a laugh, but briefly considered her words. If she were, as she stated, attracted to her own gender, it would be difficult to nudge her towards his brother.
He laughed, though, genuinely and delightedly, finding himself grinning at the sheer nerve of this girl. “You are brassy too,” he chuckled. “No wonder my brother is so taken with you.”
That, clearly, threw her for a loop.
Her hands stilled on his chest, and her eyes were wide with abject surprise. “Thor isn’t… taken with me,” she said incredulously. “He barely knows me. We met like three times,” she insisted, her voice taking on a slightly more hysterical edge by the end of her sentence.
Loki merely chuckled at her, recognising the hint of intrigue in her eye all too easily—not so gay she would reject his brother outright, then, it seemed. “I have been subjected to those he likes to bed for centuries, child.” Loki smiled wanly. “I know the look in his eye when he is interested.”
“I’m not a child,” she said, affronted, shoving at his shoulder lightly when she finished applying a bandage to the shallowest part of his wound.
Loki snorted, recognising the deflection for what it was, but allowing it. “You are to me.”
“Really?” She raised an eyebrow at him. “We’re gonna go there? Last time I checked, you’re what—half a century younger than Thor? Which means you’re around a thousand years old, which, to be fair, is pretty insane if you’re looking at it from a human point of view.”
Loki merely blinked at her, intrigued.
“For an Asgardian though,” she shrugged and smiled playfully. “You’re painfully young, still. In fact, I think, if I cared enough to calculate, you’d be in your late teens, maybe early twenties in human years. And really, which one of us threw a tantrum so bad it involved mass destruction last time they didn’t get what they wanted?”
The corner of Loki’s eye twitched—wholly involuntarily—and he could tell she was biting back a smile.
“Really,” she grinned, “when you think about it… Which one of us is the child again?”
Loki knew the surprise he felt showed on his face—because no one had ever dared to speak to him quite so boldly—before he burst into laughter once again, shaking his head with a wry grin. “Well played, little human,” he nodded. “Well played.”
She preened a little before she turned her attention back to the wound she had—quite efficiently, if Loki did say so himself—cleaned. “I’m gonna have to do stitches in this,” she sighed, poking at the edges of the deepest parts of the injury. Loki winced and frowned, unfamiliar with the term, cocking an eyebrow at her when she looked up at him with an entirely apologetic expression.
The term rapidly became clear when she scampered off to what Loki presumed was the kitchen and returned with an archaic suture kit. He looked up at her in horror, shaking his head decisively. Such methods had not been used in Asgard in centuries, and he would not be subjected to such uncivilized remedial practices.
“Oh, shut up, you big baby,” the mortal grumbled when he told her so, settling down beside him again and unpacking the kit with practised precision. “I’m not gonna do it without anaesthetic. It’s not gonna be fun, but…” she shrugged and raised a questioning eyebrow at him, and Loki had to admire her grit.
Not many would have the gumption to tell a god to shut his mouth.
“Such hoary practice,” Loki huffed, though he allowed her to numb the area where she would be sewing his skin back together without much protest.
“Maybe,” the girl groused, glaring up at him. “But this is the best I’ve got, so it’ll have to do.”
While he was not a queasy man, he did look away when she slipped the needle through his skin. It did not hurt, as she had sworn, but he had no desire to see his skin being sewn together as though it were mere fabric in the hands of Asgard’s worst seamstress.
He turned his attention inward instead, dipping into the pool of farsight that lay tempting and dangerous in the back of his mind for the second time that day. Many who possessed the gift had gone mad in the aftermath of the glimpses it provided, had lost their minds attempting to decipher whatever images farsight had shown them.
Loki was, as such, wary to use the gift his mother had passed to him too often, but in this situation, it was the only gift he could control at all.
It was also a decent distraction from the Midgardian’s crude version of modern medicine.
The world felt muted when he dipped into the farsight, the edges blurred out like an oil canvas that had been smudged when its paint was still wet. When manipulated properly, farsight could show him many things. Things that were, things that are, and some things that had not yet come to pass.
The farsight he had been given by his mother was not unlike the tremendous gifts the great Heimdall himself had been born with, though much less potent. It was a little like a particularly tempting stimulant, and it aided in silencing the cacophony of noise in Loki’s head like nothing else. The sights he saw while in the trance and the sounds he heard did not always leave a lasting impression – some were fleeting as leaves in the wind – but there were those that impacted him beyond any other event in his admittedly hectic life.
He did not expect to see such sights while he drifted in the Sight as his brother’s potential new favourite mortal stitched him back together, but he could feel a sense of urgency behind the vague impressions he was shown – a looming shadow, threatening and frightening but unmoving, a flash of golden eyes and heat, bright and blinding and so strong it split into different pieces and spread out, threatening to drag him along with them.
“Loki?”
His eyes snapped open and he choked, briefly disoriented by the rough withdrawal from his farsight.
He coughed, violently and shakily, and for a moment he thought he was in Asgard, in his own chambers, with Thor only a single wall away. It took him a moment to realise that the hands on his shoulders were too small and too delicate to be his oaf of a brother-betrothed’s, and another to remember how he had ended up in her apartment.
“Are you alright?” she asked concernedly, keeping her hands pressed to his shoulders until she seemed certain he would not keel over should she let go.
“Quite,” Loki rasped. He looked up at the woman who had essentially saved his life and found himself somewhat surprised to feel a tendril of regret. He had a clear plan now, and he could not afford to have Thor running amok trying to find him – he could not risk everything.
“I do apologise for this,” he said, taking advantage of her confusion to thrust his hand forward until he made contact with her forehead, coils of his magic already slipping into her mind, sifting through her memories to alter and erase, wiping every memory of their encounter from her mind. It did not take long, and when he withdrew, she dropped as though she were a puppet whose strings were cut, eyes rolling back in her head.
For reasons he could not name, he caught her and laid her on the sofa he had previously occupied. The time she had spent cleaning and mending his wound had clearly given his magical reserves enough time to minimally replenish themselves, and he relished in being able to erase every trace of his presence in the apartment with a mere flick of his fingers.
He mended his leathers in the same gesture, stroking his fingers across the surface of his chest, unmarred and smooth, as though he’d never been injured at all.  
He paused, briefly, before he left, eyes falling to the mortal he had left slumbering on the sofa.
“I owe you a debt,” he spoke quietly, knowing that her subconsciousness would hear, understand, and file away the words for later. “When you have need of me, call my name.”
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                                                Chapter 3 "NO!" Jane made an attempt to run towards her cousin, only to be stopped by Natasha. "NO! NO! NO!" she wailed, falling to her knees
Natasha wasn't sure how to react to what she had just witnessed. Jane's cousin and Loki had just been sucked into a vortex and now everything was calm, as if nothing had ever happened. The only evidence that remained was the dead bodies of the creatures that had attacked them. Natasha just held onto a hysterical Jane and watched a panicked Thor run towards where they had been sucked up, with a lost expression on his face.
"Thor, what happened to them?" Tony asked cautiously, as he walked up behind him. "Are they-"
"Dead?" Thor finished; swallowing. "I do not know. I assume there was a long fall..." he didn't elaborate, and realized he had started to shake. How many times was he going to have to watch Loki die?
Tony closed his eyes for a moment. "Okay, say they did survive, she's with Loki. He'll protect her, won't he?"
"He will, but I fear it will not matter. I fear, even Loki will be outmatched for what they are to face." 
"Where did that take them, Thor?" Thor stayed silent for several moments before answering. 
"Muspelheim, the home of the fire giants that just attacked us."
 "Loki did okay back there?" Tony was confused. Loki could handle himself, why was Thor so worried?
"It's not the giants that are the threat, though, with enough, even Loki would be outmatched." Thor's voice had converted to a whisper. "I fear, I have once again lost my brother and Jane her cousin." 
"You don't know that for sure." Tony pointed out. Thor had never been so easy to give up. "You cannot just give up on them!"
"How would you expect me to get to them?" Thor growled. "The Bitfrost is still down, and I doubt father will allow Heimdall to grant me access to such a place." 
"You mean your dad would just leave them there!" Tony gasped. "And I thought my father was a shitty parent." 
"They are lost to us, unless Loki can find his way out." Thor sighed, shaking his head. How was he supposed to tell Jane that her cousin was gone, and more than likely dead already? Even if they did survive the landing, it wouldn't be long before something got a hold of them.
                                                 **** Octavia was startled awake by a loud growl outside the cave entrance. The moment she jumped, Loki had clasped his hand over her mouth, widening his eyes. "Keep still." he mouthed. She obeyed, mostly out of paralyzing fear. Octavia had no idea what was outside and she couldn't be entirely sure Loki knew either. Several minutes went by and they hadn't heard anything, so Loki silently, and slowly, crept to the cave entrance, peaking outside. "Whatever it was, it's gone now." Loki whispered, crawling back to sit beside her. "Though, I think we should wait a bit before we leave. To be sure." She nodded in agreement.
 "What was that?" she shuddered at the thought of what could be lurking outside.
"Don't know, seeing as I've never actually been here before." Loki looked at the girl, who was now even more terrified. "Your guess is as good as mine at this point."
"Are we going to make it out alive?" she choked, holding back tears.
 Loki sighed heavily. "Doubtful." He decided not to sugar coat it, she needed to know exactly how much danger they were really in. 
"You couldn't just lie to me!" she exclaimed. "Thanks a lot!"
Loki glared at her. "Fine then. Yes, we will undoubtedly make it out alive, today actually. Perhaps, maybe even now. OH look at that, we're home!" he spat sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Was that better?"
"No!" 
"Of course, it wasn't." he growled. "Now shut up."
 "Screw you!" she spat, flipping him the bird. "I wish you would have just let me go!"
"The feeling is mutual."
Ouch, that stung. Octavia didn't like Loki and it was obvious he didn't like her either, but he didn't have to agree. She just sank down against the wall and stayed quiet, wishing she could just disappear. Loki didn't say anything for a long time, at least, not until he had decided they needed to move on. She didn't argue and just followed silently and closely behind him as they left the cave.
 "It's so hot." Octavia complained. They had been walking for four hours and she was tired of not being able to bitch about it. "This sucks."
"No kidding." Loki scowled. He was pouring sweat, miserable, cranky, and still weak. His injuries had healed, but the heat was wearing on him. "I'm a Frost Giant, how do you think I feel?"
"A what?" she asked bewildered.
 "A Frost Giant, this form is nothing but a glamor." he smirked, knowing he'd freaked her out. "If it wasn't so hot, I'd show you."
"Uh, no offense, but shouldn't you be bigger?" she questioned. "I mean, the fire ones were huge, so..."
Loki glared at her. "Supposed to be, yes, but I was left to die, taken by the Alfather after the battle. I was only an infant."
"Harsh." Loki was a dick, but he didn't deserve that. "So what, you were too small, so they just cast you out?"
"I suppose. I really am not sure. I'd rather not discuss it." Octavia nodded, dropping the subject. They stayed quiet for a long time after that, and she couldn't help but start to feel a little bad for Loki. Maybe there was a reason why he was so angry.
"Why haven't we seen anything?" she decided to break the silence.
"I believe most of these creatures stir in the night. We will need to be sure to be in a safe location before dusk."
She nodded. "So, if you've never been here, how do you know so much?"
"Just because I have never been here, does not mean I do not pay attention. I also read." he scoffed. "You have not been to every place in Midgard, yet, you know the culture?"
"Yes."
"Same difference." Loki stopped suddenly, raising a hand for her to stay quiet. "I hear water. Come." 
Loki had led them to a stream, although, Octavia was a little reluctant to drink the water. Loki had used magic to filter it, placing it in a magically conjured bowl, but it still didn't give her a lot of comfort. In the end, she drank greedily, because she was too thirsty to deny it. While she sat by the stream, Loki had found an area of woods. The trees were burned and mostly dead, but it provided more seclusion than being out in the open like they had been. It was also going to be dark soon and Loki wondered if maybe he could find something close by and then go out and hunt for food. He went back to retrieve Octavia and led her through the dead woods, conveniently finding another cave entrance. This one was larger than the last and empty. Loki wondered why the past two caves he had found had both been empty, seeing as most of the creatures probably dwelled in them. Regardless, they needed shelter and he had decided this was going to be it for the night. He left her alone long enough to find them something to eat. He had found some type of mutated deer and prayed it was edible. He brought it back, cut it up, and even though they both hated to do it, they built a fire in order to cook their meal.
It was dark now and neither of them had gotten sick yet, so the "deer" must have been okay to eat. Loki made a mental note of that. He'd really rather no poison himself, that would be most unpleasant.
"I hate the weather here!" Octavia grumbled. "It's either too fucking hot, or freezing! Why can't there be a middle ground?" She shivered, rubbing her bare arms for warmth. It had been summer on her planet, so she didn't have any type of warm clothing for the harsh nights. "Is it because this cave is bigger, or is it colder?"
"It's colder." Loki confirmed. "Come here."
She didn't protest and all but ran and jumped into his arms. Octavia was freezing and even if she had to cuddle with an arrogant, asshole God, she would. "Thank you."
Loki chuckled. "I wouldn't thank me just yet, pet. I worry this will not be enough. The temperature will only drop in the next few hours." he smirked.
Octavia glared at him. "Did you just suggest, what I think you just did!"
"I suggested nothing. I only simply stated, holding you, as I am, will not keep you warm enough to sleep without freezing to death."
"You're already cold!"
Loki hummed in agreement. "That is right." he frowned. "Damn."
"I am NOT having sex with you! I will freeze first."
"You just might." The way he spoke wasn't threatening, but it was clearly a warning. She really might just freeze to death.
"Can't we build another fire?"
"Not in the night, they will see." Damn, he was right.
"This cannot be happening." Octavia felt her stomach drop. She realized she might have to have sex with him, in order to survive the night. Wonderful. 
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The Garden and the God -Part 3-
Loki P.O.V
“Oh, Loki … my little, quiet stem of grass.”
I gulped as if forced to swallow a ball of thorns. It was she, no one else knew my old nickname, and only she called me so … she called me this way almost almost ‘til  the lasts of her days. “My little stem of grass”.
I heard her laugh, without malice, without wickedness … just with love, as always.
“Why do not you look at me, darling? Do not you want to see me? I wanted to see you so much.”
She dared to ask me!
I would have given my life for her … that bloody day, and I wanted to die a thousand times crushed by blame, by immense pain. Immense also for the strong shoulders of an adult man.
“I … I …” not even a word came out from me. Then I dare to raise my head, slowly: I did not know to who speak up to, nor did I remember how to do it, but for a second I prayed the Strength of the Sacred Tree for supporting me. And for not make me go back to the awaking world just at that moment.
  “You!!” Loki exclaimed, exasperated, eyes wide. Of all the people who were circulating in that place, and of all the mighty heroes Stark had brought together, the blond and massive man who occupied most of the door space was the last person he had thought about. He dropped down, sitting on the soft couch, utterly speechless: it was not easy to let the God of Mischief speechless, yet that loudmouth named Stark had succeeded almost twice in half an hour.
He ran his hands through his hair, black as the wing of the raven.
“What demon of idiocy made me get out of bed, this morning?”  said Loki to himself, whispering. Thor stepped forward and glanced at Stark.
“Did you tell him? He does not take it well, right?”
Loki was sick and tired. To the bones.
“No, I did not take it well, God of Thunder, and I’ll tell you more, … I have enough!” He yelled, standing up abruptly and reaching the door like a fury. He started to open it and leave, when suddenly he stopped and retraced his steps.
“No. No, wait.” He said, “Just to know, are there other projects that concern me I should know about?” His voice flooded with anger and sarcasm, his eyes were green flames full of frustration, and darted from one to other of the two men, looking for serious answers to those empty talk, to those mysteries that were about him. “Is there anything else I should know? Shall I come sold to another secret organization? Shall I  finish the rest of my days in some dungeon? What else?”
Thor looked at his brother’s outburst, thoughtfully biting his lip: despite the fact that their relationship now was non-existent, Thor was sorry to see him filled with fury and exasperated, and, knowing him, bland him with good, sugar-coated words worsened things.
“Did you tell him what it was?” he asked to Stark, which had remained silent to receive the outburst of Loki.
“He did not give me time, my friend!”
Thor approached the younger brother and put a hand on his shoulder.
“Then let’s sit together, Loður, and at least let us explain what we want from you.”
Loður. The young God of Mischief frowned, visibly distressed. Pretending, he sitting down, hoping that neither of them would notice his sudden distress, or the renewed paleness of his cheeks; he had just heard his name in ancient Norse language, the one he had learned as a little child, the one with which he spoke in the wonderful, terrible kingdom that saw him grow up.
Loður. What a strange feeling to hear that sound, rustling as the wind … it was so long since he could hear the sound of his native language. Words that were sometimes hard as cracked stones and clang of swords, …others that were whisperings of leaves and sea foam. Why no one had talk to him in his own language made of woods and sun? Not even that stubborn blonde beast of Thor had done it anymore, and why had he just chosen that moment for …
“Mitt lítið grasstrá…”
Certainly, Loki’s heart missed a beat somewhere, in an infinite moment of terror and wonder.
‘Wha…?’
It was not been a thought. Not one of his. It had been the thought of someone else who had whispered, smiling, in his mind. A drop of frosty sweat came down from his temple. How could he have been so foolish not to remember?
“Mitt lítið grasstrá…”
Loki inhaled a deep breath, as if was afraid of not having enough air anymore.
  Loki P.O.V
I opened my eyes and slowly raised my head toward her. She was beautiful even through the veil of tears that blurred my eyes. She was beautiful however and wherever, … more beautiful than all the treasures of Asgard, more bright than the rising sun between the branches of the Tree of the Nine Realms, more delightful than the dawn rose on the Great Ocean.
Frigga, Queen of Asgard, Odin’s Wife, Mother of Women, and Lady of Heaven was in front of me. Dressed in bright gold, her hair adorned with pearls, radiant smile and eyes full of love.
“Loki, my little Loki! Here you are, finally!”
I looked at her and for a moment I did not even hear her, lost as I was in contemplating such beauty, and wondering why it was happening. I would have liked to speak back too, but the words did not come out of my throat, and my lips trembled for emotion. Her voice. The song of the birds, during the first night of the Creation of the Worlds, did not equal such sweetness. My mother…
She took my hands, held them and smiled.
“But why are we here in this shadow? Come on, let’s go down there, in the sun, my little stem of grass.”
A tear escaped from my eyelashes.
She was talking to me in the Nordic language of Asgard, the one with whom I grew up and talked to my family. Hear it hurts me as much as the song that had brought me there.
In the sunny area there was a massive pink marble balcony to which she stopped. She put a hand on my cheek and looked at me, seemed surprised as if watching something wonderful.
 “ Loki, sweetheart,… dry those tears, is alright, everything is alright.” Frigga whispered to me. She brushed back a strand of hair behind my ear: she always did, to me and my brother  "How handsome you are, honey, if only you could see … my little stem of grass.“
Again.
I smiled at her while I pressed my mother’s hand on my cheek and covered it with kisses.
“Do you remember why did I call you this way?”
I shook my head.
“Because you were so delicate, fragile … it seemed you should break from one moment to the another, and I loved dressing you in green clothes, so everyone could see that neither the Gods had  been able to create as much bewildering beauty as that of your wonderful eyes. ”
I smiled.
“But I never broke, mother …” from my lips came the first words I could tell her. “… no one has ever managed to break me, not even my own demons.”
“I know, sweetheart.” she said sadly, “But you were so close to being it and I was no longer at your side to help you, to support you, to give you courage in your long dark moments. But I’m so proud of you, anyway.”
I lowered my head. I could not bear those words, I could hear them burn on the skin and in the soul like a whiplash. I staggered and she supported me quickly.
“I … I deserve nothing, mother …” I whisper “Why do you tell me this? I … I …”
I wanted to say so many things, but everything was piled up on my lips and anything coherent came out of it, just stuttering as if I were an idiot.
“I … I did not want to … I swear to you, mother … there have been days when I cursed to be born, days when I wanted to give me death, days when I hated myself …”
Frightened by so much desperate anguish, my mother widened eyes full of pain, and she touched my lips with hand.
“No!” she almost shouted, and I saw her biting her lips to hide the tears “No, my sweetie, shut up! I do not want to hear another word … no, not any of these. I know what’s in your heart, I’ve always known and I know that you are a good son and a man of value and worthy of being loved. I know you, Loður , even if I didn’t  carry you in my womb … it is as if I had I had always carried within me, more than a mother. My precious Loður, son of the ice, my beautiful son with eyes as green as the first Spring of  Asgard… ”
If I had woken at that moment, the memory of those words would have made me the happiest among men and the most blessed among the Gods, but it did not happen, and indeed, the dream continued vivid and real more than ever, so much that I can tell about, like the memory of a day in my palace. I spoke my native tongue, and it was nice to hear my voice speak those hissing sounds like wind between dry leaves. It was so long that it did not happen, and made me return to be the young Loki Odinson, Prince of Asgard, who loved books more than the sword, but when he made spinning his daggers in the air, he became more lethal than Thor himself. Fighting has never frightened me, although it is true that I prefer words to the blade. And precisely because of this I know that the word is the most deadly and sharp of all swords, because its wounds never heal, they always bleed and wake you up in the middle of the night torturing you with the most atrocious, torturing sorrow.
Part 1 Part 2
Thanks so much to dear @lancelottie for the proper translation of my miserable Old Norse language.
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June Snippets Request List! (2020)
This is where you can see all the requests for this months snippets are and know what to expect. When they are posted and added to the masterlist, they will be crossed out!
VIKINGS
Hvitserk trying to be a wingman for you, but failing miserably. But he gets points for trying
NSFW Being a special kind of omega and needing two alphas, Ivar and Hvitserk
Eating all of Hvitserk’s food because you’re pregnant
Teasing the brothers that you’ll fight them and they think it’s funny (gen z!reader)
NSFW Going to the movies and teasing the boys because the movie is ‘boring’ 
The brothers fighting about who your favorite is, but you tell them it’s ragnar (gen z!reader)
Falling for Bjorn after being sent back in time (Avengers/Vikings)
Always calling Bjorn ‘old man’ and he starts to respond to that name (gen z!reader)
Being banished and giving birth to Ivar’s son (prequel)
Finally have a daughter after a lot of sons with Ivar and she’s a daddy’s girl 
NSFW Spending Valentine’s Day with Hvitserk
Wanting to show Ivar your new dresses (kid!reader crush)
Asking your mother to braid your hair nicely so you can show them off to Ivar (kid!reader crush)
Reuniting Bjorn with one of his sons after he loses him in the shops (single dad!bjorn)
Studying with Hvitserk and Ivar
NSFW Using a safeword with Ivar and feeling guilty about it
Introducing Hvitserk to your dads
Harald knowing he’s a keeper when your daughter asks him if he’s going to be her daddy
Deciding to marry Ivar and Hvitserk to secure your alliance with Kattegat
Giving birth to Sigurd’s child and Ivar being jealous about it (part 3)
Telling the boys you’re pregnant with Ragnar’s and they’re not-so-secretly jealous about it (younger!reader)
Ivar asking Hvitserk for another child when he sees how great of a mother you are
Domestic life with Ivar and Hvitserk
The brothers catching Hvitserk baking cookies with you and wearing a pink apron
Hvitserk and Ivar panicking when you go into labor 
Hvitserk and Ivar introducing you as their girlfriend to their brothers (hvitty/reader/ivar)
NSFW Hvitserk and Ivar celebrating your birthday 
Telling Ivar that your dead ex-husband is haunting the house
Fighting with Hvitserk and Ivar on a road trip because they think they know direction better than a GPS
Ivar showing up on your wedding day and telling you he still loves you
Going on a fancy dinner date with Ivar and Hvitserk
Ivar falling for you and getting jealous when men touch you (stripper!reader)
The brothers saying the Hvitserk is whipped by he just knows how to please his woman
NSFW Teasing Ivar at his family’s house during dinner
NSFW Skinny dipping with Hvitserk
Ivar confessing his feelings after you get into a new relationship
NSFW Hvitserk showing you how much he wants you after you tease him all day. 
Breaking down in front of Hvitserk and Ivar because of all the stress
Ivar meeting his grown son he didn’t know about
NSFW Asking Hvitserk what he wants to eat when he complains he’s hungry and he goes down on you
Meeting Ivar and getting a crush on him (kid!reader crush) (prequel) 
Introducing Ragnar and the brothers to the Thor movies (gen z!reader)
Your parents disowning you when you refuse to stop seeing Ubbe
Ivar introducing himself to you after stalking you since you moved in across the street
Losing you pacies on purpose so you can suck on Ivar’s fingers (little!reader)
Talking about your feeling in the aftermath of having sex with Ivar (part 2)
Ivar thanking you for giving him his twin sons
Not know if your child is Ivar’s or Hvitserk’s, but they both agree to raise the child regardless of who the father is
MARVEL
Staring some kind of poly relationship with Bucky and Steve after meeting up in Wakanda when Bucky comes out of cryo
Cuddling with Alpha Bucky after a long mission because he’s too tired to do anything else 
You and Loki scenting your two newborn pups
Dating Bucky in secret because you don’t want Peter to know
Alpha Steve scenting you when you feel uncomfortable because someone’s getting too close
WITCHER
Being Geralt’s wife and Jaskier being like a son to you
Geralt being jealous that you’re spending a lot of time with a man, but not knowing that it’s a doctor because you’re pregnant
Alpha Jaskier feeling his pup kicking
Realizing Geralt is your soul mate because the pattern on his tail matches yours (mermaid au)
Geralt coming to a kingdom to help kill a monster, finding that Jaskier is a prince now because he married you
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In Royal Blue Ch2
Chapter 2: Did Anyone Get the Number of that Bilgesnipe?
Summary:
Loki wakes in Stark Tower and almost sets off the man with breath taking anger issues.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Loki awakens to a very white room, with the unmistakable smell of infirmary.
And his head feels like an overripe melon.
“What in the Nine?” he asks himself, or tries to. The words come out slurry and muffled to his ears.
“Good evening Mr. Loki, I shall inform Mr. Stark you are awake.”
He flinches, he doesn't jump Princes do not startle like maidens, and looks around but sees no one.
“Who are you?”
“That's Jarvis, he runs the Tower and everything in it.” Stark sits in a small chair next to the bed. “Now Lolo, mind telling me why you're here and look like a smurf?”
Loki grits his teeth, “I do not answer to you Stark!”
Stark frowns, “Hey! Is that any way to talk to the guy who saved your ass!? You owe me so start talking!”
Loki takes a deep breath and sighs. “This is my punishment Stark. I am to be left here in your miserable Realm for the rest of my life.”
Stark runs a hand down his face and groans. “What if we don't want you here, huh Reindeer Games? What if we don't need another psychotic criminal running around!?”
“The Allfather does not care for mortal concerns, Stark. Odin’s word is Law.”
Stark leans back in the chair, hitting his head against it repeatedly.
He supposes he cannot blame the man, who would want a monster like Loki running around.
“I suppose…you will be handing me over to your SHIELD now Stark. For the best of course.”
“No.” Stark sets a paper sack on the bed tray. “Food, eat up Rock of Ages, I'll be back with more questions later. Don't try to leave, Jarvis is watching and he can use the suits.”
And with that Stark leaves him, utterly confused. It must be a trick, a trap or ploy.
He examines the bag, it smells like food, and his stomach is so very empty. Still he did not stay alive all this time on trust. It could very well send him back into sleep to awaken inside of SHIELD. If he had his magic he could search out such deceit.
“The food has not been tampered with Mr. Loki. You are very malnourished and need to eat.”
Loki does jump this time, how in Odin’s beard does Stark deal with a watcher with no physical form!?
But it also has no reason to lie…can it lie at all?
The hunger wins out and soon Loki has eaten through five large burgers.
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Full, not too hot, and laying on a bed that is at least more comfortable than concrete. It's a vast improvement, but what will Stark want in return? And why offer such comforts? Loki himself surely wouldn't to his own enemies.
At least his fingers are healed. It's not as quickly as before, no. Before would take minutes, not hours. But perhaps his natural Jotunn abilities cannot be suppressed, even by Odin.
For the first time since being banished Loki feels something other than helpless and weak.
He decides he might as well sleep, it might be his last chance to.
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“Tony, this is such a bad idea! Why? And how did you know it was him!?”
“Don't get your purple panties in a wad, Brucie! I told you why, and well….look at him. You can see his ribs and a bunch of normal drunks beat him up!”
Voices, one is Stark but the other…Bruce?...Banner!? The Beast!
Loki sits up with a shock, eyes flying open. The two standing by the bed jump.
“Hey sleeping beauty, nice of you to join us!” Stark smiles at him, smiles like the Beast isn't right there! Stupid mortal!
“Stark! Why is the Beast here!? Come to break me again for your own amusement!?”
A look of pain flashes on the face of the small man with anger issues.
“Tony, look I'll keep quiet and I will…do your favor but I have to go.” The Beast all but flees the room.
Stark sits in the chair again, leaning forward and glaring at him. “Bruce is a good man, not a beast. Besides you should know all about hidden monsters, right Frost Giant?”
Loki curls in on himself. “Shut up Stark! What do you want!? Why am I here!?”
Stark takes a deep breath and then; “I have questions , and I want answers. Before you even think about being difficult remember I can still hand you over to SHIELD, understand?”
He swallows, so information, there is always a price to pay after all. “Fine, ask.”
"Why did you throw the invasion?”
What? Loki looks up and meets Starks eyes, they're hard, determined, sure. “I…how do you know I did? I killed people Stark. I killed your Agent!”
“Phil? Nah, you tried but he is very much alive. Your eyes aren't blue, I asked Thor. You also aren't that stupid, reckless if the stories are true but not stupid. So spill.”
Dread fills Loki’s stomach like a broken damn. But perhaps…perhaps he can use this, stay away from SHIELD, use Stark. Keep himself safe. “Very well….His name is Thanos..”
Loki tells of falling from the Bifrost, the Void, and with shaking hands and breath the torture of the Other. The rape of his mind. Of Thanos, the Mad Titan. His worship of death, his need to destroy.
When it is done Stark merely sets a drink of water on the table and leaves. What will be will be, Loki is so very tired of it all. If he should die now…well it's only the death of a monster.
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Insert scene #2 of the night for Last Chance along with tying it into the rest of the story.
So, to catch everyone up on some Norse tradition: the kitty cat is basically the engagement ring. Cats were seen as an essential part of the household and gifting it to a woman was like asking for her hand in marriage.
In summary, I love messing around with this symbolism. In an old vampire story I wrote while in college I had the vampire be from the age of Vikings just so I could drop this in it. 
After this scene I’ll be writing the appearances of more reincarnated deities from Norse mythology as a mix of children and teens - one of whom is a comical entry as a foster child for the pair. 
I’ll give you a hint to who it is: her appearance makes Loki do a “no-nonononononono! Do you even remember what her past self did to me?” “Of course, you whined about your balls for months afterward.”
Yes, I did a thing. I did a very funny but evil thing in my edit outlines.
Other thing I should mention before dropping the previews is that in several scenes before this, Vali (Loki and Sigyn’s son) makes his appearance as a... demoted deity, shapeshifter - you know what let’s just call it undecided. For simplicity he’s a cross between shapeshifter (chooses the shift) and werewolf (cannot choose the shift). He will get his own novella in this series and I have about one-eighth of it done.
Non-spoilery explanation for Loki’s groveling is there was a big argument and Sigyn’s reincarnation, Sara, hasn’t let him come back for a few weeks.
On with the previews starting with Loki’s POV:
The past few weeks were miserable. Every day I sent Sara a token. On Sundays I sent flowers, Mondays I sent her a candy Thor called chocolate, Tuesdays I sent her a love poem, Wednesdays I sent her a spell infused item to keep her warm and safe, Thursday I sent her a grand meal, Fridays I magically filled her home with music, and Saturdays I gave her jewelry – items crafted with my fire and hammered out with Thor’s help.
Today, I was breaking the long tradition of the last five weeks. Today, I was begging.
The apartment door looked as cold and uninviting as the weather outside. I timed my visit with a snowstorm with the faint hope that I wouldn’t be turned away.
Spoilers removed!
Her mystic eyes glanced up then looked back down at her hands. “Are you sure you want to approach while I’m wielding a weapon?”
Still upset but not livid, better than I hoped for then. I only sighed and sat down across from her.
“I’ll chance it. If anyone has the right to stab me, it’s you.” I set today’s gift on the marble surface. A modest size box – not huge and not small – made of wood and magic, it held my final plea inside of it, a gift that seemed to have my entire soul in it’s hands.
She stared at it almost knowingly. “Loki-”
“Please, just…open it.”
Slender fingers touched the sanded surface and slid the latch back. Without a word, she reached in and brought the kitten out. The rascal was promised to be a perfect mouser; it was an elegant black with a tiny streak of white on it’s tail.
Marry me. I couldn’t ask out loud, but she surely would remember the tradition of our former era.
“I want us to start over,” I told her as if six little words could undo everything I had ever done or said that harmed her. Spoilers removed!
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She cupped my cheek. “Our souls could have lived a hundred even a thousand lives, maybe more, and yet we still stand here, together and ready to be each other’s whole world when the world is against us. If I hated you, feared you – don’t you think I would have left centuries ago?”
... Sara’s POV
When Vali returned, he took one glance at us and the kitten before putting a shopping bag on the kitchen island. Inside were two pads of paper and a whole lot of pens.
“Dinner will be ready in an hour?” he wondered.
I looked at the pan of lasagna. It was half done and still needed to cook after I finished layering it. “Maybe an hour and a half,” I responded.
“I’ll pick up cake if the two of you swear to write down some ground rules while I’m gone so everyone avoids seeing this one,” our soul son gestured at his father, “mope for weeks on end.”
Loki’s expression was comical. I wasn’t sure what emotion he meant to project but if anyone could be the founder of a look of wounded-indignation it was him.
“I did not mope!” he insisted.
Vali’s brow rose. “Then what do you call finding you and Thor crying on the couch together while speaking about your marital troubles?”
And one more comical one just for fun in Loki’s POV.
But before I could start another bout of lust, the cabin’s door crashed open. I jolted fully awake and leapt from the bed, putting myself between the door and Sara.
Thor stood in the doorway with a look of pure murder. Blind to the fact that both Sara and I were naked, he strode forward and gripped my shoulder. “We have a man to kill,” he said so seriously that it could not be a joke.
“Huh?”
“I am going to kill Frey and you are going to help me,” he said.
“Frey? He who has gigantic…” I paused to think of a better word to phrase it but motioned to my genitals when I couldn’t find the right word. “That Frey? He’s still alive?”
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