#but also she said don’t call me loki and why would they give her the name sylvie if not using the enchantress and also BLOND
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“Lovin her seems tiring..” part 1
Taggies/ warnings; Pro!HeroKats, cheating, fingering, creampie, blowjob, ridding, cumming, squirting, swearing, mention of sex toys, dirty talk, titty fuck, drinking, drunk messaging, dry humping.
a/n: i had a little to much fun with the Taggies/warnings, lmao!: hello! Tysm for all the damn love! I honestly feel really happy I decided to make an account cuz I’d just go on tumblr and read bkg fics. Some of my favorites have liked Stuffie animals and some followed me, which oml🥹 but i’am really just on here to make people’s day and make some new friends:D enjoy my first 18+ fic and tell me what anime characters or characters I should write abt! Love ya! 🤭🫶🏼
You’ve been working with Katsuki Bakugo, aka, the more professional word, “Dynamight” for a few months now. As his pretty little assistant, you have to deal with his bull shitting, make meetings for him, make meeting PLANS with other pro heros, schedule trips for him and his little bitch of a girlfriend, Kira. God you fucking hate her. You don’t really wanna admit that you have a big crush on Dynamight, but only your diary knows that information. But, you get why he chose her. She has the perfect long black silk hair that hangs out with her ass, glossy lips, pretty dark green eyes, slim hourglass figure, and perfect pale skin. But, you also don’t know why the fuck he chose her, because all she does on her free time is spend Bakugos money on stuff she wants. You’re also pretty positive she spent some of his money on a fucking boob job.
You come home to your cute apartment to your cat Loki, stretching on your leg begging to be carried and snuggle up with his favorite human in the world. If you’re feeling in the mood, you’d pick him up and put him on the little bed by the window where he spends most of his time sleeping, when you two get up, sleeping when you’re getting ready for work, and sleeping when you’re at work.
Anyways, you’re in the mood to just sit in your bed, legs spread wide, with your box of toys next to you. head propped up on some pillows while your vibration toy is on your puffy sensitive clit thinking of Bakugo pushing his redish pink angry head through your sensitive folds while you’re moaning his name.
“F-fuck..! C-cant.. f-fucking take i-it! Bak- mh~ Bakugo!” You moan. The white bed sheets turning a light shade of grey.
You take a look down in between your legs to see what just happened. You’ve never squirted before? Usually your clit would just throb. You swipe off hair from your forehead when you hear your phone ringing.
You scramble out of the bed to get to your phone which was across the room.
:caller ID; Dynamight🧡💥:
“Shit!” You whisper yell as you tried to swipe answer.
“Hello? y/n speaking,” you say trying to sound professional and calm since you just fucking squirted.
“Fuckin know who you are.” Bakugo grumbles.
“Sorr-“ Bakugo cuts you off.
“Need ya to schedule a hotel for me and you. Got a fuckin mission in Tokyo and ya need to come with.” He says with an annoyed voice.
“I-“ you get cut off again, but with a girls voice.
“Katsuki! I need more laced bras! Ugh, you’re so cheap! Gimme your card now! And who the fuck are you on call with? Trynna cheat on me while I’m in the same fucking room as you right now?!??”
You’re guessing that’s Kira. God she’s annoying. She’s obviously a fucking gold digger out for his fame and money. You’d be so much better to him unlike his bratty girlfriend.
“I’m on the fuckin phone with my damn assistant brat! I don’t give two fucks if ya need laced ass bras! Leave me the fuck alone woman!” Bakugo yells.
“Make the fuckin reservations tonight.” The last sentence he said before hanging up.
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i saw one of loki’s crew member’s say ‘he’s in love.’
it doesn’t have to be for sylvie.
it doesn’t have to be for mobius.
i think it’s good that they didn’t mention who. but i think personally that it’s mobius.
and that doesn’t make me delusional. yes, sylvie and loki got a kiss. but that’s all it was. because sylvie wanted her own life, and she was perfectly fine without loki. no matter their ‘deeper relationship’, i think they have given up on each other. i think that from the beginning, it was just supposed to be about self-reflection.
i also personally believe that they were pushed together because it was the closest thing to a heterosexual romance. (only my opinion).
even both the actors had said
‘it’s kinda weird isn’t it?’
‘sylvie was like a mirror that reflects and challenges him.’
‘it’s more like a goodbye kiss.’
i think their relationship (if they had one) ended. not ignored, but it’s that both the characters have realised what they want.
‘i want my friends back.’
‘i want to live.’
i didn’t ship lokius in season 1, because i acknowledged the fact that mobius was, in some way, mistreating loki. he may have been loki’s first friend after episode four, but sometimes he emotionally manipulated loki using his past as a weapon.
but in season 2, platonically or romantically, they loved each other. it was just there. their synchrony, their co ordination, their deeper conversations, their care for the other’s well being.
loki was lost without mobius in episode 5.
mobius was lost without loki in episode 6.
it was kind of visible. and it gives me sort of soulmate vibes.
they were so comfortable around each other. and i don’t ship them because they’re two men.
i ship them because they had such a beautiful relationship.
it’s so sad that we’re called delulu because we expected a queer relationship in a large scale show that is crucial for a franchise. but that’s how it is.
if mobius would have been a woman, they would immediately make them a couple with the screen time they have. all those touches would be a ‘spark’ and all those deeper conversations would have more romantic value.
i didn’t want a kiss, or a hand hold, or basically anything like they do in typical romances.
if in every interview they can talk about all the connections he’s made, and openly say that he’s in love, why didn’t we get some closure.
why did we get a half-assed ‘for you’ and then loki just processing the burden of his purpose. why didn’t we get a real-time, ‘thank you for finding me, mobius’ or ‘goodbye.’ or a hug or something!
tumblr is the only social media i’m on, and i only follow the loki fandom. and with the ship war out there, i just wanted to say, i’m sorry if i offended any sylki fans (even with my prev posts). but i’m not sorry for shipping lokius despite that kiss and believing that if loki loves someone, it’s mobius.
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Rebuild Your Ruins, Part 2
Summary: So how does Bucky feel about your coupling?
Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader, Ari Levinson X Reader, Ragnar Lothbrok X Reader
Rating: mature
Warnings: language, sexual comments, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.1K
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You twist the sword towards Bucky. Tilting your head to look at him with a devilish smirk, but still the two of you create a circle around the clearing. A few people from the village come to watch the two of you try to demand domination over the other. Neither flinching or lurching towards each other, just this dance that you always do.
“We’re at this again,” Steve yells at the two of you. “Have you no pride, man. Fighting a woman.”
“Not everyone desires just to be in between my legs,” you look over at Steve only for a split second to see his cheeks go rosey, as he looks away from you. “Did I strike a nerve, Stevie?”
“Shut up, Aesir. Finish your song and dance with Barnes.”
“Why the rush? You won’t be having me today,” Floki stands beside Steve, poking him and chattering out his laugh. Steve shrugs his fingers off of him, glaring at you. You look back over to him, quickly shutting your mouth when a set of piercing blue eyes walks ever closer to your clearing.
“Barnes, I’m tired of waiting.”
“Then make your move, princess,” you take a step closer, and Bucky matches you. Always matching you. Waiting first before he counters your efforts. “Ladies first, my dear.”
“I am no lady.”
“Don’t I know. You would rather be shoved up against a building,” you swing your sword at him, but he blocks you, “And now you’ve tired of Steve.”
“But it’s okay for you to have your whores?” You ask, irritated that he would make that judgment on you.
“Hehe,” Floki pokes at Steve again. “Lover’s quarrel. You soiled his future wife.”
Ari leans forward onto the fence, mostly paying attention to you. Your footwork was better than any man. You showed no fear. You and Bucky had been training together the moment that you came to the village, and there was rarely a winner in these duals. More of a wait as to who would draw. You two knew each other’s moves, and more importantly the other’s weaknesses.
“Why do you call her his future wife?”
“Ragnar said she is to marry him,” hearing Floki, you make a move with your sword, while also knocking Bucky on the shoulder. “She’s as stubborn as a mule. So now we have this. She’s fighting for her chance to not marry.”
“Why doesn’t she want to marry him?”
Floki looks Ari up and down, and gives his arm a squeeze, “Hmm, why indeed? They would end up killing each other as soon as fucking.”
“And you?” Ari gives Steve a nudge, “Why don’t you want to marry her?”
“She scares me. She’d have my balls cut off before she said I do,” Floki cackles, and nods.
“And still you sank within her warmth?” Steve’s face turns bright red, and he turns to walk away. “He’s a bit sensitive isn’t he?” Floki laughs again, and points towards you and Bucky. You were beating him in the moment. “What’s the deal with these two?”
“They’re too much the same. Jackasses.”
“Takes one to know one, Floki,” you spit towards him, and Bucky disarms you. “Bastard,” you were allowing Bucky to control the fight. Becoming distracted by the beefy man watching you.
“But she is special. Thor gifted us with her himself,” he turns to look at Ari with his mischievous grin. “Sometimes I wonder if it was Loki in disguise.”
Bucky drops his sword, tackling you to the ground. The two of you roll around a moment, before he straddles you, pinning you to the ground, “I’ve always wondered what you would look like from this angle, Aesir.”
“Oh, yeah? And what do you think?” He brings your hands above your head, leaning forward smelling up your neck, and your breathing hitches.
Leaning more into you, he whispers into your ear, “You look much better on your back. Submit,” you kick up at his back, and have him twisted to the ground. Your own legs around his body, Placing your knees on his hands, “This angle isn’t too bad either. Although, too much separates us.”
You snort out a laugh, leaning forward to him, “You’ll never know just how tight my cunt is. Submit,” his hands move out from under your knees, and he grabs tight to your hips. Slamming your body over him, and you squeal when his tightened pants touch on your covered mound, “Bucky!”
“Why are we fighting this?”
“Let me go!” You pop out of his hold on you, and storm off, leaving him hard and uncomfortable in front of everyone.
“Did you really think that would work?” Floki tsks him, and points at Ari, “Tell him, Aesir is no common girl. She’s not a whore you demand. Such a disappointment,” he turns, and his long stride goes in search of Ragnar, letting him know that you would be in a sour mood this evening.
“I’m confused,” Ari says, jumping over the fence, picking up your sword, and he bows towards Bucky, “Forgive me if I’m overstepping my boundaries, but do you want to wed her or just bed her?”
Bucky looks down at his crotch, shaking his head, “Right now I need to fix my problem, and seeing how the woman who is promised to me has walked away,” he journeys to one of his many hoard of women, leaving Ari to sigh in defeat.
“Floki isn’t wrong,” Bjorn says, coming up to the clearing. This is how the two of you always ended it, going separate ways. “The problem is, Bucky may not be enough man for her. She was not born of my father, but still my father’s child. Stubborn and reckless. Always right, and doesn’t fold for no man.”
“That’s why the shy one? She could dominate him?”
“Talking about my sister’s sex life is fun,” Bjorn laughs, walking away. “Ask her if you want to know. Ask Floki, I’ve heard she tells him everything that he doesn’t want to know. Give it a moment, she won’t be going home. She’s taking to the trees, to the water, to the mountains, to anywhere but where Bucky will find her,” he points at your things in Ari’s hand. “I’ll make sure we have enough for you to join us for dinner.”
“Aesir!” Ragnar shouts from the ground, his fist hitting on the trunk of the tree, “Aesir, you are no longer twelve, you don’t run from your problems, you face them head on.”
Rolling your eyes you jump out of the tree, landing in front of Ragnar. “What?”
“I heard about you embarrassing both Steve and Bucky. Must you be so cruel to them?”
“Steve wants to assume that I won’t bite back when he makes dumbass comments. He should know better. And I can’t help it that Bucky knows not how to control his cock. What would you have me do? Fuck him in the middle of the village?”
You turn to walk away, heading further up the mountain, but he follows you. Remaining too quiet for your liking, “Scold me.”
“You’re not a child.”
“Then why are you treating me as such? You want me to marry Bucky? Fine. I’m married. And then what? I lose my position as a shieldmaiden to raise his children. I give up all that I have worked for, so a man that was once my equal takes my place. You see how fair that is?”
“Fair? Like your old family that would marry you to an old rich man to further their lands and wealth? I am offering you someone you love, someone who both of you would die for each other. Once the children are old enough, you can go on raids again,” you stop, spinning around to look at him. “What? I go back on my deal and let you give yourself to any man?”
“Yes! Bucky doesn’t see me in that way. He is used to women who don’t talk back, and that will wait on him. Serve him by laying on her back, keeping his dick wet. That’s what you raised me as Ragnar?”
“Sex isn’t a chore. Do you suppose Lagertha and I treat it as such?”
“No, but she had a choice. Why did I learn to become a warrior if only to turn around and serve a man who is no better than me? Why not bring me here and send me to the whore houses instead?”
Ragnar drops down to the ground. His icy eyes looking out into the sun, when he taps on the dirt, “Sit,” you sit down beside him. He turns to look at you, but you stare out at the horizon, “Ah, she does listen. Good girl.”
“Shut up.”
“You weren’t sent to a whore house because you were ten. You were raised to fight as any man, because it is your birthright to do so. Do not question the gods, Aesir. You are born of Thor’s blood. And no daughter of his is going to be a sniveling and useless whore. You are more than the flesh in between your thighs. You are powerful, and yes, a shieldmaiden. A Viking. A woman. A fierce warrior, but you are stupid in the ways of men. You want sex, there’s plenty out there. You want a husband, Bucky is a good match.”
“And if he doesn’t see me that way?”
“You made him hard.”
“I have made Steve hard, too. Sex doesn’t mean a good partner.”
“No, but good sex makes for a great partner. Come on, enjoy our time here. We go to Uppsala soon. Maybe you can ask the gods for all you desire. And maybe think of Bucky as more than just your partner. Had I known you would sulk up like this, I would have had you trained with Steve,” he ruffles your braids, and starts running down the mountain. Knowing just how much you despised that.
You start chasing him down the mountain, laughing as you start to gain on him. Getting back to the house, where you run into his back to stop. Lagertha scowls at the both of you, “You have company, Aesir,” she blinks her eyes rapidly, and you open the door.
You blank out at seeing Ari in your home. He was a mountain. Broad shoulders, and thick all over. It was enough to make you stutter, and slick flood to your core. “W-w-what are you doing here?” Ragnar cocks up an eyebrow watching you nervous, and stuttering. He points, but Lagertha pulls him back out of the modest home.
“You left your things,” he holds them up to show you. Walking out of the shadows, and closer to you, “That was incredible earlier.”
“That was nothing, honestly. I’ve fought Bucky since the start of my new life,” Ari gives you a confused look, and you tremble. He was so close to you, and you had hardly said two words to him prior. “I wasn’t born here. Ragnar and Floki brought me here. Raised me as their own. They’ve been good to me.”
“I see. You said brought, instead kidnapped?”
“I once thought of it as kidnapping. Had they left me where I was, I would have died. There was no one there,” you fiddle around with your arm ring, and Ari steps even closer. His own calloused fingers running over it as well.
“It’s a fine arm ring, Aesir,” when he smiles, and you want to melt into him. “Do you care if I join you for supper?”
“I’d love it.”
“What is that?” Ragnar asks his wife as they go down to the water. “What was that in our home?”
“That would be Ari. The one that Aesir has been looking at. It seems he’s been looking at her as well,” she gives him a smile, and shakes her head, “I know what you’re thinking. What about Bucky? So what about him? He hasn’t shown any interest in her, apart from a friend. In fact wasn’t it his best friend that was teaching our daughter the ways of a man? If Bucky cared for her, he could have done that.”
“Did you ever think he didn’t because he cared? That she means more to him than laying beneath him? Maybe he didn’t want to disappoint her,” Lagertha stands up, and smacks him on the arm, “What was that for?”
“Bucky can’t handle her.”
“And that man can?”
“Who said man?”
“What are you up to, woman?” Lagertha smiles, heading up to the house. “What are you setting up?”
“Man. As in one. Think bigger. But if she has to choose only one, I believe she has already chosen him. And he’s in our home. But if Bucky intends to be her husband, he’s going about it the wrong way. Tell him to prepare for Uppsala. Bring extras. But let her decide as did I. I chose you. I could very well have chosen Rollo. But I lie underneath you every night instead. Give her that decision. Until then, step back. Let her have some fun before she’s tied down with children.”
“Fine! Let her have fun, as long as we get to have fun,” Ragnar scoops Lagertha up, kissing along her neck. “Getting her out of the house more would be nice. I miss when she and Steve were doing whatever that was.”
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Hey there 🤭
I would like to make a fun/fluff request if you’re free…
How about the reader and another fem Avenger created social media accounts for fun and are laughing like crazy at funny and weird thirst messages and pick up lines from male fans. Loki eavesdropped and expresses his disapproval of Midgardian flirting attempts. He takes matters in his own hands and charms y/n to death😍💗
Why certainly! Norns, I love getting requests! Enjoy, and I hope this finds you out there, anon!
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“The Real Thing”
Summary: After overhearing some atrocious pickup lines, Loki needs to show you how a real suitor wins a woman’s heart.
Content Warning: Fluff, some dumb one-liners I had trouble coming up with because I'm not a Dude!Bro
Word Count: 1.4k
“’You won’t be a widow anymore when I’m done with your hot little ass!’ What does that mean?”
You and Natasha found yourselves incredibly bored and lonely one afternoon at the compound. None of the men were around as far as either of you knew, whether they were with family, out doing PR stints, or just pumping at the gym, so you got the brilliant idea to do some lurking on Reddit. You happened upon a subreddit called “What pickup lines would you use on The Avengers?”
It was, as you’d suspected, absolute comedy gold.
“Wait, here’s one for me!” you said, bidding Nat to stop scrolling.
Y/N may be able to move boulders with ease, but lets see how far she could move MY rocks!
Are you Sisyphus, Y/N? Because I want you rolling up and down my hills all night!
“I must say, I am impressed that one of these clueless mooks was able to correctly reference Sisyphus,” Nat admitted. “That’s a total of one of them who may have finished school.”
You shrugged. “We’ll never have to deal with them anyway. Oh, look, here’s one ‘I want you to Avenge my cock up your—'”
“—good Norns, do you Midgardian women sincerely respond to this piss?” You looked over your shoulder to find Loki standing in the doorway, looking amused. Nat chuckled.
“Wait until you read the erotic fanfiction,” she said. “The depraved things they write about us!”
“I know, right?” you giggled.
Loki sauntered in and stood behind you and Nat, raising an eyebrow as he read over your shoulder.
“No wonder your birthrates are declining,” he snarked. “No woman in any of the Realms would hear these crass lines and willingly open her legs. Who do these men think they are?”
You rolled your eyes. Sometimes Loki was a tough nut to crack. “Chalk it up to cultural differences? Am I to assume on Asgard you just get naked and ask politely?”
Loki gave a half-smile as he thought of his next move. “Oh no, Y/N,” he said, his voice lowering. “On Asgard, we woo our women. Courtship where I’m from is the real thing.”
Nat scoffed. “I’m sure it is. That explains why yourself and Thor have such devoted wives.”
You offered a fist-bump to Nat, who returned it with a wink.
“We also don’t prioritize marriage for the sake of coupling up,” he returned sternly. “A marriage proposal is very special on Asgard.”
You spun around in your chair to face Loki. “And I’m sure you’d have a grand old time finding a girl down here, especially after we had to clean up YOUR mess in New York City last year!”
Loki grinned mischievously, taking your hand in his. “You have no idea, Princess,” he said, bending down to give it a light kiss on the knuckles.
You felt your heart flutter like a schoolgirl’s. Looking into Loki’s playful gaze, you suddenly felt a little vulnerable.
“So, why don’t you do a demonstration of how it works and why it is so much better to do things your way?” Nat suggested. You shot her a dirty look and mouthed ‘the fuck?’, which she returned with a wink.
Loki nodded and pulled you to your feet by the hand he held. “The first step to having a beautiful woman falling at me feet to know her heart. You cannot expect to attract someone by guessing what they respond to until something works. For example,” Loki said teasingly, licking his bottom and not letting his eyes leave yours, “Y/N always puts her hand on her cheek when she’s daydreaming and runs a finger over her lips when she’s deep in thought, so I’d make my desire known by caressing her soft skin in admiration, like so.”
He drew his free hand to your cheek, running his finger down from your ear to the base of your neck, making you shiver.
“Um…how did you know that about me?” you asked, trying not to waiver in your stoic façade.
“A suitor respects the object of his fantasy,” Loki declared. “He knows what she wants and he delivers it to her on a silver plate, because,” he paused, leaning in closer to you until you were able to feel the heat of his breath on your face, “he knows she is a goddess, and her pleasure is always his command.”
“And then what?” you asked quietly.
“Y/N works hard. A lady with her schedule would respond well to a relaxing date by a lakeside, a table for two set up with candlelight, supper ready and waiting, and two firm hands on her shoulders like so…” Loki moved around behind you, using two very gentle palms to sweep your hair back behind your ears before beginning to massage your shoulders. It was as if his touch was tailor-made to your preferences: not too firm, but still enough to work out the knots and pinches you developed from working all day.
You couldn’t help but utter a small moan of pleasure, inaudible to Natasha, but Loki sure noticed, leaning down by your ear and whispering, “I heard that.”
Nat crossed her arms in front of her chest, now thoroughly entertained. “Go on,” she coaxed.
“Oh, just a moment, I do believe Y/N needs a moment to catch up with me,” he responded, kneading your shoulders another moment before spinning you around to face him again. “Is my demonstration a bit too on-the-nose for you, darling?”
Darling. And there went your poker face. “Please, go on. This is quite…um…”
“Educational?” offered Nat with a chuckle.
“Uh, yeah, that.”
Loki bowed his head. “Once I have a partner drawn to me, the real seduction begins. As a sapiosexual, I am attracted to intelligence, and as such, playful banter always serves as excellent foreplay. However, for our purposes here, let's just say we are already aware that our wits are matched. Therefore, the next step is the first kiss, which is the most vital step in the entire courtship.”
“The kiss?” you asked, still trying to hide your excitement, completely in vain.
“I believe a bard you have here on Midgard once said, ‘its in his kiss,’ and indeed, it is,” Loki explained, his low, rolling baritone making your heartbeat radiate throughout your core at a solid 10 on the Richter scale. “A kiss tells you everything you need to know about a woman’s love language. Sometimes it’ll be quick and firm, but I do believe Y/N, with her tactile kink and romantic side, would prefer something slow and sensual…something like…”
Loki leaned down and placed a kiss softly on your lips before gently poking between them with his tongue, begging entrance, which you couldn’t help but immediately grant. You didn’t expect him to only linger in your mouth for a moment before withdrawing his tongue and delicately taking your lower lip between his teeth, gently sucking.
Oh, Nat, please leave so we can finish this, you prayed in your mind. He’s got me.
Sadly, Loki pushed your face away from his with a soft tug of a lock of hair behind your ear. “My, my…” he muttered with a smile, “I may have succeeded a little too much in my presentation. My apologies!”
He quickly pulled away from you and walked back towards the door.
“Loki?” you asked weakly.
“The last rule of courting a woman the Asgardian way…until you have her in bed for the first time, always leave her craving you.”
Giving a quasi-mocking bow, Loki took one last look at you and winked. “Oh, and Y/N, I’d like to go over some paperwork later tonight if you’ll kindly drop by my apartment at nine?”
You nodded silently. It was all you could do, standing there, still recovering from a wooing you didn’t want to recover from.
“Good,” he said with authority. “Ladies,” he acknowledged before shutting the door behind him.
You looked to Natasha, your jaw dropping to the floor.
“I won’t lie, a part of me wishes I was an Asgardian right about now,” she said, smiling at you. She couldn’t help but get some amusement at your perplexed (and turned-on) look. You were still feeling the tingling aftershocks rippling up and down your legs from the kiss itself.
“Tell me about it! Hey Nat, did he ever say if he was seeing anyone?”
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He Rescues Her Right Back 1
A/N: My first part to this story I hope you guys like it! As always Feedback is always appreciated if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.
Wordcount: 1,918
Warnings: Smut, little angst, fluff, and I think that's it? I missed any thing tell me pleas!
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You were a woman who had everything but you didn’t have one thing that everyone else did which was a partner, your lawyer Val was a hit with women and men, her wife Carol was often jealous though put up with her wifes antics, they threw a party in honor of you, but you were hidden up stairs on the phone with your date, and current fling? “Y/n you can’t expect me to be at your beck and call.” He told you through the phone.
“Come on, Eric, I really need you here.” You begged the man on the other end of the phone call.
“Y/n, no, I’m done, you're always too busy to actually go on dates, I still don’t understand why my cousin thought we would be a good couple.” The man said with irritation.
“Eric, if you come I’ll buy you anything you want.” You state to the man.
You could hear the sigh he released, making you think he’d give in and head over. “No, you can’t just buy me off Y/n, bye.” You heard the disconnecting sound of the man.
You rolled your eyes, walking out of the private room, you then bumped into an ex of yours, the two of you were still friends so you were comfortable talking to him. “Loki, do you think that I tried buying you off, or that you had to be at my beck and call?”
“You want me to be honest?” He asked, you nodded in response. “I mean this with no offense, but yeah, I care for you but you need to work on learning how to work and love someone.”
“Meaning there’s possibly no way for me to actually find love.” You sighed.
Loki looked down at you. “No, that's not what I’m saying, just make work less your life, I’ve got to go, but Y/n I’m sure you will eventually find someone.” He patted your shoulder before walking away.
You walked out of the nice house in irritation, you tried getting an uber but that wasn’t really a option, because it would have taken over an hour for one to get here, you stood out front just waiting, until it was over to see if you could get someone to take you back to your hotel, you sat down on the steps, smoking a cigarette, Val came out front. “What’s going on?” She asked. “This is a party in your honor, and you're not even there?”
“I just want to leave, I don’t have a date so what's the point?” You sighed, while blowing out smoke.
“I’m sorry, take one of my cars to your hotel Y/n.” She told you.
“I-I couldn’t.” You shook your head, not really wanting to add that you didn’t exactly remember how to drive because you hadn’t had to do it since you were in your late teens and early twenties, your still decently young, twenty-seven but you hadn’t needed to drive yourself in years, because back in california you never needed to you had a driver for it there.
The woman shook her head. “No, I insist, let me go get you the keys.” She headed back inside to grab the keys. Once she came back outside she handed you the keys, and headed back to the party, you cringed at yourself as you backed out of the driveway, almost hitting Val’s garbage cans. You got lost in the unfamiliar city even when following the map on your phone.
Meanwhile in a very different part of town, Bucky, was getting ready to go ‘out’ he knew he was a good looking man, and that he could make money simply by just using his body, so that’s what he chose to do, he could still look sort of professional, and still get paid plenty of money, by average or rich women, and even also did online camera work most of the time. He walked about a block away from his apartment, when an expensive car abruptly stopped passed him.
You stopped by a curb, you held the steering wheel and took deep breaths to calm yourself down repeating in a whisper. ‘Your going to be fine you're doing fine’ you were about to start the car again when there was a soft knock on the window, you sighed and rolled down the window. “Hey you lookin’ for a date?” The man asked.
“Not at the moment, but it would have been good about six hours ago.” You sighed. “I do need help getting to Staten island.”
“Ten bucks, and I’ll get you there as fast as possible.” He smirked.
You scoffed at the man. “Ten dollars for a way to get to where I need to go?”
“Moved up to twenty.” He said cockly.
You huffed. “You can't do that.”
“Hey baby, I can do whatever I want when I know where to go.” He shrugged, turning around to leave.
“Hey, don’t leave, fine fine you live, I only have fifty, you got change?” You asked with an arched brow.
He got into the car, taking the fifty dollar bill. “Nope but for that, I’ll give you personal.” You started to go driving once again now with the guy in the passenger. “Light’s on, lights on.” He said repetitively, you turned on the lights. “Turn right.” At one point he had you pull over for him to take over driving.
He pulled up to the hotel's underground parking. “Come up, I'll get you an uber.” You offered him.
He gave her a uh-hu. “Sure, and uber.” He nodded.
You and he rode up in the elevator. “So how much are your type of workers making nowadays?” You asked him.
“Three hundred.” He replied.
You arched a brow. “A night wow Impressive.” It came out more sarcastic than you meant it to.
“An hour.” He smirked, your eyes widened. “So who are you, and why are you in the penthouse suite?” He arched his brow.
“I’m Y/n Y/l/n.” She introduced. “I’m a-”
He cut you off.“CEO of the engineering company located in California.”
“Yeah uh, Y/l/n Engineering.” You corrected it. “And who are you?”
“James Barnes, call me Bucky, or Buck, and you already know what I-” He cut himself off upon seeing the elevator doors open. “What the hell? I've never seen something like this, how can you- what the hell this is a mansion on top of a hotel?”
“That’s kinda what a penthouse is.” You shrugged with a small laugh, pulling out your phone to get an uber for Bucky. “Fuck.” You said with slight irritation. “I hate this city.” You huffed.
“What’s the wait time?” He asked, still looking amazed at the ceiling.
“Almost three hours.” You rolled your eyes.
Bucky huffed. “I can stay on the couch.”
“Bucky there’s multiple room’s, and since you have to stay I’ll pay you for a full eight hours, so a full night of sleep.” You offered softly.
Bucky nodded.“Yeah that seems fair.”
“I’ll get us some room service, uh what do you like?” You questioned as you walked to the phone in the living room section of the room.
“Get what you like, I’ll eat and drink anything.” Bucky said passively.
You glared at him. “I’m not your ‘client’ so tell me what you liked, for real, and I’ll get us anything.”
His lips pierced. “Steak or Ribs but I don’t know.”
“Why not both.” You shrugged.
Bucky shook his head. “No, I couldn’t ask for you to do that.”
“It’s nothin’.” You shrugged, then called the font desk. “Um hi I wanna order two medium rare steaks, a full rack of ribs, and a bottle of the finest red wine.” Once off the phone you turned back to him. “It’ll be up in a little while.”
The two of you sat down. “Tell me more about yourself, Bucky.”
“Well I currently have two roommates.” He said.
“Are they aware of what you do?” You asked.
He nodded. “They kinda have to, plus we know who’s paying most of the rent, also I bring work home.”
“You bring the women back to the apartment?” You said with furrowed brows.
He laughed and shook his head. “No, I do cam work online too.”
“Oh.” You say.
He looked at you. “Tell me about you.”
“I’m really not that interesting.” You laughed softly, he looked at you pointedly, then the elevator doors opened.
“Miss. Y/l/n?” The hotel staff asked, looking for you.
“Uh in the living room.” You say aloud. The man pushed a cart into the room. “Thank you.” You smiled.
“Call if you need anything Miss.” He turned to leave.
You and Bucky ate the food brought up, along with drinking the wine. “This time really tell me about yourself.” Bucky pushed.
“Alright.” You mumbled. “I live alone, just as of…” You looked at the time on your phone reading 1:47 A.M. “Yesterday, my most recent boyfriend broke up with me, and work is very important.”
“That’s lonely, you’ve gotta have friends.” Bucky said looking kinda pitiful of you.
You took a sip of the red wine. “I never said I didn’t have friends, I do, I just don’t work well in relationships.”
“Can’t get wet?” He smirked.
You rolled your eyes. “Can’t seem to actually love.” You shrugged.
“What about your family?” Bucky asked. “Surely you love your family.”
“Of course I do, but I’m so focused on my work when I am in a relationship, I tend to uh as both of my ex’s said buy them off, or think that I only want them there at my beck and call.” You shrugged.
Bucky smiled and chuckled softly. “Well baby, I wouldn’t mind being bought stuff and at someone's beck and call, I mean yeah you’d expect me to say something like that since I do what I do, but I literally haven't had a girlfriend or anything like that in years, I don’t think I could actually love someone like in a relationship like you feel, also sort of work oriented if you can say that, and if you think about it we’re similar people.”
“Your a sex adict, thats why your work orented.” You laughed with him at the sly joke.
He shrugged. “Just maybe, but I know I can make you feel good baby.” He smirked, then he leaned over, and kissed up your leg and your inner thigh, then he took your lips in a deep kiss, he undid the belt that kept the white ‘dress’ which was an oversized pantsuit jacket, with a thick white leather belt, you’d already kicked off the white stilettos you wore earlier, he pulled your panties down, and slowly rubbed at your clit, making you moan out.
Bucky hadn’t felt this way in along time, he felt a connection with you, and also lust, this wasn’t a fuck like usual this was a form of love. You pulled at the shirt he wore, and pulled it over his head, and undid his pants, he kissed at the place in between your shoulder and neck, while he still continued rubbing slowly at your clit, you pulled his pants and boxers you pulled forward slowly sitting on his erect dick, you moved slowly against him you kissed at his lips, yours slightly swollen, both of you combed your fingers though one another's hair, the low crackle of the fire in the background.
#bucky x reader#bucky x you#bucky x y/n#ceo au#camboy!bucky x ceo!reader#ceo!bucky barnes#ceo!bucky#ceo!bucky x reader#prettywoman#bucky barnes#marvel#bucky barnes x reader#sebastian stan#sebastian stan x reader#past!loki x reader#loki x reader#eric killmonger
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My thoughts & feelings on Loki
Thought I should give my two-cents given the debate occurring right now. I will discuss:
Sylvie
Kevin Wrong
Lokius
Sylki(e)
This is just my thoughts! None of this is objective (none of this is fact, necessarily) it is simply my take on the situation(s).
Sylvie
No sugarcoating it; they majorly fucked Sylvie’s character this season. The writing seemed off, and if you removed every scene with Sylvie in it, the story would still make perfect sense. I hate that, because I love Sylvie. First season she was so badass! She was a strong character. This season she was a filler. She did not have any development, which would be fine if they had written her as a static character this season. But they didn’t. They wrote her dialogue at the end as if she’d gone through some revelation of some kind, when in reality she was literally returning to where she had been at the beginning of the season. They wrote her like shit. I am very upset about it.
Sylki(e)
I would not call myself “anti-sylki.” However, I personally feel uncomfortable by the incestuous nature of the ship (they have the same parents). I am not uncomfortable with it because it “ruins my ship,” because shipping wars are fucking dumb. I can admit part of me just… doesn’t like the ship. That being said, there is something to be discussed with the Lokius vs Sylki ship debate; I have seen a few Lokius shippers being sexist about Sylvie. I have seen many more fetishizing MLM relationships. I hate that. You should not SHIP something and use your ship as an excuse to be a bigot or a creep. Another point I see some people bringing up is related to queerness. There’s this ridiculous argument that Lokius shippers are only wanting queer relationships; that they don’t like Sylki because it’s het. My question is: Is Sylki straight? Because, in my eyes, we have two bisexual genderfluid characters. That is, inherently, queer. Regardless, because of the presentation of the two characters as cis in the show, it also feels a bit like queer erasure. What I’m saying is: if they had explored the identities a bit more, the queerness of both characters? I still wouldn’t be comfortable. It just doesn’t feel right to me. Having said that: ship away! My discomfort should not (and does not) dictate your ship. Not when, in technicality, there isn’t truly anything harmful about Sylki. I may make an entire post discussing the queerness of Sylki, so stay tuned.
Lokius
Heads up— I’m a Lokius shipper. That being said, I also have the ability to go about an analysis without being too biased (I hope). Continue with this knowledge in mind.
I despise the MLM fetishization aspect of this ship. There are a lot of cishet girls doing this in the fandom. If that sentence makes you feel defensive, you might be one of them. Look into that.
Additionally, I want to stress so hard that Loki is not a man. He is genderfluid. Even Kevin Wrong confirmed that much. Lokius is still queer. It was always queer. It is, however, definitely not just MLM. Just wanted to point that out.
Continuing from the Sylvie sexism— while I’m sure some Lokius shippers are indeed being sexist, think about it the other way around, too. Why does Sylvie need a love interest? So many women in film and TV are cast simply as love interests. Sylvie doesn’t need to be. She doesn’t DESERVE to be boiled down to that. She’s powerful, and the writers took that away from her this season, and it makes me angry. Regardless of my feelings, the idea that she must be in a relationship with a “man” (again— neither Sylvie nor Loki are “men” or “women”, but for the sake of simplicity I’m just going to refer to them as such since Marvel&Disney can’t take their heads out of their asses). That idea— doesn’t that feel a little demeaning? Can’t she live her life without a romantic connection to a man? I don’t know. I just think the situation has much more nuance than “Lokius shippers sexist!11!!1!!1!”
Kevin Wrong
I don’t really have much to say about him, to be honest. “We can’t see inside Loki’s head” made me actually laugh out loud. What, in the everloving fuck do you mean by that, sir?! You are his thoughts, in a manner of speaking. You WRITE HIS THOUGHTS. It’s the most bullshit excuse for queerbaiting I’ve ever fucking heard, actually. Absolutely ridiculous. Again, however, this one’s biased because of my Lokius shipper status as a person. It just feels like a lame excuse for lack of representation.
Thank you for reading my word vomit!! Altogether, I loved this show. It’s just flawed, like most shows are. It could have been more inclusive, like most shows can be. Writers are people, too, though, and not everyone has as much freedom of speech in that field as you’d think they do— regardless of what the writers might have wanted, Disney’s S&P most likely would not have okay-ed the queer relationship. Kevin Wrong was one writer; keep that in mind. He’s one cishet writer in the writer’s room with many other people. He might just be a bumbling idiot, guys. He might just be.
ANYWAYS! Ship what you want (as long as it’s not harmful)! Don’t harass other people for their ships!!!!!! BE KIND. ETC. IT’S ALMOST NEVER THAT DIRE— FANFICTION EXISTS, HEADCANONS EXIST!!! I understand it’s disappointing if your ship doesn’t go canon, but sometimes you don’t get what you want. And that’s okay!
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Losing Control, Chapter 13
Loki smirked when he saw Emilia walk into his class on Monday morning with a bit of a hobble, and when she sat down, she winced.
She did indeed get a spanking for calling him Grandad. And she was struggling to walk not only because of her butt having Loki’s handprints all over it, but also after being fucked by him again, the ache between her thighs still there. She wondered if she would ever get used to it.
Emilia saw him smirking and she just glared hard back at him while other students got settled too.
During Loki’s class, one of the guys was being really disruptive. Emilia was sure he had taken drugs or something beforehand. Loki didn’t hold back when telling him off.
‘If you want to remain in this class, you will pay attention and stop disrupting everyone. One more time and you are out of this course. Do I make myself clear?’ He said very firmly, with a low growl there and a stern look on his face as he stared the guy down.
Emilia squirmed in her seat, trying not to think how arousing it was to see him telling someone else off like that. She had noticed how he never really shouted, he was always pretty calm and collected. But he had a certain tone when he did tell someone off, that you knew he meant business.
At the end of class, Emilia was hobbling out, but she was called over to Loki before she got out the door.
‘Are you alright, Miss Cooper?’ He asked, feigning genuine concern until the last student left the room. Then a rather sinister smirk crossed his face.
‘I am… fine.’ She said and held her head high, making Loki chuckle.
‘Are you sure about that, kitten? Your walk says otherwise.’ He grinned.
‘I’m sure… Wait, what’s with calling me kitten now? I thought it was pet, or little one.’ She scoffed and folded her arms over her chest.
Loki leaned forward on his desk, still grinning. ‘Still trying out different names for you, but so far kitten seems most fitting. Can be feisty, but overall small and needs looking after.’
Emilia looked like she was going to explode.
‘I do NOT need looking after and I am not small.’ She huffed at him.
‘If you say so...’ Loki put his hands up, then when she turned to head out, he continued. ‘Kitten.’
She shot him a glare over her shoulder before proceeding out the door, resisting the giant urge to slam it shut.
Emilia saw Loki at Uni the rest of the days of the week, but not outwith. She had a lot of studying to do, then she had work on Friday night which was a nice break from studying. And Sky had been on holiday for a few weeks, so she had a good catch up with her.
She ended up telling Sky all about Loki and what he was like privately.
‘Honestly, I can’t make up my mind if it arouses or scares me.’ She said quietly while they were just behind the bar, waiting for more customers. It was rather quiet for a Friday night but it was still early.
‘He does sound intense. But do you enjoy it? What you do with him?’ Sky asked.
‘Well… Yeah, I think so. I just can’t shake off the edgy feeling with him. I don’t know why.’ Emilia groaned and put her forehead down on the bar.
Sky rubbed her back in comfort. ‘It’s new to you. You’ve only been having fun for a short while, give it time and see what happens. Enjoy it for what it is, if he’s as good as you say in that department, then enjoy the ride.’
‘Yeah, I guess so.’ Emilia nodded.
‘Speak of the devil.’ Sky then said a few minutes later.
Emilia’s eyes widened as she looked in the direction of the door, and she groaned when Loki walked in with a few friends.
‘What are you doing here?’ She grumbled at him when he went up to her while his friends sat down.
‘Not a very nice way to greet a customer.’ He smirked, leaning on the bar.
‘You’re not just a customer though, are you?’ She glared at him.
‘I am here to buy drinks, so I’d say that makes me a customer.’ He winked at her.
‘Sky, you serve him. I need to change barrels.’ Emilia said with a flail of her hands, making Loki chuckle.
Sky just smirked too and took Loki’s order while Emilia hid out the back. She tried to avoid him as much as possible, she wasn’t entirely sure why really. But as she had said to Sky, he still intimidated her and at the end of the day he was her professor.
Nearer the end of the night, there wasn’t many customers left, Sky and Emilia were starting to get ready for closing.
Emilia had escaped through the back again, doing some stock taking while Sky served last rounds. Loki was still there with his friends. But with Sky’s permission, he went through the back to see Emilia.
‘You’re avoiding me.’ Loki stated, making Emilia jump as she hadn’t heard him come through.
‘You’re not supposed to be here.’
‘Sky gave me permission.’ He smirked and closed the door behind him.
‘Hmph.’ Was all he got in return from her.
Loki chuckled and crossed the room towards her, he put his hand up to the back of her neck and stroked her skin for a moment, feeling her shiver at his touch. But she tried not to think about it.
‘I’m heading home now, but I’ll have a taxi waiting to collect you after your shift. Come round to mine when you get back, I might have something special planned for you. If you’re a good girl.’ He purred and leaned in to kiss the side of her neck, sucking a bit and making her knees weak.
She said nothing when he retreated, leaving her to finish stock taking. She gritted her teeth and tried to focus on the task at hand, but she could still feel his lips on her skin and hear his voice in her ear. What did he have planned for her? Her stomach was swirling in excitement, but nerves too. She wasn’t sure if she really wanted to find out or not.
When she finished and locked up, there was indeed a taxi waiting for her. Already paid for, too. She rolled her eyes and got in, not entirely surprised that he had pre-paid after her arguing with him last time over it.
The ride back wasn’t long enough for her liking. She had déjà vu all over again as she walked into the building, trying to decide what to do. She could just run into her flat and lock the door, go to bed… Or she could go into Loki’s and see what he had in store for her.
Again, she was torn when she reached their floor. She looked longingly at her own door, sighed and then went to Loki’s, she knew that he would end up winning. He would probably come knocking if she didn’t go to him anyway. That was her excuse for just going round now, anyway. But it was a good excuse she thought.
She didn’t walk right in, she knocked instead. Even though she knew his door was likely unlocked and he would expect her to just go in.
It didn’t take him long to answer, grinning from ear to ear when he saw her.
‘Whatever you have planned, better be worth it. I can hear my comfy bed calling my name.’ Emilia said when Loki motioned for her to come in.
‘Oh, it will be worth it. I promise you that, kitten.’ He said seductively as he shut the door behind her and locked it.
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Y’know….there was that post about fandom misogynoir and now that I think about it I realize there’s a HUGE amount of it in how people treat brunhilde/Valkyrie and Bruce. Fair warning I’m not here to be nice I’m here to call out some weird behaviour in fandom. If you continue reading you may find your feelings hurt.
Before we start here yes I know she had a girlfriend, yes I know people favour her as lesbian but she is BISEXUAL, Tessa Thompson said as long as she plays brunhilde that the character is bi, like the actress. we need more bi characters too because the second a character shows any interest in anyone they are labeled straight, gay, lesbian and nothing else. But that’s a bi and panphobia in LGTBQ fandom spaces rant that I’ll post later because it’s also ridiculous. And we did not know that other Valkyrie was brunhilde’s girlfriend until later so the behaviour during ragnarok is still odd.
ANYWAY. Brunhilde is an amazing character. First real main female character who’s black. She can fight, she put thor and Loki on their asses, she’s depressed, she’s an alcoholic because of it, she’s part of an elite warrior group that thor admires. She’s got so many more layers than other characters and she’s constantly tossed aside for these other characters. Tacked on as a flirty, sometimes depressed girlfriend to make a WlW ship and it’s clear people focus on the other woman in these ships and not brunhilde when she’s included in something.
In ragnarok she had already befriended hulk….they were goofing off together and he was calling her “tiny girl”. Anyone else tried that they’d get a nasty look from her, and a death threat. Her and hulk built a good relationship during hulk’s time there. And that’s before she knew who Bruce was. When she saves Bruce and thor from being attacked in the streets Bruce is in awe of her. He’s immediately asking questions and wants to know more. And brunhilde treats him much kinder than basically any other character in the movie.
And people toss that aide to ship ThorBruce??? Like? Ship what you want but please stop saying their interactions in ragnarok were loving and cute because they definitely weren’t unless you were watching a different movie than me. Thor belittles hulk AND Bruce the whole movie. He lies to them both because he needs them to get home. He uses them both. He’s rude to them both. He only uses the lullaby because that’s what worked with NATASHA. He’s not doing it because he genuinely cares and wants Bruce back, he just wanted hulk to stop destroying the quintet and tried the lullaby because Nat’s hologram message showed up and pulled Bruce out so he went with what was working.
It just really makes me wonder if brunhilde wasn’t black would more people say her and Bruce would have been cute? If she wasn’t bi would more people say it? I feel like a lot of other Bruce fans are gonna get mad at this because a lot of them are also thor Bruce shippers but like….give my man a partner who actually shows that they can and do care about both sides of him. And give my girl a partner who also shows they can care about all sides of her and someone she can be soft and playful around because they both deserve it. If you wanna get upset do it on your own post. I will block and delete you off this one because I’m not gonna spare energy getting into arguments that won’t go anywhere and I’m not laying out a stage for you to start fights. Calm rational discussions are welcome though. I understand having something you like called out is going to make you defensive but sometimes the reasons why you don’t support something else do need to be examined. Even if it hurts you. Especially when those reasons can unfortunately be a normal part of fandom spaces and you might not even realize you’re contributing.
#brunhilde#Valkyrie#Thor#Bruce#thor ragnarok#thorbruce#ship critism#misogynoir#biphobia#bisexual characters
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Word find tag
Haven't done these in a while but recently was tagged by @winterandwords to find hold, fold, cold, and told and by @thegreatobsesso to find bury, burden, burn and buy
Tagging, if you'd like, @captain-kraken, @thatndginger, @andromedaexists & @talesfromaurea to find fox, fury, fire and fight
TWs below for alcohol, language, blood and death mentions, and references to an eating disorder:
Hold (Fire & Wine)
“How long has this been going on for?” he asked.
Since before you and I last saw each other nearly a century ago. Since I realized I couldn’t be what everyone wanted me to be. Since I lost anyone who’d help me hold on to a modicum of self-control.
He grinned, and it was harsh and mean and burning.
“Must really fuck up your gag reflex.”
Cold (Something Wicked)
Caz had started drinking beer at age seven and spent most of his youth splitting bottle after bottle of ice-cold wódka brought from up north with his brothers. Now, one drink and he was spinning. Perfectly fine if the only alcohol you could get was in traces from the blood of the poor drunk you caught on the streets. Not so much if you wanted to save face in your favorite bar.
Fold (Those Horrid, Horrid Things)
He’d screamed and cried as Thor carried him from his house down to some remote dock. It should have alerted someone — even he knew strange men carrying kids in nets was one big, red flag. But Thor had avoided running into anyone in the surprisingly short amount of time it took to reach the ocean. He’d set Jormungandr down to take what looked like a piece of worn, gray paper from his pocket. He’d unfolded it, and unfolded it again, repeating until there was a worn, gray rowboat sitting on the shoreline.
“Borrowed Skídbladnir from Freyr,” he’d said. “It folds out even bigger, but this is all I need to deal with you.”
Told (Yonder)
“So, you weren’t just yanking my nonexistent cock when you told me your city floats?” Thera asked.
Logi nearly choked on the humid night air.
“I — no, I wasn’t doing that,” he said, and raised an eyebrow. “You really have never heard of the Jotnar cities? So many ven come seeking refuge.”
“No. None of Baetra’s fine military training taught us fairy stories,” she said.
Bury (Something Wicked)
Amber’s blood-orange lips twisted as Ember maneuvered a mouse in front of an ancient-looking desktop computer. A noise of disgust came from the back of his throat.
“This guy’s family wants to bury him in an Elvis costume and wig?” he asked.
“He was a famous impersonator and the family’s providing everything,” Amber called back, not taking her eyes off Jade. “Why do you care?”
“Because I’ve got to look at it!”
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, you get to be the one to incinerate him, costume and all.”
Ember leaned back in his chair, a flare of something lighting up his ice-cold features for a moment.
“Yeah, that does help,” he said.
Burden (Those Horrid, Horrid Things)
“Why are you here?” they eventually asked. “You had an out, Sigyn. You should have taken it.”
She cupped their chin in her hand.
“Loki Laufeyjarson,” she began. “Burden of my arms.”
They twisted out of her grip.
“I don’t want to be your burden,” they said. “And don’t give me crap about it not bothering you because you’re in love.”
Burn (Fire & Wine)
“I brought wine,” I said, setting the box at my feet. “Naturally. And also this -”
I know what people like to drink. Call it a talent of mine. And I knew at parties he’d sip whiskey and try to sink into the shadows while his pretty wife teased and laughed. Expensive whisky, the kind with smoke and heat. But I also knew he hated the way it burned. That he craved sweetness, and when he drank, really drank, he wanted something that would black him out in only a few glasses.
Thus, the blue Curaçao and white rum I was gesturing to.
Buy (Something Wicked)
Like any predator, Casimir Mraz alternated between stretches of starvation and gorging himself on blood and flesh. His financial habits were just about the same.
When he got paid for a job, he’d buy new clothes and treat himself to expensive vodka. He’d let glittering watches and other pretty things hang off his arm for all to see.
The lean times in between had been greatly relieved by the invention of the credit card.
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Thor: Record of Ragnarok
Chapter 7
The raven haired god quickly search for his brother; he needed to speak with the asgardian king, as it was a subject of great urgency. Loki pretty much a tan through the hallways, not even bothering to use magic as he was too distracted looking for his brother. Of course, he crashed against someone familiar
“I’m s-“ Bruce was going to apologize, but then saw who it was “oh, it’s you “ he and the other guy weren’t particularly fond of Loki, for many past experiences.
The god couldn’t even bother to be scared of the Hulk, if he was honest. There was someone else that terrified him even more.
“Have you seen my brother ?” Loki even spoke calmly, something odd as he wasn’t usually that way around the scientist.
“He went to speak to another goddess “he had been busy practicing with the Valkyrie, tho it was hard to tell: the scientist looked quite normal, well, as much as he could in any case.
“Where’s the other guy?” Loki questioned, and “more importantly, where is Kara ?”
Bruce sighed “they both want to have a good entrance “ while he wanted something discreet, he lost the voting against the big guy and the Valkyrie.
Loki chuckled “need help with that?” Hey, he could give Heimdall some tips.
Bruce wanted to say no, but hey, why not give the other guy and him a good entrance. He just nodded.
Loki smirked and disappeared, there was some things he needed to tell to narrator, tho he sure hoped that Heimdall wouldn’t be angry at him .
“Is that really a good idea?” Kara asked as she came through the door, holding a bottle of some unknown asgardian ale.
“Hey, Loki knows better than other gods that he shouldn’t mess up with the other guy” if someone could give Heimdall a good tip on how to describe Hulk, that was Loki
~Puny god is still scared~ Hulk chuckled.
Kara smiled “I gotta thank you for making him shake like a wolf pup on the middle of winter “ just like one of Loki’s son, when he was small and cute.
“Don’t encourage him “ Bruce pleaded
“~but big girl is proud of Hulk~ “the other guy argued
“I sure am!” The valkyrie stated as she took a sip of the liquor, not bothering to use a cup.
“Can we fight if you do that?” Bruce asked, he would rather not take risks.
“We can’t if I don’t do this “ hey, she had escaped her home after Odin had pretty much forced her and all her sisters to serve to the other gods, maybe there’s a reason she drank “never expected to be back here, honestly “
“Bad memories ?” Thor had said that the Valkyries were the elite fighters of Asgard, but the other pantheons didn’t seem to view them as such.
“Like you can’t imagine “ she mumbled as she drank more.
“Was Sakaar really a better option than this ?” He couldn’t seem much of a difference, if he was honest, except that maybe, this place had some actual technology. That was when the big guy had met her, and he somehow had good memories of the place
“At least there, they didn’t threat me like in here…” being honest, she had even considered bringing some of her younger sisters there, but that hadn’t been a possibility “anyways, the big guy never lost a fight, and we aren’t going to start now, are we ?” The Valkyrie asked
‘Hulk, big girl and punny Banner won’t lose !’ The emerald giant promised
Kara smiled: if she was honest, Hulk was probably her best friend
“Then let’s get whatever punny god gets in our way “ Bruce suggested. If he was also honest, the Valkyrie was definitely hot, but his situation with Betty was complicated
‘punny Banner thinks big girl is pretty!’ Hulk chuckled ‘Punny banner is right!’
Bruce blushed to the point that if he were to Hulk out, the other guy would definitely look like the Red Hulk instead of his usual self.
Kara nearly spat her drink and tried to look away: pretty wasnt exactly what many gods liked to call her or several of her other sisters. ‘Thanks, you two ‘ she said awkwardly.
Welp, hopefully that situation could be left on the side until their fight ended…
“Would you stop drinking for one second, you damn buzz head ?” It seemed that Brunhilde wasn’t impressed with her sister’s habit
Kara rolled her eyes “Hey Geir, has our beloved older sister already stuffed her face with cake?“ she asked to the younger (and quite shaking ) Valkyrie, who shyly nodded
“Can you take this seriously ?” Brunhilde didn’t have times for any games “you two are next, so you better be ready”
“We are, miss Brunhilde “ Bruce answered politely
‘Let’s smash the gods !’ Hulk said cheerfully
Geir nervously went to her other older sister and hugged her “good luck, Kara” she hadnt seen her sister in centuries, and hoped that wouldn’t be the last
Kara smiled and pet her hair: she had hoped that her eldest sister had enough sense to avoid sending Geir to fight, but Brunhilde certainly had been heartless enough for that “thank you, sis. Go and get the best spot you can, our fight will be the best “ she promised, luckily that wouldn’t offend the purple haired child
“I will leave you two: Loki said he had a surprise for your entrance “ that couldn’t necessarily be a good thing, but hey “let’s go, Geir “ she took her youngest sister’s hand and left the room
Kara sighed and drank another bottle
“Are you alright?” Bruce asked, because it clearly wasn’t the case
“As long as Geir doesn’t have to see a fourth sister die next, I will be “ part of her wished she could fight whatever stupid god was next with her bare hands “let’s get going, our entrance has to be good “ her armor at least still shined well “I’ll see you on the arena, you know what to do “
After seeing the other ones, and hearing Loki was doing something about theirs, Bruce and Hulk sure didn’t know what to feel.
There, however, was only one good way to make their entrance: the scientist skin and eyes slowly changed to a green tome, growing quite tall in a matter of seconds.
“‘HULK SMASH!’” Both the inner and outer voice roared: they couldn’t afford to lose. Slowly, the ‘duo ’ walked towards the arena; their entrance was going to be well remembered, but so would their fight.
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Mantis, wrapping her arms around herself, simply listened attentively as Basch explained what happened between him and the gods. She felt so bad for the princess he mentioned. Being manipulated by the gods was never easy. Why would they impersonate the ghost of her husband? That was low for beings like gods, who took pride in being above all things. “That is vile,” Mantis pointed out. She understood why Basch had been angered and worried. “Oh, of course they weren’t pleased.” She sighed. “Gods very rarely like to be challenged.” Her antennae became droopy. “I am sorry they did that to her, and I am sorry you believe you have been punished. Perhaps it is the case, but… maybe not? If they are so selfish, you must mean very little to them. But… I’m still sorry. You must feel so lost.”
His sad expression as she explained what happened with her powers told her more than his words did. “No, I am not lonely. My friends… My family, they are always there for me. They are supportive. But I am still scared I will hurt them. They try to help me, but…” Her eyes widened as he asked if it helped her to share her feelings with others. “Of course not… Any relief it might give me is immediately overshadowed by the feeling of guilt.” Mantis crossed her arms to hide her hands from sight. “As I said, I’m aware it could be a defense mechanism. I know it could be meant to help me, but it only scares me more, because I realize I am no longer in control of my powers. At least not while I sleep, or while I am too agitated. I need… space. I don’t want my friends to feel what I feel.” Then again, didn’t the Guardians become stronger by literally sharing pain? Wasn’t that how they defeated the infamous Ronan the Accuser before Mantis even joined them?
“My friends and I have been busy lately,” she said when he asked if something was preventing her from paying Strange a visit. It was true; acquiring Knowhere and adjusting to life on it while still trying to guard the galaxy was enough to keep anyone busy. Especially as they tried to deal with the loss of Gamora, which was certainly not easy. “Truthfully, I think everyone who tried to stop Thanos must feel a heavy psychological burden. It is as if… we all buried a part of ourselves. Everyone is suffering. Sadly, not everyone came back after Banner snapped his fingers.” Her thoughts drifted once again to Gamora, but also Vision, Natasha, Heimdall, Loki, half of the Asgardians, half of the Zehoberei, half of all the planets the Mad Titan visited before he gathered the Stones. And, of course, Tony. Not to mention countless others who had died during the five-year-old absence of half of all population, with some of them even choosing death, overwhelmed by sorrow. Bit by bit, Mantis was feeling the grief of everyone she came across. Bit by bit, it kept her a little more awake each night.
“I am sorry you no longer feel as fulfilled as you once did. You are definitely not alone in the sentiment.” Her expression was sad, but she let out a giggle when he called her ‘Lady Mantis’ as he stated he wouldn’t say he was at her service again. Thor used to call her Lady Mantis as well. So not only did Basch look like Thor, but he also spoke like him. “Thank you. It is okay, though. I do not have a problem with the way you speak, I just… I do not like that particular expression, it implies you are beneath me. You’re not. No one is more important than anyone. Our loved ones are always more important to us, of course, but on a larger scale that does not matter. It is both terrifying and comforting.” Mantis knew it was probably just comforting to her. After all, what was scary was more familiar to her than what wasn’t. The stars didn’t care about anyone’s pain, but they were silent companions to everyone.
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“Aye, ‘tis,” Basch agreed with her regarding the conduct of the Occuria. He smiled slightly at her next words. “I suppose they would not be gods without the associated god-complexes as well, right?” he asked, his smile fading quickly. “I personally believe they were not gods at all, but rather, powerful beings that fancied themselves so. They were beings who wanted to be gods, and more importantly, wanted absolute power over mankind. I shall never understand why they chose domination and manipulation instead of simply living in peace in their own land.” Then again, Basch had never understood the mindsets of the power-hungry and the manipulative. They ran so contrary to how his own mind worked that he was often left baffled by their existence... and persistence throughout history.
“Perhaps you are right, and I meant little to them. In fact, I am certain of that, for my blood was of no import to them, and my history was not tied to them whatsoe’er. I think it was my challenge that turned their attention my way. Although I was of no significance, they could not allow even one insignificant hume to speak against them. Their egos would not allow it.” His eyes fell as she pointed out how lost he must feel. “Mm...” he said, “but my suffering means no more than anyone else’s. I must bear it, as we all must,” he said very stoically. “I choose to focus on helping others with their pain, rather than on my own.”
Basch listened in patient silence, as she had done for him, while Mantis told him of what happened with her powers while she slept and how it made her feel. Her feelings of guilt were ones Basch knew very well, for even though he did not have powers like hers, taking comfort in others and laying his pain at their door was something that had only ever provided him with temporary and minimal relief. The guilt that followed far outweighed any of the benefits, and so he had decided many years ago to no longer go to others with his problems, regrets, traumas, or fears. No, he would bear them alone. At least then he would only have the pain and not the added guilt to endure.
“I am so very sorry that you are struggling in that manner. I fully understand, even though your situation is different from my own. That guilt you feel at gaining any relief and others’ expense... I know it well. I wish I could help you, I wish there were something more that I could do or offer you, but if you wish to distance yourself to spare others your pain, I understand why, and I shall respect your preference, if that is what you wish,” he said solemnly.
Truly it sounded as if the people of this time period had gone through a tremendous amount of loss, uncertainty, and imperfect recovery. Ivalice had suffered the same, though for very different reasons and in different ways. History, it seemed, did repeat itself in some ways. Basch did not know half of the people and places Mantis mentioned, but he listened intently, wanting to understand better what she had been through and, if nothing else, hoping that letting her speak might grant her some amount of temporary relief. Unlikely, but he could hope.
“Again, I am so very sorry. You and your world have been through much in recent years. I suppose what you must ask yourself is... do you wish for change for yourself? Do you wish to heal, to move on, and to be better for it? Or... do you wish to continue to take on more of the same... in the hope that some of what you take upon yourself might not be felt by another? In the hope that you might spare someone else the pain you invite by helping them?” Basch presented to her.
“There is an unsustainable level of unrest that goes along with never choosing one or the other. One cannot constantly wish to help and give of oneself and also wish to heal and be happier in moving on from their pain. It sounds as if you have an inclination towards helping others, despite the pain it would bring you, but that you also feel you must also strive to feel as you did years ago, to return to a previous, more innocent state. Or maybe, it is that you feel that there is something wrong with your current state. That does not have to be the case if you choose this path and learn how to sustain it.”
“Long ago, I decided that the quiet, happy life I longed for, one that would have granted me a wife, children, anonymity, and a simple job somewhere in the countryside... was not was I was meant for. I had seen what war could do to people at a very young age, and although I longed for something better for myself, I could not ignore the plight of all those touched by war and live with myself. I could not turn away and protect my own heart and mind while others suffered through no fault of their own. So I decided to spend my life working and bearing and suffering and losing... so that others might ne’er have to do the same.”
“The reason I mention this in reference to your own struggles is because... there can be a strange sort of comfort to be found in taking on the suffering of others, or of suffering in place of others. And if you can take how badly it makes you feel in the moment and turn it around, turn it into something positive, it helps you to bear it more sustainably. You learn to find happiness in it, or at the very least, you learn to let it fulfill you. For example... the next time you are plagued with nightmares of your regrets, your lost battle, your lost comrades, or with any other physical or mental pain during your sleep, and you are left undisturbed to feel the whole of it... when you awaken, think to yourself... ‘That I felt all of this just now, means that someone else did not have to.’ And... let yourself rejoice in that. Will it stop wars and death and suffering from happening in the world? Of course not. But you will be easing a small part of it for others. Let that be your strength, as your guard the galaxy, or even just as you sleep at night.”
It was the best advice he could give her, from his own personal experience. Maybe she would feel it did not apply to her, but if his words did speak to her, perhaps he could help a fellow guardian personality to bear her immense emotional burden just a little bit easier and with more hope.
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Let’s talk about trust. Trust is hard under good, normal circumstances. You meet a guy and things are going well and you have to continually decide how much of yourself you will give, how far you’ll open up, analyze your level of safety, fucking unfortunately. And that’s hard. Trusting my wife for 8 years? Still hard for me. But now let’s think of a deity. Shit gets a little more complex and I start asking questions like why me? Can I trust myself? Can I trust the fucking universe? Can I trust the person I see right in front of me who may or may not actually exist? Yes. Yes, absolutely.
I’ve answered so many questions in the last 4 days. The “why me.” (“Why not you?” is Loki’s favorite answer) Can I trust myself? My intuition? Can I trust my eyes? Can I trust my heart? Yes, yes, yes, yes. And then, can I trust them? Their words? Their promises? Can I trust Angrboda’s intentions? Can I trust Loki’s interest? Can I trust Sigyn’s power? Yes, again, to all three.
This is bizarre for me, folks. I don’t trust. Like period. Last week my therapist asked who I trust and I said, “Intrinsically? No one.” She was shocked and trust me, she’s incredibly expressive and I’m fluent in her nonverbals. “Not your wife?” No. “Not your partner?” No. No one. That was Thursday. It’s only Monday.
I don’t know how it happened, really. One moment it wasn’t there and a few moments later, it was. Intrinsic trust by way of intuition. But why? I can explain it to you, but I can’t really convey the experience. I can tell you that for a few moments with Loki and Sigyn, I was safe, safe unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my life. So safe that I’d realized that I’d never really ever felt safe my whole life. I felt held. Not just arms wrapped around me, but my heart in their hands. I felt gentleness. I felt tenderness. I felt love that puts every love on earth to shame. Just with one touch. I melted into her. Just long enough to open my eyes. I was promised this forever and I was in awe. I felt the absolute depth of sincerity from them, I didn’t have to guess or question. And they came back, over and over until all of the tumblers clicked into place and the lock popped open.
And then they turned my life upside down. It was too good, too perfect, too much, too safe, too loving. I said no. I said it outloud as I typed it to my friend. I told my friend and my deities no over and over. But when the dust settled and the shock wore off, it was all so simple. Yes was so easy to say. My fear in between belief and trust has been that they would leave, bc I couldn’t imagine a single day without the two of them. They offered the ultimate commitment, to live between worlds. My mind was fighting between accepting my dreams coming true or turning away from everything for the life I have now. I told my friend yes. I’m not the person to say no to such an incredible adventure. I’m not one to choose mind over heart or one to choose daydreams over family. Yes came so naturally, because it wasn’t just the other option, it was balance. It’s not me to say no to either. I’m in that grey space that Loki so loves and has dragged me kicking and screaming into (my partner and I call it aggressive compassion). I’m in that liminal place represented also by Hekate and Brigid, so if I can trust them in the doorway between worlds, why not Loki and Sigyn, who reveal the raw truth of life and love.
And my family, I said no for a half hour before I understood the question. I was ready to walk away from the Devine for them. There was no option acceptable that didn’t include them. When I finally came down, I was exhausted and blissful at the bottom of the perfect cuddle puddle. Right here on earth in my own bed.
It can be easy, I told my daughter a couple days ago over a tarot reading. It’s allowed to be easy. It’s allowed to be good. You deserve that after all you’ve been through. You deserve happiness. That’s what I told my teenager. I’m glad I took my own advice.
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A Tale of Two Weddings: Midgardian Mayhem
A Loki x Eva (OC) story
Part Three of Loki’s Dragon
>>Part Fourteen <<
A/N I don’t own any of the Marvel characters. Just my own creations. This was originally posted in Wattpad. But I rewrote the parts as I transferred them, so there are some differences.
Summary: the team begins to explore Eva’s new ability.
Pairing: I originally wrote this as Loki x Eva but it can be read as Loki x Reader if you desire.
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Overall Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Adult Language
>>>18+ ONLY<<
Late the next morning there was a knock at the door, and Stephen called out "you both better be dressed, I need to look over Loki, and Eva will need to go with Bruce so they can start figuring out the whole ice breath thing."
"So are you coming in even if we're not dressed?" Eva called out half asleep as she heard the door unlatch. Throwing the covers over her head Stephen walked in with Bruce a few minutes later. Loki waved his hand over Eva and she was dressed in her training clothes, also gave himself some lounge pants. Eva scrunched up her face at Loki dressing her.
"Eva get up, I know you're here, you just asked me a question." Popping her head out of the covers she smiled at Stephen who was just glaring at her. "Get up..."
"No, I’m taking care of my husband..."
Stephen rolled his eyes. “Doing just that is what gave us your newest challenge. Come on little one, I see you're already dressed for this."
"No!" She pouted then glared at Loki for dressing her for training.
"How about you go with Banner, and I'll have someone walk down with me so I can watch?" Asked Loki "besides, the good Doctor here will take excellent care of me until I leave, ok?"
"But Loki, you said you wanted me to take care of you...."
"Yes, but this is very important that we begin to figure out this ice breath of yours."
"Fine, but you had better stop by, I will hold you to it."
Eva pulled herself from the bed, kissed Loki long enough to make the other two feel uncomfortable, and left down the hall with Bruce.
"So where are we going to test this? Last time I checked we don't have a freeze proof room you know..."
"About that.." Bruce said "we do, Tony had me design it after we found out about Loki's frosty origins. He wanted a place to stuff Loki incase he went feral. Kinda like he designed the cage for my green friend, Tony likes to be prepared."
"I guess no one wanted to tell me about it, huh?"
"Nope"
"Is anyone's else helping today?"
"Yeah, Bucky offered as did Nat, and Tony's going to meet us there."
Bruce led them down a wing she had never seen before, and slid a keycard to open a door. "You're giving me a key for this when?"
"Aahhh that's up to Tony, why would you want one?"
"Incase Tony stuffs Loki in here, or I just want to experiment with my ice breath, or Loki wants to work on his Jotun abilities. Wow this place is cavernous...."
"It was designed with Loki's height in mind. It takes up three floors."
"So... we're here what do you want me to do?"
"Make the dragon breath?" Answered Tony standing at a control panel. "Banner why don't you go to the observation room?"
"Got it." He said leaving the room
"I'll try, but I was really upset when it happened..." she transformed and took flight noticing the targets they set up for her. She tried replicating the ice breath and only got a puff.
"Try thinking of something really sad, you saw Loki hurt, Stephen said that may have been the catalyst."
Eva thought about Loki being hurt and was able to conjure a small stream. "Tony, this isnt working I'm not Harry Potter you know, just a sad thought is not going to make it happen."
Bruce called Nat and Bucky in. Bucky entered the room with a limp Nat in his arms taking Eva unaware. "What the FUCK happened to her Bucky?"
Tony saw Eva's eyes glow and an evil look took her face "aim at the targets! Not Bucky..." he shouted. Eva turned and blew ice breath over part of the target. Then she fell from the sky, Nat jumped out of Bucky's arms in time for him to catch Eva. As he gently laid her on the floor "shit she's freezing, I can feel it in my arm it's so cold" Bucky hissed kneeling next to her.
Bruce heard the door close and saw Loki standing next to Stephen. Loki broke from Stephen's hold and moved to the glass. Feeling Stephen's hand on his shoulder, "give her a few minutes, that's what she needed before" he reassured the panicked god.
Bucky was talking to her quietly "hey, Doll, come on, come back to us." He was stroking her cheek with his fingers.
Loki's fist was pressed to the glass, calling out to her through their bond 'Princess, is everything ok? Please answer me.'
'Give me a few minutes, this is exhausting, I'll be fine my Love.' She weakly responded.
Her eyes fluttered open. "I'm fine, just a little winded. Did..did you catch me Bucky?"
"Yeah, I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all, I appreciate not having to have Loki heal broken bones all the time." She laughed as he helped her sit up.
Tony came over and squatted next to her, "so, I got some thermal images, as well as a Scan of your internals when you used your power. That's all I wanted to get today besides a baseline which we can do when you are up to it. Bruce and I will research the findings to see if there's any way to do this without draining you., or having you go through something traumatizing."
Bruce, Steven and Loki entered the room. Eva smiled as Loki took her in his arms and gave her a hug. "Princess, that is some power you have, quite intimidating with the glowing eyes. Now I understand what Stephen, Wanda and Thor were trying to describe, only I've never seen or heard of this power on Jotunheim, so it must be part of your mutant ability."
"Thanks for that but we can ask Laufey while we're on Jotunheim just incase. And Tony you want to do the base lines now? Cause I'm fine to do them."
"Yeah sure, sounds good to me." Tony set to taking the scans and vitals he needed. "So how long do you plan on being on Jotunheim?" He asked Loki.
"Only as long as we need to be there. I don't like being my full height for very long, and Laufey will not be happy if I stay at my current height.. I hope not longer than a few days. Also If she doesn't acclimate to the climate she will not be comfortable."
"Geez Grumpy Smurf that's a lot of words to say I don't know." Tony laughed. "Ok Pips... I have what we need for now, thanks to all of you for helping out."
"So back to our room Loka?" She asked as she was helped to her feet.
"I would very much like to grab a book and read in the library." He said.
"Pips... we all are wondering, why do you call him Loka?" I mean it's his name with a different vowel."
Turing after hearing Loki say it was fine to tell the story, she smiled and told them the story ending with "... so in a nutshell he's my home, the bright light leading me to a place where I'm loved and safe. Billy Joel said it pretty well 'Well I'll never be a stranger, and I'll never be alone, whenever we're together, that's my home', so, Loka, short for Lokabrenna, the Norse word for the North Star." She looked up to see everyone smiling at them. Loki laced his fingers through hers.
"Tony... we're you going to tell me you created a room for containment of a Frost Giant?"
"Aahhhh, Nope!"
"You did design this room for me, correct?"
"Yep"
"Then may I use it? I would like to show you my full Jotun form. Would that be ok? I need my Beloved to see it, and I need to figure out a dignified way to carry her."
"Loki, are you sure you're up to it?" Asked Tony
"Yes, I will be fine, may I?"
"Sure, consider the room yours!"
Stephen and Bucky put arms around Eva and walked her back. Loki let the Aesir glamour drop as his horns formed. And began growing, when he reached his full height he turned to Eva, who was smiling broadly.
"Princess, may I pick you up."
"Yes, this is so cool, pun intended."
Bucky prepared to catch her if needed and Stephen began a spell to slow her decent as he held her to his side. "Here, put your hand in mine." She placed her hand in his and it seemed so small, not that his hand didn't eclipse hers in his Aesir form. His large finger traced the blued skin on her face, and she felt warmth."ok so I can put you on my shoulder like this, or I can hold you around the waist against my chest like this, or I guess I could hold you against my side like this."
"Loki, they all make it look like your holding a child." Said Nat matter of factor.
"My Prince, why don't I just fly?"
"I don't want you to be tired... mother will get around using magic... so I just don't know."
Eva stifled a giggle "what?" He asked
"You look adorable when you are puzzling this out."
"Hey, blueberry popsicle, she's right, although if we didn't know you it would be very intimidating."
"Speaking as one who loves you both," Stephen started " if you have to carry her I'd go with on your side."
"I agree with Stephen," said Bucky.
"I don't know, we're going to have to figure this out before tomorrow, has anyone seen Thor?"
"No, but I'd check the training room or the kitchen." Said Tony.
Putting her on the ground, Loki began shrinking to his usual height he looked at the rest of them "would it bother any of you if I didn't use the glamour when we're here in the tower?"
They all assured Loki if he wanted to be Jotun, and it made him more comfortable, that he should do it. Eva smiled "leave the horns, I like them." Taking her hand in his they made their way to grab Loki's book and set off in search of Thor.
#loki#mcu loki#loki laufeyson#loki of asgard#loki odinson#loki of jotunheim#loki laufeyson odinson#tom hiddleston#loki x eva#dragana#avengers
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#honestly gonna be mad if that is lady loki#loki spoilers#ok but a little part of me thinks they combined the enchantress/sylvie and lady loki into one character ??#cause she’s got the horns and seemingly lokis last name and wouldn’t the tva be right about who they’re looking for ...#but also she said don’t call me loki and why would they give her the name sylvie if not using the enchantress and also BLOND#loki#spoilers#marvel#me#oof content#meme#theory
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Right where you left me
Chapter 2
Warnings: Bullying, Mentions of Loki’s death
Word count: 3k
Peter Parker x Loki!daughter reader
Find chapter 1 here
The rest of the school day wasn’t as easy for y/n either. She was having a hard time figuring out how the lockers worked and it was hard finding her class every period. She made it through lunch break without a scene but even the lunch break wasn’t that simple. Everyone was in one place of the school it was almost like a crowd even though it was a big school hall which they called “cafeteria”. It almost seemed like a miss arranged feast to y/n. She followed the line where people were standing unknown what it was for. She mirrored what everyone else did with a blue tray and kept walking ahead as the maidens from behind the counter kept serving in her plate. Pretty indecent to be served food as you walk and some of the food didn’t even make sense to her. What in the seventh hell? How does one eat out of a box?
Y/n turned back to the main seatings where everyone was all over the place. She stood there for a while looking for Peter given he was the only one she knew and she also had some other questions since half of school day was still left.
She spotted Peter on a round table on the edge of the room. Relived, she walked over there with her tray. “Greetings!” She said and sat down across Peter and his friend she assumed, who sat beside him.
Peter shifted in his seat nudging to Ned who ignored him and introduced himself to y/n. “Hello there, I’m ned!”
“I am y/n of Asgard.” She with a grin as she mentioned her home.
“You don’t have to introduce yourself like that every time.” Peter stated flatly faced to the other side of the room and his lips parted closely so it would look as if he wasn’t talking to her.
“It’s fine y/n you’ll learn the earth way soon” Ned replied before y/n could.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She continued “Peter do you know if—“
“Hey-sorry I just realised Ned and I have to get to this group project we had in physics.” Peter interrupted her mid sentence.
“Group project?” Ned asked not even slightly aware.
“The group project-you know the one—“ Peter raised his brows trying to hint to Ned.
“Yes! Yes the group project-the physics one-yes—“ Ned played along not knowing where this was going.
“Yeah that one-its due in a few days we need to go to the library and work on it.” Peter said hurriedly standing up from his place giving Ned the look to do the same even tho he had unwillingness to do so.
“Fine by me!” Y/n said doing the same following both of them out of the table.
“Wait-where are you going?” Peter raised a brow.
“—With you?”
“Yeah well-you can come but you haven’t finished your lunch yet, go on you should eat first.” Peter excused again as Ned stood to their side a bit disappointed.
“Oh no I don’t mind I’m not hungry besides I’d love to see the library!” She debated proceeding to walk further.
“No no no-I mean you’ll just be bored physics is a boring subject plus it’s your first day here why don’t you stay here and make some friends?” Peter suggested yanking her back from her elbow.
Y/n stood silent looking around the people whom Peter suggested to make friends with. She had a considerate view towards it. New friends could be good for her.
“There’s a lot of people here you might even have the same classes with!” Peter said enthusiastically trying to make it sound the best thing there is when it truth he just didn’t wanted to be seen around her.
“Alright then I suppose—“
“Amazing! See you after school!” Peter said leaving with Ned before she could finish her sentence.
Both Peter and Ned walked out of the cafeteria as Peter let out a sigh of relief.
“What was all that for?” Ned asked him.
“What? Don’t you know she is?” Peter asked implying an obvious tone.
“The whole school does-but that’s not what I meant. You blew her off for no reason in there we don’t have a physics project.”
“We don’t. But our reputation here isn’t very shiny anyways can you imagine if we were seen hanging out with someone who’s dad almost took over New York?” Peter scoffed as they walked in the school hallway.
“I know but she doesn’t seem like someone who would invade earth come on!” Ned argued.
“Oh so you want to test it out to see if you’re right?” Peter rolled his eyes even though he knew Ned was right. He had a notion that he was just doing what an avenger would do. Being precautious.
“Didn't Mr Stark tell you to help her settle in new school?”
“-What Mr Stark doesn’t know won’t hurt him!”
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After Peter and Ned left y/n at the cafeteria she stood in her spot blankly scanning the room. Coming up with how she would greet people she talks to. It was just like mingling with people at a ball or a dinner party. It’s alright you know this. Y/n exhaled once walking over to the table of a few girls her age who sat on the similar round table chattering and laughing.
“Hello-“ Y/n flashed a smile waving one of her free hands. The laughing and chattering of the group of girls stopped as they looked at her. Y/n placed her tray in front of the one empty seat on the table. “May I?” She asked gesturing if she could sit there.
None of the girls said anything and just stared at her. It seemed strange and awkward to her they were all looking at her as if they had seen a ghost. Not getting an answer y/n sat there anyways and once again smiled the group.
“I am y/n it’s my first day—“ she trailed off before one of girls who sat across her passed a disgusting look around her friends.
“We know who you are. What do you think you’re doing?” The girl asked raising a sharp brow at her.
“I beg your pardon?” Y/n asked softly with no clue what the girl was implying to.
“Gosh” she rolled her eyes “You can’t sit there!”
“Oh apologises I didn’t knew someone was here.” Y/n said hastily grabbing a hold of her untouched tray.
“No you just can’t sit with us! Did you not know your dad brought Aliens on earth?”
“—Yeah and he almost took over New York?” The other girl added.
Y/n felt like she couldn’t make out any words not entirely because of what they said. But she has refrained herself from even thinking of father to shove down how much she missed him. She wouldn’t even mention him to uncle Thor it was the first time someone brought him up ever since he had died. “How do you know about him?” Y/n managed to let out cursing mentally on how weary her voice just came out.
“Everyone knows everything here. Keep up honey.” The girl told her standing up as the rest of them too stood up to leave behind her. They casted a rude glare at her as they left and it was her alone at a table again.
Y/n didn’t pay much attention as the rest of the school day came to an end and she realised how bad it was. She told everyone back at the HQ that it was amazing. It was better to lie she figured because what were they going to do nonetheless? Uncle Thor would be really upset if she told him what the girls at school said about father. It wasn’t easy on him either but likewise, he acted like he was just as alright. I take it it’s an Odinson family thing?
As much as y/n couldn’t get her mind off of how the girls today talked about her father as though he was so much resent worthy. She told herself it was only her first day. She thought about grandmother’s advise, not everyone you meet is going to be nice but you just have to move past them. That’s what she would do. It was only her first day and she encountered with some awful people and it happens. Things would be different on her second day she assumed.
—
Three months passed as y/n went to school and not one day went pleasant. Everyone at school talked down to her, passed comments about her and her father. Her mind would serve as a battleground as she tried to brush off those comments and leg pulling she would carry with her everywhere.
It didn’t take much for y/n to see through Peter’s five feet walking off plan. She didn’t blame him anymore though he was ought to look out for himself and that’s what he did. She stopped going up to him anymore saving both of them the embarrassment. She wouldn’t indulge in more than a small talk even outside of school with Peter she was just accustomed to it now.
Peter on the other hand felt really bad at thing point. He would see y/n getting picked on in school, made fun of but he couldn’t do anything. If he had been friends with her from the start maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Y/n was a smart student he could see how her maths was better than him. Even the languages but the only thing that troubled her was history.
It was obvious history would be her weakest suit she has only been here for three months. He would try and slip his history homework to her ‘accidentally’ whenever he was at the tower to be at least of a little help. She would never copy off of his though, she seemed to have very righteous morals towards plagiarism. Y/n would study the entire nights for history and still not get a good grade.
It all worsened even more when Tony got y/n a phone. For her safety, for when she went out or needed to call someone. She never did went outside but kept it anyways however it took the worst possible turn. Someone from school got her number and as it spread around people started sending her news clippings and jokes from when Loki invaded New York. It made her feel sick to her guts watching them. She hadn’t seen her father’s face in a long while by now and she didn’t want to see him like this.
The school had no silver lining and the torture she endured seemed to get worse and worse. She had reached her limitations and thought about her solution for this. She couldn’t stay here any longer given if she didn’t go to school she would be one or the other person’s responsibility here. The only place she could turn to was Asgard. Certainly it wouldn’t be much different there, she didn’t have anyone there to go back to but it was Asgard. They were her people, she wouldn’t feel out of place there.
After dinner when everyone was scattered around the tower or back to their rooms she hoped to talked to Thor.
Y/n walked downstairs with hurried steps, she already practised what she was going to say to him five times before approaching him.
“Uncle Thor?” She called still halfway through the stairs.
“I’m here!” His reply came from the sitting area from what it looked like he had company.
She strolled over to him and came to know Tony was there too. According to her practise she was going to tell him she wanted to go back right away but with Tony there it changes it since she didn’t want him to feel bad about his hospitality either. Honestly the hang outs with Tony and movie nights with Nat is what kept her going till now.
“Evening.” She greeted Tony and across the coffee table not taking a seat. “Uncle Thor can I talk to you about something?”
“Of course dear what is it?” He raised his brows curiously.
Y/n hesitated for a moment but did eventually have to say it out loud “I want to go back to Asgard.”
Tony was more shook than Thor was. “Why?!” Tony exclaimed out of natural reaction.
“Is everything alright y/n?” Thor asked her concerned.
“It is-it’s well pretty-I just miss it there.” Y/n lied to dodge his question.
“I thought you liked it here? We haven’t even tried all the desserts off of that corner shop yet!” Tony was seriously taken back by that. He knew how it was growing up without parents. He remembered being roughly of her age when he lost them and having people around did help. Tony wanted to do the same for y/n however he had no idea what had been going on.
“N-no Tony that is fun-I do love that here that’s not a probl-“
“I thought you liked going to that school of yours?” Thor asked her mid sentence.
“Yeah your school! Didn’t you make a lot of friends there? Peter goes there too” Tony added in agreement.
School. Y/n inhaled a deep breath to not let the mention of school get to her temper which was so rare to happen but Uncle and Tony went on asking about school and her amazing friends—the lie she told them.
“No! Uncle Thor I do not like that school of mine! That place is barbaric!! Everyone there is just rude and incorrigible no matter how hard you try to fit in! I’m not either of you-the god of thunder or iron lad-man—apologies-they hate me here! Even Peter was embarrassed to be seen with me he told me Midgardians walk 5 meters away from each other-and I thought it was true?! And the history class!” She paused and huffed between her rant “Seven hells the history class here-you ask one question in class and everyone starts laughing at you? I learned about Hitler the hard way and nobody would sit with me during lunch-all their stupid lunches in their stupid box water and stupid round tables it’s just—“ y/n took a deep breath grabbing the nearest pillow and throwing it back to its place with force. “I hate it here!” She said lastly running towards the stairs and slammed her door shut.
“Wow.” Tony said as both him and Thor sat there processing what she said. Apparently Peter was there for the last 5 minutes he missed what she said previously but it didn’t take him a lot to know what she must’ve referred to.
“Hi-“ he announced his presence even though he feared the Mr. Stark lecture that awaited him.
“Oh hello Peter. Why don’t come here and explain—“ Tony trailed off he was really surprised that Peter would’ve done that. Even after when he specifically told him to help her settle into the new school.
“I know I know-I heard. Uncl—Mr Thor? Sir? Mr Stark look no I know I’m really sorry can I just talk to y/n for a while I’ll be right back.” Peter rushed to the stairs before either of them could reply.
Peter took a sharp breath knocking on the door hoping he could fix the mess he had a part in creating. “Go away!” A response came from the other side of the door.
“Y/n it’s me-Peter!”
Perfect just what I needed today. “What do you want?” She asked from behind her closed door face down on the bed.
“I just wanted to talk can you open up please?” Peter asked in a pleading up leaning his forehead on the door.
Y/n groaned getting out of the bed to open the door she was least amazed see Peter. “Come to gloat?” Gods I sound like father again.
“I wanted to apologise to you.” Peter walked inside her room as y/n moved away from the door to let him in.
“It’s fine it’s nothing you did anyways.” Y/n said shrugging her shoulders.
“No. I blew you off every time and I didn’t help you out when everyone was picking on you and saying mean—“
“I know Peter. I was there-you don’t have to bring it up. It’s alright I’ll be leaving in a while anyways.” Y/n said awkwardly looking around the room.
“And I wanted to talk to you about that-are you sure leaving Earth is the best option for you?” Peter asked rubbing his forehead.
“Staying here isn’t my best option either.”
“—I know it must feel that way now but your uncle is here-he likes it here—forget about school everyone here loves you. I could help you with history don’t worry-“ he tried his end of the bargain to convince her to stay.
“Peter it’s not just school I know how people see—my father here, I know I wouldn’t like it too if someone tried to do that to a part of Asgard-everyone’s right in their place but he was my father.” Y/n flickered her eyes trying to blink away the tears that were forming up “I just-I cant hate him.” She shrugged her shoulders in disbelief as tears formed a valley down her eyes though she was quick to wipe them off as they fell.
“Are you crying? Hey y/n it’s alright-“ Peter took a step closer to her as she shook her head wiping her tears again.
“I’m really sorry-“ she tried to hold back and stop her tears but it only seemed to increase them. Y/n sank down on the floor slowly as her vision got blurry.
Peter sat down beside her “Y/n it’s okay!” Peter told her gentle rubbing her back.
“Everyone from school keeps sending me these speaking letters on my phone from when my father was in New York and everything the news said about him and-“ y/n tried to continue as a sob stopped her words from coming out.
Peter looked at her with soft expression “They’re sending you video clips?” He asked just to confirm what she meant by ‘speaking letters’.
Y/n nodded in response not meeting his gaze. “I miss him so much all the time I-I didn’t even get to say goodbye” She finished as tears welled up her eyes.
Peter pulled her in closer into his arms and she didn’t let go crying onto his chest. He could feel her heart break as she clung onto him. “It’s okay you’re going to be alright-I’m here with you.”
“They make me feel like father did everything wrong.” She sniffled between her words.
“Hey that’s not true-he’s probably looking down at you right now-that what an amazing daughter he has raised. How she’s getting through everyday-how smart she is. I saw your physics grades Einstein!” Peter told her as she chuckled slightly at that joke.
“Thank you Peter, really.” She said pulling out of the hug.
“Of course.” He smiled at her wiping the last of tears off her face. “And listen you are going through a major loss-I know it must hurt right now and that’s natural. You don’t have to bottle your feelings-it’ll take time, a lot of it-the people we love become a part of us and your dad will always be a part of you.” Peter explained to her which spread a genuine smile across her face-making him mirror it.
“I’ll remember that. I’ll also consider staying if the history offer is still open?”
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