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apolafsi · 5 years

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THE MAJORITY OF THE BATTLE IS SEVERAL FEET IN FRONT OF DELILAH. she was behind a group of demigods, trying to drag an unconscious hero to the safety out of the street ( or at least as safe as they could be ), when she heard a roar. the sound felt like claws down her spin, and she spun to see the biggest lizard she had ever laid eyes on - a drakon.

it was charging toward her - not her specifically, but her direction. delilah continued to drag the body to the sidewalk, struggling in her panic. her heart was thudding in her chest, hoping and praying to any god that would listen that her death wasn’t going to be her mushed out like a pancake via a drakon belly. it’s then she heard percy, calling to mrs o’leary. she sees them out of the corner of her eye, charging the monster, and her stomach drops. part of her believes there is no way they could kill that massive beast, but the other part of her brain speaks up - if anyone can, it’s them.

she sets the unconscious body down, looking out at the sea of fighting to her side. it didn’t look good. the centaurs had panicked under the onslaught of giants and demons. an occasional orange camp t-shirt appeared in the sea of fighting, but quickly disappeared. arrows screamed. fire exploded in waves across both armies, but the action was moving across the street to the entrance of the empire state building. they were losing ground. there’s a roar behind delilah then, and she whips around in enough time to see annabeth driving her knife into the drakon’s back. she rolled out of sight, and delilah switched her vision to see the enemies surrounding the empire state building. they were loosing. this was it.

then there was a rumbling sound. it came from a different side, where camp lay, and a wide grin spread on delilah’s face. the ares cabin had come through.

a dozen war chariots charged into battle. each flew a red banner with the symbol of the wild boar’s head. each was pulled by a team of skeletal horses with manes of fire. a total of thirty fresh warriors, armor gleaming and eyes full of hate, lowered their lances as one - making a bristling wall of death. the girl leading the charge held an electric spear, and delilah almost laughed with joy. clarisse had finally come to her senses.

while half of the chariots charged the monster army, delilah ran to catch up with the six chariots clarisse was leading to fight the drakon. something was bugging her in the back of her mind, something about clarisse. clarisse didn’t look like ... clarisse. she was wearing the armor, she held the spear, but she seemed smaller than when delilah last saw her. her voice was shriller, and if delilah looked hard enough, she saw fear in bright blue eyes under her helmet. clarisse didn’t have blue eyes. ❛ ares ! ❜ clarisse shouted, leveling her spear and charging the drakon. then everything went in slow motion.

faintly in the background, delilah heard percy yelling. the monster looked down at the charging girl - almost in contempt - and spit poison directly in her face. she screamed and fell, delilah screaming with her. because suddenly it all clicked, and she knew it wasn’t clarisse. in fact, clarisse was landing in a flying chariot several feet away. they both reached the fallen girl at the same time, tears already stinging delilah’s eyes. because the fallen girl was none other than silena beauregard herself.

clarisse was screaming and cursing. ❛ curse you, why ? why ? ❜ delilah could only sob, holding her sister’s hand as campers struggled to get the smoking armor off of her. clarisse turned to the drakon for a moment, screaming more. ❛ you want death ? well, come on ! ❜

later, delilah was told clarisse reached a new level of intimidating. killing the monster with her electric spear to it’s eyes, the glowing red aura of the blessing of ares - clarisse was on her own level. but delilah couldn’t look away from silena. blue eyes were focusing in and out, but they landed on delilah for a brief moment, filling with tears. ❛ what were you thinking ? ❜ delilah whispered, squeezing silena’s hand. ❛ wouldn’t ... listen. cabin would ... only follow her. i am ... so sorry. so sorry ... delilah. ❜

everyone seemed to gather around now, clarisse returning to cradle silena’s head in her lap. ❛ you stole my armor. you waited until chris and i went out on patrol ; you stole my armor and pretended to be me. ❜ the ares girl turned to her cabin, anger radiating almost as much as her power. ❛ and none of you noticed ? ❜

❛ don’t blame them, ❜ silena said. ❛ they wanted to ... to believe i was you. ❜

❛ you’re and idiot. ❜ delilah sobbed, tears rolling freely down her cheeks now. ❛ you didn’t think to tell someone ? me, or percy, or annabeth ? we could have helped you ! you didn’t have to charge that drakon and you did ! you’re stupid, you’re stupid and you’re selfish and - ❜ she’s cut off by percy placing a hand on her shoulder. she couldn’t take it anymore, only able to sob as she continued to hold silena’s hand.

❛ it’s all my fault. ❜ silena said, a tear streaking the side of her face. ❛ the drakon, charlie’s death ... camp endangered - ❜

❛ stop it ! ❜ this came from both delilah and clarisse at once. ❛ that’s not true. ❜

but then silena opened her hand. i her palm was a silver bracelet, with a scythe charm, the mark of kronos. all eyes seemed to widen, and delilah felt her stomach drop. it couldn’t be true. it just couldn’t. silena wasn’t the spy type. she was good, one of the best people delilah had ever met. her brain started to swirl at the thought, making her sick. it just couldn’t be true. yet it was, with the proof right there - silena had been the spy all along. she was the cause of so much destruction and trust issues, and delilah just couldn’t believe it.

silena tried to speak. ❛ before ... before i liked charlie, luke was nice to me. he was so ... charming. handsome. later, i wanted to stop helping him, but he threatened to tell. he promised ... he promised i was saving lives. fewer people would get hurt. he told me he wouldn’t hurt ... charlie. he lied to me. ❜

delilah was shaking with anger. she had never met luke, but the stories she had gotten from percy and annabeth seemed to paint the picture of someone who was just misguided, who could have been redeemed. but this was irredeemable. he had manipulated someone delilah had cared about, lied to her face. if delilah ever met luke castellan, they would be having a few choice words.

the tears were still coming, delilah looking down at silena’s face. rage now mixed in with the sadness. this wasn’t silena’s fault, it never was. but she was paying for it, hurting for it. it made delilah’s stomach bubble, and she sobbed again. silena took a heavy, painful breath. ❛ forgive me. ❜

delilah shook her head, squeezing silena’s hand. ❛ don’t say that. you can’t leave us. you can’t leave me. please, please, please. silena please. ❜ each word cracked in her voice, trying to hold herself somewhat together while watching her sister die right in front of her.

silena looked at delilah with her own tears. ❛ i ... i am ... so sorry delilah. i ... i should have been better ... for you. you are ... going to be the best ... the best of us. ❜ her gaze drifted to the open sky, and she seemed to relax. ❛ charlie ... see charlie ... ❜

she didn’t speak again.

it was too much for delilah. a blood curdling scream ripped from her throat, all the pain she felt in that moment exploding out of her. if one had been in the air at that moment, it would have seemed like a rose colored wave of dust emitted from where delilah knelt, reaching throughout kronos’ army. they all seemed to get smacked at once, freezing in their spots and looking at the camp’s forces in confusion. it was as if they had suddenly forgot what they were fighting over, deeming it unnecessary. instead of killing, several of the monsters dropped their weapons and one leaned in to try and hug one of the campers, resulting in a cloud of dust popping up where it once stood. the monsters seemed to loose any maliciousness they had.

delilah wavered for a second, having to be caught by percy. her eyes were lidded, pupils rolled back in her head. all of her anger, her sadness at silena’s death, rolled off of her in waves. it didn’t reach but half of the army, but that half now posed no threat. they walked around congratulating each other on their armor, hugging each other like old friends who had been reunited. several had taken an interest in the demigods, patting their heads. it confused the camp’s forces just as much as it confused the other half of the titan army. percy knelt by delilah for a minute, calling for ambrosia and necter. annabeth handed it over, and after a small bit delilah opened her eyes again.

dark brown irises met with sea green ones, and the girl sprang up right in a panic, which only made her dizzy. ❛ whoa there, lilah. take a break. that was ... a lot for you. ❜ delilah looked at percy with confusion, and then past him at the friendly monsters. it took a few seconds for it all to register, but then her eyes glassed over with tears again. her head slowly turned to where clarisse was still cradling silena’s lifeless body. it hadn’t all been a war time nightmare.

her eyes closed for a second, trying to steady her breathing. the last thing she needed was another outburst - it would probably kill her. ❛ i’m sorry. usually i can control it better than that. ❜ her voice was bitter and stretched, trying not to break into more tears.

percy watched her closely, but it was annabeth who spoke up. ❛ what was that ? are all those monsters ... nice now ? ❜

delilah shook her head. ❛ not forever. just for a while. the timing of it, i haven’t figured out but ... i guess you could say i pushed all the bad out of them for a little while. it takes a lot for me to use that power, at least in that kind of massive form. i’m sorry guys, i didn’t mean ... i’m just ... ❜ her voice was breaking again, and percy rest a hand on her shoulder.

❛ you were awesome. you single handedly took out half of that army. you shouldn’t be sorry for anything. ❜ his words were sincere, but delilah couldn’t help but dismiss them. she might have taken out half a titan army, but she couldn’t save someone that mattered to her. what kind of hero was she ?

clarisse stood up then from where she had been sitting. her eyes were red, just like delilah’s, but she looked more menacing than pathetic. ❛ there’s still half an army left then. ❜ her voice was masked with anger and hurt, just like delilah felt.

annabeth nodded. ❛ we have to fight. she gave her life to help us. we have to honor her. ❜ her vice was brittle, but her face was a blank slate.

clarisse sniffled and wiped her nose. ❛ she was a hero, understand ? a hero. ❜ delilah couldn’t help but nod in agreement. no matter what anyone said from now on, silena would be known as a hero to her. she had done what was right in the end - she had saved the camp. in no way was she going to be roped in with the traitors.

on the other side, the other half of kronos’s army had come to their senses. they kept attacking the demigods and centaurs, but it was hard with their brethren under delilah’s magic frowning at the violence and refusing to get out of the way, declaring that there should be no fighting. delilah watched as a pack of telkhines tackled a giant in a hug pile until it collapsed into dust, then moved on to the next foe who was cramping their loving style. as much as the army wanted to push forward and reach the empire state building, they had lost their numbers and lost their edge.

delilah struggled to stand, wobbling a bit as she picked up her dagger from the ground where it had fallen. percy reached out to steady her, shaking his head. ❛ delilah, no. you need to rest, with that stunt you just pulled. you could’ve seriously injured yourself or worse - ❜

❛ percy, i’m fine. ❜ she snapped, which took both of them aback. delilah wasn’t one to use such a tone in any situation, but this was new. she had never felt this much anger or sadness before. silena had been her family, the first one she ever felt truly at home with. there was a knot in her chest that burned, and it wasn’t going away. but she wasn’t going to take it out on percy. there’s a sigh as she straightens herself out. ❛ i’m fine. i’ll make it. we have bigger things to worry about, and you’re going to need everyone you can get. ❜

he didn’t seem to like the idea, but delilah didn’t wait for him to argue with her further. she pushed past percy, clenching her dagger tightly. she could hear clarisse roaring somewhere nearby, and saw the end of a drakon tail out of the corner of her eye. when delilah plunged into the sea of fighting, she only had one goal - to make kronos pay.

#&. there’s more to love than valentines ─ about.#death /#uhhhhh this is important to delilahs character thanks

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fanfictrashdump · 3 years

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Queening a Pawn, 21

If you’re new: this is my procrastination fic. It is what I drabble around with when I’m being my worst self, and ignoring all my other WIPs and responsibilities! Enjoy!

Summary: During the Time Heist, Loki stole the Tesseract and escaped. He did not expect, however, to be pulled through a Time Loop that delivered him to a Midgard more than a decade older, wiser, and bitterer. Having just lived through his unsuccessful attack in New York, Loki must learn to live in Midgard after the defeat of Thanos (post-Endgame). The question is, who is Loki without a quest for a throne or total domination?

Pairings: Loki x OC

Warnings: Language, suggestive themes, one (1) stuck shapeshifter, threat of stabbing, and flooooff

"Hey, Reindeer Games. How's the amplifier working?" Tony asked, his hologram joining Loki as he carried a covered bundle towards the trash shoot.

"I destroyed the toaster."

Tony scrunched up his nose, lowering his yellow-tinted glasses to stare at the bundle which turned out to be the defunct toaster. "What? How?"

"I gestured to press the lever, like I do every morning and it exploded," he explained, carefully. A large grin blossomed on his face. "It's bloody brilliant."

"Er… does Honeybun know you're blowing stuff up around the compound, or…?"

"She's scrubbing out the scorch marks from the granite, as we speak." Opening the shoot door, he tossed the hunk of metal into the metal recycling pile. "It's a lot more intuitive than I was expecting. I think I might have to work on subtlety of intent."

"You do that. Just… try not to burn down the place and maybe don't accidentally kill your girl." Tony called after Loki who turned around, walking backwards with a mischievous smirk until disappearing from view.

He turned the corner and waltzed into Delilah's apartment, stopping to rest against the wall to observe her. She had gotten up onto the countertop on her hands and knees and was scrubbing the surface within an inch of its life to lift the dark grey singed streaks. Loki's grin only grew wider as he watched her body cant back and forth with the scrubbing of her brush.

"Stop looking at my ass and help, Mischief." Delilah had yet to turn around to gaze at him.

"Stop distracting me, then," he complained, pouting just the slightest, considering the possibility of using his magic to erase away–

"What did you do?" The scrubbing had stopped and Lilah sat up on her heels.

Loki's face pinched in a frown, cutting the space between them in two long strides. "Pardon?"

"It's gone. What did you do?" She watched Loki flounder for about a minute for an explanation before she sighed. "Maybe you should take the amplifier off whenever you aren't specifically using it."

The Asgardian snorted, rolling his eyes. "My wedding band? Sure, you can pry it out of my cold, dead hands when I'm done with it."

"And here I thought you wouldn't take the suggestion seriously," she retorted, deadpan.

His thumb and forefinger took hold of her chin, forcing her eyes on him. "I am deadly serious. You can take it off when I'm due for Valhalla and not a moment sooner." He eased away the frown on her lips with a kiss. It was a simple gesture, but he was fairly confident that she couldn't technically be angry with him if he was being cute. "Shall I make you breakfast now, darling?"

"Can you keep from burning down my apartment?"

Loki rolled his eyes, every bit a petulant child. "Even if I did, we both know there is no reason for us to have separate residences." His easy confidence shrunk significantly at her look. "Never mind," he mumbled with a pout, turning to dig through the refrigerator for eggs, butter and milk.

Delilah pulled out a large metal prep bowl and a griddle. Setting the bowl next to Loki, she put the griddle on the stove and set it to heat. Loki smiled to himself, a small shiver of delight running down his spine at their familiarity. They never had a problem operating around each other, to begin with. Still, Loki liked to think that as their relationship evolved, the way they danced around with one another also improved. He quietly whisked at the batter he was preparing, adding flour bit by bit while he distractedly watched her wash and cut a bunch of fruit with sharp, precise knifework.

Einherjar wandered into the kitchen, jumping into one of the stools at the kitchen island to watch his humans cook. He mewled delicately and Loki smirked. "No, Einherjar. How dare you suggest that your mother's angry?" Another mewl. Loki feigned a surprised gasp. "Are you saying that she is being difficult for the hell of it? Bad kitten!" The kitten pawed at Loki, as if he was protesting the use of his meows to wind his caretaker up. "I cannot believe you, Ein. This woman has given you a home, a warm bed, food–and this is how you treat her!"

"Leave him alone, Lo," she admonished, though there was a grin poised on her lips. She leaned her face close to the kitten's, giggling when the massively fluffy face rubbed against her own with a loud purr. "Good baby."

"I can purr, too, you know." He glanced over his shoulder at them as he ladled pancake batter onto the warmed griddle.

Only a delighted giggle came as response. Einherjar was licking a long stripe on her cheek, one of his paws balancing him against her shoulder. "Oh, I know, baby. Loki is just grumpy."

"I am not!" He muttered under his breath, flipping the first round of pancakes.

"Case and point," she whispered, running her fingers through the kitten's fur and smiling. "Go give your dad some love," she whispered and the kitten wasted no time in trailing over the countertop before taking a flying leap onto Loki's back, scaling his jumper and onto his shoulder.

The loud rumble tickled at Loki's ear, and he could not keep the feigned frown on his face for very long. He surrendered to a chuckle, reaching up with his free hand to scratch the kitten under the chin and say soft things to it under his breath. The duo remained in their positions, much to Delilah's delight, for as long as it took Loki to make several pancakes for the both of them.

It had surprised her the first time he had shown any sort of prowess in the kitchen, but cooking was as much of an art as it was a science. And Loki was nothing if not careful and precise. Nowadays, he commanded the kitchen with such an ease that she could have sworn that he had been a Midgardian in another life.

Taking hold of a platter stacked high with cakes, he turned back to the kitchen island. The pancakes were placed next to the fruit and warmed syrup at once. Loki clicked his tongue twice, and Einherjar leapt into his open arms without a hint of hesitation before the god set him down on the floor.

"Good boy, Einherjar," he muttered, a piece of bacon mysteriously making its way to the floor with a smirk.

"Then you dare say I'm the one spoiling him."

"You are the one spoiling him. I simply reward good behavior."

"Making him a special piece of bacon requires premeditation, Loki Odinson." Her tone was deadpan, though there was a tender edge to her voice and sparkling gaze.

He didn't respond, opting instead for dropping into one of the stools and dragging her into his lap. Lately, it had not been uncommon for them to choose to stay in during meal times, enjoying the quiet and as sitting close together as they wished. More often than not, that meant she ended up in his lap and they would share a plate of food between them and kiss lazily until either of them was needed at work.

"Pygmy puff?" Tony's voice over the PA system sounded apologetic.

"Yeah, Tony?"

"When you're done with breakfast, can you deal with the shambles that is Receiving's. They messed up their ledgers, again and even I can't figure out what the fuck they were trying to do." He sighed, resigned. "No need to rush, though. I know you and Bambi are doing the whole cutesy thing."

Delilah giggled through a mouthful of pancakes and strawberries. "I'll deal with it. I think I've got their system figured out by now." A bit of syrup dribbled from the fork she was offering Loki over her shoulder, and he promptly licked it off her neck with a satisfied hum, making her gasp.

"Thanks, babe!" There was an awkward stretch of silence. "Are you two…?"

"No, but I would like to, Stark," Loki interrupted with a wicked grin.

"Understood. Use protection!"

"Oh, shut up!" Delilah irrupted. "I'll be by Receivings in a bit if you want to warn them to get their shit together before I get there."

"I thought we were spending the day together."

She sighed, smoothing her hand down the sharp planes of his cheekbones and trying to lessen the valleys that formed with the dejected question. "We are. This will only take a few minutes, I promise." The sea glass of his eyes had lost a bit of lustre. "Ten minutes, babe. Twenty, tops."

"That's alright. You have a job to do. I understand." His accompanying smile looked more like a grimace. Delilah caught her breath several times, as if she was poising herself to speak, but opted for slanting her lips to his and hopping off his lap.

When she left the bathroom, free of syrup and pancake bits, her living room was eerily empty. On the floor, Einherjar hopped around a bundle, gently pawing at the dark material as he purred loudly. It wasn't until she was near enough the bundle that an angular head, a little smaller than her fist, twisted toward her and tasted the air with forked tongue.

With a gasp, she snatched the kitten away, stumbling backwards onto the carpet and scrambling back. Her widened eyes remained glued on the snake as she shuffled. It wasn't obscenely large–it was about the average size you would get from a pet store. Its scales were an opalescent charcoal, though it bore a ring of deep golden on its neck that looked vaguely familiar, as did its bright jade eyes.

Delilah felt insane when the question bubbled past her lips. "Loki?" The snake tilted its head in what she could only imagine was amusement. The beast slowly uncoiled, slithering steadily up to her leg and starting to climb onto her cherry red Doc Marten boots before twisting around her leg. When she whimpered, it stopped completely, resting its head down on her thigh and waiting patiently for her approval. "Loki!" She called a little louder, in case he was hiding somewhere else. There was no response, other than the snake brushing its muzzle against her thigh and Einherjar's struggle to get loose and rub against the reptile.

Heart in her throat, she shuffled onto her feet, smoothing down the old My Chemical Romance t-shirt over herself with shaking hands. The snake ventured upwards, winding up around her arm to pull itself to a more comfortable spot. Though still terrified, Delilah could not help but appreciate the delicate skill it took for the creature to wind up her body and rest itself around her shoulders.

"I suppose this means you want to come with me," she whispered, and the snake responded with a tickle of its forked tongue over her neck. "You better behave, Lo."

No one had really batted an eye at the fact that she was walking the halls with a rather large snake twined round her neck, but she could tell it made the men in Receivings uncomfortable. Still, she had not acknowledged the new addition when she greeted the four older gentlemen who dealt with the incoming packages and goods.

The head of the department, Frank, was the first to crack. "Cute. You got a problem with cats and dogs, Lilah?"

She laughed, shaking her head. "No. I like them just fine. I have a kitten. Why do you ask?"

"New pet?"

A smirk graced her lips and she shrugged. "Of sorts, I guess." Carl, one of the newer employees, reached out to stroke the snake's tail. Delilah caught Loki's head when she felt him twitch to strike and blindly rubbed her thumb under his chin. He settled down immediately, hiding his face in the crook of her neck. "Done soon," she whispered.

"When are you going to leave that Asgardian clown and let me treat you like a real lady?" It was Frank again. He had a bad habit of shamelessly flirting with her whenever she had to come fix their issues. She secretly thought that they mucked up their ledgers every other week just to get Delilah to come over. Thankfully, she had long learned the pattern of their disruption, and fixing the books was a piece of cake.

Loki had not dared attack the man for the comment, but his face had migrated to the shoulder nearest the old man. His green gaze had become fixed to his, to the point that it was making the other uncomfortable.

"That a gift from him? I hear he can talk to creatures. Maybe that's why that thing is so freaky."

"Lady Lilah! There you are!" Thor's friendly voice boomed down the corridor as he bounded over. "You look radiant as ever!" He patted her back and made her sway forward indelicately, but his infectious smile drew one of her own.

"Thank you, Thor. What can I help you with?"

"Can Barnes and I acquire permission to take the children to the outer grounds?"

Delilah nodded, putting down the StarkPad containing the Receivings ledger, after all its contents got uploaded into the cloud. "Anywhere you want, as long as they are on facility grounds. So, no forest, OK?"

"Many thanks," he offered, rustling her hair. The shift of her hair brought attention to the glistening black scales across her shoulders. "Oh, brother, I had not seen you there! It's been years since you've opted for a snake's form!"

Frank, whose eyes were still hostage to Loki's, blanched. "What!?"

"Oh, he's a snake now? I thought he was still a chameleon!" She fibbed, finally turning her neck to watch Loki dance slightly on her shoulder. Her hand ran up the shiny scales of his spine and rubbed his head until he lolled sideways in satisfaction. There was a little feeling of mischief that resonated within her that was not entirely her own. It felt good to throw the weight of their combined power around, and it felt even better to know that Frank would think twice in the future before making an inappropriate remark. Afterall, he had just been getting started, if experienced served her right.

"You know we was jokin', rig–" Loki's hiss cut whatever excuse Frank was cooking up, short.

"Behave, my love, or else," she admonished, though the threat was empty. She felt a little like a real snake charmer–nimble and good at her job, but knew full well it was the snake who was in charge. "Well, gentlemen, I'll write a code to make your ledger making a little more seamless. Should take a few days before I get it going, but I think I can make it automated. No more worrying about audits," she remarked. The group did not look as excited as she secretly felt. "I'll get out of your hair. See you later."

Delilah sauntered back into the corridors, enjoying the cool glide of Loki's scales across her shoulders and the gentle nudges of his head against her neck. "What would you like to do now, babe?" There was no response, other than the odd flicker of his tongue on her skin. He didn't seem terribly bothered by the world beyond his perch.

With half a shrug, she walked out the double doors to the outer training fields, enjoying the crisp spring sunshine bearing down on them. Everything was green and new, and the air smelled of freshly cut grass and wildflowers. One lungful of air made her feel considerably more calm. She assumed it did the same for Loki, who had not really attempted to venture out into the wilderness other than the occasional jog around the facility. In theory, there was currently nothing keeping Loki from taking to the streets and disappearing into the sunset. Well, apart from her presence…

The sun glittered high above their heads, instantly warming the air-conditioned chill away from their bones and replacing it with exquisite incandescence. The snake's muscles rippled and shuddered at the temperature change, something like a sigh leaving his angled mouth. When Delilah twisted her neck to press a kiss against the smooth skin, he offered no protest or skittish reaction, as a regular animal would. "Let me know if you get too hot, OK?" The murmur was received with a flick of the tongue on her cheek, causing her to giggle.

Picking out a spot near a great big oak tree, she settled onto a dense patch of grass overlooking an obstacle course. On any other day, current and new hopeful SHIELD recruits would be working on their physical skills. Skills that Delilah did not care for, but that were important to agents. She did not know how to carry twice her weight in supplies when she A) spent most of her day behind a computer, and B) had a life partner who seemed more than excited to do the heavy lifting for her. At the moment, though, the obstacle course was being used by tiny seven year old's, a demigod, and a super soldier. All of whom were more interested in Bucky's silly detachable arm antics than they were on climbing a rope ladder.

Sighing, she lay back on the ground, giving Loki enough time to slither out from beneath her head to twine over her arm, and ultimately curl on her chest. The angular head rested heavily on her sternum and when he tasted the air, his forked tongue would barely graze her warmed skin. He was very still, and a lot better behaved than she would have ever assumed him to be. At this point, she assumed he would have been trying to scare crowds or hissing at strangers going past. He looked so content to simply be, he hadn't even bothered turning to stare at the sky, as she was or at the children. Instead, his head angled slightly to keep a watchful eye on her.

"Wonderful day for training outside, yes?" Thor asked happily as he dropped beside her. Delilah swore the ground shook with his momentum. Loki remained undisturbed.

"Mmm. I'm not much for training, but it is a beautiful day," she responded dreamily. Her fingers skimmed black scales, feeling them just short of feverish. "I might have to take Loki to the shade in a bit, though."

Thor frowned. "His Aesir form is not as sensitive to heat. Why does he not simply transform back?"

Delilah snorted. "Oh, he is one hundred percent stuck and thinks I haven't noticed." The snake rose up sharply to look at her. After a minute or two of blankly staring and neither yielding, he huffed and settled back down. "He'll figure it out, eventually." She added, running her fingers down his back. "Or I'll put him out of his misery and help him."

Thor chuckled, giving them both an affectionate look. "I must admit, not being able to talk suits him." Loki bared his fangs at the god of thunder, only to be laughed at, once more.

Delilah shifted when the bed sunk beside her at half past midnight. She had spent the majority of the day taking Loki wherever she pleased, snake wrapped around her shoulders. It appeared, though, that he had finally figured out how to ease back out of his reptile form. He patted himself down before sighing in relief. Almost immediately, he pressed himself against Delilah's body.

"Welcome back."

"Good to be here," he rumbled against her neck. "When did you notice I was stuck?"

"When you didn't stab Frank. Or Thor."

"Right." Loki remained silent for a long while and she assumed he had drifted asleep. "Don't make me give it up, please." His voice was so soft she almost assumed it had been a rustle of sheets that had made the noise.

"I'm not going to make you give up your ring."

"I'll get it to work. I had a lot of time to think when I was a snake. I think... I think I have to rely more heavily on my instincts."

"Why's that?"

"Because you do. And you made it. And whenever something happens it's always because of something I did because of you." Delilah made a noise of curiosity. "I wanted to make you breakfast before you woke. Then I wanted a way to stay with you all day without getting in the way. And now I wanted to hold you," he whispered, tightly circling her waist with his hands.

"See? I knew you'd figure it out. Though I did love having snake you around. You were gorgeous."

"Thank you, darling. I'll make it a point to use the form more often."

"Good. I did miss you like this, though. I love you like this the second-most."

"What's the first?"

"As a frost giant. Just as you," she responded through a yawn.

The breath caught in his throat at the confession. Despite himself, his Asgardian form drifted away, leaving her to shudder in her arms. He went to make some distance between them only to lock her arms with his and hold him fast to her body. Loki could feel the goosebumps prickling up on her skin, but she was adamant about keeping him close.

"Back to slumber, doll," he murmured against her hair.

"Mm-hmm. I love you, Loki."

"And I love you, sweet."

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thetakenpokemon · 7 years

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Act 0 - The Hunt Begins

[PoV: Firesword]

I glance behind me to see that Ash is still following.

Despite her running past me earlier she quickly lost her enthusiasm as expected, causing her to start lagging behind.

From the look of her expression, I can see that she’s finally taking things seriously. It greatly gets on my nerves by how she treats everything, since she often forgets what she is and who she works for.

As part of the Guardians of Twilight, our duty is to find and remove those who are a dangerous threat. We are the ones that work hard in order to make sure that others can sleep peacefully, to do what the law lacks the resources in.

We have a role fulfill and an image to keep, which I take great care to maintain. Ash on the other hand treats everything as if it’s one big game, which often jeopardizes are position.

To see that she’s realizing the great importance of our situation on her own makes me feel somewhat relieved, since otherwise it would’ve been rather...difficult as usual to force her to actually be serious.

We travel through the winding halls and the numerous rooms of the giant multi-floor structure that is the Guardians of Twilight Headquarters, also known as the GoT HG for short. Many members pass us by, some giving nods or smiles while others don’t even acknowledge our presence. None attempted to pull us aside for chatter, mostly because our expressions were enough to tell them that we won’t be deterred from our course.

We eventually reach Kaiser’s office, the giant door is sized so that any member of the GoT can fit through. The door is also meant to be pushed, since some members (such as I) lack hands to maneuver objects effectively.

Although I would knock on it to signify that we’ve arrived, my blades would most likely scratch the wood and knocking on the door with my feet is just...awkward. So instead gesture with my head to Ash, wordlessly asking her to knock for us.

She looks at me with confusion before realizing what I’m asking her, which she nods and approaches the door.

...Only to apparently misunderstand my gesture and simply push the door open and walk inside...without knocking.

I grit my teeth in irritation at her cluelessness, her inability to comprehend the simple thing that is proper etiquette. When one approaches one’s room they must knock so that they don’t simply barge in like what she just did, NOT to mention that Kaiser is also our SUPERIOR and we need to show her proper decency.

I take several deep breathes to calm my nerves. It wouldn’t do me any good to be mad now since what’s done is done, so I’ll give her a verbal lashing once this is over.

With that I walk in after her.

Sitting at her rather large desk is Kaiser, the leader of the Night Hunter branch. The Garchomp doesn’t wear her armor when she’s not in combat, so it’s easy to see the scars from the wounds that struck her exposed areas.

In her fins is a stack of papers she’s sorting through, reports from other Night Hunters from what I assume. She looks up at us with a rather bemused expression. “I see that you two don’t seem to feel the need to knock.” She speaks, her voice mirroring her face.

“I do apologize for my companion’s actions.” I respond flatly, turning my glaring gaze to Ash. “It appears that she has forgotten about the simple thing of being polite.”

Said Salazzle could only grin sheepishly in response. “Sorry.” She apologizes quietly, rubbing the back of her head.

Kaiser merely cracks a grin. “Forgiven.” She chuckles before setting her papers down. “However,” The Garchomp continues, her expression hardening. “We have important matters to discuss involving your new appointed task, so please...” She gestures to two appropriately sized chairs before her desk. “...have a seat.”

We both do as she asks, she waits patiently as we sit down. Once we’re properly settled she continues.

“As you both know, The Lady is the one that has chosen you two for this specific task.” She says gravely. “The reason why is that you two have shown to be outstanding members of the Night Hunters, your accomplishments and skills have caused you both to quickly rise above the numbers. Because of this she believes that you two are perfect fit for what she’s assigned you.”

“What is it exactly that you want us to do?” Ash asks suddenly, I glare at her again as I feel my irritation rise to newfound levels.

If Kaiser had eyebrows she would most definitely have risen them, so instead she shakes her head. “I was about to get to that, Delilah.” She sighs. Ash glances at me and gives me a grin with a ‘I told you so’ look on her face. I merely shake my head in response, I can already imagine that after this she’ll tell me that she was right on the fact that aliases should only be used for work.

I still disagree on the fact, since professionalism is key to a perfect image.

“As I was getting to before being interrupted,” The Garchomp continues, giving Delilah a flat look. “the task that’s assigned is something of an...unusual sort.”

She pulls out several papers, the eye symbol stamped on them signifying that they’re reports from the Night Watchers. “A week ago we got a report from a run of the mill town called Richfield, a little hamlet located in the middle of absolutely nowhere.” The Garchomp dexterously maneuvers the papers with her fins as she looks through each one. “From what one of our Night Watcher members investigated, there was an attack from some sort of monster.”

A monster? I could feel myself perk up at this, it’s unusual for us to fight something that’s not a feral Pokemon...so the concept of possibly dealing with a ‘monster’ of some sort is intriguing.

Although it could simply be an actual Feral Pokemon that’s simply being called a monster, but one never should give up hope.

“They’ve questioned all of the civilians so this is what we’ve got.” She sets the papers down. “The physical description of this thing seems to range all over the place. Some say that it was a Scizor, others say it was a Gardevoir, another even said that it’s a Machoke.” She shakes her head. “The reasons for this is because everyone fled when it appeared, so they didn’t get a good look at it.” Her eyes quickly narrow. “However, one common thing they all share is it this thing is just ‘wrong’. The place around it got dark and its body looked like it was made of the night sky.”

Now this...is new, with that sort of description it couldn’t possibly be a Feral Pokemon.

“So it couldn’t even be a Pokemon?” I ask, since now is an appropriate time to ask a question.

“We’re unsure, since it doesn’t sound like some sort of Cosmog hybrid or even an UB.” Kaiser replies. “It could even be an illusion made by a Zoroark, however that’s unlikely due to the method it used to kill.” Her jaw tightens. “It killed four guards by slicing them in two, the cuts were so clean that it couldn’t have been made by a normal weapon. Hell,” She shakes her head. “even the move Guillotine doesn’t cut that perfectly.”

“So why us?” Delilah asks again, deciding that it’s safe enough for her to speak up again. “If this thing does that, wouldn’t it be better to send in a Night Warden team?”

“That’s the thing,” Kaiser sighs. “we’re not sure. This does sound like a big threat, but at the same time...it could be anything.” The Garchomp sits back in her specifically designed seat, crossing her arms. “The reason why we chose you two is because not only are you two good, but you can get out of a tight situation. We’d send in a Night Watcher or two to investigate further, but this whole thing seems too...fishy.” She shakes her head again. “So we want you two to get to the bottom of this, and if you find it...we want you to take it out.”

I open my mouth to speak, but she quickly cuts me off. “However,” Kaiser continues again. “We also don’t want you to risk your lives, so if this thing proves to be something else entirely...then we want you both to immediately report back. If it ends up being something of an incredibly dangerous level, then we’ll send in one of our Night Warden teams.” She leans forward. “Understood?”

Her tone contains the authority of someone that can’t even be argued with, so we both nod. “Understood.” We respond in unison.

Kaiser gives a nod of her own. “Good.” She grins again. “Your task starts immediately, so go gather your supplies and be ready to head out as soon as you’re able.” She pushes a folder towards us. “This contains all of the information we’ve obtained as well as the location of the town.”

Delilah takes the folder in her hands before standing up. “We won’t let you down.” She chuckles, giving Kaiser a thumbs up.

“I hope not.” The Garchomp laughs. “You both are well on your way to becoming Night Wardens, so it’s only a matter of time till you stop reporting to me.”

“But I like you better than Colossus.” The Salazzle pouts. “He’s far more...loud than you, not to mention he seems to have a strange obsession with purposefully getting people’s names wrong.”

Kaiser merely shrugs in response. “If you two become Night Wardens, then you’ll be forced to deal with him.” The dragon stands up from her chair, her smile growing smaller. “Delilah, Ren’Gul...” She says, nodding to each of us respectively. “Good luck.”

I place a blade on my chest. “Thank you, we will not fail this task. We will complete it like all of the others.” I bow my head. “We will leave at once as you’ve requested.”

With that we both leave her office and proceed down the hall, the folder still in Delilah’s grasp.

We both walk in silence, a silence that quickly began to grow more and more uncomfortable to me. Eventually Ash breaks it, and so comes the moment I have been dreading ever since that meeting.

“Sooo...Ren’Gul~” Delilah purrs. “Since I can call you that here, I’m gonna make sure to use it.”

“We have both been assigned a task, so we are now working again.” I respond tightly. “We will only use our aliases until it’s complete, so do not say my name again.”

The Salazzle rolls her eyes at this. “I swear, you’re so much of a hardass that I don’t think you even need to wear armor there.” She cracks a grin. “It’s harder than diamond at this point, even bullets will bounce off of it.”

I stop and give her my most withering glare. “Shut...your...mouth.” I growl menacingly.

She merely shrugs in response, her smirk never wavering. “Alright, fine. If you want to be a dick about it then go ahead, do your thing.” With that she continues forward, leaving me to stew in my anger.

...How in the hell did I end up with someone like her?

A thought crosses my mind and I feel a smug smile form on my face. “Ash...” I say to her, adding extra emphasis to the name.

She quirks an eyebrow at me, looking at my smile with growing uncertainty. “What?” She asks, an expression of worry forming quickly.

Heh, and she SHOULD be worried...

My smug smile grows ever so slightly. “Since you’ve forgotten the common decency that is being polite, perhaps I should educate you on it...” My eyes narrow. “Again.”

Watching the blood flow away from her face is an incredibly satisfying thing.

“Oh hell no!” She screams before suddenly bolting, nearly trampling over several members of the GoT despite her small frame.

With a satisfied smile I hum a quiet tune as I continue down the hall, enjoying the lack of Ash’s presence.

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fanfictrashdump · 3 years

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Queening a Pawn, 20

If you’re new: this is my procrastination fic. It is what I drabble around with when I’m being my worst self, and ignoring all my other WIPs and responsibilities! Enjoy!

Pairings: Loki x OC

Warnings: language, suggestive content (I think nothing terrible), soft fluffiness, two idiots in love.

Loki awoke with a sharp inhale. Wild eyes hopped form place to place, taking in the moody lighting and dark woods of his own living quarters. He did not remember getting here. He certainly didn't walk, which meant that, more than likely, Banner had carried him to his room while he was unconscious. He didn't know whether or not he was OK with the idea, but the pounding in his head did not allow him to focus on the quandary. Atop the sheets, Delilah was kneeling beside him, her fingers gliding gently over the collection of scars marring his pale skin.

Despite the fact that he had awoke quite violently, she did not seem to have noticed him. Instead, she was intensely focused on prodding at the circular areas of shiny flesh. His chest felt heavy with sorrow that was not his own and a fear of the unknown prickling at his skull.

His long fingers closing around her own made her start, and she glanced up, cutting her eyes at him, instantly. A lazy smile tilted his mouth at the wide-eyed gaze. "Counting scars to see how many are new will not make you feel better, dove."

"You don't know. Maybe I'm a secret sadist."

"Oh, there is no secret about that, but I rather believe that you enjoy my pain more when it brings pleasure," he riposted without missing a beat. "I have the bite marks to prove it." Delilah did not respond. Instead, she stretched out alongside him and buried her face into the crook of his shoulder. Loki chuckled, turning his head just enough to press a kiss to her crown. "I do not die so easily, darling. Many have tried, none have succeeded."

"That's not true."

"The Titan did not kill me." He drew a finger beneath her chin to cast her eyes up to meet his. "I will always make it back to you, I swear. Even if just to die at your feet."

"Don't… don't say things like that," she mumbled, trying to blink away tears.

"Darling," he whispered, brushing her hair back away from her eyes. They were so terribly vulnerable and open and their emerald hue glinted with her tears. His heart, a part he had foolish thought dead for hundreds of years, twisted painfully. How could he keep her from feeling this way? "My purpose has never been to be safe. Even on Asgard, my well-being was unimportant in relation to the good of the realm. In some cases–"

"No."

When Loki glanced down, Delilah looked like she was livid and his eyebrows slowly rose in a surprise. "What do you mean?"

"Stop… stop talking like you don't matter."

"Love–"

Tears were streaming down her face at this point. "You fucking matter to me. If you died because you decided the greater good was more important than you I would raze the Earth in vengeance. Do you understand?"

Swallowing at the lump in his throat, he nodded.

"Say it."

"Say what, my Queen?"

"Say you're important," she demanded, heatedly. "I need to hear you say it. I know how easy it is for you to ignore what you don't acknowledge. So, say it."

"You know me far too well, I must say." Taking Delilah's hand in his, he raised it to his lips. He kissed her palm and sighed wearily, like a heavy load was set on his shoulders. "I am important, if to no one but you."

"Is that not enough?"

"On the contrary. I'll have to start taking care not to accidentally die. I'd never want you to be upset… or to raze the Earth for my sake." He continued pressing kisses to her palm, seeping in the warmth of her hand and taking solace in it. She was fiery, electric and obstinate. He adored it more than life itself. He coveted her protective nature more than he ever did a throne.

"Hey," she whispered, pulling away from the dungeon he built in his mind. "Where did you go just then? I'm sorry if I upset you."

He smiled "You could never. I just… find it hard to believe I've earned your protection and it throws me for a loop, as it were." With a groan, he sat up against the headboard, pulling her along with him. "I'll make you a promise. For as long as you wear that ring, I'll do everything in my power to come back to you. I can't guarantee I won't take stupid risks for the sake of what is right, but–"

"I'll take it." Delilah brushed his shaggy hair back, undoing knots with her fingers before grasping the dark tresses to pull him towards her. "I don't want to keep you from doing whatever it is you want. I just want you to make sure you spare a thought about whether or not you'd survive afterwards." As if remembering herself, she started. "Oh, one moment."

With another kiss, she hopped off the bed and out the door before he even had the sense to question her. The sound of the front door closing irked him enough to debate whether or not he could physically chase after her. He was Aesir and had improved healing over Midgardians, but that building had done a number on his form and every bone in his corporation ached. The door opened and closed once more before Delilah scurried into the bedroom.

She hopped back onto the bed with a giddy leap, crawling up to the head and sitting back on her heels. "So, between days six and eight of you being entirely MIA, I got antsy and sat down with Tony in his lab. I was going through some of your old files and noticed that we had data about the specific signature your magic leaves behind."

"That is interesting." It sounded like a question rather than a remark.

"That's not the point, Lo. The point is that since we could tell the specific signatures it left behind, maybe we could predict what the magic looks like. Then, if we could do that, the next logical step would be find a way to amplify it."

Loki bobbed his head side to side, weighing out the probabilities with a serious frown. "I suppose it's possible. How would you validate it?"

"Oh, we used Strange's signature as a base model. It worked well to predict his energy." Her expression brightened with the small smirk of pride blossoming at the left corner of his mouth.

"Very clever, indeed, but I am still unsure as to what it all means." For a moment, she fidgeted and the excitement that had been brimming within her a second ago is dimmed with nervousness. "Delilah?" He rarely uses her full name, so it has the desired effect of forcing her to look up, instead of her knotted hands.

"It's stupid…," she trailed off.

"That is invariably untrue. You were excited. Tell me… or perhaps show me is the appropriate request," he amended, seeing her hands twitch tighter around something.

Her fingers loosened fractionally, a golden chain tinkling through her fingers for him to see. He waited patiently for her to reveal her secrets.

"You don't really wear anything, so I didn't… I put it on a chain, but it can also clip onto your lapel or go around your wrist. It just needs to be on you somewhere."

Loki grinned excitedly, leaning forward. "Go on, show me."

With a reluctant groan, she gripped his wrist and deposited the object in his palm, immediately looking elsewhere as she burned red. Along the gold chain rested a golden ring, etched in simple geometric designs like a circuit board. It consisted of a longer circle, twisted and doubled upon itself. He could slip the two bands apart just the slightest bit to slide it onto a lapel or the chest plate of his armor. Small pin mechanisms belied the ability of pulling it apart and expanding what he now noticed were two twin snakes.

"I'm gonna go," Delilah irrupted, suddenly, flushed from head to toe and feeling awkward at his quiet contemplation. Loki pounced from bed, tackling her onto the floor before she had even made it to the bedroom threshold. Caged between his arms, he trailed kisses from her neck to her jaw until ending on her lips, giving a contented sigh when she responded in kind.

"How would you prefer me to wear it?" She shrugged, looking awkward again. He nipped at her pulse point in protest for the shift. "Certainly you had an initial design in mind." He hummed against her throat in thought. "You're practical, which is why you've added the chain. Easy to keep around, minimal effort in minding it. While on the lapel offers visual advantages, it would look out of place with the clothes I've been wearing as of late." An open-mouthed kissed burned the hollow of her throat. "And while you are all for practicality, you are also fiercely possessive. Don't bother, you know you are," he added in a haughty tone when she went to protest. "So, your initial design was for my hands–visible and apparent. The others were an afterthought."

Another nip, much more forceful landed on her collarbone and she bucked into him in surprise. He repeated the action with a growl, pressing into her. "A ring. It was a ring. I didn't want your wrist to get caught on anything, Jesus!" A moan cut through her defense. "You don't wear jewelry and I didn't want you to think I was being stupid and sentimental with a ring, so– oh god." Delilah shuddered against him as Loki hitched one of her legs over his hip.

"I love stupid and sentimental," he husked. "Our whole relationship can be described as stupid and sentimental." He pressed a kiss behind her ear. "You're going to put that ring on me and then I'm going to take you like I almost died on what should have been an easy mission. Yes?" Delilah barely nodded before Loki eased off, pulling them up to sit beside each other. With shaking hands, she freed ring from chain and slipped it over his finger. With a wicked grin, he swooped down and threw her over his shoulder, gracefully slipping onto his feet and towards the bathroom. There was a warm bath with both their names on it.

#Loki #Loki MCU #Loki (Marvel)#MCU fanfiction #MCU fanfic #MCU #alternate timeline #fix it #time heist Loki x OC #Loki x ofc #Queening a pawn #not Loki show compliant

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