#but his reflection has jotun cracks and his hands are shifting between blue and white

[worstloki]

loki, looking at steve, who thinks returning the stones will seal the timelines and fix everything: im about to end this man’s whole career

loki, looking at doctor strange who is multiverseless and doesn’t have enough timelines for a sequel film: im about to start this mans whole career 

#The Avengers: we just return the stones all the timelines seal themselves reality doesn’t collapse everyone goes home happy #Loki: jokes on you im never happy *messes with the timelines* #yes i know Doctor Strange 1 had a reference to the multiverse BUT I'm assuming if Loki messes the timeline up that's why #wanda will also mess with the timelines but she's probably gonna do it unintentionally #actually now that im thinking about it #their roles should've been reversed #LOKI should've ended up in a little happy bubble of his earlier life in Asgard where everything is alright... but isn't... #that way they could deal with the jotun/adoption realization #with the cool glitchy effects #i can already imagine the world breaking down around him and suddenly he's still in the same perfect golden city #but his reflection has jotun cracks and his hands are shifting between blue and white #and the family sit-com horror genre would've been perfect #considering his coping mechanisms and the way he plays things off and a laugh track?? loki could pull it off so well with one-liners #meanwhile WANDA who is ESTABLISHED as a character that will willingly go to unethical lengths to get what they want... #she could be intentionally messing with reality and building the world she wants around her #she could be living it up in a timeline and when things start going sideways leave it in chaos and jump to another #going into timelines and manipulating them to spell vision and the life she wants into existence #it'd be a crime-thriller and there could be a multiverse parasite of some sort too that she's trying to run from #and the thing tracking her and ruining the artificial life she keeps building could end up being Dr Strange trying to get to her #that'd be a seamless connection honestly #meanwhile Loki who is KNOWN FOR PLAYING ROLES and has a habit of putting others first could be living in utopia asgard #where he's accepted as his pre-thor-1 self and he's happy and THATS the thing that keeps tipping him off and realizing it's not right #the place could start turning against him as self-hate and the abrupt revelations to the others about being jotun/adopted/tortured happen #it'd be a huge metaphor for his internalized mindscape INCLUDING the racism and past torture

[inmyownlittlecorner5]

Bifrost Blues Chapter 13: Spring

Fandom: Thor (movies), MCU Rating: M Warnings: Slurs, Sexual Content, Violence Pairing: Loki/OC Summary: According to the rules, no Jotun shall ever set foot in Asgard. According to the rules, no Prince of Asgard shall befriend a Jotun. According to the rules Rules were made to be broken. Written for @flufftober2021​

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Prompt #13: Pillow Talk

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1865 A.D.

Loki and Angrboda were walking along the wooded path near her horses’ summer pasture in Jotunheim. The wild birds sang as they flew between the trees. The air was thick with the life of the violent spring. In the distance, they could hear the ice cracking as it gave way to the sun’s rays. Spring came with a vengeance on Jotunheim.

“I had not thought to see so much…color here,” Loki said.

The trees were budding forth with tiny, vibrant flowers, and brilliant green leaves. A rainbow of hardy flowers pushed their way through the shrinking piles of snow. Where it was exposed, the brown earth was turning a verdant green. The remaining snow reflected some of the color, mixing it with the white and grey as it slowly disappeared.

“Even if you’d come in winter, there would be color. There are always some plants growing. The snow itself has many shades: sometimes blinding white, sometimes a deeper blue in the nights when the moon is shining on it,” Angrboda said.

Loki laughed. “Different colors of snow? Only one who lives in it as much as you do would think such a thing.”

“At least Jotuns aren’t soft and weak like Asgardians. Does it even rain there?”

“Rain? My brother is the god of thunder. It rains every time his mood changes.”

“Hmmm. I suppose you should be glad to have at least that much to strengthen you.”

They came to a tree that was blooming heavy with fragrant blossoms of the most delicate blue. Snow still clung to the base of it, but the branches had shaken off winter’s tyranny. Loki shot her a mischievous grin.

“Are you still afraid of heights?”

She was, but she wouldn’t admit it to him. “I’m sure I’ve grown out of that.”

“I’ll race you to the top.”

“Loki!”

He was already attacking the trunk, hauling himself up into the thick branches. Her honor demanded she accept the challenge, though she knew he’d already won. Strong as she was, she was still to careful a climber to catch him.

He was perched on a branch, waiting for her, when she caught up to him.

“It appears I’ve won,” he said, grinning.

“So you have. Now may we return to solid ground?”

“No. I want a prize.”

“I don’t know what you think to win. It’s too early for fruit.”

He patted a spot on the branch next to him. “Sit with me. I’ve saved you a place near the trunk so you may cling to it.”

She rolled her eyes, but joined him on the tree branch. “This is a stupid prize.”

He plucked a flower from the tree, then tucked it behind her ear. “And now you must kiss me.”

“What? Don’t be silly. I’d freeze you.” But the energy between them had shifted, and the teasing look in his eye was mingled with something fiercer. Angrboda caught her breath as her heart started to race.

“Are you afraid?” he asked, his voice caressing the words.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she whispered.

She brushed her lips against his, and he didn’t flinch or freeze. He cradled the back of her head in his hand, and brought their lips back together. His tongue traced her lower lip until she opened for him, and then his tongue was sweeping inside her mouth, and she was clutching the front of his tunic instead of the tree trunk and—

—Angrboda woke with her face pressed to her pillow, sighing Loki’s name. When she realized what she’d done, she leapt to her feet, dropping the pillow. Light was streaming through the top of the tent. Thor sat by the fire, toasting bread over the flames. Loki, thank the Norns, was nowhere in sight.

“Angrboda, how did you sleep?” Thor asked.

“I...I had a nightmare,” she lied.

“I’m sorry. There seems to be a lot of that happening last night. I am the only one to have escaped.”

“I…” The tent was too small, she needed to breathe. “I…excuse me.”

She ducked out of the tent into the fine winter day, hoping some exercise would put the unsettling dream from her mind.

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