#ch: odin

[tyrannuspitch]

big fan of stories that are like fate is just the propaganda that allows the powerful to maintain control of the oppressed but also fate is just your childhood trauma driving you to recreate the same dysfunctional cycles over and over again but also fate is not an illusion fate is a real force that you live with every day and there are real consequences for defying it but also fate is just your father trying to tell you he knows you better than you know yourself. and he's wrong

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[lightandfellowship]

A detail in the Vidar and Odin cutscene that might tell us exactly when it takes place

I really should've thought about this sooner.

Before I get into the meat of this observation and what it means for the timeline, I need to explain something: the three ways KHDR handles flashbacks and flashforwards.

Flashbacks and flashforwards come in three visual styles:

(1. Timestamp at the beginning of the cutscene in a bold, black font. This indicates a flashback/flashforward that only the audience can see. And it goes without saying that this type of flashback/flashforward is used when the writers don't want any ambiguity about when the scene takes place. Example:

(2. Blurry black letterbox/vignette at the top and bottom of the screen. This indicates a memory that a character is actively recalling; both the audience and the character are "seeing" it. Here's an example from Eraqus' memory:

(3. Character's narration in the middle of the screen while the cutscene behind the text has a low-opacity black overlay on top of it. This can sometimes indicate present reality in some circumstances (such as a disembodied voice speaking or someone narrating their inner thoughts as they occur) but most of the time it indicates that the background cutscene is just a visual to go along with the character's statements, and isn't necessarily something that is actively being remembered or seen by any character in the story. An example of Xehanort retroactively narrating over a scene from the past:

In some cases the game may use a combination of any of these three to create unique effects, but that's not important for this post, the point is: if a cutscene is showing an event from the past or future, there will be a clear visual indication of that.

Why is this relevant? Do you wanna guess which one of these the Vidar and Odin cutscene initially uses?

None of them. (Further explanation under the read more).

Which under normal circumstances would indicate that the scene is taking place in the present and isn't a flashback at all (the second half of this cutscene has the flashback letterboxing, but there's a reason for that I'll explain in a bit).

For context, up until this point I was always of the belief that this scene was a flashback that took place sometime after the events of Enchanted Dominion but before the present events of KHDR, and that the lack of a timestamp was simply to avoid spoilers or to create mystery. However, after realizing how consistent the game is about visually marking flashbacks/flashforwards, I can no longer believe with any certainty that this is just "the one exception" in the entire game.

And at first glance, I'd be tempted to say that this scene taking place in the present actually makes sense. Right before this cutscene, Hermod goes looking for Odin in order to inform him about Vor's departure, but fails to locate him. If Odin is truly in the tower talking to Vidar at this very moment, then it explains why Hermod couldn't find him in his usual places, because we know from Vidar that Odin's meditation spot in the tower isn't common knowledge amongst the underclassmen (presumably).

In addition, this would finally explain (1. why Odin greets Vidar with "You've returned." and (2. why Vidar tries to say goodbye. In Episode 1, Odin claims that the upperclassmen are missing, and we just saw Vidar in Dwarf Woodlands the episode before this, so surely this moment must be Vidar returning to Scala after finding out that he's been declared missing and informing Odin that he's leaving indefinitely to pursue his goals (whatever they are).

However, I feel things start to get a little messy when you think about it harder.

I've explained in the past in this reblog chain how it seems extremely likely that the Vidar + Odin discussion in Episode 5, and the Vidar + Odin discussion in Episode 7, are not two separate instances of them talking, but rather two halves of the same discussion, and I think this still applies.

(Aside: I realize now looking back at this post that OP was super onto something here and totally right and I can't believe I didn't latch onto it sooner).

(Aside 2.0: the reason why the second half of the cutscene has flashback letterboxing while the first doesn't is because in Episode 7, Odin is actively remembering the second half of this discussion, a discussion that I'm arguing potentially took place in Episode 5. In other words, Odin is remembering Episode 5 while in Episode 7.)

If these two cutcenes are in fact the same discussion just split in half, then that means that this cutscene is the moment when Vidar first learns about True Darkness, what needs to be done about Baldr, and Kingdom Hearts.

But...wouldn't it be really weird if Vidar only learned about Kingdom Hearts in Episode 5? He, Vala, and Vali were already traveling the outside worlds and considered missing during Episodes 1-4, and at the end of Episode 4 Vidar makes a point to recruit Vor to help him and the other upperclassmen with some unspecified goal of theirs, so clearly he had SOME plan already in mind—one that he knew would require the underclassmen's assistance, at that. (Xehanort also claims that the only reason why they were running into the upperclassmen at all was because the upperclassmen were keeping tabs on the underclassmen, further suggesting that the upperclassmen already had plans for them in mind.)

At the end of Episode 4 Vidar also says that he wouldn't return to Scala until he accomplished said goal, and wouldn't talking to Odin in the tower constitute "returning to Scala"? Maybe I'm being nitpicky here and Vidar simply visiting briefly to say goodbye isn't the same thing as returning, but still. Vor is also absent from this cutscene despite being newly recruited by Vidar the episode prior, but I think you could make the argument that she was waiting somewhere else for Vidar to finish his business with Odin.

You would also have to reconcile the fact that Vala and Vali had already stolen the rose from Beast's Castle sometime before or during Episode 5. So, in a very short amount of time, Vidar would have had to discover the existence of the items of world order (which, remember, as far as we know Odin never told him about that part), discover their usefulness in finding true light and summoning Kingdom Hearts, relay this information to Vala and Vali, and then have them correctly locate and steal the rose in record time. Even if you assume that the upperclassmen were taught about the items of world order beforehand while the underclassmen weren't (due to age/schooling), this still seems very fast to me.

Remember, if the Vidar + Odin discussion does indeed happen concurrently/approximately alongside Hermod failing to find Odin, then that means that the underclassmen visit Beast's Castle and find out that the rose was stolen shortly after Odin and Vidar have their discussion at the tower. In Scala time, the upperclassmen's plans pivoting and them succesfully locating and stealing an item of world order would happen within the span of...what, hours at most? Not to mention the Beast's servants claim that the rose was stolen "a short while ago", which, while admittedly open-ended wording, seems to suggest a longer time span than a day (because otherwise wouldn't they have just said "earlier today" or "yesterday"?), and sure time flows differently in each world, but it's still pretty hard to believe that, by the time the underclassmen caught up with the upperclassmen in Beast's Castle, only maybe an hour or less had passed in Scala, but potentially several days had passed in Beast's Castle.

Not to mention this would also mean that Odin met a missing upperclassmen and (1. didn't stop him from leaving again and (2. didn't inform the underclassmen about this meeting (underclassmen who were still acting on orders to find the missing upperclassmen). Which, you know, typical secretive-ulterior-motives-Odin-stuff, so it's not really even an inconsistency or anything, but still.

This scene taking place in Episode 5...it's possible! It's certainly possible! But...I feel like this just makes things needlessly more confusing and strange. Why would you have Vidar and company initially pursuing a vague and directionless plan for the first half of the game, only to discover their real plan at the midway point? (Especially when we know that Darkness had planned for Vidar to pursue Kingdom Hearts from the very beginning? Why let Vidar meander aimlessly for who knows how long?) Why have Vidar go through the effort of recruiting Vor before he even knows what the hell he's doing? Why have Vidar talk mysteriously about his ambitions in Episode 4 like he was foreshadowing his plan when it turns out he wasn't even talking about the plan he would actually end up with?

Now, could it be a mistake/oversight that this cutscene doesn't look like a flashback? I mean, maybe? But it seems really unlikely to me that (1. this was a mistake at all considering that all the other flashbacks/flashforwards are perfectly fine including the second half of the Vidar + Odin discussion which correctly has letterboxing and (2. that the devs didn't notice it when they updated the game to version 5.0.1 and fixed a bunch of stuff. Which makes me believe that this is perfectly intentional and that this scene does in fact take place in Episode 5. But like. Why. Why would you do this to me.

#khdr #kingdom hearts dark road #kh vidar #kh odin #rambling about dim path #ch tag: vid #ch tag: odi #khdr spoilers #long post

[inaredflush]

@alldaddy sent "you're so tense."

The spring goddess looked back at the man, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Persephone hadn't even realized it, but he was right. Her shoulders rolled back and she tried to moved her tense neck muscles. "Zeus makes me tense." She grumbled. It probably wasn't the wisest to complain about the powerful god in front of his counterpart, but most people who had to deal with Zeus understood. "I'm sorry. Umm, you wanted to see the harebells, right?"

#alldaddy #alldaddy: odin + persephone #ch: persephone #nothing was gonna stop me | queue

[talesofesther]

tangle me in all your broken pieces (and watch me stay) | ch 3

Loki x Reader

Series Summary: An Asgardian god has just threatened your planet and you were called in to provide a little help. What you didn't expect was to develop a strange soft spot for said god, who hid more pain behind his cold facade than you thought possible.

A/N: This story is already occupying a very special place in my heart.

Word count: 4,2k

Masterlist | Read ch 2 here

You arrived at Stark Tower a little before noon. The quinjet landed on top of the building and you were once again relieved to be stepping out of it. The ride back had somehow been even worse than the one before, as there was a heavy shadow looming in the air.

Loki had been quiet since he'd stepped back in the jet after the meeting with Odin, his eyes always downcast, fixed on his cuffed hands. You couldn't blame him—even though it felt foreign to see him so… broken, compared to the confident god you first saw being escorted to his cage a couple of days ago—you could only imagine how bare he must be feeling without his powers.

You walked out of the jet and followed Tony inside the top floor of his tower, trying to ignore the weight of a certain stare on your back. Sometimes you forgot just how much money Tony had, being here was a good reminder. Floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked all of New York allowed the sunlight to shine on the plush, velvety burgundy couches, the marble walls, the exaggerated chandelier, and the fancy built-in bar. You certainly won't mind living here, it was quite a step up from your humble apartment.

"I'll arrange for someone to go pick up your stuff from your apartment," Tony spoke, glancing at you over his shoulder, "do you want to go with or wait here?"

"I can wait here," you shrugged, "As long as they bring all my clothes, my laptop, and my cat."

Tony stopped in his tracks and waited for you to reach his side. He narrowed his eyes, "So we're having an actual cat too?"

You opened and closed your mouth, "Uh- I can't leave her alone in my apartment for so long, Tony."

The billionaire hummed halfheartedly, resuming his path toward the elevator at the far end of the room. "No scratch marks on my furniture, please."

"Me and Thor will have to hang back for now," Fury called, walking up to the built-in bar and pouring himself a drink, "I assume you have it handled from here?" He raised an eyebrow at both you and Tony.

"Yes, darling," Tony answered with a smile and pressed the button for the elevator. He whistled and gestured with a hand for Loki, "Come on, reindeer games, you're with us."

Thor let go of where he had been holding Loki by the arm, "I'll see you later, brother." Not waiting for an answer, he threw a smile your way and joined Fury, already asking about the drink in the director's hand.

Loki approached you with staggered steps, huffing out a sigh when he stopped beside you. He still had those same traces of anger lingering on his features; lips drawn into a line, eyes just a tad narrowed, shoulders tense.

The elevator arrived with a ding and you, Tony, and Loki stepped in; with Loki in the middle.

Your hands were clammy, you brushed them on your black jeans to try and chase the feeling away. You didn't know why you were so nervous, this had been your idea, after all. Maybe it was because you could feel all that tension flowing off of Loki—with him standing so close to you, his shoulder mere inches away from touching yours.

The ride down a few floors was agonizingly slow, with only the low humming of the elevator as it moved.

You cleared your throat and broke the uncomfortable silence. "Tony," you called, leaning just a tad forward so you could see him past Loki. You showed him your wrist and wiggled it, raising your eyebrows pointedly.

A deep frown etched itself into Tony's features until his eyes lit up when he understood what you meant. "Oh, right." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a thin, black bracelet with an even thinner strip of soft green light around it. "Because we are civilized," he began, turning to Loki. "I took the liberty of making you this." He raised the bracelet in front of the god, who looked wholly unimpressed.

Unceremoniously, Tony reached for one of Loki's wrists and clasped the bracelet on him. It closed comfortably yet forcefully, it wasn't coming off anytime soon. Once it was secured, he finally removed the uncomfortable handcuffs Loki was still wearing.

A grimace appeared on Loki's face, he rubbed his wrists as soon as they were free. You winced as you caught sight of the reddish skin from where the cuffs had been pressuring. He then turned the single wrist that now styled the new device, observing it closely with a small frown.

Loki chuckled; "You can't expect this little thing to keep me here."

"I can, actually," Tony explained, gesturing to Loki's bracelet, "This little thing has a tracker and if you try to leave this tower when you're not supposed to, or try to take it off, we will know pretty much immediately." His smile was proud and just a tad mocking.

A scoff went past Loki's lips. "Lovely," he mumbled.

"I would really like it if you did try to escape, by the way," Tony suggested, rather animatedly, "Gives me an excuse to test my new security system." There was a sly smirk on his lips, he shrugged, "You'd probably survive."

"Tony! Come on," you groaned, shooting him a glare.

The billionaire rolled his eyes; "I'm kidding, relax."

The elevator finally arrived at what would be your new home. A whole floor exclusively for you and Loki—it had been your request, you figured it would be more peaceful this way and you knew Tony had the means and space to make it happen. As the doors slid open the first thing you noticed was the living room, it was big, spacious, and had a massive burgundy couch with a huge TV in front of it; on one side of the living room was your own set of floor-to-ceiling windows along with the double doors that led to the balcony, on the other side was the kitchen, an open concept adjacent to the living room; further into the room were two doors, one beside the other, which you assumed were the bedrooms. Everything had a beautiful modern look and exuded luxury, the least you'd expect from something Tony built.

"Right, I'm dropping you two off here and heading down to the lab," Tony clasped his hands together, then turned to you; "Your room is the one on the right, I'll ask them to drop your things there."

You opened your mouth to speak, but Tony beat you to it; "And the cat, yes."

You stepped out of the elevator and a moment later Loki begrudgingly followed. The god didn't wait for you or spared Tony another glance before walking into the living room, taking in the place, his fingers tracing the velvet of the couch as he looked around.

"Thank you, Tony." You watched Loki for a beat longer before turning back to your friend. "Truly." You smiled softly.

A sigh escaped Tony's lips, his eyes darting to Loki, "Hope he's worth all this drama." Settling his attention back on you, he raised a finger, taking on a serious tone, "If you need anything, if he does anything, you call me, understand?"

"Yes," you reassured him, burying your hands in the pockets of your cardigan. "I will, don't worry."

With that, Tony bid you goodbye for now, and you were left alone with Loki. A soft breeze came in through the open windows, sending a shiver down your spine. Everything had happened so fast, one moment Fury was dragging you out of your apartment to help stop a god who wanted to rule over your planet, and now here you were, being roommates with said god. A quiet chuckle fell past your lips. What are the odds?

"You have a strange kind of courage."

Loki's voice rang through the quiet room, capturing your attention and urging you to turn around and face him. Once you locked eyes, you raised an eyebrow at him, silently asking that he elaborate.

"Or should I say… stupidity," A devilish smirk came to Loki's features, and he took slow and calculated steps toward you. "Locking yourself here, alone, with me." His voice grew huskier, lower. His bright eyes roamed up and down your body, until he was close enough that you could nearly feel his breath on your lips. "Oh, the things I could do to you," he whispered, the daunting tilt of his lips ever-present.

You held the silence for a moment longer, doing your best not to avoid his gaze. You knew what he was trying to do; he wanted to intimidate you, make you feel vulnerable and small. Just as he was feeling right now.

"Aren't we past the bluffing already?" You mimicked his smirk. You could tell he was caught by surprise when his eyebrows knitted together in a confused frown. A quiet laugh escaped you and you rolled your eyes. "Come on, let's go see your room." You didn't wait for an answer before walking around him and towards the two doors at the back.

You turned the door handle that led to what would be Loki's bedroom. It was pretty simple and bare, still. There was a double bed against the wall, a dresser, a desk in front of huge double windows, two bedside tables on each side of the bed with a lamp on one of them, a bookcase without any books, and another door that you assumed led to a bathroom.

"It's cozy," you mused, "Give it a little personal touch it'll soon feel like home, right?" You turned to look at Loki, who had made his way to you and was analyzing the room with narrowed eyes.

Instead of entertaining your attempt at banter, he said instead; "you don't want to challenge me, mortal."

You threw your hands in the air, "Oh my god, when did I ever challenge you?" You asked exasperatedly, losing the remains of patience you had. "Is this all you know how to do? Threaten the people who want to help you?"

"Help me?" Loki all but growled, "Because of you I'm stranded on this pathetic planet, and my magic has been taken from me." He spat the words with clenched fists, towering over you, "Don't think for one minute that I've forgotten how you've messed with my mind, just wait until I've-"

"Because of me you are not rotting in a dungeon forever," you raised your voice to match his tone, shoving a finger at his chest, "Because of me you're free from the people who fucking tortured you."

Loki blinked multiple times as soon as the words left your mouth, almost as if you'd slapped him. His lips hovered open yet he didn't speak.

You softened when you caught the flash of hurt in his eyes as the memories undoubtedly came back to the surface. You closed your eyes, breathed in, and opened them again. "Believe it or not, I actually meant it when I said I only wanted to help you."

A half-hearted scoff went past his lips and he shook his head. "And why would you ever do that? Surely not from the goodness of your heart." For the first time, his voice held something other than anger, you just couldn't pinpoint what it was. "What is it that you're after?"

You shrugged as a melancholic smile graced your lips. It was rather sad that Loki couldn't fathom the thought of help coming without a price. "I don't know, maybe I'm just that stupid, right?" You stepped out of his bedroom, holding the door handle, "I'll be outside if you need me." With that you closed the door, leaving Loki alone in his room.

For several moments he simply stood there, eyes fixed on the plain wood of the door. Then a shaky breath went past his lips, and his shoulders sagged; all anger washed away, leaving room only for sorrow. Slowly, reality finally started to down on him. Loki turned around in the spot, gaze roaming over his new chambers. From out the window, he could see the never-sleeping city of New York, the world he once wished to take over; it felt like so long ago already, a far-fetched attempt at filling the gaping hole left in his chest from empty promises.

A sharp sting of pain suddenly pierced his back, going down his spine as he stretched. He winced, rubbing the sore spot. Telltales of his captor, the one you'd freed his mind from.

You. Why would you do what you did? What could you possibly gain by trying to help him?

You confused him, a mystery ever since Loki first laid eyes on you, one he was yet to uncover. The fact that you had been able to pry into his mind so easily, see glimpses of his misfortunes, made him feel uneasy. And from all the things he assumes you could've done, you chose to cut The Other's hold of him, and nothing more.

Loki would never admit to the relief it had been, almost as if plucking out an arrow that had been piercing his skin and making him bleed. He refrained from dwelling on the matter for now, especially if you'd insist that you wanted nothing from him—unlikely.

He took one step forward, and then another, and one more. And his vision grew blurry. He opened his mouth only for a choked sob to stumble out. He'd never felt this bare, this defenseless, this vulnerable.

Loki raised his hands, fingers trembling. He tried to bring all his energy to his fingertips, gritting his teeth as his tears fell past the bottom lid of his eyes and dropped to the floor beneath his feet. Nothing. Not even a single spark of green.

Loki's knees hit the floor. He brought his arms around himself. His whole life, living amongst kings and warriors, his seiðr was all he had. And now, he doesn't know who he is without it.

He wanted to blame you. He so desperately wanted to lay the blame on you for losing his powers, for his exile on earth. Alas, it was a weak attempt. A lie that would do him no good in the end.

Several minutes went by with Loki kneeling on the floor of his bedroom, fading into the background like many times before. And like many times before, he eventually picked himself back up, drying his own tears with the back of his sleeve, and taking deep breaths to calm his bruised heart.

Loki made a beeline for the bathroom, maybe a warm shower would do him some good.

─── ·❆· ───

You were sitting on the kitchen counter when Loki finally left his bedroom again. Tony had already gotten Happy to bring most of your things from your apartment, your cat included. The fluffy ball of grey fur lay beside you as your fingers mindlessly scratched behind her ears, making her purr contently.

The sound of a door closing made you look up from your cell phone. Loki approached you as if he were a stray cat seeing a human for the first time—you briefly wondered just how long it would take him to feel comfortable here. His hair was damp, falling just a little past his shoulders in shiny raven curls; he still wore the same clothes from before and you made a mental note to ask that Tony arrange more clothes for him.

"Hey," you greeted gently with a small smile, "Did you calm down?"

Loki gave you an unamused glare before averting his gaze to the windows on the other side. "No," he mumbled just for the sake of it.

"I'm ordering a bit of a late lunch," you wiggled your phone even though he wasn't looking at you, "Would you like something?"

Slowly, Loki's eyes trailed back to you. He said nothing as he momentarily held your gaze, before focusing on the cat laying beside you. A rather adorable frown came to his features then.

You noticed. "Loki, this is Rain," you introduced, gesturing to the cat. "Rain, that's Loki," then gestured to the god, "He's gonna be our new roomie."

"That's a strange name for a cat," Loki commented, taking half a step closer to you.

You simply shrugged, "It was raining pretty hard the day I found her on the street, it seemed fitting." A beat of silence passed. "You… can pet her if you want, she's friendly," you suggested timidly, pursing your lips as you looked at him.

Loki's eyes shot back to your face, his stern gaze returning. "No."

You sighed and pushed yourself off the counter, much to Rain's dismay, "Okay, listen, whether you like it or not, this is gonna be your life for the foreseeable future, yeah?" You kept your voice as gentle as you could, "So can we try not to make each day feel more miserable than the last? I mean, you have to admit that this is better than whatever dungeon they were going to throw you in." With a tentative smile, you gestured widely to the whole floor that now belonged to both of you.

Loki kept silent, his jaw set tightly in place.

At last, you admitted defeat and accepted the fact that chit-chat would not be a thing. You groaned; "Just- do you want lunch or not?"

"Of course I want lunch," Loki snapped, "I haven't eaten in nearly two days."

Immediately, your eyes went wide with shock, "You haven't-" You hesitated, "What do you mean you haven't eaten in two days? Didn't they feed you back at the Helicarrier?"

It was a fraction of a second, but you thought you saw Loki's gaze softening at your concern. "Why would they bother?" He simply asked.

You gulped, trying to conceal how this made you feel. "No wonder you're so grumpy," you mumbled in an attempt to lighten the mood. "What would you like, then?"

You quickly discovered that Loki was worse at deciding what to eat than you were. For today you settled for pizza, not exactly healthy, but simple and tasty enough. When it arrived, Loki took his slices and promptly locked himself back in his room. Living with him certainly would be an experience; taking him out to connect with your world, that would be a challenge.

─── ·❆· ───

It almost felt like floating. For a moment, he was almost at peace as he fell, and fell, and fell. And then he was alone, wandering through uncharted, hostile lands. Each day was a battle just to keep breathing, to keep walking. His body was weak and giving up on him when he was found, and then, his voice started fading with each of the screams that no one cared to listen to. His skin burned, ripped open, and healed. Only to go through it again, and again. Until all fight was snuffed out of him.

"You will long for something as sweet as pain."

Loki woke up with a start, sitting up on his bed so quickly that a thousand stars danced in his vision. His breathing came out in desperate huffs of air, making his lungs sting and not nearly enough to calm his thundering heart.

He looked around frantically, feeling his lower lip wobble and his cheeks dampening when he didn't recognize his surroundings immediately. Clutching the sheets to ground himself, Loki closed his eyes and did the breathing exercise he taught himself. Slowly, the fog cleared, yet only a little. And when he opened his eyes again, he remembered why he was in this bedroom.

With a long sigh going past his lips, Loki buried his head in his hands, nails clawing at the root of his hair. He could feel his clothes clinging to his body because of the cold sweat.

He couldn't stay here. He needed to get out.

The floor felt cold against his bare feet, it grounded him to reality. Gulping down a lump in his throat, Loki took staggered steps to his door, reaching the handle with an unsteady hand.

They couldn't keep him here forever, they couldn't expect a damn fancy bracelet to keep him from leaving. He'd break it, cut it off if he had to.

The walls around him were suffocating, closing in on him as he stumbled into the living room. It was so dark, nothing but a void of pitch black with even darker shadows shaping the outlines of the furniture around him. Who was to say no harm would reach him here?

A pathetic whimper fell past his lips, tears clouded his vision. He had to get out. He had to escape. He had to-

"Are you okay?"

Loki halted in his steps. His hand gripping tightly onto the back of the couch.

Quiet. The night suddenly became so quiet. The walls were far away now, he realized. There was a cold breeze coming in through the open doors of the balcony, and a single dim orange light coming from the kitchen beside him, chasing away the darkness. Loki could breathe again.

He took several deep breaths and felt the relief in his lungs. Slowly, he turned his gaze to the right, to where the soft light and the sweet voice came from.

You were standing in the middle of the kitchen, holding a steamy mug between both your hands and looking at him with eyes just a tad too wide. You were dressed in a purple hoodie with black sweatpants. This was the first time Loki had seen you wearing anything that wasn't black, he noted.

A small frown came to your features and you took a single step closer, "Is everything okay?" You repeated when he didn't answer you.

"Yes," Loki mumbled, pointedly avoiding your eyes. "Just needed a bit of air."

You nodded in understanding, taking a small sip of your tea. If you felt the troubles inside his mind, you didn't show it.

It was… strange, how your voice was able to pull him from the depths of his own mind. Loki forced himself not to dwell too much on it. You had successfully distracted him, that's all.

He straightened his posture, feeling a little self-conscious for being witnessed in such a state. "Don't you sleep?" He raised a brow at you, praying you wouldn't notice the rawness of his voice.

You tapped your mug. Your gaze on him was unwavering, almost as if you could see into his very soul. Loki shifted his stance; not for the first time, he felt way too bare before you.

"I could ask the same of you." You walked closer, and then past him, heading towards the balcony.

Loki followed. Thoughts of escaping long forgotten. You intrigued him.

The air outside was colder than the floor beneath his feet. From this high up in the tower, the wind was almost howling. New York looked like nothing but a sea of blinking lights.

You leaned on the railing, mug in hand as you looked down at the city. Loki approached slowly, warily, until he stood beside you.

"Sometimes, even if I don't want to, I can feel… whispers of people's feelings," you continued, voice quiet amidst the wind. "The nights are calmer," You closed your eyes, breathing in deeply, "Quieter. Sometimes I like to enjoy the silence."

For a long moment, Loki said nothing. He blinked lazily as he mulled over your words. He'd be lying if he said your abilities didn't fascinate him. And then, he remembered, and his breathing stumbled again.

He had to know.

"How-" Loki hesitated. He focused down on his hand, on the faint scars on the back of it. "How did you know?" It was nothing but a breath, as if he didn't have the guts to speak louder tonight.

You turned to him, cocking your head to the side.

Loki pursed his lips. "How did you know… My mind was…" He cursed under his breath when the words got stuck and tangled in his tongue.

"I felt it." You told him simply, your voice as soft as satin. "When they first brought you in, I- I felt this… heaviness, like something wasn't quite right…"

Loki chanced a single glance towards you, only to find your eyes already focused on him. They were shining under the moonlight, "Like it was hurting you."

You spoke as if it was a secret, one you weren't sure was yours to keep.

Loki sneered. He avoided your gaze promptly, knuckles turning white with the force he gripped onto the railings.

"You're ridiculous," the words fell past Loki's lips before he could stop them. They were all he had to protect himself. "Why would you ever go against your peers to help someone like me? When I've threatened your life and killed your kind?" Yet now, he didn't know if he was saying them to mock you, or to punish himself.

"I don't believe you're truly bad," You confessed without an ounce of doubt or anger, voice steady and gentle as the cold wind.

Loki's gaze found yours again, and he couldn't recall if anyone had ever looked at him the way that you do.

Your smile didn't hold happiness; "You have sad eyes."

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Ch 4 coming soon.

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[visionsofmagic]

could you write heimdall falling for a midgard human reader and him being really protective over them 🥰

heimdall x midgard&human!reader

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tags: fluff, injury, wound, healing, protective!heimdall, kissing, touching. enjoy!

wc: dunno, but not so long.

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heimdall never mind your presence in the asgard even though you were a mortal; a midgard human who was in all-Father's service thanks to high-quality medical treatment you give to aesir gods and goddess by using a high level magic. being a mortal didn't make you weak, it made you powerful. you were indeed a mortal who would die in some day, one of the things that make heimdall so protective of you, but it didn't mean you were invisible to eyes. no, everyone in asgard knew you, they knew how you treated wounds and pain with your delicate hands.

in the first years that felt like ages were normal. he was joking with you wherever he saw you, you were teasing to him whenever he came to your treatment place, asking if he needed a medic like anyone could hit him.

that was making him angry in that days but slowly, he understood how he enjoyed your presence, hearing your teasing since there wasn't so many individuals who could tease him without thinking its consequences, seeing how your delicate and beautiful hands working fastly and strongly.

you were a strong woman indeed but because of being in love with you, his protective side increased from day to day, 'till it made both of you realize it like the sunlight.

you remembered how you asked him about this after a certain day. in that day, you were trying to heal an outsider god, probably from vanaheim, who had a bad chest injury. vanaheim and asgard were enemies but sometimes they came to here to find health. odin was giving them home in their own realms since he was trying to show his peace supporter side.

why you were in the asgard was complex. you didn't like odin that much, no, but indeed you loved heimdall who became your beloved with time.

as this stranger entered to your working room, you were talking with heimdall who came to you intentionally but acting like he didn't realize how he ended there.

one valkyrie helped man to reach the room and the moment he entered with a bloddy shirt on, you gently cut the conversation with heimdall and rushed towards the man.

whenever you saw someone in pain, your heart was shaking because of feeling so bad. no matter who they were, you felt the same.

so, when you saw the man in pain, moaning lowly, hardly finding his place on the bed you designed for patients. valkyrie left the room as she saw heimdall after giving the information about the man's wound, how he got that and where he got that. she even told where he was from.

after hearing vanaheim, heimdall suddenly came to your side as you kneeled down to bed's level in order to do a better treatment for the man's wound as you picked up his shirt's edges.

"sir," you said, trying to take man's attention, "you need to take this off I am afraid."

he nodded silently, getting a little up to remove his shirt, tossing it to floor, closing his eyes in pure pain.

the wound was occurred because of a magic - magic that had poison in it.

working on his wound, touching his build chest, you heard heimdall's voice behind you.

"do you need to touch that?" he was referring to your hands on the man's chest, traveling around it to break the magic firstly. he didn't like when you both interacted a dangerous magic with poison in it and touched another man even if it meant for medical care.

"don't. he needs a treatment now. we can speak later."

giving him an angry look, you turned to the man again as his eyes began to open slowly, feeling better after you broke the spell.

taking a deep breath, you began to heal the open wound that created by a sharp sword as valkyrie said before. your hands were traveling on man's chest when his hands suddenly held your wrists roughly, making you cry in sudden pain you felt.

before you or the man say something, heimdall's sword found its way on the man's neck, speaking with a deep and dangerous voice, he said, "leave her or I will cut your head."

the man who looked so confused and afraid left your wrists slowly, breathing deeply.

as your hands found their freedom, you gently touched heimdall's shoulder. "it's okay. he is in shock. it's understandable. so, take back the sword."

heimdall's angry purple eyes looked at him for a few times before putting his sword back in his place, taking a step back to give you a space to finish your treatment.

you told the man how he ended in here while giving him last treatments he needed.

he nodded, looking at your hands shyly, "I am sorry."

giving a little smile, you said, "It's okay. now rest in here for some time. when this blue marks on your chest dissappear, you can leave." getting up, you gave him a bottle that had some herbs in it to boost his health. "take this and drink it before getting up. the wound will heal with time."

he nodded, taking the bottle. "I am glad for your help. thank you -"

"y/n." you said.

"thank you y/n."

then he closed his eyes to rest without sleeping.

you turned to heimdall who was watching you in pure annoyance. he never liked how you treated outsider. he didn't trust them. whenever there was an outsider you had to heal, he was being so protective over you. but, this had to be talked between you two. so, you held his hand, knowing very well he would let you - maybe letting you only even to touch him openly, then, you walked 'till you reached your personal room that was close to the your working room but had two corridors between.

closing the door behind, you turned to heimdall who began to play with your medical supplies one by one like he didn't know why you came to here, like he didn't read your mind at all.

"heimdall." you said, standing right behind his back, leaving just an inch to touch him. he turned his head a little, making you see his side profile which was looking so attractive and good. his purple eyes traveled on your face as you touched his shoulder with your chin, making your faces standing so close to each other.

it was so good to be able to looking at his eyes this close.

"why are you doing this? I am not all-father, you know it. you need your protection, not me."

you left his shoulder, going to your bed that had a high level, reaching till your knees. sitting on it, you heard heimdall's low voice.

"no." he said, approaching you. "no." he said again, more sure this time.

"what?" you asked the moment he reached your bed, standing right in front of you. when his stomach were on your eye level, his hand touched your cheek, lifting your head higher to make you make a contact with his eyes that made your heart warming and beating faster.

"I need to protect you too." he said, slowly caressing your lips with his thumb, making you close your eyes. "not only all-father has a space in my heart."

a question hit your mind, creating a huge blow that was full of hope and happiness; was he confessing his love?

"I couldn't imagine how much you would meant for me, but, here we are sweetheart; you are being in my heart with a huge space."

yes, he definitely was!

you opened your eyes to see his smiling one. heimdall who was cocky, the only one you had in asgard, in your life, confessed his love - he had a love for you.

not believing this, you tried to say," heimdall - "

then, he kneeled down, connecting your lips together with a joy that he brought with it, transferring it from his lips to your heart.

moaning shyly, your hands placed on his shoulders, pulling him closer. you realized how you waited for this moment - for so long. you really love him before he even realized your presence. you loved every detail he had. you loved how you waited for him to visit you in your room, every one of them, and you loved how he treated you differently than others, closer and further.

so, when you finally had him, it took a great time to leave him.

when you broke the kiss finally, he smirked, not leaving your side, being close still.

"I love you." you said, feeling a huge joy. "I love you entirely heimdall."

"I know sweetie, I know."

taking deep breaths, you asked, "so that's why you were so protective, huh?"

"about time your brain works cutie."

slapping his shoulder, you rolled your eyes, "how you can expect me to understand your, well, complex behavior."

"I can end every man's, woman's, creature's life that has a threat to your being. I kill thousands just for you - just for knowing you are safe and well. is it the complex behavior, huh, dummy?"

smiling to him, you held his golden hair, caressing it gently," now you talk, huh, cocky?"

he left a smirk lastly before kissing you again, "and now, I will act."

this was the last thing you remembered from that day, following with lots of unholy things with it.

since that day, heimdall always found his way to sneak into your rooms to well, doing lovely and nasty things while protecting you from everyone, having a protective behavior with the love he felt for you in his heart.

the end.

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THE OWL HOUSE...THEORY...?

Ok! Wanna dump something here real fast before it leaves my mind forever.

-Piece by the amazing @moringmark . A faithful representation of Phillip Wittebane's afterlife. Rest in Pain, b**ch!-

Something that actually bugged me about The Owl House was Phillip's name change to Belos.

Given he was a human and had enough knowledge to warp around as the Emperor of the Boiling Isles, his name had to mean something like Hunter's.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T CLAIM TO HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS, THIS IS JUST WHAT SOME RESEARCH LED ME TO. IT MAY BE WRONG OR STANDING ON FALSE INFORMATION. IF YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS SUBJECT FIRST HAND, FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME AND GET ME OUT OF MY IGNORANCE.

Doing some research for a project I'm making. I stumbled upon the main deities of slavic folklore.

Perun, whose equivalents would be Zeus, Odin and/or Thor.

And his chaotic sibling: Veles, whose equivalent is Loki and Pan.

Even though I say "equivalents" is just so you get an idea of their abilities and roles. Perun was the main god of the pantheon with power over lightning, symbol of order.

Where I wanna go with this is what Veles was.

Veles was also known as Welos, he was not just the god of nature and shepherds, but also god of the barrier between this world and the underworld, guide of souls through the threshold and, get this, GOD OF MAGIC, ALCHEMY AND WITCHCRAFT!

Philip not only turned himself into a "Prophet" and Emperor, but, to his own DAMN SATISFACTION, HE BECAME A GOD FOR THE WITCHES. Everytime a Witch called his name, they were calling him their God.

After The Collector gave him the weapons to rule over the Isles, he felt himself as superior to them, even more so than he already did. So much so he gave himself the name of one of the few MALE GODS OF WITCHCRAFT to prove his point across. THAT'S THE EXTEND OF THIS GUY'S NARCISSISM!

Still don't believe me?!

Veles or Welos was often portrayed in two forms:

A horned inverted triangle and a Horned Man (thus, the horned mask)

Some of the animals that represented this deity were the snake, the dragon and the owl. Belos had a very slithery personality and a slow way of dealing with those who opposed him (like a snake killing it's prey) eventually became a Dragon (when he took the Titan's heart hostage) and the Golden Guard's mask looks like an Owl.

Also, remember that guardian of the threshold thing I said previously, it fits with his whole "protect the world from evil" BS he believed.

Given he couldn't do magic, he did alchemy. If you're familiar with the work of an artificer or FMA, you should get the idea. Alchemy was a pseudo science, antecesor of modern chemistry, that studied the world, it's elements and magic to harness it to make things as the famous Philosopher's Stone and Lead's transformation into Gold. One of the matters of study of alchemy was resurrection. Thus, the Grimmwalkers.

Following the previous point, Red was often asociated with the Stone and it's abilities, it also meant "the end of a great work". What leads me to believe his and Hunter's "Magic" were product of alchemy and, maybe, the creation of a Philosopher's stone.

Given the hints and little winks TOH makes to FMA, I believe I ain't jumping any sharks.

Though his Puritanism also influenced how things would run with the Isles under his control. He wanted to feel like a God, but without the Witches knowing it (because it will blow his cover in a sec) so, he gave himself a name connected to everything he hated, but that could elevate him without suspition: Belos, The God of Magic, Alchemy and Witchcraft.

So yeah...what Elijah from Not so average Fangirl said in "Hollow Mind" wasn't that far off.

Belos, for Witch and Hunter = Witch Hunter.

@danaterrace You have my love and respect.

Thanks for everything! Can't wait to see what you make next.

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Unexpected pt. 5

Summary: He returns to Kattegat, somehow alive. Too many things have changed while he was away.

Notes: I’d estimate that Ragnar + Ivar went to England for maybe a little over a month to two months. Also rewrote his arrival to be a bit more realistic than in the show (Why tf would the Saxons wait for a bunch of Northmen to see them come and go??)

Also, only a few people gave me their opinion on the whole pregnancy thing. If u wanted this to be without a pregnancy trope, feel free to comment!! I might write an alternative version in that case.

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Masterlist | part 4 | requests are OPEN! | hmu to be added to a taglist!!

Ivar didn’t know how he had survived England or King Ecbert. He’d expected to die at the hands of an English soldier. Yet, these Saxon men had sailed him back all the way to Kattegat, pushed him off the boat and left as quickly as they could.

He sat himself up, having lost his braces in England. He needed time to think about how he’d tell mother that Ragnar was dead.

The people of Kattegat saw the Saxon boat before they noticed their prince, but in the matter of a few minutes, Ivar spotted Ubbe and Y/N running towards the docks. Immediately, he saw that they both looked incredibly tired.

Ubbe reached him first, hugging Ivar tightly. It was something he hadn’t done upon Ivar’s request for years, since Ivar hadn’t wanted him to embarrass him further. But now, he was glad for the embrace, even if he would never admit it.

Before either of them could say anything, she was next to him.

“You’re alive, thank the Gods.” She whispered, her hands shaking. Ubbe moved back, leaving them to their moment.

“You look…” Ivar began, before he trailed off. She looked tired, exhausted even, but he noticed the clothes she was wearing immediately. They were fit for a merchant’s daughter, and while they suited her, Ivar also saw her discomfort with wearing them.

He connected the dots quickly.

“Who freed you?” he demanded. For a moment, he suspected that Sigurd had done it, to take her away from Ivar, but that notion made no sense. It wouldn’t work, his mother wouldn’t have allowed it.

She sighed. “There’s a lot you missed. We should talk… somewhere else.”

Ivar noticed the crowd that had gathered behind them, whispering. He could see Torvi’s intricate braids disappear between the people that had gathered too. Why was she already back from Hedeby? Had Bjorn and Hvitserk returned?

Ubbe hoisted him up, and the two of them transported Ivar away from the whispering masses, towards the forest.

He noticed their faces of pity. It wasn’t something he was used to from them. As soon as they set him down, it spilled out of Ivar.

“Ragnar is dead.” He said. To his surprise, they nodded.

“We know. Sigurd and I saw Odin.” Ubbe explained.

“Who freed you?” Ivar asked her.

“Lagertha.”

“Why would Lagertha have any choice in the matter?” he snapped.

She glanced over at Ubbe, who gave her a small nod.

“Aslaug is dead. Lagertha killed her.”

And with six words, Ivar’s world came crumbling down.

“No.” he said. “It can’t be true.”

“It is true.” Ubbe affirmed.

“Then where the fuck where you? Where were either of you?” he screamed. Roughly, he pushed her away from him. Ubbe caught her before she could fall, and Ivar felt a stab of guilt in his gut.

“Hedeby.” She answered quietly. Ivar let out another shout of frustration.

“Tell him the reason.” Ubbe mumbled to her, before he slipped away. Ivar wanted him to stay, so he would have someone to fight with. He didn’t understand why Ubbe was leaving.

“I’m sorry.” He said. “I shouldn’t have pushed you.”

“No.” she agreed. “But you did.”

Quietly, she sat down next to Ivar.

“What reason did Ubbe mean?” he asked after a while.

“Why Lagertha freed me.”

She took a deep breath, and subconsciously, Ivar grabbed her hand. He felt the quick pulse in her wrist, noticed her shallow breathing.

“Why are you afraid?” Ivar asked.

“I don’t know how you’ll take this.” She said.

“You cannot make me hate you, unless you sided with Lagertha.” He replied.

She shook her head quickly. “I tried to protect your mother. I really did. I know she meant a lot to you, and I’m sorry.”

“I don’t think I have to forgive you.” Ivar said softly. “What is it?”

“I’m with child.” She blurted out.

“I don’t- I can’t-“ Ivar began. “I don’t understand.”

“Just because your legs don’t work doesn’t mean you cannot have children.” She replied. “I didn’t think I’d get with child because I hadn’t had my moon’s blood in months before I came to you. I guess you fed me enough. She freed me because I’m carrying a prince.”

“Did you tell her?” Ivar demanded.

“She’s a mother. She was the first one to notice.” She admitted.

“And I’m the last one to find out.” He concluded.

“I would have told you, but there was the slight problem of an entire sea between us.” She joked. Then, her face grew more serious. “You’re not going to leave me, right? I know that Lagertha is using me as a bargaining chip, but I can’t raise a child alone. I’m barely above what I used to be.”

Softly, Ivar laid a hand on her belly. There was no way of noticing if she was pregnant yet just by looking, but he felt prouder than he ever had. He was normal, he could be just like any other man.

“How could I ever leave you?”

She let out a sound that was between a laugh and a sob. Ivar noticed the tears glittering in her eyes and reached up to cup her face. Softly, she grabbed his wrist, giving his palm a soft kiss.

“Who would’ve thought?” she said.

“Gods, I love you so much.” Ivar blurted out. “You’re all I have.”

She laughed again. “Sometimes I wonder how you can be so smart and yet so stupid. You have Ubbe and Hvitserk, and maybe even Sigurd. And if you put just a tiny bit of effort into it, the people of Kattegat will love you far more than Lagertha.”

“Don’t talk about her now.” Ivar hissed. She nodded, and hugged him tightly. Ivar sunk into her embrace. When he closed his eyes, he could pretend this forest was the whole world, and they were the only two people in it.

No Lagertha, no Ragnar, no Saxons. Only them.

***

The only reason why Ivar did not burst into the Great Hall with axe in hand to kill Lagertha was because she was carrying his child. He knew that this was already changing the stakes in Lagertha’s favor, but Ivar could not care less.

Instead, he grabbed her by the arm and went straight to his room. There, he sat down on his bed, trying to calm down and failing miserably. He noticed quickly that nothing had dusted over while he was gone, but was still in the same place. Well, except for the bedsheets.

“You slept in the bed.” He said.

“I hope it doesn’t bother you. You were gone and Queen Aslaug did not mind. Lagertha insisted.”

“She wants me out of the way.” Ivar realized. “If I marry you, my marriage cannot secure any alliances.”

She looked to the ground, the hurt in her face apparent.

“That’s not what I meant.” Ivar tried. “But it’s what Lagertha is trying to do. All she cares about is placing Bjorn on the throne.”

“You don’t necessarily need a political marriage to become King.” She replied.

“King?” Ivar asked. “I only meant that I was weakening Bjorn’s claim.”

“I know your ambitions reach higher than that, Ivar.”

Ivar looked over to her, and she was smiling to herself as she pulled the sheets tighter on the bed.

“Do you want to be queen?” he asked her.

“I want you to be happy. And you will be happy when you are great.”

“You’ve already made me happy.” Ivar insisted.

“Oh, but being King certainly wouldn’t hurt.” She replied cheekily.

Ivar grinned back, his mind going through the possibility. Of course he wanted to be a King, who was he kidding? To achieve that though, he would have to be greater than all his brothers combined. And he’d need an heir.

Luckily, one of those problems seemed to already be resolving itself.

He watched her walk around the bed, kneeling down in front of him. Quietly, she took his hands in hers.

“I will help you kill Lagertha.” She promised. “Your mother became quite dear to me before she died. But you lack patience. Let the people turn against her, as they will soon enough. Let time do the job for you, and they’ll see you as the hero that rid them from her.”

Ivar nodded, trying to ignore the itch for violence creeping up behind him. She was right. If he rushed into this, it would be like running into battle without a plan. Not that he’d been in one yet.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Ivar stayed on the bed, but she went and opened it. To his surprise, it wasn’t Ubbe who was standing in the doorway, but Hvitserk.

“Little brother! I heard you had returned.” Hvitserk announced happily, pushing past her.

“Like you didn’t just come back.” Ivar grumbled.

“Any news?” Hvitserk asked. “I know of mother.”

Ivar contemplated for a few seconds. Hvitserk was his favorite brother, and he wanted him to know directly, and not from one of Lagertha’s lackeys.

“Nothing much. Well, you’re going to be an uncle.” Ivar said smoothly. Hvitserk laughed, but when Ivar didn’t follow, he stared at him. Then at her.

She nodded slowly.

“I’m going to be an uncle!” Hvitserk almost shouted. In two steps, he had crossed the room, pulling her into a hug and twirling her around. She laughed as he finally set her down, stumbling a little. Ivar was glad when he did not feel jealous.

“I’m going to be an uncle.” Hvitserk repeated in a sing-song voice, skipping around the room like a child. “Ohohoh, Sigurd is going to be pissed.”

“That was not the main point, but I suppose it is a bonus.” Ivar agreed.

“So when are you two getting married?” Hvitserk asked.

She hadn’t drunk anything, but she still coughed as if she had swallowed a particularly large gulp of water the wrong way, and Ivar’s eyes widened.

“Mother said-“ Ivar began, doubt creeping up in him.

“Mother would gladly marry the two of you now. She respected Lagertha, liked her even, and the woman turned against her. Believe me, she would not mind.”

Ivar sat there in silence, thinking about his brother’s words.

“Please let me be there?” Hvitserk begged, as if the whole marriage had already been agreed on, and not just an idea he’d thrown into the room.

“You wouldn’t need an invitation.” She snorted.

“You would marry me?” Ivar asked, unbelieving.

“Have I given you any reason to believe the opposite?” she replied.

“I-“ Ivar stuttered. “No bridal race.” He coughed out finally.

Hvitserk’s grin widened even more as he made to leave the door.

“Where are you going?” Ivar demanded.

“To the market. I’ll find some fabric for the wedding dress. No offense little brother, but your taste in fashion is mostly… opulent or dark and brooding.”

“Ivar hasn’t agreed to marry me yet.” She said quietly. “Or even said that he wants to.”

“Oh, you two are getting married.” Hvitserk decided. Ubbe, who had walked up behind him froze.

“Are they getting married?” he asked. Before Ivar or her could say anything, Hvitserk nodded enthusiastically.

“Fucking finally.” Ubbe muttered under his breath. “Ivar, you’re not choosing the fabric for the dress.”

“Why does everyone think I’d do so terribly?” Ivar asked, starting to get offended. He looked to her for help, but she was obviously trying to suppress a laugh.

“Fine. I’ll marry you and not get to choose anything about the dress.” Ivar hmphed.

“That’s good.” Ubbe nodded. “Now you only have to promise me you’ll make it through the evening without exacting revenge on Lagertha yet. Both of you.”

Hvitserk hesitated for a moment, before he nodded. Ivar kept his arms crossed firmly. As if he was going to let Lagertha live any longer than necessary.

“Ivar.” Ubbe warned.

“Fine. No murdering for tonight.” He agreed. She’d promised him his time would come, and he trusted her. Lagertha would die, and Ivar would revel in her death.

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[starlitangels]

Good Boy Audios Incorrect Quotes (Part 1)

Faithful, to Albus: Are you done pretending I'm not the love of your life?

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Makkaro: I think the words you're looking for are "I surrender"

Guardian: The words I'm looking for I can't say because Zed is present

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Albus: Now, remember what I told you, Faithful. The quickest way to a man's heart is...?

Faithful: Through his third and fourth rib!

Albus: That's my girl!

(Devlin: You're horrible)

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Ulysses: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Pandora: I’ve been zoned out for the last two and a half hours

Fenrir: I got distracted about halfway through

Odin: Ignoring you was a conscious decision

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*Thud!*

Faithful: What was that?

Albus: My shirt fell!

Faithful: It sounded louder than that

Albus: I was still in it

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Pandora: Fight me!

Odin: What are you gonna do shortstop, kick me in the shin?

*one minute later*

Tyr, entering the room: Why is Odin on the ground holding his leg?

Ulysses, laughing: Pandora kicked him really hard in the shin

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Faithful "Resting B!+ch Face" Koria: Sometimes I wish I looked more fragile and feminine like a dainty flower but I do enjoy looking like I hate everyone

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Ulysses: *screaming* You IDIOT!

Odin: *also screaming* I'm sure you're right but why?!

(also Devlin and Albus in that order, or Paradise and Yargwynn)

•••

Devlin: Did you just refer to a knife as a people-opener?

Albus: Should I not have?

•••

Paradise: WHAT DID YOU DO!?

Yargwynn: Shockingly, none of this.

•••

Odin: Do you think I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Ulysses: You’re a hazard to society

Pandora: And a coward. Do 20

•••

Albus: I'm not lying on the floor physically, but I am lying on the floor spiritually

•••

Darling: Is there a word that's a mix between sad and angry?

Makkaro: Disgruntled, malcontented, miserable, desolated

Frank: Smad *insert Frank laugh here*

•••

Pandora: Why did the chicken cross the road?

Odin: IDK, why?

Pandora: To get to the idiot's house. Knock knock

Odin: Who's there?

Pandora: The chicken

Odin: ... I won't punch you on one condition

Pandora: Okay

Odin: Go tell that joke to Ulysses

•••

Faithful: Devlin, have you seen Albus?

Albus, lying facedown on the floor: Present

•••

Zed: Never break someone's heart. They only have one.

Makkaro: Yeah! Break their bones! They have 206!

•••

Okami: I've brought you here because I crave the deadliest game

Odin, nodding sagely: Knife Monopoly

Okami: ... Okay I was gonna hunt you for sport but now I really wanna know what Knife Monopoly is

•••

Paradise: Is anyone else scared?

Yargwynn: Not really. I've already lived longer than I expected

•••

Faithful: This can't get any worse

Albus: Sure it can. Just give me a minute

•••

Tyr: Odin, we tried things your way.

Odin: No we didn't?

Tyr: I did it in my head. It didn't work.

•••

Albus: *wears a dark grey shirt*

Devlin: Ah. Breaking out the spring colors I see

•••

Odin: I have an idea. But I'm going to need your permission

Fenrir: Why do you need my permission?

Odin: Because if I mess it up, I don't want it to be just my fault

•••

Paradise: Can I make a suggestion that doesn’t involve violence or is this the wrong crowd?

•••

Makkaro: You guys are idiots, did you know that?

Frank and the Boney Boys™: In our defense, we actually do know that.

•••

Albus, to Kravitas: I'd tell you to go to Hell, but I don't want to see you again

#Good Boy Audios #GoodBoyAudios #GBA Faithful #GBA Albus #GBA Devlin #GBA Bastard Warrior #GBA Fourseen #GBA Tyr #GBA Odin #GBA Pandora #GBA Ulysses #GBA Yargwynn #Space Pirate Saga #GBA Paradise #GBA MotH #GBA Zed #GBA Guardian #GBA Makkaro

[heimdallsbraids]

Blood of Mine | Ch. 1 (Heimdall x fem!reader)

Summary: Life is pretty simple. Survive the harsh conditions of Fimbulwinter in Midgard, trade with your dwarven friends in Svartalfheim and – avoid the shit out of Odin’s most loyal lapdog? If word reaches the All-Father about your blood-bending origins, you’re doomed… (Hints of Avatar: TLA, but not a crossover)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Profanity

Note: Hey all, heimdallsbraids here to present you with my first-ever attempt at a GOW fic! Heimdall, the little shit, successfully managed to drag me away from my Detroit: Become Human fic, and so here we are... I'm not all too well-versed in Norse mythology, so please forgive me if there are any mistakes. Without further ado, please enjoy!

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Chapter One: Unexpected Visitor

“Is this all you’ve got?”

You side-eyed the dwarf beside you like he’d spoken gibberish.

“What do you expect, Durl? Fimbulwinter’s rough out there.” You gestured to your snow-covered garments for good measure.

Durlin’s lips formed a thin line as he watched you drop unceremoniously onto his office chair, your legs folded up underneath you in a completely unladylike fashion. It was an odd quirk, but he’s since gotten used to it over the many years he’s known you.

“I know, I know. All I’m saying is that your loyal customers are going to be disappointed...”

“Well, sorry, but I only have one pair of arms to work with!”

He sighed at that, opting to ditch the rucksack of food you’d brought and join you on a chair of his own.

“Something on your mind, kid?” You drawled, taking the words right out of his mouth.

He gave you a look, “Well?”

“Ugh, you know how it goes.” You ran a hand down your face, expression tired. “It’s just – Dad’s gone on a bit of a bender again, and I don’t know if I can deal with it this time. It’s getting harder to manage the trade on my own, you know.”

That and it’s not what I want to do anymore, you carried on in your thoughts. You couldn’t leave him to fend for himself, however, despite the growing resentment you held towards him.

“You want me to send Lúnda over there? Straighten him out?”

You managed a half-smile at the thought of the heady female dwarf handing your father’s drunken ass to him. “Nah, I’m sure she’s got better stuff to do…”

He shrugged, lifting a tankard of mead you don’t remember him having to his lips. “Don’t say I didn’t ask.”

“Where the Hel did that come from?”

“What?”

“The drink? When...” You rolled your eyes after a small pause. “Dwarves.”

“Hey, none of that.”

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”

He chuckled as you proceeded to pet Dìnner, enjoying the amicable silence until the sun reached its peak outside. Though ridiculously muggy, it was a welcome change from the freezing cold weather of Midgard. Finally warm enough, you shrugged off your outer layers, leaving you in a plain white long-sleeved tunic, dark brown pants and your favourite pair of knee-high winter boots.

The front door creaking open behind you snapped out of your reverie. You went to turn, but Durlin practically leapt from his seat and grasped you by the shoulders with shaky hands, eyes wide with what seemed like apprehension.

This can’t be good…

“Hey, tell you what,” he laughed nervously. “Why don’t you go see your father, and I’ll send Lúnda over as soon as she returns.”

“I literally just got done telling you that I can’t deal with him.”

He wasn’t having it, however, and began dragging you from your seat to begin pushing you through the back door. The one that you hardly ever used.

“I’ll. Send. Lúnda.” He urged.

By now, you were more than confused and fumbling to gather your things. You weren’t ready to go home just yet. The previous hunting session was a long one, and it didn’t help that you nearly got jumped by a bunch of raiders parading the realm under the guise of 'protecting their kind'.

Right. Because attempting to mug your own kind is ‘protecting’ them so damn well.

An exaggerated cough reverberated throughout the room, stopping the two of you in your tracks. With your back still to the stranger, Durlin finally resorted to shooting you a pleading look.

“Tsk, tsk. Have you really become so uncultured that even a simple introduction is beneath you, dwarf?”

The rude comment had you turning on your heels instantly, brows furrowed in astonishment. It was safe to say the smooth voice certainly matched his appearance; tall, fair-skinned with braided dirty blond hair and an arrogant smirk adorning his begrudgingly handsome features. It was the glowing bifröst eyes that really stood out, though, and you immediately understood why your friend was so unsettled.

This was that asshole he’d told you about – the one that burned him as punishment for trying to rebel against the Aesir all those years ago. It was a sore subject for him and quite often the topic he revisited most when in a drunken stupor.

“Of course,” Durlin resigned, slowly making his way back to the centre of the room. He mumbled your name so quietly you almost didn’t hear him, but the asshole certainly did.

“Heimdall,” he offered, a little too proudly for your liking.

The God of Foresight and Surveillance, Herald of Ragnarök, and one of Odin’s many sons. You knew of him. From what you’ve heard and, frankly, could already tell, this guy had an ego the size of Asgard itself and was a giant pain in the ass to deal with.

“Pleasure,” you grit out, unable to hide your distaste.

To your dismay, your comment only served to widen that smirk of his, and he quickly encouraged the two of you to join him outside, most likely so he could actually stand upright. You were surprised he even entered in the first place, what with how tall he was. Nothing in comparison to many other gods you’d met, sure, but still enough to hinder smooth movement within a dwarf’s dwelling (not that you didn’t struggle with it yourself, but you were fairly smaller than him).

The three of you stepped out onto the street, and you glanced around, confused. The settlement was normally pretty busy around this time of day, with plenty of dwarves moving about to work on their current projects or open up stalls. Right now, however, it resembled a ghost town. Was this guy really that much trouble?

One glance at Durlin’s scarred head told you yes, he really was that much trouble.

Heimdall’s bifröst eyes once again landed on your form. His own distaste became increasingly evident as he observed your simplistic attire. It was a far cry from his own luxurious clothing, well-adorned in quality leather, armour, and a multitude of gold accents to boot. Not to mention, he looked like he’d had a full night’s rest, unlike yourself.

Soon enough, his eyes met yours, and you shuddered involuntarily at the strange pulling sensation tickling at the forefront of your mind. Was this what it felt like to have the god of foresight poking around up there? It wasn’t overly unpleasant, but it still irritated you. It reminded you of someone snooping through your diary without permission.

You clenched your fingers tightly, feeling your own powers rise in an attempt to guard yourself. You’re not entirely sure how it happened, but you felt it when his grasp slipped, denied from any attempt at getting a full read on you.

“What’s this?” He muttered, that obnoxious smirk fading into a frown.

One moment he was more than eight feet away, and now, your senses were overwhelmed as he invaded your personal space. His height hardly intimidated you, but you could feel the raw power emanating from his form as he glared down at you, growing more and more pissed off as he tried and failed to enter your mind once more.

He definitely didn’t like that.

“And just who are you exactly?” He seethed through golden teeth.

He grasped your wrist in a tight hold before you could step back, tugging you forward so that your chests were only a breadth apart. Durlin was stammering over his words somewhere behind you, attempting to quell the situation before it turned into anything more.

“I’m afraid you’re gonna have to be a little more specific than that.” You responded poorly. Where the hell your courage was coming from, you had idea.

His jaw tensed, “Must I dumb it down for you, filth?”

You so badly wanted to call him a name, too, but you weren’t that stupid. You knew you were already walking on mighty thin ice as it is, what with him being related to Odin and all. If the old codger caught wind of your true origins, you’d be screwed to Hel and back.

“I believe I was already introduced, Heimdall.” His hold finally loosened enough for you to wrench your arm back and create some much-needed space between the two of you. “Anyhow, I’m taking you up on your offer, Durl. Tell Lúnda she is more than welcome to stay for dinner.”

You shot one final glare to the Aesir god before leaving the pair of them to it. Even as you turned away, you knew he still regarded you with a sour expression on his face. If it weren’t for whatever business he was on, you were sure he would’ve kicked up more of a fuss, but you clearly weren’t his priority at the moment, and you were more than glad for it.

What a shitty day…

#oof lemme know what y'all think #nervous to post this ngl #heimdall x reader #gow heimdall x reader #heimdall gow #female reader #fanfiction #crossposted on ao3 #fic: blood of mine #god of war heimdall

[tyrannuspitch]

when the narrative you're doomed by is so powerful that people don't even remember the already biased version of the story they were literally told and they fill in the blanks in their memories with the exact opposite, which just so happens to be the version of the story which would absolve the narrator of all responsibility and wrongdoing

#space viking tag #SCREAMS #okay i think i'm done now. but god. harrowing. #meta #ch: loki #ch: odin #r: loki + odin #th: fate + hierarchy #th: manipulation + mind control

[lightandfellowship]

Two possible explanations for why Odin did this.

(Major KHDR spoilers)

So, a common question I’ve seen asked ever since the finale dropped is “Why did Odin think it was a good idea to lock Baldr up for an entire week straight? How did he not realize that such an action could only end badly?” and I think there are two possible answers to that.

The first possibility, if Odin is telling the truth here:

Put simply, Odin was unsure of whether or not Baldr was truly possessed by an ancient darkness, and he didn’t want to make any hasty decisions until he was certain. If Baldr was merely succumbing to some “new”, less powerful darkness, and it was possible for him to be saved/rehabilitated, then killing him instantly just because there’s a CHANCE that it’s a True Darkness would be. Pretty messed up. So Odin locked Baldr away, presumably so that he could observe Baldr from a safe distance while also preventing him from hurting anyone else, and hopefully, at some point, Odin would reach some kind of conclusion about what was going on, and could then make an informed decision from there. Can’t say that locking Baldr up in a depressing room with no distractions or social interaction after his sister just DIED was at all advisable, but I guess Odin didn’t want to take any risks.

Now, it should be noted that Odin isn’t above lying to his students, and with a completely straight face to boot. So he can’t always be taken for his word, even if the thing he’s saying sounds believable. Odin hesitating to kill Baldr because he was hoping to spare him instead is possible, but not confirmed as fact.

The second possibility, if Odin was lying about the above:

In Episode 3 (the episode that’s basically ALL ABOUT Baldr’s darkness/vessel situation, just indirectly) Xehanort and Eraqus tell their third party member that the reason why they wanted to investigate the Queen of Hearts on their own was because they wanted to limit the number of people exposed to the dark entity that’s potentially inside her in case it decides to possess one of them. In other words, they were concerned that the dark entity might try to hop from one vessel to another. (Also, side note, this is presumably what happened to Baldr after his sister died in front of him; the dark entity hopped from Maleficent to him. Take note of where the dark mass comes from in this scene and it becomes clear that it originated from Maleficent’s direction even though she’s not on screen at that moment.)

Now, if an ancient darkness can only truly be defeated when inhabiting a vessel with a physical form, then, theoretically, it would be most ideal for that dark entity to fully merge with its host and become trapped inside of them, since then the entity can no longer escape to a new vessel when the threat of destruction draws near. If Odin wanted to ensure that this potential ancient darkness is defeated no matter what, then Odin’s goal would be to have Baldr and the dark entity become one. 

To accomplish this, Odin would have to purposefully let Baldr stew in his dark emotions all alone in order to make him more vulnerable to the entity’s manipulation, while also giving Baldr seemingly no way to escape his prison on his own so that the entity would feel the need to intervene and take control. (The entity’s primary motivation to escape ends up being Vidar’s failure to summon Kingdom Hearts, but whether that was a known factor in Odin’s plan or just an unforeseen circumstance is hard to say). These circumstances would give the entity both the opportunity and the incentive to take matters into its own hands and become one with its host, thus sealing its fate provided that the vessel is successfully destroyed afterwards. And if you need some evidence showing when the merge happens, during the seven day montage, you’ll notice how, when the shadow behind Baldr finally manifests and tells him to “purge the world”, Baldr stands up, and fits perfectly into the shadow. This is a visual indicator of the moment when the two become one, irreversibly entangled and forever inseperable. Now, in this scenario, I have to imagine that Baldr actually managing to escape confinement was not part of Odin’s plan, since Odin seemed genuinely surprised when Eraqus told him that he and his friends crossed paths with Baldr.

Anyway, those are my two primary theories about Odin’s motivations here. If I got any information wrong (especially if something in KHUX disproves any of this; I admit I have very hazy memories of KHUX since I only experienced the story in full once) feel free to let me know.

#khdr #kingdom hearts dark road #kingdom hearts #kh baldr #kh odin #rambling about dim path #ch tag: odi #ch tag: bal

[lokisgoodgirl]

Let’s see if it works this time, I’m sending in my fondue request 👀 Loki being a teasing, sexy and full of himself little shit while playing with some cheese and chocolate fondue (just like doughnut but maybe spicier 😏)

“Part Two" in what shall now be known as the unofficial Delicious 'series' - where Loki & Y/Ns growing relationship is based entirely on sexualised foodstuff (apparently).

Sticky Fingers (Doughnut edition) can be found here, but you don't need to read it to enjoy this🧀

A link to my Masterlist is HERE

Fondue Me

“Brother, I don't think you're supposed to finger it like that, you're being far too rough...”

Your eyes wandered from your plate further down the buffet table where Thor and Loki stood transfixed by two warming fondue pots, the god of mischief's eyes flickering to you.

He smirked, registering your eavesdropping as Thor continued to swirl his thick digit in the melted cheese with a perplexed look on his face.

This was intolerable.

Since the doughnut incident four days ago, every interaction you'd had with Loki had seemed to coincide with him consuming something suggestively in your vicinity. On purpose, you were sure.

He was bored. Having some fun, and you refused to rise to it again after your initial moment of weakness.

“Perhaps Y/N could educate us on the correct technique...”

Loki's voice floated goadingly towards you as his brother lifted his finger from the pot, a thick string of cheese following it.

You rolled your eyes. Here we go.

Strolling over casually, you picked up a skewer lying on a tray beside the heated bowls and pointedly speared a crouton as Loki watched you, his eyes brimming with wicked amusement.

"My hand requires a magical cleansing, brother…", Thor motioned towards him with his cheese covered digit extended as Loki grimaced, irritated at his game being interrupted.  

“What? Do it yourself. Just eat it, for Odin’s sake”, he snapped as the god of thunder shook his head.

“...but I don’t like cheese.”

Thor meandered away, presumably to the bathrooms, as Loki shifted his stance bringing his hands regally behind his back as he rocked on his heels looking between the fondue bowls before him. One a decadent milk chocolate, one a rich tantalising gouda.

“Would you prefer the sacchariferous or savoury offerings presented?” he said, as his eyes travelled down the neckline of your party gown, his gaze undressing you as you felt the stirrings of need in your underwear from his attentions.

“Savoury”, you replied bluntly as you lightly brandished the skewer, the crouton crown waving dangerously close to Loki’s cheek as he remained straight backed and unphased.

“Mmm” he hummed, “I can only imagine how much you enjoy salty pleasures on that talented tongue of yours...”

Your mouth suddenly filled with unbidden saliva. You swallowed hard.  

“Indeed...” he smirked, “shall we?”

Gracefully he reached and wrapped his long fingers around a skewer on the table, his biceps brushing the curve of your breasts through your thin dress, dragging the stiff cotton of his evening shirt across your nipples.

The party became a low buzz in the background as he drew away, "Well then, darling – instruct me" .

“Well”, you stammered, “what you do...is put what you want on the..on the end of the thing, and then – em, you dip it in one of the...pots, and then you..”

Your eyes flickered from where you had been staring at the swirling chocolate to Loki’s lips, inches from your face and parted slightly in anticipation as he listened to you intently, “you..um, eat it”, you managed to finish.

“I think I’ll sample the sweet version first,’ he quipped lightly as he speared a marshmallow, ‘I’ve been desiring something deliciously sticky and warm in my mouth all day...”

He rolled the skewer between his digits as the mallow was drenched, slathering it in viscous decadence as you watched his fingers flex tantalisingly before he pulled it back abruptly.

“Oops”, he smacked the skewer theatrically against his shoulder, warm melted chocolate planting itself on the pristine white shirt wrapped around his muscled torso, heavy blobs splattering upwards to his jawbone where they dripped mesmerizingly down the elongated neck below.

“Don’t, Loki.”

The words fell from your lips as you took in the groups of people drinking and dancing nearby, unawares.

“Don’t what, pet?” his tone heavy with faux innocence, the marshmallow dripping tauntingly between his feet as he relished your reaction, “I am but a simple man, your Midgardian contraptions and traditions are too advanced for my mind to-”

“Simple man?’” you hissed under your breath, “Please. I know what you’ve been doing...you’re trying to tempt me...or whatever you want to call it.”

He smiled thinly, his eyes narrowing as he tilted his head to one side. 

“If I recall correctly, it was you that gave my finger a good mouth-fuck in the kitchens, darling…”

He stepped closer, pulling the marshmallow from the skewer, “...so I would argue it is you that is tempting me. What do they call it here again? A cock tease?”

The marshmallow disappeared between his lips in one swift movement, the sight of the muscles in his neck bracing as he swallowed making your pussy clench with ridiculous need as you bit your lip.

“You know pet, if you lean forward just a tad, you can have a taste of something infinitely more delectable than the denial you are gluttonously indulging in right n-”

A familiar haze descended as your lust for him consumed you, a primal need to taste his skin fizzing in your veins like cocaine.

Before he could finish his sentence, you leant forward, attaching magnetically to where the ruined collar met his neck, your tongue slipping between your parted lips to lap gently against him, ridding him of the chocolate stain masking the true delicacy underneath.

“Harder”, he growled directly in your ear. You could feel your cunt slickening beneath your dress as your tongue travelled upwards slowly on his command, pausing to suck every morsel of texture from the surface of his skin with dangerous intensity.

Reaching his jawline, your eyes met his briefly as he observed you beneath hooded eyelids – before you fastened your lips across the angle of his jaw with a final languishing lick.

“Delicious” you whispered as wet lips flirted against his earlobe, a shudder running through him as he rolled his shoulders back, staving off the arousal no doubt growing in his trousers.

You turned purposefully, raising your skewer and dipping the crouton deep within the melted cheese to your side.

He watched in disbelief, his eyebrows raising slowly as you brought it to chin-level, letting the liquid Gouda drip messily between your breasts, sliding down the bare skin of your neckline.

"Oops", you echoed – his words in your mouth eliciting a dark chuckle as he scouted the immediate area with a quick turn of his head.

He stepped forward, placing one muscular thigh between your legs as his hips brushed against your desperate core, leaning backwards as he ran his eyes over the white, sticky mess on your breasts, heaving tantalisingly as he drew closer.

He raised his gaze, "you know what that looks like, don’t you darling?"

You stared up at him, wondering how the hell it had come to this; shaking your head innocently as he wiped his thumb across your collarbone, collecting a trail of drops before raising it to his lips.

He slid it in to his waiting mouth, sucking it out slowly, pausing unbearably at the tip as his cheekbones hollowed in the dimmed lights, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Dinner", he purred.

Your stomach flipped as he bent towards you, tucking one side of his hair behind his ear before sliding his hands around your waist, moving to cup your breasts gently as his eager tongue met the skin just below your heart.

You screamed internally, the immense pressure of your rampaging lust threatening to burst as he licked a long stripe between your cleavage, pressed together by his palms, his smooth chin massaging the wettened skin as he slowly edged towards your neck inch by agonising inch, capturing every smear of Gouda which clung to you on the way.

He moaned softly as his lips came together underneath your ear in a deep suck, the vibrations of his voice making your legs weak beneath you as he gently shifted his leg between your thighs, pressing upward before withdrawing from you, casually.

His long fingers wrapped around your hand holding the skewer, guiding it towards your mouth as you swallowed the cheese covered crouton obediently, still stunned.

Raising his thumb to your mouth, he traced the outline as he picked up a rogue drop of melted cheese from the side and brought it to your lips, pressing it into your wet warmth, the sticky tang meeting your tongue, the salt hitting the back of your throat.

"Eat up, darling", he murmured seductively, "there’s plenty more where that came from."

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[mischiefmaker615]

Tears of a Mermaid (Loki Love Story Ch.5)

Loki walked at a casual pace as to not to draw attention to himself as he headed to the stables. he couldn't stop thinking about her last night, her touch..her voice, eyes..passion, gods! how could a woman, of another kind or not, have so much power over him? just the mere thought of her made him want to race faster to his horse, but he did quite the opposite as Thor stepped in his way once he turned the last corner

''brother! we are in need of your assistance'' he grinned, clearly happy to see him and expecting a yes regardless of how he was always treated.

Loki side stepped and kept walking, only to be pulled to a stop by a hand on his shoulder, giving an annoyed look as he held his patience together ''what is it Thor?''

''father wishes us to venture to Alfheim to assure Asgard's safety of possible threat, there's-''

''the elves have no quarrel with us here, it will be fine'' Loki shook his head, shrugging Thor's hand off.

''Heimdal has never been wrong, if it is but a simple rumor, it is best to make sure it doesn't intensify further towards truth.-why have you been disappearing every day to almost the same time?'' Thor questioned, unable to read Loki but still held a look of suspicion. Loki ignored his quickened heart beat and stayed casual, his calmness always helping him when it came to lying, but his made up excuse was buried once Odin came into view and stood beside them.

''father.'' Thor greeted with a small nod-bow and a smile, where Loki looked surprised to see him here of all times. why?

''it be best for the both of you to go, do not underestimate them. they are demigods and in numbers, came be dangerous. i trust the both of you could manage to keep the peace when we put this situation to rest, best to go now.''

''yes father'' Thor agreed and took a step back, waiting for his brother to follow before they both headed to the stables to venture off to the Biefrost.

Loki's hesitated as he followed, his eyes looking up to see sunset threaten to appear and his mind wondered of to Mara. he had told her he would return, not a day had passed that he wasn't able to visit her, this was to be the first. what choice did he have? any other excuse and will Thor questioning already, would have raised more suspicion on his little secret, and he couldn't put her in danger. with a silence apology, Loki left with Thor.

''damn it-'' Loki cursed as he flinched again.

''my apologies my lord'' a palace maid said quietly as she tampered with the bedside device, the light glow above brightening ever so slightly as it shown on him. ''it should heal by dawn, is there anything else you wish of me?''

''that is all'' Loki dismissed her and layed down again as he gazed up at the healing source they had placed above his bed. Asgard's magic was never short of proper technology, and a side stab would be nothing more than a paper cut once it healed properly at a certain amount of time.

they had got to Alfheim, laid to rest any rumor and thought that threatened war, and Thor still managed to do something stupid which ended up having Loki get stabbed in the side by a deemed accident. his version of playful fun always involved a weapon or too. true he'd be healed by morning, but that wouldn't excuse the time missed with Mara.. he sighed as he looked down at his wound, his armor and leather off and leaving him shirtless to better have access for the healing source to reach. just a few inches, nothing to dangerous but just enough to keep him put. even if he used magic, he probably wouldn't be able to make it to her by now, sunset has passed hours ago and she'd be long gone by now..

''no point in thinking about going tonight, i'd just have to make it up to her tomorrow..'' Loki sighed and closed his eyes, hoping that sleep would quicken the time to the next day, and even then he'd sill have to wait till evening to meet with her. 'damn...'

Loki woke up to feel a particular weight on his stomach, and something on his chest, as if something was leaning forward. he felt long delicate fingers running along his chest and weight being shifted forward and back on his mid section as the source moved around. his eyes snapped open and he jolted up forward, almost headbutting the figure swaddling him and his hands had to reach around her back to keep her from falling back.

''Mara!?''

her beautiful eyes seemed to light up as they locked with his, almost two inches apart from his face as a smile spread on her lips ''i am glad to see you are not hurt anymore''

questioned raced through his mind as he blinked at her, trying to figure out what was happened and to help wake himself up. his first concern was of how she was even here as his eyes traveled down, shooting back up to her eyes quickly and used all his power, almost magic to keep them there ''-why are you naked?- how do you have legs??''

Mara glanced down innocently at them as she sat comfortably and calmly on his lap in a swaddling position, her eyes going back to his own as if nothing was wrong ''mermaids may possess a little bit of magic..apparently when they accidentally dry out, they can grow them'' she smiled excitedly, almost as if a child was waking up on Christmas morning ''though if in contact with water, we get our tails back..''

''Mara you- i mean.. hold on'' Loki stuttered, praying to all the nine realms to keep himself in control, all of him, as he carefully rolled off and pushed her lightly so she got the message to get off. as she stood, he did as well, his eyes staying up at the ceiling as he used his hand to search for a robe or some sort of covering, his fingers coming in contact with his cape ''here-''

Mara took it thankfully and smiled, feeling the fabric as she stroked it gently ''it must be so soft being able to wear these-''

''exactly, wrap it around yourself-''

she shared a small confused look but wrapped it around herself as if being covered by a towel, still possessing her cloth though that functioned as a bra. Loki took a deep breath and used his perennials to peak and see if she was decent before turning to look at her fully, making the redness in his cheeks disappear as he relaxed

''Mara..what are you doing here? how did you get here?''

Mara bit her lip innocently as she looked at him sheepishly ''you didn't show up yesterday and thought you might be hurt.. i tried getting to a higher hillside to see if i could spot anything on land but i suppose the time it took was enough to dry me off and then these appeared''

Loki nodded slowly, his eyes looking into anything above the shoulders, though they slipped a few times as he shifted a little ''how did you get here- did anyone see you?''

Mara shook her head ''there was one guard that stopped me, i asked him where did Loki go and he pointed me into the right direction'' she smiled proudly.

'gods, he probably thinks i have women come in and out of my chambers on a daily-' ''well Mara..you need to stay out of sight from everyone, if they get a small hint of suspicion that you are not who they think you are, you could be in great danger..and you need to be wearing clothes while you are on land'' he added, his eyes falling down as he let himself look her over, a tightening in his chest came and anger sparked slightly to think men dared to lay their eyes upon her before him..

''that might explain the strange glances'' she thought out loud as she clutched the cape closer to her.

Loki looked around a little before stopping the bathroom, waving his hand for her to follow and assured her in ''wait in here, i shall have a maid fetch some clothes suitable for you''

she trotted over and went in the bathroom, his eyes watching her as he hid and impressed look, surprised at how well she could walk considering she wasn't accustomed to it.

''wait here, i shall return'' he assured her and closed the bathroom door, going over to his bedroom chambers to seek out a maid.

he had one bring a suitable dress in green and gold, wanting her to at least dress in his colors if men were to be looking at her before he walked back to the bathroom door and knocked out of habit ''Mara-''

"Loki..i need help..''

Loki tensed and didn't hesitate to enter, having to quickly watch his footing so he would step on her, seeing she was back to her regular self; tail and all lying on the floor on her back. ''what happened??''

Mara shyly motioned to the facet ''i got curious so i looked around and that thing spit at me..''

''oh dear..'' Loki sighed as he crouched down, looking her over as if he was figuring out what to do first ''try not to touch anything, these kind of rooms have the most water usage. here,'' he handed her a towel and she started drying herself. Loki hesitated, wondering if he should help her and held up the dress ''if we get this handled, this is for you to put on''

''will i be staying here?''

Loki looked at her, not knowing if it be best if she returned or if she'd be fine here if she'd liked..but her lack of knowledge on basic things would be a dead give away ''..for a bit, i can show you around and return you at dusk'' he smiled, knowing it was a start ''if you like it here then i could perhaps teach you on everyday things and functioning'' he offered, reaching up and turning off the leaky faucet as if it were ready to jump on her again. Mara looked excited and hesitant all at the same time but kept a smile on her face as she flicked her tail a little.

''guess we'll have to see how this goes'' she laughed and continued drying.

as Loki watched, he took the opportunity to properly look at her, all of her, now that she was out of water. her tail was beautiful, smooth and reflectant almost of tropical colors mostly consisting of blue. her wait was slim, giving her a nice curve to where her hips would typically be and her chest was the perfect size..to his preference anyway. she skin was sun kissed but pale, blond red hair illuminating her eyes that held so much innocence, wonder and care. he had to glance away a little when she looked at him, not wanting her to know he had stared far longer than what people are comfortable with. but he couldn't help it.. he could stare at her all day if he could..

Mara flinched a little, snapping him out of his thoughts as she brought her tail forward, almost as if one was hugging their knees as she took a deep breath.

''Mara- are you okay?'' Loki asked with concern, his eyes scanning her for any possible injuries but she nodded reassuringly

''yes it's just..happening..''

in all his years of yielding magic, making so many things possible, he had never seen a transformation quite like this. her body seemed to glow a light green, almost as if it were white and seemed to get brighter by the second. the mid section of her tail up to her wait seemed to sink in to where legs would be split in half and she flinched again. by her eyes he could tell she was holding the pain in and that drew in more concern as he moved a little closer, about to ask if she was okay until the glowing got brighter to where he had to look away so he wouldn't get blinded. it only lasted a moment before everything was back to normal and Mara had legs again and..everything else, to which he quickly, and to his disappointment, covered her like a gentleman. he hesitated as he watched her catch her breath, stiffing a bit as he felt the vibe around him. something wasn't right...being one of magic, he felt a dark presence he hadn't felt in a long time..

''..black magic..'' he whispered.

Mara looked up at him, her innocent in her eyes returning and almost looked proud of herself at what just happened and looked down at her legs ''i get my very own pair'' she giggled and he decided to put the feeling off for now as he returned her smile, his heart melting when he saw her happy.

''well we can't have you on the floor forever, come on, i'll help you'' he told her, offering her his hand where she took it and he helped her up.

''what are you doing?'' she asked as he took the dress and kept his eyes closed.

''i am helping you dress-''

''with your eyes closed?''

''on land, most of the time it is curious for one to shield their particular gender parts from others unless they have deep feelings for them'' he told her and used his hands to feel around, holding the dress open so she could put her head through.

''but i do have deep feelings for you..''

his eyes flew open and locked with hers, seeing she had already stuck her head through and was almost nose to nose with him, making his cheeks redden and hers starting to get red too ''Mara..'' he didn't know what to say, getting a confession like this out of no where, and here of all placed, knowing he felt the same; his mouth struggled to find the right words as his gaze softened ''i-''

''brother, i wish to speak with you''

Thor's voice could be heard from outside the bed chamber, even in the bathroom he could still be heard. ''one moment-'' Loki called and turned his attention back to Mara, letting go of the dress as it fell down beautifully and fit her figure ''i'll have to tend to him for a moment, lets have you ready'' Loki encouraged, disappointment hidden in his eyes with their moment ruined by his idiotic brother.

as he helped lace her up, his slender fingers gently brushed up against her skin, making her blush a little as she looked forward, seeing herself in the mirror and let her smile show ''now i look like your kind'' she giggled.

''true but acting will be necessary too, just do your best'' he encouraged, his eyes gazing down her back before he took a step back, a hand offered with a smile to lead her out ''m'lady,''

Mara returned the smile and took his hand, following his instructions as she gripped the dress a little with her other hand to lift slightly so she wouldn't trip. leading her to the chamber door, he had her wait behind him before he opened it, giving a slight irritated look at his brother waiting patiently outside ''what?''

''i have- that's exactly the maiden i have been searching for!''

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[peachyjinx]

Sorry, this is sort of a slow burn, I guess?

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Holding Back [Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader]

Relationship: Loki x Female Reader

Summary: You are a new mutant recruit in training with the Avengers, and Loki is brought in to teach you how to use your powers.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Eventual smut

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Chapter 3:

The Magic

Word count: 2,202

Summary: Training goes well with Loki.... until it doesn't. (I know I thought there'd be smut by now, but I'm sorry it won't happen till Ch 4 🙊)

Warnings: light angst and anxiety, some references to Reader being turned on

You had to refrain yourself from running to the training room this morning. You had begun arriving earlier to your lessons, and once you even got there before Loki. Your mind wandered as you happily walked towards your training room. 

Loki seemed to be relaxing around the Avengers- maybe Thor was right about him being reformed. You smiled as you saw him arriving at the training room at the same time. 

"Is that your new suit?" Loki asks, slowly looking over your body. You blush, feeling his eyes all over you. 

"Yea, what do you think?", you ask faux confidently, one hand on your hip and spinning around.   

"Oh it's very becoming on you, Darling", he smiles at you devilishly. 

"Thanks," you smile back and feel your heart flutter. 

Are you flirting with him? Stop that. No good can come from that.  

“I brought you some brownies,” you set the box on a desk by the entrance to the room. "Not trying to be a teacher's pet or anything, but wanted to show my appreciation".  

“While that is kind, it is wholly unnecessary. I am merely doing my duties as set forth by Odin," Loki says candidly.

You feel your face drop a bit. That’s right, he wasn’t doing this because he wanted to help you. He was being forced to teach you as part of his penance. Loki noticed the change of your expression. 

“But thank you, Y/N, I am sure they are delicious”, he smiled warmly at you, resting his large hands on your shoulders and looking at you in earnest. That was the kindest tone he had used with you since you had met. 

Why does he have to be so nice? Damnit. This is bad. It’s definitely a huge crush now. 

“Yea no problem,” you shrugged and walked ahead of him, keying the code that unlocked your training room. 

"What is a teacher's pet?", he continued.

"Oh it's like someone who sucks up to their teacher for extra points," you explained.

Loki hummed and looked you over again as the two of you walked inside.

Loki conjured a wooden chair in the middle of the room. 

"What's this Loki?", you ask, as he walked ahead and turned to face you as he started all his lessons. 

“You are progressing well, but I would like to see you using your powers in a less conventional and defensive method. Today you will be working more on creating fields around objects and moving them. In battle, this would enable you to prevent opponents from grabbing weapons or important devices," Loki explained. 

“Oh, okay. That sounds difficult.”

“And it may be,” Loki walked toward you,”but I think that if you focus, you can accomplish this. I have faith in your abilities. From my teachings and observations, I believe your powers are not unlike magic, and can be manipulated as such..."

Loki stood behind you, grabbing your shoulders gently and pointing them towards the lone furniture in the room. 

“The important piece for you is to let go of your powers more freely- do not be afraid of what gifts you possess. Now, I want you to concentrate on the chair,” he grabs your hips gently and straightens them, and uses his legs to separate yours into a wider stance. You feel sparks throughout your body as he touches you. 

 He is incredibly close now, his chest ghosting your back. He guides his large hand down your right arm stretching it out in front of your body. He gently grabs your wrist, and stops his movements. The moment feels like forever but also a millisecond. You can feel yourself getting hot, and your breathing is getting heavier, as your heart feels like it's about to beat out of your chest. 

You can feel his breath on the back of your neck now, and you start to get goosebumps that trail up your arm to where Loki’s hand is. Loki’s breathing sounds like it's getting faster too. You can smell him now, too- a warm, spice smell combined with something natural...like pine? Your eyelids start to flit closed as you bask in the moment of being so close to him and feeling his touch, feeling turned on throughout your whole body.

"Did you hear me?" He asks, his voice sounding deeper, right by your ear. You hadn’t been listening. Had he kept talking?  Was he feeling this too? 

"Huh?", your eyes opened but you didn't move. Loki didn't move either. 

"Did you hear me?", Loki repeated, quieter this time, as his hands and body remained perfectly still. He moves his nose slightly against the outside of your ear and you shudder. You feel a warmth flood in between your legs and all you want is him.  

NO! Pay attention!!

You snap yourself out of it, take a sharp breath and blurt out, "Yup I've got this, just move the chair away from me." 

You begin to focus on the chair, and not Loki’s hand on your forearm. You create a force field around the chair in a bubble, and move it forward slowly, a few inches at a time. It lifts to a foot off the ground, before it comes crashing back to the ground when your field disintegrates. 

You let out a breath of relief. 

"Wow", you whisper.

“See? Now then, was that so hard?”, Loki removes himself from your body as he steps back and you suddenly feel cold. You nodded, a bit relieved you were able to accomplish this test, but also disappointed he returned to a reserved state. His expression is aloof again. Sometimes you really had a hard time reading him. 

“Let’s do that again, I want to watch you practice,” Loki steps back further and has you repeat the same action for the rest of the hour. 

By the time the session was over, your arm ached- you had successfully moved the chair all over the training room. But you couldn't help but be bothered by that moment between you and Loki. 

After the lesson, you rushed back to your apartment to take a cold shower, opting to skip the public showers. 

While you were showering, you couldn’t help but think about the shitty predicament you are in, instead of the success of the training. 

I'm definitely crushing on my teacher, this isn't good.  Why does he have to be so good looking? Those eyes and that hair. That body.  What I wouldn’t give for one night with him… 

You're sure these feelings are just on your end. You feel so silly, he's a God and you're just a mutant who can't control her powers. 

Luckily it's Friday, and you'll find something to distract you tonight, and then on Monday you'll act like it never happened.

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 You had decided to have a movie night in the big living area in the tower. There was a big TV, comfy couches- even if you had no one to hang out with, it was nice to change things up. You made yourself some popcorn and settled in. 

As you were picking out a movie that you knew would have no romance in it, Bucky walked in.

“Hey Champ, how’s it going?”, he greeted you. 

“Oh just trying to distract myself from my life. What about you?”, you responded as you searched the services on the TV.

“Just looking for trouble. What are you watching?”, he sat down beside you as the credits started.

“An old scifi movie- not as old as you though,” you grinned at him. He elbowed you gently in the ribs. 

“So, how are things going with the God of Mischief?”, he wiggled his eyebrows and grinned at you. 

Just the mention of him made your stomach do flips. 

“Well. Surprisingly well. I was able to move a chair in a shield today, so that was pretty cool,” you tried not to think about the moment between you and Loki. His hand on your arm…

“So you’re sticking around, then?”, Bucky cut off your thoughts. 

“Well...yea, I think so? Do people want me here? I mean, I know I’m not a superspy or a supersoldier or a God, but-”

“Relax, doll,” Bucky laughed and interrupted you. “Yes, we like you, and would like you to stick around. But it’s not just our decision, we want you to want to stay here. Maybe start thinking about if you want to join the next mission”. 

You could feel a tightness creeping over your chest. You were trying to escape everything tonight, not just the Loki issues. The question of “Could I be an Avenger?”  frequently casted doubt in your mind. But Tony had given you your own suit, so that meant they wanted you, right? 

“Okay. Can we just watch the movie so I don’t have to think about stuff?”, you whined at him. 

“Of course, Y/N, just trying to make conversation. What’s got you all tense? Want some wine or beer or something?”, Bucky offered.

“Yes, wine please.” you said immediately. “Nothing in particular has me tense, just the fate of my life and all that." 

Bucky chuckled. 

“Okay, well if that’s all. I’ll grab us a drink, and then you can explain this movie to me.”

You rolled your eyes and threw a pillow at him as he laughed and headed toward the fridge. You wish you could talk to someone about what was going on with you, with your feelings for Loki. You were afraid to even call your friends, in case Tony had tapped your phone. 

For now, I’ll keep this all to myself and try to push these feelings down. Yup, it’ll be just fine. 

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Something has changed, and you don’t know what. It's been a hard lesson today. You don't know what's going on with Loki, but he's been especially mean to you. Whatever connection you had shared last week was gone. He's acting cold and withdrawn. Not joking or laughing like he has been recently. 

Today he's trying to get you to create a field around yourself during hand to hand combat, but it's not going well at all. You had been successful in the past, but Loki is attacking much faster today, and not letting up. 

"AGAIN!" he shouted. 

He’s never yelled at me before, what the hell is going on with him??

"But I'm exhausted. We've been at this for an hour, our lesson should be over!", you complained. 

"If merely an hour exhausts you, then you are nothing but the puny mortal I had assumed you were. Did you learn nothing from last week?? You continue to repress your powers. Now do it again, and I want to see fierceness. Anger, fear, or anything that isn't this timid response you have been showing me," he spat. 

Here it was, the other side of Loki that he hid under the facade of playfulness. His rage and frustration- and it was all pointed at you.  

As you sparred you barely put shields up to protect yourself.  As the match continued, Loki's attacks got fiercer, and your fields began to falter. 

"HEY! You almost stabbed me!!" you screamed at him as a knife got dangerously close on a swing and you were unable to project a force field.

"Well if you weren't distracted by your own self pity, you would have produced a shield. I cannot have my pupil performing poorly, that is a reflection on me. I will NOT let you embarrass me in front of the others!  Now, fighting stance and we will do it AGAIN," Loki demanded. He looks angry, tightly gripping a dagger in each hand and staring you down with a fierceness in his eyes. You realize you've had enough. 

"NO- FUCK THIS! I don't know what's got you so pissy today, but I don't have to put up with it!", you yelled at him, panting heavily. Your chest hurt and your lungs felt like they were on fire. You didn't notice how much your body hurt until you stopped moving. You glared at him, and he returned with an icy stare. You heart sunk, he was all you had thought about for weeks and now he was treating you terribly. 

You walked out, ending the lesson and happy to not be in the same room with him. 

You went straight to your room to seclude yourself for the rest of the day. 

I've been thinking about this guy for weeks, bake him brownies, and then he tries to kill me? What the hell is wrong with him? What an absolute asshole!

You hated that all you could think about was Loki. You thought that maybe there was something between you two. Or maybe it was all in your head. But this was overwhelming, and you needed a break, some space between you two. You decide to text him:

"Loki, I need the rest of the week off from lessons."

He responds nearly immediately:

"Okay."

Your heart sinks that he doesn't apologize or say anything else. You grab a pint of ice cream and sit on your couch to sulk and watch TV. 

Chapter 4- The Dinner

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[misfit-lunitic]

"Even for my kind, pain still hurts. If you move and act in the material world, then the material world acts on you. Pain hurts, just as greed intoxicates and lust burns. We may not die easy and we sure as hell don't die well, but we can die. If we're still loved and remembered, something else a whole lot like us comes along and takes our place and the whole damn thing starts all over again. And if we're forgotten, we're done."

[Quote by Odin As portrayed in American Gods (2001) by Neil Gaiman, Ch. 13]

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The beginning of ch.40 was so hot roo! Poor Cinders fell limp to the floor and left alone😭. And I read in the comments that Loki knows about after care but doesn’t do it 😫. How cruel (but I like him cruel😳) Does he not notice how Cinders seems to not mind those forehead kisses and when he stays the night 😫? Loki seems to want some type of intimacy and she does too but in her position is unsure to give it since she’s always following his commands and she doesn’t want to see him mad at her. I’m glad that she had that moment with Odin! She’s been bottling it up and treated like a doll and pulled in every direction. The entire family seems to forget that she has feelings too and she’s very vulnerable, they definitely only see their wants of what Cinders can give them and bless Odin for capturing her in such dispare. She needed that embrace ( I too would like to be held by Anthony Hopkins with his soothing voice). I just get that worried feeling that Loki caught them in an embrace and he’s going to be even crueler and colder to her., because he’s selfish and jealous and wants to be the only one Cinders pays attention too. Even ignore her at the event which will only make Cinders wilt (maybe she was a bit secretively excited to show him the dress) and be open to Thors clutches😢. Sorry this is so long 😅.

First off, don't apologise! I love hearing all yalls thoughts. Also has anyone else's notifs changed bc mine look off and I'm missing things when I scroll.

Anyhow, Cinders. Oh poor thing. Loki definitely wants affection but he can't get out of his own way. The one time Cinders initiated anything and gave him the massage, he was suspicious. I suppose that's an effect from his divorce. He has trust issues and doesn't wanna let his walls all the way down.

Odin was good to be there for her. She's been holding a lot in, a lot more than just the Odinsons and their games. I don't know about Loki's reaction… it would definitely be a case of him expecting her to only come to him. After all, he protected her from Thor, she should feel safe with him.

As for Walpugisnacht… we shall see! I can only imagine regardless of Loki's behaviour, Cinders will take everything as negative with all the pressure. And Thor is waiting for another chance.