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emotionflowsworld · 2 years

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New experiences? here we go..

On a Saturday afternoon, Tom and I found ourselves in front of a sex shop. I say “I think I am getting cold feet Tom” and look up at his tall frame. I had read stories and watched videos about the things I wanted to explore, but actually living them felt like a whole different thing.

He looks at me smiling,” I know love it is overwhelming and it’s okay you don’t want to buy anything but we can go look around to tame your curiosity a bit” I contemplate the offer and nod. He holds my hand and I move ahead with him behind me. A woman around in her mid-40 smiles at us. I return the smile and start to look ahead. It had 2 floors. 1st floor for the stuff for women and 2nd for men. The women’s floor was divided into lingerie and toys. I move ahead feeling Tom behind me, he asked “what are you thinking y/n?” I went back to our conversation on Thursday. We were sitting on the couch eating pasta and I asked “Do you ever think about having some more toys for some extra stuff?” blushing and hiding my face while drinking honey lemon iced tea. His eyebrows shift up “I would love for you to be a little bit more specific.” I smile and say “I have had fantasies, with handcuffs, nipple clamps where you tie me up and use that stuff on me.” He puts both of bowls down and brings me into his lap, holds my waist and tightens his grip. He says “Bringing your fantasies to life is one of my greatest joys darling ” He kisses down my neck and continues, “ So when do we have to go shopping?” I fake frown “You look like someone who would have tried and tested all these fantasies.” He chuckles “You would be surprised to know how much I still yearn to learn new things about you everyday even if they are stuff like loving pizza and Friends(show).”

He wraps his hand around my waist and I start moving through the aisle of lingerie thinking ‘have enough of that’ and moving on to the aisle of vibrators ‘not what I am looking for’ and then comes the aisle for BDSM toys ‘let’s go’.

There were masks which seemed too fishy, then there were handcuffs, I smiled at him and started looking for something that I wanted. Metal cuffs, leather cuffs, soft cushion cuffs, going through them I picked one with the gold chain and showed it to him. He mouths “Perfect” I smile and take the metal ones, he chimes” those are great for role play too” I huff and say “exactly what I was thinking” he chuckles and takes them analyzing them around his wrist and then taking mine. He looks at me inquisitively and I say “Works” I move ahead and see paddles and floggers, my mind wanders. He says “Take your time love” then my eyes fall on the nipple clamps. There were ones with chain in the middle, ones that were just clips, pendants hanging the clips, ones that had ball gags attached to it. I go through the chains in the middle ones and then the clip ones. I see him concentrating on the clip nipple clamps with butterfly hanging on them. I ask him “Do you like them?” he answers,” Just imagining you in them does things to me.” I took them and said “That is it, I want to try them as soon as possible.” He grins widely and we walk towards the cash counter.

The lady checks the two handcuffs and the nipple clamps out and says “hope you had a good visit and please do come again.” In a surprisingly calm tone

We reach home and make dinner. After finishing it we were having dessert and talking about his appearance in the D23 expo. He says” it felt so good to be revive that character in front of those people, they seemed very excited.” I exclaim” Tom! Who fucking isn’t” He laughs and takes a bite from my chocolate ice cream. I widen my eyes and went” Oh you didn’t “he did it again and said “oh I think I did love.” Going for the next time and I take my hand behind and spill the remaining all over my night t-shirt. I groan and he laughs. I stand up to clean myself but he takes my hand and pulls me to straddle his lap, and starts licking my neck, I say “Haven’t you had enough” as it tickles where he licks. “I can never have enough of you” and removes my t-shirt completely leaving some ice cream spots above my breasts. He eyes them hungrily and starts licking them ferociously. I moan above him and feel myself get wetter. He picks me up and takes me to the bedroom and lies me down, he keeps going until not one drop of that ice cream is left, then he removes my shorts with my panties and comes near my ear an says” stay here for me, will you?” I nod and he smiles and goes away and brings back the bag of toys from earlier. I smile and he also brings his tie with him. My excitement is peaked. He comes over and kisses my cheek gently. He asks” can I blindfold you baby?” I say yes and lift up my head for him, he ties it and rests my head “is this okay?” I nod and he kisses down my torso and I squirm beneath him. He takes my wrists and ties them with the leather ones with gold chain. “Try them love, are they comfortable?” I do and say “yes Tom” “good girl” I grin widely and he chuckles as he lifts them up above my head and kisses down my neck, licks my collarbone, he goes down and licks my right nipple and I hiss above him, he massages my left breast with his palm. And then licks my left nipple as he pinches my right. I rub my legs together as I feel all those sensations right in my pussy. He comes up “do you want to use the clamps today?” I nod enthusiastically and then I hear the rummaging through the bags and then he gently caresses his fingers on my nipples and licks them. He touches what I think is the butterfly on the nipple to make me familiar with it and then he opens the clip and shut the it around me. I sigh heavily “are you good love, should I keep going?” I smile and say yes almost out of breath. He repeats the same process with my other nipple and I feel myself getting very wet. I arch my lower back as the other clamp is around my nipple.

I feel him kissing my shoulder and then my upper arm, my earlobe as he whispers” only if you could see yourself right now, you look divine.” I say “take a pic for me then.” He brings his phone and I feel the light of flash on my eyes. He comes back and kisses my lips gently at first and the getting rougher. He dips his hand between my legs and sigh around my lips “oh fuck, you are so, so wet.” I moan at his declaration and arch my back towards him a bit. He put a finger inside me and I moan loudly as I arch my back which leads to my clamped nipples to touch his chest and the pleasure increases to a whole new level. He fucks me with his fingers and every single stroke makes my nipples and my clit more excited and I mange to say” please fuck me Tom” without saying a word he angles my hips and thrusts inside my and fills me up to the hilt in one go. I grunt loudly as he kisses my neck a licks at that spot. He moves in and out of me slowly and after a few strokes he gently rubs his fingers around my nipples through the clamps as if admiring them. I moan as every single sensation there just brings me closer to the edge. I clench around him harder, “I am so close Tom” he moves his fingers and massages my mons and gently flicks my clit, which makes me jerk my hips harder towards him. He grunts above me as he fucks me harder circles around my clit faster and I moan loudly “Fuck yes, yes I am coming Tom.” I scream his name as he fucks me through it and kisses me roughly and keeps going until he goes extremely hard inside me and explodes, I kiss his neck as he bites my shoulder as his thrusts become slower.

We stay there for a minute and then he kisses on my cheek I say ”That was out of the world” he sighs and I feel his smile on my skin before he removes himself from me and takes off my blind fold, I say “Hi” he returns “Hi” and then I chuckle as he removes the handcuffs and slowly takes off the clamps and I sigh and hiss heavily, feeling sensitive and satisfied.

He brings towel and a glass of water, “Thank you I think I was going to pass out” he says” I am equally consumed love, but in the best way.” He lays on the bed sideways looking up at me and comes up to blow over my nipples, I suck in a large breath as it soothes me completely “you are making me crazy baby.” “Not even close to what you do to me” I keep my water aside and snuggle with him under the blankets as my sleep takes over.

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magicalcrystalsproject · 2 years

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I saw an art on pinterest that was from some anime (I don't know it!!) and I wanted to reproduce it in my style with Loki!! Credits to the original artist who inspired me for this art! sorry for doing the same!!

Eu vi uma arte no pinterest que era de algum anime (não o conheço!!) e quis reproduzir no meu estilo com o Loki!! Créditos ao artista original que me inspirou para essa arte! desculpe por ter feito semelhante!!

one thing I learned recently it doesn't matter if you were inspired by just one outfit from another art or just wanted to copy the usual pose or style credits to that person!! (in my case I saw it in a pinterest post so I don't know the original artist!! if you are the original artist thank you for inspiring me!!)

uma coisa que aprendi recentemente não importa se você se inspirou em só uma roupa de outra arte ou quis copiar só a pose ou estilo de sempre créditos a essa pessoa!! (no meu caso vi em uma publicação do pinterest então não sei o artista original!! se você for o artista original obrigada por me inspirar!!)

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emeraldxphoenix · 2 days

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@cffidelityy continued from here

The god tips her head to one side, apparently thoughtful, though the expression on her face is teasing. “But Sig, darling, I am behaving.” A quirk of black painted lips. “I am exhibiting behaviour,” – a gesture with one beautifully manicured hand – “it’s hardly my fault you didn’t specify what kind it should be.”

#alas no female loki icons as of yet #also sorry loki is a pain #i was gonna say sometimes but they're a pain all the time lets be real #cffidelityy #v: i'm no sweet dream but i'm a hell of a night

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notthewriteryourelookingfor · 5 months

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Thinking about getting a hair straightener again cuz my hair has started mimicking Loki's in the Avengers (2012)

One side, perfectly fine, some volume at a weird place but overall fine.

Other side? The Christmas tree

And while Loki looks great in it, it's not the vibe I'm after

And that's not as bad as it gets that's what I was able to catch it.

#loki #if my cheeks werent so chubby i look a lot like a female loki #which i like tbh #he and Morticia Addams are style icons to me #but maybe he just needs a lil more meat on his bones and he'll look like me lol #mcu loki #loki hair #i dye my hair black even tho its dark brown cuz i think it looks great to me #even tho people cant tell when its grown out #i can tell #and its for me

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the-lekhika · 9 months

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I just want to reflect how much the Loki show ruined Loki as a character for me and how much disheartened I was with it.

I had always wanted a spinoff on him, which explored him more. And the Loki show did anything but that.

Do you guys remember how Loki was in Infinity War for like 5 minutes, yet Tom Hiddleston was at almost every media interaction the cast had? The same thing happened in the show as well. They used him to market the show, then sidelined him in his own show. I think that was unacceptable, because they used Loki as a bait to promote a character that I held no emotions for.

Sylvie.

The argument that one does not like Sylvie because they “hate a strong female character/a character with complex arcs” is so pathetic. I don’t think I would’ve liked Sylvie even if she had the most elaborate arc in the MCU (which she doesn’t) because it just wasn’t meant to be about her.

I wanted to see Loki’s story, his journey, and if you take this moment to interject with the statement that “she’s Loki too, just different”, then I say that I wanted to see our Loki, the one who was broken when he found out that he was the monster parents told their children about at night, the one who had plethora of iconic dialogues while fighting the avengers, who was killed only for us to realize that he wasn’t.

Everytime I said that we needed a Loki spinoff before it was announced was not because I wanted new characters, it was because I wanted to see more of the character that was already there, very much beloved by the fans. I wanted them to explore his character in a deeper sense and maybe dip a little into mythology as well.

I think Loki was one of those characters that neither needed a love interest nor was ready for one. I don’t ship him with either Sylvie or Mobius, because it feels like neither of them genuinely like Loki for who he is.

Loki had far more compelling things they could have explored like his jotun heritage, his trauma from the time with Thanos and his magic that is the only memory he has of Frigga instead of his love life.

The whole show felt like it was written by someone who wasn’t the least bit interested in Loki and barely looked into him before creating his female counterpart.

It feels like a disrespect for the fans who were connected to Loki on an emotional level.

Why am I saying this now, after like 2 years since the show came out?

I don’t know, after hearing the news about season 2 releasing in October, I just feel so upset. Tired. I hate this show much because it made Loki so irrelevant to me. A sidepiece in his own show. He went around in ugly costumes and all the regal vibes I had from him just disappeared.

I still remember a time when Loki was on the top of my favorite characters, and I loved him so much. I still do, but I’m not sure if I’ll watch the 2nd season and my 13 y/o self would hate me for this.

I’ve gotten detached from his character and I hate myself for it because Loki was someone whom I adored more than anything else in the fandom world.

Loki is that one character who is loved by the fanon but absolutely despised by the canon.

#pro loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #anti loki series #anti loki show #anti sylvie #anti sylki #anti mobius #anti lokius #loki deserves better #don't mind me #i'm just a very upset fan who loved loki #i think loki's character was done the most justice in thor the dark world and for some reason we overlook that movie #THAT film gave me the loki i wanted traumatized regal bitter and still proud and cunning

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happy74827 · 3 months

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All I Wanted Was You

[Thor Odinson x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Thor had always been there to protect you, save you, and love you… Until he couldn't.

WC: 3540

Category: Heavy Angst, Some hurt/comfort, mentions of Loki, Hela, and Heimdall {TW warning: Thanos and “evil squidward” — I know his name but I think Tony’s nickname is too iconic}

So I recently rewatched Infinity War, and of course watching Thor cry over losing literally everyone else he cares for in the first 15 minutes of the movie sparked my writer heart {finally} and after listening to Paramore we have this hot mess of angst (also why are all my Thor fics so angsty when he’s the definition of fluff?? I live for the drama I guess)

And just for the record, we don’t talk about the fact that I have thousands of requests and this isn’t even one of them 💀😭

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They say fear lies in the unknown. In the absence of facts and knowledge, the mind creates a world of illusions. If you believe your own fears, they become reality.

So what happens when the thing you fear the most is taken from you? When everything else falls to nothing? When the world is turned upside down?

You're left with a feeling that can only be described as the deepest pain imaginable.

You're left with nothing but your fear.

Your heart was racing so fast, and your breaths were short. You could feel every single muscle in your body tense up as the unnamed alien man dragged you further and further into the unknown.

The trip back to Earth, back to your sanctuary of a home, was nothing but a blur. After everything that had gone down within Asgard, including Asgard's destruction, all you could think about was your lover. Your other half.

Thor.

He was in pain, and not just physically. You had been separated due to his secretive, power-hungry sister, to where he’d left you alone with his kind-hearted people to find his father, only to disappear and leave you alone with the slaughtering of the Asgardians.

The people you’ve met that very day ended up slaughtered by Hela. Some took you by the hand, guiding and shielding you for protection against the God of Death and her henchmen. Others, you could tell, were more than just scared; they were terrified. The ones that were too slow or the ones that decided to fight back were killed within an instant.

You were no warrior. You were a simple, plain human who somehow caught the eye of the mighty Thor Odinson, and for some reason, he was in love with you.

So, while everyone else fought against Hela and her henchmen, you ran. Thor had left you there in assurance of your safety, thinking the search for his father with Loki, of all people, would be too risky for you, but in reality, you would have rather been with him. At least then, if you were to die, you could have been in the arms of the one you love.

Miraculously, you had survived the fall of Asgard and the escape from Surtur. You had no clue how. Maybe you were just lucky, or perhaps it was the grace of the Allfather. Even Heimdall, the man who saw everything, didn’t see you making it out alive.

But, when Thor had found you in the throne room cornered by some henchmen, it became a fact that Heimdall couldn’t see everything; after all.

The moment your eyes had met, the moment you heard the sound of metal against flesh, the moment his strong, powerful, protective arms wrapped around your fragile, vulnerable, weak form, and the moment his lips kissed the top of your head, you were safe.

Safe.

The only time you felt genuinely safe was when you were with Thor. His mere presence made you feel at ease. Like nothing could ever touch you or hurt you because he wouldn't let it.

He would protect you no matter the cost. He’d die for you, give his life for you, and go to the depths of Hell and back for you. He loved you, and that was something you could never understand.

Why would such a mighty god, a king, and a warrior want to love a simple human like yourself? A clumsy one at that.

You weren’t special in any way. You were ordinary.

But Thor, he was extraordinary.

The God of Thunder, a king and a warrior, a prince and a protector.

He was everything you were not.

It wasn't just the physical things that made him great, too, but the things that were inside.

Thor was a good man. A caring man. One who always thought about others and not himself.

Thor had his moments, yes, but no one is perfect. Not even a god. But the thing that made you love him, that made you want him, and the thing that made you feel safe was his heart.

That was the only part of him you could understand. The way he cared. The way he loved. The way he could make anyone smile. The way he could bring light to anyone's dark.

That's what makes a man a man. And that's why you loved him.

Even now, with one eye, a missing hammer, and a lost kingdom, he was still your everything.

And now you were reunited after being separated again. The only problem was the circumstances.

You and Thor had been in an intimate moment. The relief of having you back in his arms, the adrenaline pumping through your veins from surviving such a tragedy, had you both desperate.

He had pinned you against the wall, his hands brushing your hair away from your face to get a better look at you before he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss. He was always so gentle with you. The teasing and playful nips at your bottom lip were proof of that.

But the sudden sight of a ship out the large window you’d stared out of moments before the kiss broke your concentration.

Thor had pulled apart almost immediately, the feeling of his beard no longer tickling your face, but the heat of his breath and the sweet taste of his lips was still there.

It didn't take long before Thor was following your eyes, seeing for himself what had pulled you from him.

A sense of dread washed over you when you noticed how he tensed and his grip on your waist tightened. This wasn’t another Asgardian ship; no, this was something far more dangerous. You could tell by the look in Thor's eye, his non-missing eye.

Then, within seconds, he grabbed hold of your arm and yanked you out of the room. Your heart was pounding as you started yelling questions at him, trying to understand what was going on.

But, when he hit the button that sealed the room you were once in and shielded you within his arms, the panic started to set in.

That's when everything began to blur.

You remembered the sound of explosions. The tearing of metal. The screams. The smell of burning.

It all came crashing down.

Loki had come around the corner, and seeing his expression, it didn’t take much to realize what was going on.

If Loki, the God of Mischief and Lies, was terrified, then that meant something big was going down.

Thor was yelling orders, shouting commands. You could barely make out what he was saying, but you knew he was telling you to stay behind him.

Stay behind him.

Always stay behind him.

Then it changed to get the hell off the ship.

Then, to run.

Run.

The last thing you remember was looking back as you sprinted down the halls, seeing your love, your other half, the king, the prince, the protector, your Thor, fighting some creature with his bare hands.

His face was so determined. He wasn’t going down without a fight. You ran to where he had told you to go, the escape pods where Val was helping others into. You got there and saw her eyes. They were wide and full of worry.

Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.

The sound of an explosion brought you back to the present.

Val grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you toward a pod. You could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins and, your heart was racing so fast, and your breaths were short.

All you could think about was Thor. Where was he? Was he alright?

No.

He was not.

As soon as you entered the pod and Val had closed you in it, it was suddenly torn apart. The supposed sliding door had been ripped from its hinges.

The metal that you rested your back upon started to give, and the feeling of moving forward caused your heart to leap.

You were launched out and onto the floor.

It took a second to gain your bearings. You looked up and saw Val. She was fighting, and you were thankful to see her, but it was a short-lived relief.

The… thing she was fighting, the blue alien, grabbed hold of her and flung her across the ship. She landed somewhere near a pod and didn't move. You remembered screaming for her, but she didn't budge.

That's when the creature turned his attention to you.

You tried to move, but the metal that was supposed to hold the pod in place had you pinned.

You tried to pry the metal from your skin, but your weak and vulnerable body couldn’t break the bond.

The alien slowly moved towards you and, in a swift movement, had ripped the metal away.

He was so close, and you had no idea what was going on, who he was, or what his intentions were.

When you felt his large, rough, and cold hand wrap around the back of your neck, panic started to set in. You wanted to kick and scream, but all you could do was stare at the beast before you.

And thus, you were dragged away from the evacuation site and thrown into a separate area. You came to the conclusion that whoever this was, it seemed to be a metal bender or something similar due to his abilities.

All you saw was a demented blue face with squid-like features, staring down at you as he threw you around like a rag doll.

The fifth time he threw you, you landed roughly on the floor, causing your shoulder to make a loud crack noise and the pain to shoot through your body. Your hands landed on something soft, softer than the floor, and when you looked down, you realized the blue thing had thrown you into a room full of corpses.

But it wasn’t just any corpses. The one you had specifically landed upon had been the body of the man you had recently become close friends with, Thor’s friend, Heimdall.

Tears immediately pooled in your eyes, and your breathing became ragged. You tried to sit up and pull your body off of Heimdall in respect, but the pain shooting through your arm and back kept you frozen in place.

The lifeless eyes of the man who saw everything were open, and for once, he was staring at nothing. It was a haunting image.

The tears were now falling, and a sob escaped your lips. You wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. You wanted to scream and shout. You wanted to fight and claw at the alien that took until it bled. But all you could do was lay there, unable to move and weep.

Then, a voice caught your attention. It was deep, and it was coming from the alien that had brought you to this place.

His eyes were no longer focused on you, but they were somewhere else. He was talking to someone.

“Boss,” it spoke, his voice deep and gravelly. You couldn’t bear to look at the being. Not when you were face to face with the lifeless body of the gatekeeper. “There’s a human woman here. A pathetic one, no doubt, but one nonetheless. Should we end her? Or leave her to rot like the others?"

A silence filled the air, and you had no idea what was going on, who he was speaking with, or who was giving him instructions. You could’ve looked. You could have glanced up at the thing, and seen for yourself, but you too were afraid.

Your eyes remained glued to the golden ones that were once filled with light and wisdom.

There was silence, and then a loud, deep, thump. It had startled you, but it wasn't anything like the explosion of the ship, no, it sounded more like a boot or a shoe had come in contact with metal. But, it was loud enough to grab your attention.

You didn’t move. Your eyes didn't stray.

But, your body trembled in fear.

Suddenly, you heard his voice, and it sounded more terrifying than any sound that had echoed in the air prior. It was even deeper, and even more frightening than the other.

“I think not. We have use of her."

He had a deep and gravelly voice, but it was smooth. Calm. Almost friendly.

Then, a large, purple foot, appeared in your vision, and slowly, the purple being leaned down and stared at you. His gaze was strong, and piercing. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. You were too terrified to move, speak, or breathe.

Again, it wasn’t human. It was an alien. And a big one, at that.

He had no hair, only a helmet. His skin was purple and he wore strange looking clothing, including a golden glove that had both a bright purple stone and a blue one.

You’ve never seen such a creature before. You thought those dark elves were terrifying, but they were nothing compared to this man.

And for some reason, he was looking at you like you were an ant, and he was the boot that would crush you.

In fact, he was looking at you with pity, and it confused the hell out of you.

But, when his hand moved, and his fingers had touched the soft strand of your hair, you couldn't help but flinch.

The moment his fingers made contact with you, though, you heard a loud grunt. One that didn’t sound alienated or distorted. It was clear, and you could tell who it was, instantly.

Your head shot up, ignoring the pain in your arm, and the moment your eyes met his, everything stopped.

Everything.

It was Thor.

Your Thor. Your everything.

He was in front of you the entire time, and you had no clue.

The tears were falling. They were falling hard and fast, and you couldn’t stop them. And for once, it wasn’t because of relief.

Thor was encased with metal. His arms and legs were pinned by it. He was bleeding from his head, and he was covered in bruises.

He looked like hell and gave off the same energy.

He was struggling to free himself. That’s what the sounds were. The grunts, the heavy breathing, and the loud thumping. He was trying to get out of his prison to get to you. To save you.

The alien was staring down at you. His eyes were dark and intimidating, but his presence was even more so. He was the embodiment of terror.

Then, without any warning, he grabbed you by the throat.

It was an unexpected move. He had picked you up by the neck with just one hand. He had a grip so tight you couldn't breathe, and the pressure on your throat was unbearable.

You could hear Thor screaming. Yelling.

You could barely hear what he was saying. Your ears were ringing, and the pain of the hand wrapped around your throat was all you could focus on.

But, you could see him. You could see him perfectly.

You saw his blue eye and the patch that covered the missing one. You saw the stubble along his chin. The slight scar that was just below the patch. The wrinkles on his forehead.

You could see it all.

And the look of desperation and horror. It broke you.

You couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much.

Then, in the blink of an eye, you felt release.

You fell to the floor and started gasping for air. It was like the moment the alien released his grip on you, everything began again. The world, your thoughts, the chaos.

It was all there, and you couldn’t keep up.

“I see it now.” You heard the voice of the alien say. Your vision was blurry, and your eyes were still stinging from the tears, but you could make him out if only a bit.

He was now standing, towering over you, but he wasn’t looking at you. No, he was looking at Thor; his eyes were focused on the god, which sent a chill down your spine.

When dealing with Hela, you find yourself recovering with confidence. She could’ve easily killed you with a snap of her finger, but when she demanded your name, you had spat in her face and gave a smile.

Even though Thor wasn’t there at that moment, you somehow knew he’d be coming back to put an end to her, and you would be safe. It was like a sixth sense that came and made you stop panicking and running.

And, even though he technically didn’t put her down, he still was your knight in shining armor. It was the same with the dark elves and even with Loki.

They were all terrifying, yes, but somehow, you knew that Thor would save the day.

Now, though, it was different. You weren’t scared or panicked; no, you were terrified.

The fact that Thor was trapped and was physically in pain, the fact that Heimdall and more innocent Asgardians were lying on the floor, dead, and the fact that Loki was missing and Val was knocked unconscious, it had all hit you at once.

You felt like you were suffocating, and it only worsened when the alien spoke again.

“I was questioning why a mortal was amongst a group of Asgardians, how such a fragile being could survive so long among gods. I wondered, but I see it now. You have been blessed by one, and the last, of Odin's children."

The alien's attention was back on you, and the intensity of his gaze had you trembling. He was staring at you, looking through you, and reading you like a book.

"What a pitiful yet fortunate creature you are."

It was like the oxygen had been sucked from your lungs, and when he moved, you found yourself flinching and scooting backward.

He had leaned down again, and his large hand had grabbed the side of your face. The feeling of his skin on yours made your skin crawl, and the urge to vomit was growing.

Thor wasn’t having it. He was thrashing about; the metal that was encasing his body was bending and stretching with each move.

His cries of anger and the desperation in his eyes were heartbreaking. And it was only shut up by the alien who had taken you. A piece of metal flew to Thor’s mouth and held it in place, preventing him from yelling.

More grunts and muffled noises could be heard from the god, but you could no longer see him now. The purple man was blocking your view.

But, despite that, he was still talking to Thor.

"It is a shame, Thor Odinson. I take pity on the both of you, and I apologize, for it seems that fate has not been kind to either of you. But, we must make sacrifices. It is unfortunate that your beloved had to be one of them."

Then, suddenly, the alien turned his gaze back to you, and his dark eyes bore into yours. He was staring directly into your soul.

"Fear not, small child,” he said, his voice sounding almost calm. “You will not have to endure the pain and suffering as I did.”

The words that left his mouth did not give you comfort. It was quite the opposite.

Thor came back into your viewpoint as the purple man had moved, and when your eyes met his, all you saw was a mixture of panic and despair.

Thor's expression had you feeling a type of way. You could feel your stomach sink.

You weren’t dumb. You were far from it.

You knew where this was going, and your mind was screaming, screaming for you to do something, anything.

Run.

Fight.

Scream.

Just do something.

But all you did was stare. Stare at the man that you loved. The man that loved you. The man who had saved you countless times.

But he couldn’t save you now, even when you cried out his name in a soft voice, that frail, humane part of you begging him with your eyes to stop this from happening.

To stop it from hurting.

He couldn’t.

All he could do was look at you, look as you were taken. Look as you were pulled away from him.

All he could do was stare and scream.

It was the loudest, most horrific sound you had ever heard. It was worse than the explosion.

It was worse than anything.

It was the cry of a man who had just lost the last thing that gave him purpose.

It was the sound of a god being torn to pieces.

And it was all because of you.

That was the last thing you heard. That was the last image that burned itself into your brain.

The sound of Thor and his desperate screams was the last thing you remembered.

Everything after that was darkness.

No memories, no thoughts, nothing.

Just darkness.

All he wanted was you.

All he needed was you.

And now, all he had left was the memory of you: that and his broken heart.

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sixpossumsinaclownsuit · 28 days

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Just remembered something:

In all the talk about "drag queens will make your kids trans!" Or "queer media will make your kids trans!" (All of which isn't true), those aren't the reason I became trans.

I was already icky with the idea of being a "girl" and growing up to be a "woman" and being bound to the concepts of "female." Then I watched Good Omens, saw Crowley exist as a man and a woman, saw Beelzebub be whatever tf they are (iconic), and my little high school brain said "that! I want to be that!!"

I had also by now read Neil Gaiman's Norse Mythology, and had read how (more than once) Loki shape-shifted into being a woman (technically one time he was a female horse but that's besides the point).

So remember, kids: drag queens and gay Disney characters won't make your kids trans, Neil Gaiman will.

[[Brief interlude: Obviously, I never 'became' trans, I simply found an identity that suited me more, and started making changes in my life that made me more comfortable with who I am. So, to make it very clear by being literal in a side note (I'm autistic), this is almost entirely satire, as a dramatization of how I identified with nonbinary]]

Honorable Mentions: Terry Pratchett, and Rick Riordan: who wrote the genderfluid child of Loki in Magnus Chase, and was the first ever time I'd heard of the concept.

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🎄₊ ⊹ ~֒ a christmas surprise

pairing: loki laufeyson x female reader

universe: mcu (marvel cinematic universe)

word count: 0.5k words

cw: domestic christmas fluff

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The house is filled with Christmas decorations — ornaments on the artificial tree, luminous lights hanging from the ceiling, and instrumental Christmas melodies surrounding the room — all part of your surprise. Loki claims that he has never celebrated Christmas, however, you, on the other hand, has never missed one day of it. You wanted Loki to experience the warm and merry feelings that fill your heart as you celebrate the iconic holiday.

Suddenly, the entrance door creaks open, causing you to turn towards the sudden disturbance. You smile warmly when your eyes lay on the god of mischief stepping into the house.

“Merry Christmas, love.” You get up from the couch, heading in Loki’s direction.

As Loki closes the door behind him, he admires the unusual additions his girlfriend added to their house. It was nothing he had ever laid his eyes on before. “Darling, what is all this? I thought I already explained this to you on multiple occasions—I do not participate in the celebration of Christmas.”

When he meets your gaze, you promptly respond to his question. “I know, but, I just wanted you to have the opportunity to experience this holiday. Even if it’s just this one time.” You place your hands on the side of his arms, rubbing them gently.

He smiles gratefully at you, seemingly delighted with this unexpected surprise. “Oh, alright. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try. Especially since you participate in the damn thing.”

You chuckle lightly at his response, relieved and thrilled that you get to spend this Christmas with the person who matters the most in your life.

“So, how shall we begin? I heard that you receive presents. I sincerely hope that presents are involved.”

You giggle at his amusement. “Yes, in fact, there are giving and receiving of gifts. But, we’re still going to do that later.”

Loki frowns at you, giving you a disappointed look. “But that’s the only reason why I’m interested in the absurd holiday!”

“Aww, be patient, love. I promise you that we’ll get there later.”

“How about we do it now?”

“Loki, no!”

“Okay, fine.” 3… 2… 1. “Now?”

“Really, Loki?”

Suddenly, Loki leans in for a quick yet passionate kiss, not even letting you kiss him back. He pulls away, leaving you in shock.

“Now?”

You glare at him flustered and surprised, completely unable to respond from the sudden kiss.

“Darling, I need you functioning to be able to answer me.”

You finally let out a sigh, staring at your desperate boyfriend. He was the God of Mischief, after all — with a touch of romance that only you got to enjoy.

“Okay, how about this: we drink some hot chocolate by the fireplace, maybe listen to some Christmas songs, and then we can get to the gifts. Sound good to you?”

“Hmm.. fine. But no more any longer than that.”

“Okay, I promise.”

You both grin at one another, embracing each other’s presence. You lean in for a tender kiss, Loki finally letting you kiss him back. Your arms instinctivelu wrap around his neck as he pulls you in from the waist.

As you pull away, you connect your foreheads together, silently treasuring this special moment and the moments to come after.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, my princess.”

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found this old fic lying around (in fact it was my first ever loki fanfic), so I decided to post it bc I’m running out of content.

likes and reblogs are vv appreciated.

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musclesandhammering · 11 months

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I like the idea of pre-canon Loki being an icon to asgardian minority groups.

Like, the queer community in Asgard? Love him to death. Particularly the trans community. They look up to them so hard.

Little asgardian girls hero-worshipping loki in her female form, because not only is she a female warrior who reminds them of a Valkyrie, but she’s also a sorcerer and a princess.

Asgardians who don’t fit the traditional asgardian standard of beauty being obsessed with Loki cause he looks nothing like his family or the people around him but he’s still confident and hot as hell.

Asgardian witches (independent magic users) after centuries of persecution suddenly feeling so seen and represented because there’s a witch in the royal family (Frigga doesn’t count, she works for the government).

Asgardian commoners feeling slightly less invisible because the younger prince is kind to them and spends more time mingling in the smaller villages than the rest of the royal family who hang out in the palace.

Non-Asgardians who have been wary of Asgard because of their suffocating military presence for eons, feeling just a tiny bit more at ease because the second prince likes sneaking off-world and exploring other realms and meeting other people all the time.

After the truth about his heritage comes out sometime post-TDW, non-Asgardians living in Asgard (like Hogun for example) feel oddly comforted by the fact that a member of a persecuted race is part of the ruling family.

#I just feel like the majority of the palace staff and nobles didn’t like loki #but the little people. the overlooked people.#they definitely loved him #because he was so out of place and they could all relate to that #loki headcanon #mcu Loki #loki meta #kinda #Thor 2011

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worldseer · 23 days

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

Oh lord, top ten of ALL media I loved? Fuckin' hell. Alright, just to cheat, I'm choosing to do this in no particular order and sticking to one media because I frankly do not have the capacity to process top favorites all at once. TOP TEN OF MARVEL COMICS/MCU IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier - Heavily relate to his issues, I've been told I look like him, and overall I love his character. Been obsessed with his character for years now, and I want nothing more than for him to be happy.

Moon Knight/Mark Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley - Steven Grant is heavily relatable to me, and Moon Knight in general has always been interesting to me. I learned about the character before the show itself, and even his design itself draws me in. I'm a sucker when his cape makes the crescent shape too.

Ghost Rider - Nonspecific simply because all the Ghost Riders I know are badasses. If I had to be a hero/have the powers of any Marvel character, I'm choosing this one. Love the idea of the character, and wish it gets a good adaptation for film/tv show soon

Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner - Gender Envy. Also heavily relate to him because of similar issues. Consistently struggle if I want to be him or be with him.

Gambit/Remy LeBeau - I love a sarcastic man with a bit of fruitiness, and a smug ass face. Also his powers are interesting as well, and he's frankly a genius for using playing cards as his usual weapon (mass produced and several on hand).

Spider-Man - Also nonspecific, since I grew up on watching Spider-Man cartoons so I love Peter Parker, but also after ATSV I've gained an interest in Miguel O'Hara as well. Peter in the comics always has my heart however, some of the lines he has in them are iconic as hell.

Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto - He's a villain I can't ever hate, and probably has the second power I'd choose if I had to choose a power from a Marvel character. I too would cause mass destruction if it meant that me and people like me would stop fucking yknow- being killed and persecuted. And bro is (usually) old as fuck as he does this, still kicking ass.

Matt Murdock/Daredevil - Once again, relate due to similar issues. Also what's more funny than a sarcastic lawyer going out to beat the shit out of criminals every night? Plus it's a bit unfair that he looks hot beat up. . . iykyk.

Wade Wilson/Deadpool - Self explanatory.

Loki Laufeyson - Similar thing to Bucky and Kurt: obsessed with character for years and a part of me wants to be them. Might have kickstarted my discovery into being nonbinary honestly now that I think about it. . .

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magicalcrystalsproject · 2 years

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Loki In My AU💚

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#loki laufeyson #loki (marvel)#loki fanart #loki genderfluid #loki of asgard #kid loki #loki agent of asgard #loki x female reader #loki x reader #loki x f!reader #loki x gender neutral reader #loki headcanon #loki icons #magical crystals project #marvel fanfic series #Spotify

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emeraldxphoenix · 2 months

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@omniishambles continued from here

She’s losing her touch. That’s the only explanation, the only conceivable way this mortal managed to seize the advantage for long enough to dump an entire can of disgustingly sweet liquid all over her boots while she slept. Sure, she’s been pranked by Thor before, but the thunderer is at least her equal, and has had centuries to learn her ways; being caught off-guard by Peter Quill is nothing short of humiliating.

“Watch your words ‘Star Lord’, before you learn to regret them,” she snarls, taking an intimidating step into his personal space. “Or have you forgotten that I am a god?” Long fingers extend and emerald shimmers around them, pulling into existence a small swarm of bees who take an immediate interest in Peter. Another roar of laughter from behind her – apparently everything about this situation is hilarious to Thor – and with a further pulse of magic, Loki transfers the mess on her boots to her brother’s. Let the bees enjoy that.

#glamour: k.atie m.cgrath #since loki is female today but i don't have female icons #this entire scenario is highly chaotic and i love it #omniishambles #v: i was born with a spirit running wild; i've got to go on further than i've ever gone #scheduled :)

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xalygatorx · 5 months

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Worthy (2015) | Chapter 3, "Chosen"

Disappearing sporadically in public spaces quickly becomes Cora Dempsey's least concerning problem when suddenly she captures the attention of the forming Avengers Initiative, the World Security Council, and Asgard's fallen prince all in one week. And the universe is only just getting started with her.

Worthy is a slow-burn SFW Marvelverse (films) romance between Loki and a female OC. For additional details on what canon is used, see the Prologue post.

Summary: Cora disappears again, this time with some help. The Initiative operatives are at a loose end again, but Clint’s perceptiveness has gained them some extra information. Cora confronts her captor and learns a few things about the hammer.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!OC

Warnings: Superhero movie levels of action; kidnapping; Loki chokes Cora to render her unconscious just prior to the kidnapping bit

Word Count: 2.4k

Cora panted from her run, but didn't back down from the men who had pursued her, and who were now regarding her with more than just uncertainty. At least, the bowman was; she couldn't see Tony Stark's expression behind the iconic mask and Steve was too deeply plastered behind him in the rock at the moment for her to even guess at what he might be thinking.

She watched Tony peel himself from his imprint before stumbling forward, sparking a bit at the joints. "Is… Ugh," he clutched his head before shaking it quickly. "Is she allowed to do that?"

Clint could hear Coulson asking questions in his ear and then Fury loudly demanding what the hell was going on, but he ignored it, simply in a state of shock. "This isn't possible…"

He had a feeling Steve was unconscious from the hit he'd taken and now with the mythological hammer no longer on their side, they were severely outnumbered. Clint was well aware that if it had knocked Captain America out cold, it'd render him comatose at best.

Cora was shaking slightly, afraid the nicer agent, Steve, might've been severely injured or even killed from impact. Sick to her stomach, she started to step forward, but froze when she felt a change in the air; the temperature had dropped by a few degrees and an unearthly stillness swept over the immediate area. The bowman seemed to notice it, too; he looked around warily and reached back for one of his arrows. Or maybe he'd just opted to kill her.

Before either of them could figure out what exactly the next course of action would be, Cora sensed someone nearby, the strange presence ambiguous and diffused around the crater before it suddenly concentrated behind her and she felt a pair of steely arms haul her back against an equally hard body, the both of them fading out into limbo before she could muster an open reaction.

A large hand moved up to press to her mouth before she could loose the yelp of distress that hitched in her throat. She heard a small "hm" of contemplation above her head before she was simply tugged off her feet despite her struggling, waltzed out of the crater, and successfully separated from the SHIELD operatives. But at what cost?

She growled testily and tried to swing the hammer back at him, but he kept her arms held tightly down. "Sleep," he muttered frustratedly when she didn't stop making things just a little more difficult for him, and he cut off her airways just enough that she passed out in his hold. "So fragile," he noted with open disgust before tying the leather loop at the base of the hammer around her wrist and tossing her over his shoulder.

Back at the crater, Clint blinked in disbelief. Had she done her trick again? No, there had been someone else there. Very briefly. She'd looked too shocked to have done it herself and she'd skidded backward just before disappearing.

Somewhere through the nearly closed portal in the clouds, Thor watched Clint approach the spot where Cora had been just a moment before, a look of shock on his own face; not because she'd been able to lift the hammer only he, his father, and the blacksmiths who had forged it had ever been able to move, but because of the aura that had flooded the area just before she'd vanished.

"I know that magic," he murmured under his breath, still shreds of equal parts hope and dread on his face as he turned away from the opening that finally snapped shut behind him, striding past Heimdall's knowing gaze and back toward the palace.

Clint frowned faintly, but shook his head, putting the arrow he'd extracted back in his quiver before tapping the bud in his ear. "Still there, Phil?"

"Yes, but could you not smack the earpiece? Sends a lot of feedback my way."

Clint stopped, glancing toward the sky to see that the wormhole had closed. Before Coulson could ask, Clint murmured honestly, "I don't know what the hell is going on, all I can report is that we lost her again."

"What happened?" he asked and it sounded as if Fury had asked the same question in unison, which drew a sigh from Agent Barton's lungs.

"I think… I think that would be best explained once we get back to headquarters, sir." Hearing a groan from the indent in the rock, Clint walked over and peered in. "Agent Rogers, report?"

"I'm fine," Steve replied with a small wince as he started to make his way out of the dry ground. "I would've been fine anyway, but this took most of the impact." He tapped his shield, which was still positioned across his back before he took a look around. "So, she's gone?"

"Yeah," Clint said, frowning as he heard Fury now demanding how in the world Steve had even possibly been less than all right, only with a much more colorful variation of word choice. He wasn't surprised; the iconic hero was amped up with all the strength, agility, and endurance a non-mutated human body could muster; he wasn't someone who could be taken down by just anybody. "As I said, we'll explain everything once we're back."

He started to ask Tony if he was good to go, but realized he'd already shot off, going high into the air and glancing down at the surrounding area before coming back down outside the crater and murmuring, "Take back the suit, JARVIS." The suit started to shift away from his form before clustering and hurtling upward, then backtracking to where it'd come from earlier. Tony looked a bit shaken up, a bit pissed, too, but no worse for wear. He started walking back toward town, leaving Steve and Clint to follow.

Once the two had gotten out of the crater and glanced back over the sheer size of it a moment, Steve looked at Tony, who was about ten yards ahead of them. "So we ended up with a lot of hurt pride and no girl. What even happened back there?"

"Know much about Norse mythology?"

Steve looked thoroughly perplexed by that as he and Clint continued walking back toward Clarkdale's outskirts. "Um… No, I guess I don't."

Clint gave a very half-hearted smirk before noting, "Well, you will."

When Cora slowly resurfaced into consciousness, she felt strangely airborne with a solid pressure against her belly, soon realizing the heat in her head was because she was hanging upside down. She gave a small grunt and weakly brought her untethered fist down on his back just before she felt his hold shift, which was the only warning she got before she was spilled to the ground, wincing as already-sore limbs were bruised. The hammer tied to her arm hit the floor with a metallic thud and she looked at it with wide, startled eyes, the ancient etchings across the head glinting in the sparse sunlight.

Swallowing against a dry throat, Cora glanced up, only half expecting to see the desert crater around her again. She wondered if maybe they'd had some covert operative sneak up on her and get her when she wasn't looking or something, but she hadn't seen anyone else with them and she certainly wasn't where she'd been before. Her eyes fell upon concrete walls and floors, along with shelves of boxes and assorted baubles. They appeared to be in some kind of warehouse and—by the amount of dust littering the contents—she doubted anyone had been there in a long time.

"What are you?"

She tensed, her jaw taut with apprehension as she slowly turned to look at who had spoken: a man of great height with black hair barely touching his broad shoulders and uniquely chiseled features housing eyes the color of vivid pines. He wore strange clothes of emerald and black with what looked like an armored exterior, but that was the least of her concern. Cora's brow creased a little in regard to his offhand question. "Excuse me?"

"I said," the man murmured with his nonexistent patience swiftly decreasing as he looked down his nose at her. "What. Are. You."

"I'm tired. And hungry. And all kinds of things, all leaning toward pissed," she noted with impatience of her own as she glared up at him, her anger renewing her bravery.

"'Pissed'?"

"Mad."

A fissure formed between his own brows at what he saw as impertinence, but he did look down at her with slightly altered consideration. "And which one of those has made it possible for you to wield that hammer?"

"I'd place my bets on the anger," she noted and he seemed to find that amusing in a way not hedged in any way toward humor; he was sardonic with every move and every quirk of his smirking mouth.

"Think you that you have a god's wrath?" he whispered daringly and for the first time she noticed that his crossed arms bore hands clenched into fists. She took that into account as she remained silent. "For that equivalent alone could only reach this weapon's worth, now I will ask one last time: what are you?"

"A… A Californian?"

He frowned, not having expected that. "There is no such realm."

"It's a state. In the US. Here."

He paused heavily, his eyes narrowing before he murmured, "You…are mortal."

"Uhm, yes?"

There was a pause before he scoffed softly and shook his head. "A mortal using… There must be a mistake." The man leaned forward and reached a pale hand toward Cora's, which rested on the hammer.

"No way," Cora muttered and she tugged it away from his reach, turning around and scrambling back a few paces now that her instincts had overridden the shock. "How did I get here and who are you?"

"Stay still or let go of the relic," he growled quietly as he advanced on her.

"Answer my damn questions!" she retorted, getting up and positioning the weapon, ready to swing it if she had to.

He paused and seemed to weigh his options with narrowed eyes holding glimmers of hurt pride and aggravation as the looked between her and the hammer in question. "I will make you a deal. I will answer the questions you've already presented… And you let me see that. Agreed?" Cora considered this very uncertainly, but before she could agree or attempt to disagree, he added, "I do not intend to use it on you. It is a simple test."

Cora pursed her lips and muttered, "Start talking."

He could do little to hide the fury that seemed to roil in him, but made good on his word. "You are here," he gritted softly, "because I brought you here."

"Where is 'here'?"

"That is not of importance and not something you asked."

Cora squinted suspiciously and, after a moment, murmured, "You don't even know where we are, do you?"

He glared at her before admitting, "I have not been to this realm more than a couple of times before."

"Why is everything a 'realm' with you?" Cora asked, slightly relaxing her stance as she realized he didn't seem to be threatening her. At least, not at the moment. His height was a bit intimidating for her though; she was used to being amongst the tallest in the room.

"Everything is a realm, mortal," he pointed out as if she were stupid before presenting his hand for the hammer.

Cora looked at it before asking warily, "What exactly is your test…?"

"We shall both find out once you hold up your end of the bargain," he noted, not looking terribly excited over what might follow. It seemed to be more of a confirmation of something he already knew.

Against her much better judgment, Cora loosed the knot of the cord around her wrist and angled the handle toward him, releasing her hold upon the hammer once he had a grip on it. To her utter shock, the muscular man in front of her plummeted to bend toward the ground, the hammer digging into the dirt with his fingers still latched around it.

"As I said," he gritted, giving it a good pull before giving up. It hadn't even twitched, even with as much force as he'd put upon it just then.

"What…," Cora murmured with wide eyes. "What did you do?"

"It is nothing I did," he snapped as he straightened back up and rubbed a tiny amount of dust off his hands, which had risen up with the hammer's rejection. "Now pick it up."

"If you can't even manage it, how do you—"

"You could before," he interrupted. "So do it again."

Cora gave the hammer a doubtful glance before bending down and taking the handle, pulling up with all her might only to nearly fall on her ass when it came up as reasonably as the first time she'd lifted it. She caught herself on the wall behind her, but barely, and looked down at the hammer with a bewildered expression. "But…"

"Just as I expected," he murmured more to himself than to her with a look of pure exasperation and jealousy, as if whatever was going on was extremely ironic.

"Why is… I sound crazy, but why is it doing that?"

The man looked at her fleetingly, seeming to measure her up again before he turned his back to her. "Stay here."

"Hey, wait! I don't even know where 'here' is and you want me to just—"

He didn't look back at her, just kept moving, his cloak fluttering faintly. "You will stay here, as I said. Stray and I will only bring you back."

"Why?" Cora demanded.

"Because, mortal, as trifling as it is, I can use this oddity of yours to my advantage," he told her. "And in turn, those agents will have lost your scent. Doesn't that sound preferable?"

Cora said nothing for a moment until she saw him start to fade out. She'd not been sure earlier if it had been her power that had pulled them from visual existence, but now she was certain that he'd been the one to make them disappear, which caused even more questions to rise up to her lips. Maybe he knew a way she could manage her power, if that's what it was. "My name isn't 'mortal,' it's Cora. And you never answered my other question."

Once more, his bored, condescending eyes slanted down to her, and he only said, "I am Loki, of Asgard," before disappearing into thin air.

Next chapter: Chapter 4, "The Lightning & the Storm"

#loki laufeyson #loki x fem!oc #loki x oc #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki fluff #thor odinson #thor movies #thor the dark world #avengers #marvel cinematic universe #angst with a happy ending #slow burn

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