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pics-and-fanfics · 1 year
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Dreams (part 1??)
Pairing: Loki x Faerie!Fem!Reader
Warnings: nightmares, mentions of death, mentions of arranged marriage, reader is scared.
Summary: Your nightmares wake you up yet again, and you go to Frigg for advice, terrified for the future of Asgard, but mostly your husband.
a/n: idk if i wanna make another part of this, which is why theres question marks. also, i fixed my links! so now you can properly go to the story/chapter on both mobile and pc, so have fun! ❤️
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You laughed, running down the winding paths and sprinting down the narrow cobblestone. Your bare feet slapped on the stones, the rare pebble digging into your feet and making you wince, but you kept laughing.
You look back in front of you, and now you’re in the forests, the sounds of battle all around you. You look down, and your dress is gone, replaced with your battle armor.
No. No no no no no no no! No no no no no!
This can’t be happening again!
“Y/N! Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU?!” Loki’s voice was anxious, just barely loud enough to hear over the sounds of the battle going on around you.
Draugr swarmed everywhere like a virus, killing and almost seeming to multiply just as fast as they got cut down.
You couldn’t move, you were paralyzed in fear. Breathing was supposed to be easy, yet you could neither gasp in nor scream out. The air was thick with the sounds of screaming and the smell of blood.
“Y/N! Y/N!”
You whip your head around, then finally let out a scream when you saw one of the Draugr running towards you.
Right as you should have been impaled by the Draugr’s sword, Loki appears in front of you, hands on your shoulders, looking you over.
“Darling, are you alright? Are you hurt?”
Your heart pounds as you struggle for words, seeing the sword in his stomach.
“Darling? Wha-” Loki looked down, and you watch as blood starts to pour from the wound as the sword is removed.
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You gasp, sitting up in bed, heart pounding and tears in your eyes. You look around you, seeing Loki next to you in the bed. You take a deep breath, trying to stifle your cries, covering your mouth with your hand.
“It’s alright, it was just a nightmare, Y/n. He’s fine, everything’s fine, nobody’s dead, nothing happened.” you mutter to yourself, sliding out of the bed. You grab your dressing robe from where you had tossed it on the bench at the bottom of your bed, slipping it on.
Quietly, you grab the candelabrum on the wardrobe, making sure that your robe was cinched shut before quickly lighting the candles and stepping out into the hall.
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As you stare at the door in front of you, you find yourself grateful that Odin was on a trip to another realm for a peace treaty. Taking a deep breath, you knock softly on the door.
The door opens, revealing Frigg, and you try to smile.
“Lady Y/n? Is something wrong dear? Did Loki-“
“Oh, no. I- I just- I need to talk to you. I’m fine-“ Even you wouldn’t believe yourself, your voice was cracking and you probably looked a mess, in your nightclothes and robe.
“Come in, dear. Would you like some tea?”
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Loki rolled over, yawning, reaching for you. You weren’t there. He bolted up, looking at your side of the bed, empty. When he put his hand on your pillow, it was slightly warm, like you had been gone for a while.
“Y/n?” Loki got out of the bed, calling your name as he walked to the bathroom, hoping you were in there and hadn’t lit any candles so as to not disturb him, but you weren’t there either.
Loki started to panic, lighting the candles in the room, his heart pounding. Your robe wasn’t on the bench, and the candelabrum wasn’t on the wardrobe.
Harsh cries split through the night air, and Loki looked over at the rocker, Hela safe inside. Loki smiled, grabbing his daughter carefully, kissing her forehead. She’d grown so fast, she was only 6 months old and she was already starting to crawl and talk.
“Shhhhhh, Hela, it’s okay.” he whispered, rocking the baby back and forth. She had your smile, which he was reminded of every day.
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“I’ve been having the same dreams for months now. I’m scared, I don’t know what to do.” You broke down in Frigg’s arms, tears rolling down your face.
After you stopped crying, you sat up, wiping at your face, sniffing. You smile at Frigg, accepting the tissue she handed you, blowing your nose.
“Do you feel better?” You’d been asked the same question hundreds of times, but the only times it was said with kindness was when it came from Frigg or Loki. You nodded, and she smiles at you.
You start describing the recurring nightmares you’ve had for weeks, the dreams of Loki dying in front of you, Hela dying in your arms, Asgard in flames as you held your small daughter in your arms, dreams of the palace going up in flames as you ran through the woods, and tonight’s dream of sweet memories turning to war.
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Loki carefully set Hela down in her rocker, now peacefully asleep. He grabbed a candle, throwing on his robe and set out of your shared room, looking for you.
His first stop was at Thor’s room. He pounded on the door, knocking until it opened, revealing his brother.
“What is your problem, Loki? It’s-“
“I can’t find Y/n.” Loki says, glaring at his brother.
“What? You think she’s in here?” Loki watched as Thor rubbed his face, yawning. “I have no interest in your wife, brother.”
“Don’t try to twist this around-“
“Why would I want your wife? She’s happy with you.”
“She was supposed to marry you, or did you forget?”
“I was never interested in her, Loki. It was arranged. It wasn’t out of love, it was to make the kingdom stronger. That’s it. Besides, I was the one who backed out. She couldn’t. I saw how much happier she was with you, and I didn’t want any drama. You already make enough of it, I didn’t want more.”
Loki glared at Thor, who rolled his eyes, opening the door further, allowing him in. “She probably just went to the bathroom.”
“Do you think I’d be in here if she was? I checked.”
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“That’s- a lot, dear.”
“I’m scared of what it could mean. They’ve never been wrong. I- I don't-“ Frigg held you as you broke down once more, tears running down your face.
Your dreams always hinted at the millions of possibilities for the future. The more frequent a dream or nightmare, the more likely it was too happen.
You didn’t want these to happen, but they’d been plaguing your dreams for months now. You were terrified.
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Ik y’all are still waiting for part 15 of Drugs of love, love of drugs, but for some reason I just don’t wanna do it 🫤 Sorry! I’m trying to, and I’m slowly getting more written, but my brain is rejecting the hyperfixation that was only 2 months ago my favorite obsession.
Anyways, how’d you like this? I’m doing something a lil different, wanna see if y’all like my Norse mythology stories, not just Marvel fics. Lemme know if u wanna be added or removed from tags, and lemme know what y’all thought of this!
Love you! ❤️
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teahmugs01 · 1 year
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‘Tis Good by teahmugs01
-A little paining of a couple from the summertime.-
I’m open for commissions if you are interested, please send me an ask ^^
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pokelackaacademy · 1 month
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gibbearish · 6 months
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love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking
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lisafahrenheit · 1 year
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been thinkin about how my ethics professor back in undergrad was like.
look. there’s no such thing as perfect altruism. you’ll always get something out of helping or being kind to others, whether it’s a stronger relationship or returned kindness or just the feeling of having done good. there’s nothing inherently bad about getting something from doing good either, especially since it’s completely unavoidable. people being rewarded for putting love into the world doesn’t make the world a worse place. so just do as much good as you can and don’t worry about being “selfless” while doing it, because being truly selfless is in fact impossible.
and like man did that take the pressure off of Being A Good Person!! you’re allowed to enjoy helping people! you’re allowed to be kind without worrying that you’re maybe secretly just doing it for yourself!! it’s okay if you are doing it for yourself because you’re still being kind to others!!!!!
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but it ain’t called love without a little tragedy 🍁
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tim "faking" a bicycle accident to get his neighbor to come help him, based on @upswings's post, which gripped me by the throat the moment i read it
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Fishy Business 🐟
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posting this with absolutely no context
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WIP peek at the hugging werewolves ♥
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[previous]
This isn’t saying you shouldn’t write bad or sad stories or anything, but from Gaster’s perspective as a character in those stories of course he’d want “happy” endings, haha.
But anyway, I kept telling you guys that when Handplates was over I would tell you. Well... here we are. After seven long years, here we are.
When I started I never thought I’d make it. To be honest, it doesn’t feel real to me at all. My brain still expects to do another page in about two weeks as it always does. I assume it’ll take a while to sink in. There’s a lot to say but this post is already incredibly long (sorry), so it’s probably suited to its own post.
But for all of you out there who read this story, whether you were there from the beginning or just came in now, thank you so much. And for all of you that were inspired by this comic, who created things for it, who blessed me with so many amazing gifts of art and fic and music and dubs and videos and so much more... I don’t know how to thank you enough. I never dreamed that an idle idea could have come this far or had such an impact on my life and so many people, but it did.
I kind of feel at a loss for words... again it’s very surreal. But I will say that Gaster wondering whether the kid is an actual human or not has an unintended level to it since my avatar is a fox but it’s TOO LATE NOW I GUESS lol.
( About how it’s a long, long, long journey that we’ve been on And it’s a long long long story that shall be told And it’s a long long day, and we’ve come a long long way But there’s still a long way to go
It’s a long long long way It’s a long long strong way It’s a long long long way Forward - [x] )
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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (2022–) “Driftmark” written by Ryan Condal & Kevin Lau
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i've seen a few people theorize that redcanary is this universe's jonah magnus host because of the whole "canaries should stay above ground" thing and the objectively funny thing about this theory is that it implies that jonah magnus knows how to post. it implies he logged into redcanary's account post-possession (unless they were already logged in), took an image of their torn out eyes, managed to upload that image into the right thread, captioned it, and then posted it.
he might be 200 years old but by god my girl knows how to blog!!!
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