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child-of-the-sea-and-sky · 2 years

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Family Tree

Okay so Silver’s family is kind of really important to her story so I thought it’d be a good idea to give y’all an idea of her family. (the names make more sense when you remember that this character and her family is basically an AU of an AU of a cross over of like four fandoms that I started 7 years ago)

Silver’s family, The Frosts, are an old money family from Gotham. They’re not as rich as say the Waynes but they’re definitely in those same types of circles.

(also yes I will go more into what Shadow Weavers are later, still feel free to send me any questions in the mean time!)

Grandparents: Odin and Freya Frost

Silver isn’t especially close with her grandparents, they’re the leaders of her family but she’s always been sort of distant with them, it doesn’t help that she and Jack are both bastards with a mother very few people even know the name of. Silver’s father Odin is actually a member of a group known as the Dawn Bringers, I’ll get into this more in the worldbuilding post i have planned but the general idea is that the Dawn Bringers are a group that for centuries have been hunting down Shadow Weavers (and other metas as well but especially Shadow Weavers) because they view them as being inhuman monstrous demons. Silver and most of her family don’t realize that her grandfather is one of them until much later on.

Parents: Loki Frost and Night (last name unknown)

Night is a powerful Shadow Weaver meta like Silver is, she’s the only other Shadow Weaver Silver knows for most of her life. Unlike Silver who can not only manipulate shadows but also use her shadows to heal, teleport, and cause nightmares/daydreams, Night can only manipulate shadows. Silver heavily takes after her mother in appearance, the two look almost identical except for their hair and eye color. (Night has gray eyes and black hair while Silver has brown hair and green eyes). Night has been cut off from her own family well before Silver is born and refuses to contact with them, making that side of her family a giant question mark for Silver.

Loki Frost is an almost completely normal human, the almost is because he’s what’s known as a Shadow Weaver’s (Night’s to be specific) protector. I’ll go into this a bit more but essentially it means that Night’s powers have no effect on him and being in physical contact with him helps Night “recharge” her powers faster then they would if she was on her own, it’s a big deal among Shadow Weaver’s (and seen as a sort of soul mate type thing) and most Shadow Weaver’s don’t meet their protectors until well into adulthood if ever. It’s also not really seen as a romantic thing either, most of the time it’s seen more platonic or familial, sort of like Parabati from Shadowhunters. (also yes he is modeled after MCU Loki appearance wise)

Uncles: Thor and Baldur Frost

Silver has two uncles, both older brothers of her father.

Baldur is the oldest with Thor being the middle child of the three. The two of them aren’t really huge factors in her story so I don’t really have much to add here.

Siblings (in order of oldest to youngest): Fenris, Hel, Jormungandr “Jorgie”, Slepneir, Jokul “Jack”

Quick note with the siblings: Most of them are actually half siblings to each other, same dad different moms; Fenris, Hel and Jormungander all have the same mom while Slepneir has a different mom and Jack and Silver also have a different mom, Jack and Silver are the only one’s who’s mom is kept a secret, they’re also the only one’s who’s mom was never married to Loki. Fenris, Hel, and Jorgie’s mom died, Slepneir’s mom left Loki, and Night technically left and then died later but literally only Silver knows that last bit.

Fenris is the oldest, he’s also Silver’s protector just like Loki was Night’s (okay not just like ofc). He, Jack, Night, and Loki are the only people who know about Silver’s powers for years. He takes after his father in appearance, aside from his hazel eyes where Loki’s are green. He’s known for being athletic and fiercely protective of his younger siblings, he’s also incredibly smart and was the one to make Silver her Dampner bracelet as well as most of the tools she uses as Shadow. He’s about the same age as Dick Grayson (so about four years between him and Silver as she’s about the same age as Jason). In fact, Fenris and Dick have been friends (if not horribly close) for years, though he never knew about the Waynes connections to batman, even when he was working with Batman as Wolf.

Hel is the second oldest there’s only about a year between her and her elder brother. She’s known in the media for being very elegant and beautiful, the family knows her to have more then inherited her father’s flair for both drama and getting into trouble. She has the same black hair as Fenris, Jorgie, and their father but her eyes are one green and one blue (hetrochromia).

Jormungandr “Jorgie”: Jorgie is the third eldest and the youngest of his full siblings. There’s about a year difference between Jorgie and Hel. Jorgie is known for being smart, calculating and while the media often describes him as cold his family knows him to be very loving and caring. He also has the same black hair and green eyes as his father, in fact he’s the one that looks the most like Loki.

Slepneir: Slepneir is the fourth eldest, he’s only about 6 months younger then Jorgie and is the cause of more then one rumor about his father cheating on his first wife. Slepneir’s mother was only very briefly married to Loki before they divorced. Slepneir takes more after his mother with her brown hair and big brown eyes. He’s also the favorite of Odin’s grandchildren.

Jokul “Jack”: Jack is Silver’s twin brother, there’s about a year and a half between the twins and Slepneir. Like Silver he has brown hair (he later takes to dyeing/bleaching it white) but unlike her he has blue eyes. The twins are known for pranks and mischief. When they were first growing up Loki wanted to keep them out of the media as much as possible, they ruined this plan by releasing over a hundred water balloons on a ball room full of Wayne Gala guests and then swinging down from the upper balconies to announce they were the Frost Twins and this was their prank while dodging their family members attempts to corral them when they were six years old, the gossip columns have loved to talk about them ever sense. Silver and Jack are fiercely loyal and protective of one another, so much so that even later when she’s technically legally dead and staying away to protect her family she still watches over them from afar.

#Nightmare/Shadow #long post #i need a tag for original posts #Yes I realize the genetics behind jack and Silver's appearnces don't really work but I also don't really care #When she finally comes back and lets every one know she's not actually dead after about nine years Jack tackles her in a hug so hard it #breaks one of the heels she's wearing (she comes back by just showing up at a wayne gala hence high heels)

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wizardofrozz · 3 years

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The Perfect Pair Masterlist

Summary: Loki was angry and hurt, looking for revenge. Violet was on the hunt for the man that ruined her, made her into the monster she is. Neither of them expected to find what they didn’t know they were missing when they met. They were two sides of the same coin. Different people but also the same just below the surface. Their jagged edges fitting together just right, making the perfect pair.

Loki Laufeyson x OFC (Violet)

Word Count: 49,658

Warnings (general): violence, angst, smut +18, blood and gore, mention of child abuse, mention of non-con, mention child abuse, past trauma

A/N: The picture is property of yours truly (not sure how I feel about it yet though 😬). I’m still in process of writing this (as of 5/10) but hopefully in the next few days I’ll have decided on the ending I want. Also, if anyone from the All of Our Lives story wants to added to the taglist for this, please let me know! 😊

Chapter 1: We Meet Again....And Again?

Chapter 2: Mutual Goals

Chapter 3: Something More?

Chapter 4: New York on its Knees

Chapter 5: Welcome to Asgard

Chapter 6: Without You

Chapter 7: Our Reign

Chapter 8: This Changes Everything

Chapter 9: Sakaar Welcomes You

Chapter 10: Lord of Thunder

Chapter 11: Babysitting the Brother-in-Law

Chapter 12: Surprise

Chapter 13: Written in the Stars

Chapter 14: Goddess of Death

Chapter 15: Let’s Go Home

Chapter 16: The Titan

Chapter 17: Forgive and Forget...Sometimes

Chapter 18: Hello Brother

Chapter 19: A New Start

Chapter 20: Epilogue

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ashdreams2023 · 2 years

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Can I ask something long

Loki x wifepreg!reader

Reader is Tony's sis and she did the snap but didn't die,loki came took her to one of her beach houses and lived there until reader is 7 months.But then tony and some of the avengers come because they need them to track down some criminal and reader don't want to go because tony hurt her and she just goes inside and thor convinces loki to talk to her and they agree and go to find the criminal(ofc reader doesn't fight she only tracks him down)(also reader was snapped and she was like 3 and a half months pregnant before the snap)

I am so so sorry for this being so long buy I really wanted to be specific.i am so so very sorry!

It’s ok to be specific it helps but I got a little confused by the last part so I hope this isn’t so off because from what I’m reading the reader is still pregnant and I hope I’m right

I should seriously put word count at this point

After the snap

Loki rubbed your full belly as you sighed at the nice touch of his cool hand.

"Relax darling I’m sure it would be alright, the doctors both here and our Asgardian doctors say that you and the baby are in the best of health"

"I know, I just didn’t expect it to stay in this long"

Your baby has passed the due time of your scheduled birthdate, Loki forget to mention that frost giant babies tend to stay inside their mother’s stomach longer than humans do.

Now you’re over nine months pregnant and trying to not freak out whenever you feel a kick.

The year was already crazy enough and everything was just starting to go back to normal.

You did the snap, whiles pregnant, it was dangerous but you survived.

After the snap you went away with Loki to a secret area in a beach house where nobody could bother, a place where you can raise your baby together.

Or at least that’s what you thought.

"Somebody’s is getting closer to our house" your eyes widened when Loki stood up.

"But who would be com-"

"Our brothers"

Your mood suddenly switched and you wanted to throw something across the room.

"Loki…"

"I know…" Loki sighed opening the door and starling the comers.

Tony Thor and Bruce along with Peter.

"Hi Loki…how’s it been?"

Loki crossed his arms over his chest with a disinterested look on his face.

"She doesn’t want to see you stark"

Tony looked hurt but stepped closer.

"I know what I did and I deserve her anger but we need your help" Loki raised a brow at the genius before Thor approached them.

"Brother, let’s talk" Loki looked back inside the living room and noticed you had left, most likely sitting in your bedroom now.

"Uh…come in"

Even though loki didn’t like what’s happening he was raised well and he offered them drinks and sat patiently listening to their case.

"He’s very dangerous brother, we need you two to track him down, you’re the best" indeed you were.

"It’s one time, that��s it then we won’t ask ever again" loki saw how desperate they all seemed, then look at Peter.

The kid that got snapped, he remembers well how much you cried when he did.

"Fine. This one time"

Loki went to your room and he could sense how upset you were feeling.

"What do they want?" You asked tiredly.

"They need our help dear, just this once"

You shook your head "I have no reason to help them, they are good on their own"

Loki warped his arms around your shoulders and brought you close to his chest.

"I know…but he’s your brother"

"He said awful things"

"I said awful things to Thor for years and he still loves me and I know your heart is way bigger than fo ignore your loved ones in need"

You hated how he knew you very well sometimes.

"Fine."

He kissed your forehead tenderly before taking your hand and leading you downstairs.

You still didn’t speak to Tony throughout the enter thing and just asked the others how they were doing.

And just like they expected you two tracked the criminal down with the help of Tony’s technology.

"Now we can g-" you couldn’t continue your sentence when you felt your water break.

"Loki!!!" You screamed and he came running into the lap with tony right behind him.

"It’s time!" Both men helped you up and you tried to hold in together till you reach the hospital.

Both holding your hand for support as the bed was dragging in the hospital hallways.

"Y/N I’m so sorry! I just want you to know when you go in there that I’m wrong and keeping this baby wasn’t a mistake"

You screamed squeezing his hand.

"I…forgive you…"

Loki went in with you and Tony waited outside for what felt like the longest hours of his life.

Then he heard a cry of a baby.

That was the day his nephew was born.

#loki x reader #loki laufeyson #mcu #fanfic #imagine #loki/y/n #loki imagine #mcu loki #loki #one shot

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villainousshakespeare · 4 years

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Offerings

Loki/OFC one shot

Rated M: Angst, tooth rotting fluff, love, some light smut,

Summary: Laek is a healer from Alfheim sent to Asgard to train under Eir. She is lonely on so alien a world, with no one to talk to and all her dreams of adventure on hold. When she begins to receive gifts from a secret source, she cannot begin to imagine who has left them, or why.

**Set before the events of Thor I, when Loki was still a sweet (if mischievous) untraumatized soul.

I have been feeling a bit blue this weekend, and wanted to write something angsty and tooth-achingly sweet. This was the result. I hope you like it!!!

@arch-venus25 @caffiend-queen @ciaodarknessmyheart @devilish--doll @hiddlesholic @hopelessromanticspoonie @izhunny @just-the-hiddles @kellatron55 @myoxisbroken @nonsensicalobsessions @poetic-fiasco @shiningloki @yespolkadotkitty

*If I ever tag you and you want off a tag list, please let me know!

OFFERINGS

She did not belong here. The thought echoed like a silent scream through Laek's mind, try as she might to suppress it. Looking around her, at this strange world she'd been thrust into, it was all she could do not to weep. Laek knew she was being self indulgent and melodramatic, but she could not seem to help herself. What, after all, was a young woman like herself, born and raised to heal the injuries of men and gods, doing in a realm that celebrated war?

All around her, men and women dressed in armor, encased in and carrying the steel that was designed to do harm to one another. The air filled with the clang of weapons on a constant basis, accompanied by cries as blade edges found their homes in flesh. Even wielded as they were here in practice, mistakes were bound to be made, injuries acquired. They celebrated scars here, badges of honor for the noble race that elevated all that she had been raised to strive against.

It was not that she was a pacifist. Laek knew that there were things worth fighting for, causes that she would die to defend. It was just that the level of worship here accorded brute strength, the ability to maim and kill, was out of all proportion to her mind. Surely, surely, she thought, there were other skills of equal value.

She had been brought here to train in her arts, for it was on Asgard that the Goddess Eir, worshiped above all by healers such as herself, resided. It made sense, in its way. Where else would she be more needed than on this barbaric world. And Laek was learning much and more from the blessed Goddess. Her own powers and knowledge were still green, if great in latent strength. Laek was the strongest natural healer to be born to her people in generations, but at just 700 years old she had much still to learn. It was thought that 100 years under the watchful eye of Eir would be exactly what was needed to nurture her gift. 100 years. She had been here for one month, and already she wanted to throw herself off the much vaunted rainbow bridge to escape.

It would be easier, she often thought, if she didn't look so different on top of all else. She was smaller than most of these Asgardians, both in height and body mass, and her clothing was soft and flowing rather than hard and protective. Her pale gold hair she kept long, after the fashion of her Alfar people, braided across her temples and tied with ribbon woven through. Under a high brow, her wide, tilted eyes shaded different colors, from gold to green to crystal, depending on her mood, an embarrassment to her now that she found them so often a cloudy grey that gave away her discontent.

Laek was not mistreated, of course. Eir and her acolytes were kind to her, in their fashion. But the Goddess was old, dry, and set in her ways. The All Mother, Frigga, had pulled her aside upon her arrival in a most kindly manner, telling Laek that her door was always open, should the young healer need to talk. Occasionally she had thought of taking her up on that offer, but in truth she was more than a little intimidated by the regal Goddess that ruled Asgard at her husband's side, and her courage had failed her every time. Odin himself flat out terrified her, as did their two sons, the golden Thor and the sleek, dark but pale Loki. She watched them, but never dared approach.

And so Laek spent her time in a somber routine. In the mornings she would rise, bathe, dress, and report to the infirmary. Once there, she would spend the early half of the day tending to the sick and injured, attending on Eir and absorbing as much knowledge as she could at the healer's side. In the afternoon, she would head to the library, where all of the written knowledge of all 9 realms was stored in the pages of books and scrolls, a collection that had no rival in any universe. She would loose herself there for hours in reading, studying healing or simply learning about the customs and practices of other places, places she longed in her secret, adventurer's heart to see for herself one day.

She ate her meals at the end of a table in the great feast hall, alone amidst a sea of strangers. At night, she retired to her chambers to an early rest, often walking in the moonlit garden beneath her rooms, where she could pretend for a moment that she were home and at peace.

It was in the library one afternoon, in the beginning of her second month, that the first token appeared. She had found her eyes glazing over as she studied a text on blood transfusions, and in an attempt to rouse her mind had gotten up and wandered to the section that contained dwarfish riddles, pulling a book at random to bring back to her seat.

When she returned to her bench, her breath caught in her chest. There, lying atop the open tome that had so sedated her, was a pale blue crystal. The stone, smooth to the touch and oval in shape, had a pure clarity that made the sparkling fire at its depth shine so brightly it looked like the evening star. Laek had seen many such stones in her time, for they came from her home, from Alfheim, but never one so perfect, so incandescent.

Dropping the riddle book, she had picked it up with trembling hands, and then, unable to do anything else, had run to her rooms, thrown herself on her bed and wept, clutching it to her breast. It was home, a talisman of all that she missed in this strange land.

She had asked the next day, in a shy, anxious voice, if the librarian on duty had seen where it had come from, who had left it. In response, she had gotten a terse "no" and a lecture on leaving her books unshelved when she was finished with them.

Eight days later, she had been walking in the garden as the first stars rose, blue stone secreted into her pocket so she could feel it cool against her hand. When she reached her favorite bench where she always stopped to gaze up at an unobstructed view of the heavens through a circle of elder trees, she found a flower. Placed carefully in the exact center of the bench, it was a perfect red rose, a flower that she had only read of until then. It grew on neither Asgard nor Alfheim, but was prized on Midgard for its beauty. She raised it to her nose and inhaled the lovely aroma, a soft smile coming to her lips.

After the rose, it had been a snowflake, perfectly preserved between two pieces of glass found in her cubby in the healer's quarters. Larger than any she had ever seen, she knew it could only come from Jotunheim, home of the fearsome Frost Giant. How anyone could have gotten it, let alone why they would have left it for her was a mystery she couldn't begin to explain. Still, the gesture touched her deeply. Someone had noticed her, other than to sneer or pity. Someone was being kind. She only wished she knew who it was.

Laek began to hope for the small tokens, to take greater note of her surroundings in case some small item were to be slipped in. It was a good thing, too, as she could easily have injured herself had she accidentally sat on the twisted puzzle box made of small metal daggers that had obviously come from Nidavellir. She spent all that night unlocking it, to find a bright green gem set on a silver chain within.

The tokens made Laek's life exciting again. Oh, she knew how pathetic that sounded, but she didn't care. She had a friend, even if they didn't make themselves known to her. Every time she searched the area where a gift was deposited, there was the same result. No one had seen anything. No trace was to be found of the person who had left them.

When they stopped, she was devastated. Three weeks went by, and there was nothing. Not in any of the places she frequented. As time went on and no further offerings of friendship appeared, Laek grew despondent. Perhaps whoever it was had found a new game, a new way to pass the time that did not involve the strange Liosalfar who was all alone on Asgard. On the day that marked a month passing with no new token, Laek begged off early from the infirmary, pleading fatigue of her own, and returned to her quarters. She knew it was silly to feel so bereft, but she could not help it.

She was aware something was wrong the moment she opened the door to her outer chamber and her eyes shifted to amber. She had magic deep within her, at her very core. A warding over her rooms, her sanctuary, was a automatic outcrop of that magic. She could tell beyond a shadow of doubt when someone had breached that warding, no matter how subtle the magic the intruder had used. Tiptoeing silently, she made her way towards her bedroom, where a quiet rustling could be heard. Opening the door, her eyes went to a figure standing over her bed.

"Frjosa!" she said, arm twisting out towards the intruder, who instantly froze in place.

With a pounding heart, Laek pushed door the rest of the way open and gaped in stunned disbelief. There, next to her bed, was the frozen form of Loki, Prince of Asgard, Odinson. She had caught him just raising his head, his green eyes wide with surprise as the spell hit him. His hair, dark and straight, brushed against the collar of his green tunic ornamented with gold. One elegant, long fingered hand was extended towards her pillow, and in it was grasped a rolled up piece of parchment tied with a green ribbon.

"What in all the Nine?" Laek said allowed, staring at the frozen prince.

Why would he be in her room? It made sense in one way, only a strong sorcerer would have been able to break her wards and enter. She knew he was known for his mischief, had he had some prank in mind to play on the unsuspecting foreigner thrust into their midst? With his mastery of magic, he could pull any number of tricks on her.

Shaking her head in confusion, Laek made a small motion with her fingers, and unfroze his body, still, however, containing him within a parameter of limited space.

"My Lady," he gasped, a flush of red suffusing his cheeks. "I pray, forgive me my intrusion."

"You," she said, stupidly.

"I am Loki," he told her, sketching a courtly bow.

"Yes, I know," she replied with a little laugh, feeling her eyes shade to blue as she blushed. He was royalty and handsome as sin, she could hardly not know who he was. "I am Laek of Alfheim. But I suppose you know that, since you are in my room."

"I do," he admitted with a small nod of his head. "Again, a thousand apologies for my trespass."

"But why are you trespassing?" she asked, tilting her head as she stared at his handsome frame. She could feel his magic pulsing from him, attempting to find a chink in the stasis field she had him trapped in. Only in her own chambers would she be able to confine one as strong as he she knew.

"I don't suppose you would believe this is a shortcut to the armory?" he asked with a devastating smile.

"Through my bedroom? I think not."

"Ah, well then."

"What is that you have in your hand?" she demanded, noticing how he was attempting to hide it behind his back.

"Nothing," he said shortly, blushing again.

"It is not nothing!" she approached him warily, as one would a cornered animal. She knew he could do no magic, not bound as she had him, but that did not mean he could not use physical strength should she come too close. Against that, she had no defense unless she chose to freeze him again, and such a course would not yield the answers she sought.

"Your magic work is commendable," he praised her, sending a spark of something warm shooting through her. "Normally I could break a spell such as this in a matter of seconds, but your construction is seamless."

"You are in my nest," she shrugged, inching closer. "It is the way of our kind to protect our homes."

"Perhaps you could teach me," he smiled again, unleashing a lethal charm for one so young. She felt her own lips begin to tilt up, struggled to get them under control.

"Perhaps," she said non-committaly. "Once I know your intentions."

With speed that she knew surprised others not of her race, Laek's hand shot out and snatched the scroll from his hand. He made an unconscious noise of protest, but she had it out of his reach before he could grab it back. Was it a spell, she wondered? Some joke he sought to play on her? Biting her lower lip, she untied the ribbon and unscrolled the crackly parchment.

Her eyes widened with shock as she read the words written in an ornate, ancient hand. It was Vanir in origin and dialect, but the words were not a sorcerous incantation, but rather a poem; a rather romantic, lyrical poem set in a forest by night.

"I meant to be gone before you found that," he stammered. "I had no wish to embarrass you."

"You!" she breathed, realization hitting her. "You are the one who left all the tokens for me!"

Her left hand dipped into her pocket to grasp the blue stone, while her right flew to the green gem around her neck. Her eyes flicked to her bedside table, where the rose stood in a crystal bud vase next to the pressed snow.

"I did," he admitted, not meeting her eyes. "I ran out of locations to leave them for you. You go so few places. It took me weeks to breach your warding and make my way in here. I never expected you to return so soon. It is not your normal habbit."

He was babbling, she realized. As though he were the nervous one.

"Why?" she asked, at last. "Why leave them for me?"

"You seemed so lonely," he said, arms coming across his chest and head ducking down defensively. "Always by yourself, not really fitting in here. It caught my attention."

"It did?"

"Yes," he said softly. "I know a bit what that is like. Let us say, it piqued my curiosity. An easy thing to do, in truth. I watched you often in the library. I spend a portion of most days there. Tracked what you read. It seemed you had a desire to see the worlds."

"I do," she admitted. "I always have."

"I know a bit about that too. I know of course that you are here for study, and what a demanding teacher Eir can be. I trained under her for a century or so myself you see. I thought, if you could not go to the world, perhaps the world, or a small representation of it, could come to you."

"A stone from Alfheim, a snowflake from Jotunheim, a puzzle and gem from Nidavellir, a rose from Midgard, and a poem from Vaniheim. You went to all of those places? Found these things?"

"I did," he said, as though it were nothing. "It is easy enough if you know how. I admit, I was stumped as to what I would do when I reached Helheim on my list. Even I might have difficulty breaking in and out of there."

"Again, why?" she asked, staring at him with wonder. "It must have been so difficult. Why go to all that trouble? You might have just talked to me."

"I like a challenge," he said proudly, lifting his chin. After a moment though, his eyes dropped. "And I did not know if such an overture would be accepted. I am not... well liked or understood on Asgard."

"That makes two of us," she laughed, a bit breathlessly.

"I suppose it does," he replied, chuckling himself. "My dear Laek, do you think you might undo the stasis barrier? While it is causing me no physical distress, the wound to my pride is nigh on unbearable."

"Of course!" she said at once, moving her hand in a lateral swipe that dissolved magic.

"Thank you," he said with a deep breath of relief.

"I liked the gifts," she told him quietly, suddenly feeling shy now that he was free.

"Did you?" he asked, stepping towards her.

"They are all that has made these past months bearable on this planet."

"You are all that has made the past months bearable," he said, gazing into her eyes in a way that made her breath catch. "Before you arrived, I was miserable. Nothing changed, everyone was the same. Then you appeared, and I couldn't breath. I wanted... needed to know you."

"Me?" she she breathed in awe.

"You. Have you no idea how beautiful you are? And then to discover you were smart as well, gifted in magic, and curious to boot? For the first time in centuries there was someone in this accursed realm besides my mother who I thought I might understand. Who I wanted to know. To know in so many ways."

"You could have said hello," she said, feeling far out of her depth as he stood so near to her, took her hand in his.

"I could have," he said. "I chose not to. Can you forgive me?"

"Yes," she said simply, willing in that moment to forgive him any sin.

"Will you let me kiss you?" it was the uncertainty in his voice that touched her the most. He honestly didn't know if she would allow it.

"Yes," she said again, transfixed.

He was slow, gentle. His lips touched hers softly at first, brushing against her like silk. When she tilted her head towards him, he sighed into the kiss and gently lapped against her lips with his tongue. Laek opened her mouth willingly to him, inviting him to explore, to taste her. His arm came around her waist and pulled her flush against him as her fingers fanned out over his chest. He at last pulled away from her, leaving little nipping kisses on her lower lip as he did.

"Minn svass," he murmured as he gazed at her. "Your eyes are crystal."

Laek blushed crimson. She could tell from his smug voice that he knew what crystal meant. Her truest color. She wanted him. Wanted him desperately.

"Do not be embarrassed, sweetheart," he smiled. "Mine would be too."

As he took a step away from her, her eyes drifted downward and she saw the proof of his words, tenting his trousers.

"I would not disrespect you," he told her in a rough voice. "Would court you as your station deserves."

Laek bit her lower lip, struggling for words, always a problem for her when her emotions ran high.

"Could you not disrespect me just for one day?" she asked at last, flashing him a nervous smile.

A slow, wide grin spread over Loki's face as he stepped back towards her, pulled her into his embrace.

"I can do that," he practically growled at her.

He was kissing her then with a newfound ferocity, claiming her mouth, her neck, anywhere he could find flesh. Her hands fumbled at the hem of his tunic, and he raised his arms to help her pull it off. Her dress quickly followed, and he tumbled her down onto the obliging mattress just inches away.

"So beautiful," he groaned, eyes wandering her body where she lay naked before him. "Delicate as a flower and all for me."

"Loki," she panted as he devested himself of his trousers and stood before her in all his glorious nakedness.

She guided him into her, sweet and wet and open to his invasion. Her slim legs rose to wrap themselves around his hips as he buried himself within her walls. He had wanted her for so long, the beautiful, alien woman who had captured his interest from first glance. The reality was even more perfect than he had imagined. She was soft yet supple, molding around him as he thrust within her. He could feel the magic that was part of her very being, and it mingled with his own in a way that made their coupling more intimate than he had ever known it could be. When he felt her walls clamp down around him, felt his own release pump warm and strong inside her, filling her, it was with an intensity he had never experienced before. He cried out her name, almost as though in prayer, heard his own name called back with equal urgency and bliss.

When at last they could breath again without panting, Laek lay cradled in Loki's arms, head resting on his slim, muscular chest. One of his hands toyed lightly with the stone around her neck, and she smiled at the thought of him finding it for her.

"Promise me," he said to her, "that you will wear this always."

"I promise," she told him without hesitation.

"Tomorrow I begin to court you officially," he reminded her.

"I look forward to it," she smiled at him with a dreamy smile. The smile faded after a moment as her crystal eyes sought his green. "Loki, I have been so lonely."

"Think not on that, love," he told her, covering her with his body. "I am with you now, and you will never have to be alone again."

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Bpmd

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

I guess some recent examples would be dabipress and dabitwice? I’ve always seen those in a platonic light but some friends talking about them and seeing some funny and cute content of them have convinced me haha

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

Out of the few fandoms I’ve actively created content for, I think that by far the most “random” of the AUs I’ve come up with but never written anything for would have to be the one where Steve Rogers is a half-Frost Giant, where his missing dad is a random lost Jotnar who stumbled upon Midgard and later had to go back to his home realm- Steve’s childhood health issues are the result of the two incompatible human and Frost Giant biologies mixing in with his body, the supersoldier serum helped stabilise everything into a ‘perfect’ combination of the two, and he survived being iced for 70+ years because of his Frost Giant genes. It’s an absolutely bonkers concept and I never wrote a single word for it but yeah, it exists I guess.

M - Your favorite fanart or fanartist

Ooh this is so hard because I’m the type of person who never directly follows fanartists and instead prefers to follow people who reblog stuff from a variety of different artists. So unfortunately I’m not able to answer this rip.

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t

Uhhh a somewhat recent example would be todobaku I guess? Like the dynamics and everything are right up my alley (ofc it is, with sanegiyuu being my kny otp), but for some reason I’m just not interested in it? Like since re-entering the bnha fandom I just haven’t been interested in any of the ships involving the UA characters, save for the ones I already liked back in 2016 (i.e. Tododeku). So yeah.

Ask me: FANDOM EDITION

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Holy shit, Sucker’s Luck got updated

(Yeah, I’m shocked, too.)

Taking a deep breath, Loki turned towards the stairwell door and extended his left arm, long fingers outstretched and slightly trembling.

Your birthright…was to die! As a child, cast out onto a frozen rock…

He cringed.

Then, another voice.

I don’t know what a Frost Giant is, and I don’t know what happened to you that makes you hate that part of yourself so much…but the bad stuff is why you’re you…

His eyes slowly closed.

“Breathe,” he whispered to himself, “Don’t think. You’re safe.”

The trembling in his hand subsided. He took another deep breath, quelling his fears with the memory of Brynn’s clumsy, impassioned words, and leaned forward to touch the smooth metal surface of the door.

Five patches of emerald hoarfrost blossomed beneath his icy fingertips.

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You’ve Got Sucker’s Luck on FF.net

Summary: Loki's half-hearted attempt at redemption careens wildly off-course when he falls in love with a young woman who was injured in a Chitauri blast that left her widowed, able to sense magic, and with no memory of the Battle of NY...or Loki. Post TDW, Loki/OFC, slow burn, eventual smut.

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Unraveling at the Seams Pt 7

Genre: Fan Fiction Pairing: Alex Høgh Andersen/OFC, Henry Cavill/OFC Warnings: Language, Sexual Innuendo, Possible NSFW Rating: M Length: Multi Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: I have to admit, part of this is one of my favourite moments in all of this.

thank you @flowers-in-your-hayr for the header :D

Catch Up Here

The evening had began to clear up, the rain from the last two days coming to an end, giving way to a spectacular sunset. Nell had been in the small garden in the back, watching Kal run around in circles barking and pouncing at Ivan and Jordan while they attempted to play basketball. The dog barked and chased the players, creating his own game. Once he learned Jordan posed no threat to Ivan and Nell, he rolled over to accept any form of scratches the bearded stranger had to offer.

Sophie sat on the small deck beside Nell, watching the dog and the game. Henry had retired to take some calls and work on a bit of last minute business, before his actual vacation kicked in. The usual four suspects, plus Kal, went about their evening routine.

“How long is he here?” Sophie asked shielding her eyes from the sun.

“Originally two weeks. Maybe three or four now.” Nell shrugged.

“Is it weird? Letting him live with you?” Nell shook her head. They had lived together before, this was nothing new. If anything it was nicer, Nell had someone else to help with Ivan and their daily routine. “I don't think I could let my ex stay. Not if he looked like that.”

Leave it to Sophie to openly admit such a thing, in front of her current boyfriend. Jordan was doing an excellent job at pretending not to hear.

“Old news. Sure he looks good, but that is all.”

“Surely you at least tried to sneak a peek?" Sophie winked, teasing both Nell and Jordan now.

"No, not really."

"Jesus woman. Have you saw that man? If I were you, ex or not, I'd have to take him for a spin just to run my nails all over those hard..."

"Please stop. Really, stop." Nell snorted in laughter. “Jordan is going to hear you. Henry is already concerned about the tall man across the way growling at him.”

Jordan, hearing the conversation shrugged and chuckled. Henry had been coming in from his morning run with Kal, when he'd met Jordan in the courtyard. Sizing up the Brit, Jordan had sniffed and greeting him with a growl before getting in the car.

Outside, the sun began to sink, deeper in the sky. Ivan and Jordan had abandoned their game in favour of chasing Kal around. Tiring out the dog and the boy. Nell and Sophie continued their idle chatter, while Henry remained absent.

Checking her phone, Nell frowned. She'd sent Alex a text earlier, asking if he would like to join them, still no reply. Jordan concluded that he was probably working and didn't have his phone handy. Nell hadn't counted on the Dane making a surprise visit.

Alex knocked on the door, the rattle it made indicated it was unlocked. The car was in the small car park beside the townhouse and a light was on inside the door. Nell was probably upstairs, no harm in letting himself in, she wouldn't mind. There was no barking, meaning he wouldn't be dinner for the infamous Kal.

The house was quiet, the radio in the kitchen was on, and the smell of fresh laundry lingered through out. Ivan was probably out with Henry, which meant there would be no interruption. Poising to call her name, Alex smirked hearing the shower at the top of the stairs.

Bingo!

Taking the stairs two at a time, he shed his tshirt in the hall, unbuckling his jeans he pushed into the bathroom, ready to pounce when he came to a sliding halt. Through the frosted shower glass, the tall, muscular, dark hair was not what he was expecting to find.

“What was that?” Jordan perked up, Kal as well.

“What was what?” Nell strained to hear.

“That? Someone screaming. I swear, I heard a scream.” Jordan humphed. “Stay here.” He urged, he'd go forth to check on the situation.

He had been wrestling with Ivan and Kal, when he heard shouting and screaming. How Sophie and Nell hadn't heard the noise was a mystery. Saving time he rushed through the back door of Nell's townhouse, hearing a loud thumping and shouting. The noise had came from inside?

“Hello?” He shouted through the house. “Henry?” The guy was big, if anything he could look threatening while Jordan took care of the situation.

“Jordan? Fuck man.” Alex huffed from the bottom of the stairs. His hair messed and his shirt in his hands. Jordan noticed the unbuckled belt and jeans undone. “Where's Nell?”

“She's outside, what's going on, mate?” Jordan cocked his brow, his beard hiding the smile that began to stretch across his face. His body shook with an internal laugh.

“Don't want to talk about it.” Alex shook his head, pulling his shirt on and storming for the kitchen.

“Nell!” Henry bellowed from the top of the stairs, his towel clutched around his waist and his face red. “Janelle!”

“She's outside, mate.” Jordan called back, trying his best not to let the other man hear him wheeze with laughter.

Alex looked traumatized standing in the kitchen, his arms folded and head hung.

Quickly, Sophie had suggested that she and Ivan go across to their house and get some ice cream. Ivan was on board, anything to stay up longer. Jordan followed, no help to the situation with his imagination running wild over what had happened.

Henry stood, his eyes fixed on his feet. Unable to look at the other man.

Sitting on a stool at the counter, Nell tried her best not to laugh every time she thought of Alex trying to climb into the shower with Henry. She had invited Alex over to hang out, because she wanted them to meet, this was far better than a lame handshake and the beer she had in mind. Oh, she was never going to let them live this down. Wait until Marco heard about this! Wait until Henry's brothers heard about this!

Kal made the first move. Sitting in the living room, upset to end his game of chase. The fact he had stayed with Ivan, despite hearing Henry's shouting had impressed Henry greatly. Sniffing the floor he casually made his way towards Nell, there was an obvious tension in the air and she felt safe right now. Passing Alex, he paused to look at the stranger.

“You must be Kal.” Alex held out his hand for the giant dog. Nell had downplayed his size. The big brown eyes hidden by by the slight white eyebrows and black face. Kal licked his lips and sniffed in Alex's direction. His shoulders raised and his head alert, his subtle tail wag gave him away.

“Careful, Kal doesn't like strangers.” Henry warned, holding out a hand to caution. “He can be aggressive.”

“Oh.” Alex held still, allowing the mass of fluff to approach at his own leisure. Sniffing Alex's hand, Kal sneezed and opened his mouth as if to smile. Moving forward to accept a pat. “He seems friendly.”

“He is, usually.” Nell reached over to scratch the dog's behind. “You're a lover, right Kal.”

“He's a really nice dog.” Alex barely glanced at Henry. Still unable to make full eye contact. Henry hummed in agreement.

Kal had a smile, enjoying the attention. First he abandoned Henry for Nell, spending his time following her around, going as far as sleeping in bed with her. But now he was being buddy buddy with a complete stranger. It hurt a little. Kal was going too far.

“So,” Nell made an attempt to break the awkwardness. “You wrapped for the week?”

Alex shook his head. “No, I have a few scenes tomorrow and then I am done for the week. A full day next week and I am done until August. Are you in tomorrow?”

Nell nodded. “For a few hours and then I guess I'll have to find something to do.”

“You can come with Ivan and I.” Henry had no idea what they were going to do, yet, but Nell was welcome. His eyes still landing anywhere in the room, except on the man who had moments ago saw everything.

“I don't want to intrude.” Nell smiled, scratching Kal. “Maybe I will catch up on work or head out to the markets. I am sure there is lots to do. Would either of you be interested in having dinner tomorrow night? We can invite Jordan and Sophie, Marco, Rayna, Bridie and Joe. Is Katheryn still in town? Henry you know Katheryn.”

Henry knew that Nell knew he knew half of the people she and Alex currently worked with. Still, he nodded.

Despite his lack of desire to be surrounded by people, making idle chatter, Henry wasn't about to deny Nell anything she wanted. Alex on the other hand wasn't going to be so gallant. Henry wanted to shake his hand and thank him, when Alex frowned and confessed that he'd wanted to take Nell out.

“Oh, well we can do that.” Nell agreed, smiling sweetly at Alex.

Henry had saw that smile before. The one where the doe eyes came out and she was about to get whatever she wanted. She'd used it on him enough.

“We can do dinner here another time. Yeah, let's go out tomorrow night.” Nell nodded eagerly. Quickly releasing her joy in having alone time with Alex, she sighed. “And I have been thinking, Henry. I'm going to go ahead and book a room tomorrow. It's not fair to you and Ivan, if I am here and...”

“You could stay with us.” Alex interjected. “Marco won't mind. He's not going to be around anyway, until we go back to work.”

Marco was heading off to film another project, leaving Alex alone for a week or two in their shared condo. Nell staying over would give him a reason to stay in more. Not to mention it would be less weird than having the large space to himself.

“If you want to.” He added quickly.

“Uh,” Nell was caught between thoughts. “Well, Um.”

“If you don't want to, then I won't be offended.” Alex wanted her to stay, though he understood if she didn't want to.

Alex's reaction to Nell's indecisiveness was akin to Henry's own blundering and blubbering. It had taken Henry a while to speak to her properly and ask her out. A man never felt good enough to talk to a woman like her. Even now there were times when Henry struggled to talk to her, like the last few days he had been struggling to bring up and discuss a few things he had on his mind.

He would find the right time.

“I want to. Thank you.” Nell kissed his cheek. “I uh, I'll come over tomorrow?”

“Or you could come tonight.” Alex's smile was suddenly bigger than his face.

Henry felt like an intruder, standing here, listening to their plans. Not having any idea what to do with himself, he stood leaning on the counter wishing for Ivan to burst back through the door. Or for the floor to open up and swallow him whole. Anything to get out of this moment. He didn't need to witness Nell and her lovey dovey boy-toy. Friend? Lover? The entire Alex thing made him feel weird.

“I could, but Ivan.”

“What about him?” Henry stepped into the conversation. “I'll go over and get him, you can say good night and he'll be fine. You're going across town, not the world. Even then, he would be fine with me.”

“Are you sure? You don't mind?”

If he didn't want to spend time with his son, he wouldn't have come. What kind of question was that? Letting it go, Henry smiled. Had Alex not been here, this would have been the perfect moment to unload everything on his mind. Breathing deeply, he nodded instead. The smile still on his face.

“The plan was for me to stay here, we're still on plan. Now go. Have fun. Ivan and I will be fine.” Henry assured her. “Come on Kal, let's go get the wild boy.”

Alex rocked back and forth on his heels. Eager to take Nell home, once Ivan came back.

“So, is Marco going to mind?” Nell voiced her thoughts.

“He won't care. He's probably not there anyway. Besides, I can just hide you in my room until he leaves.”

Intruding on Alex and Marco had been easier than Nell had anticipated. Marco didn't seem to care that she was there, what he wanted to know was the details of Alex and Henry's first meeting. Jordan had relayed the news almost immediately and Marco was dying to know all the details.

Huffing, Alex refused to relive the moment. Nell could at least give the finer points of the aftermath. She and Marco laughing like fools at the misfortune.

“It could be worse.” Nell snickered. “It could have been my mom.”

Seeing another man naked wasn't the problem Alex was having. The issue he has trying to overcome, was that Nell had once been all over that. He didn't look like that, he would never look like that. Did she miss that? They had great sex, but damn how did he compete with...fuck it.

“Alright laugh it up.” Alex conceded. “But the next time either of you do something stupid, I get to harass you.”

“Oh, Alex.” Marco faked a pout. “We torment you, because we love you. And because this is hilarious.”

“Honestly. I think it embarrassed Henry more. He can hardly look at you and that is not him. If it makes you feel better, I fully plan on telling each of his brothers.” Nell nudged him in the side. Wrapping her arm around Alex's neck, she gave in a little. “Don't worry, I won't tell anyone else after that. If it helps, I can go get in the shower and let you see me naked.”

“Okay,” Marco slapped his knees, standing up. “I'm out.”

“Really?” Alex glanced at Nell, wiggling his brows. “You'd do that for me?”

“Of course, but we should probably wait until Marco is gone or asleep at least. We don't need to give him anything else to torment you over.”

“He goes to bed around 10:30.”

Nell didn't take long, after the first night to settle in with Alex and Marco. She had been there three days, when Marco left for his next project. Alex was easy to get along with, he didn't seem to bothered by a new person in his house and took care to make sure Nell was comfortable. It wouldn't be long before he flew home for a few weeks, which led him to offer Nell the condo while he and Marco were away.

Hotels booked and paid for, she thanked him, but would be fine.

In the mean time, Alex took every advantage. Late nights chatting, early mornings waking up to coffee and breakfast. Nell liked having somebody there to care for her. Ivan was wonderful, being his mom was amazing, but she liked having someone look after her for a change. Henry had been an excellent house guest, taking care of everything, but it was different having time to herself without Ivan rolling in with his whirlwind energy.

It was quiet here. It was odd, but enjoyable.

Alex enjoyed it. Thoroughly enjoyed it.

At work they were still aloof, Nell telling him that she didn't want their relationship – so now they had a relationship? To interfere with work. At work they were to remain professional. Oddly enough, since seeing her more at home, Alex hung around her less at work. Nell had never been able to get so much done in such short amount of time.

Jordan came in for his last day, before break, bringing news of Nell's house.

He'd invited Henry and Ivan over to watch the game on Sunday. The father and son had gladly accepted, agreeing it sounded like a great afternoon. Ivan explained that it was something he and Nell did often, enough to convince Henry they needed to go.

Nell had been talking to Ivan daily, on the phone, seeing him once since she had left to stay with Alex. Henry and Alex hadn't saw one another since their first meeting. Alex was fine with that. Henry was in agreement, there was no hurt feelings in not seeing Alex.

Alex was no doubt lovely, Ivan seemed to really like him – Kal too. Henry didn't need to know him, unless for some reason Nell decided that he was going to be around longer than the next few months. He had always been open with Nell about seeing people, but never introduced her to the other women. It was never serious enough for her or Ivan to meet them.

A smile and being polite was all that would be required, when the two men were in the presence of one another.

There was a tension, when Nell mentioned going home before going over to Jordan and Sophie's. She didn't ask Alex to come along, the afflicted expression said it all. A breath of relief when she kissed his cheek and sent him on his was, across the courtyard promising to meet up with him shortly.

Opening the front door, Nell laughed at the chaos of barking and happy shouting. Ivan was chasing Kal around, trying to get the toy from the dog. Good luck little buddy.

Henry was cleaning the lunch mess from the kitchen counter, when Kal changed from barking at Ivan to barking at the potential intruder. “Kal.” Nell scolded the dog. “It's me.”

“Mum, mum.” Ivan barreled to the door, rushing his mother.

“You need to slow down, wild boy.” Nell intercepted the flying boy. He was wired.

“Mum, mum.” Ivan bounced excitedly from one foot to the other. “Guess what dad let me do, last night.”

Henry was sheepish about telling Nell their previous evening's ventures. She would never let him have Ivan on his own, again.

“What? What?” Nell matched Ivan's excitement.

“We made chip butties for dinner and I taught dad how to make poutine, then we hooked up dad's laptop. I didn't go to bed until...”

“Okay, alright. We don't need to tell mum everything we do.” Henry stepped in, derailing the story. Nell didn't need to know that their son was up until well after 3am. Or that he'd ate his own weight in candy and junk food. Before long Ivan would crash and Henry could get him back on routine.

“Why don't you go outside and run around with Kal?” Nell pushed for the over excited, sugar filled child to do something other than potentially destroy her house. “Get some fresh air and take a shower, before we go to Jordan's.”

Flying through the house to the back door, Ivan and Kal rushed outside into the sunshine. It would do them some good and with luck he would crash halfway through the game. Henry would get his lecture first.

“You.” Nell jabbed Henry in the chest with her finger. “What are you thinking?”

“Is something the matter, my darling?” Henry leaned over to kiss her cheek, his eyes dancing. Smooth.

Nell paused hearing the term of endearment. It had been Henry's favourite pet name for her, though he rarely used it after the split. The last time she could remember hearing it they were soaked in post sex sweat, sprawled across the bed in a Jersey hotel.

“Oh Henry.” Nell sighed, shaking her head. Turning her attention back to her attempted lecture. “Why do you let him do these things?”

“He's a boy. There is nothing wrong with allowing him to stay up late, playing a game. Kids need that sort of thing.” Henry defended his choice as casually as possible. It wasn't as if Ivan did this sort of thing daily, or even weekly. This was the sort of thing their son only did with his father. “It's...our thing.” Henry shrugged.

“When he vomits or refuses to sleep for the next week, because he's over tired and wired. It's you dealing with it.”

“Of course.”

“And make sure he eats at least one vegetable this week.” Nell instructed with a snort. “You, too.”

“Not a problem, tomorrow night is grilled salmon with roasted vegetables. Ivan's choice of dinner.” Henry smirked. “Thank god he had a better sense than I do, because if we kept going that hard, I would be living in the gym until I was 40.”

“Right, well, if you wanted to head over I can wait with Ivan.” Nell was impressed with the state of her house. Henry wasn't by any means a clean freak, but the house was cleaner than when she'd left.

“I can wait. You go ahead,” Henry offered.

He was in no rush.

“Okay. Well, you know the way. Oh, when we're done, I thought I'd come over and help put Ivan to bed. I'm kind of missing him.”

It wasn't often that Nell was away from Ivan, it took a toll on her. Henry nodded, he understood. He hated it being away from Ivan.

“Sure. Okay. He'll like that.” Henry felt himself wanting to get on with it. Ask her what he'd been wanting to and get it out. “Oh Nell.”

“Hmm?”

“Never mind.” Henry shook his head. “It can wait, not important. Go on.”

He had been trying to find the right time to talk to her, about life and the direction it was moving. Perhaps now wasn't the best moment, they had time, it could wait.

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lis-likes-fics · 4 years

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Ragnarok Rant - Part One

Take off your socks and grab your crocs, it’s gonna be a wet ride.

We’re going to start out with 100 points and see where we end up by the end of this.

On Muspelheim First of all, Thor isn’t funny... or this smart. If he was caught, he’d just destroy the person who captured him and go on with his day like nothing ever happened. He wouldn’t be this logical and stick around, pretending to be bested so he could get answers. So, that -50 points from the score. Let’s see if we end up in the negatives by the end of this.

He is self-centered like this though, so I’ll give +10 points for accuracy. Again, he isn’t this funny. This scene shouldn’t exist because Thor wouldn’t have been caught in the first place. -15 points. Thor is too serious. If he saw a vision of Asgard falling to ruins, he wouldn’t be speaking like it was nothing. Like in Avengers: Age of Ultron, he would have taken the matter seriously and done what he thought would be ‘most logical’ in that pee-wee brain of his. He’s joking around too much and is out of character. -10 points. He is out of character and I actually prefer the brooding Thor over this one. The whole ‘’cause that’s what heros do’ line. Shouldn’t be there because he honestly isn’t as big a hero as others like to believe. -10 points.

The dragon, it’s the dragon. He would have killed the dragon as soon as he’d seen it. Thor would know how because he’d swing that hammer and that dragon wouldn’t stand a chance. So -10 points. So far we are at 15 points.

Skurge Loki is not an idiot, Taika. He would not hire Skurge as the new guard of the Bifrost. Loki would appoint this task to someone who shows to have a strong work ethic and who knows when it’s time to do his job and when it’s okay for him to chill out for a while. He wouldn’t choose an idiot who would use his job to gain the favoritism of the ladies. -50 points for screwing up Loki’s character. Skurge wouldn’t have to run to get to the palace because that’s just inconvenient. Loki would know Thor wouldn’t listen if he did just happen to pop in, so Skurge would have a horse so he could get to and from the palace. -20 points. We are now at -55 points.

Theatre Practice Okay, Loki is not self-centered like this. He may show off as being superior compared to everyone else because of his god title, but he would not write a play for himself. A statue, ofc he would build a statue. But a play is too much, even for him. And another thing. Why would he write into the play that he was a Frost Giant? He was raised to believe that the Jotuns were monsters that should be destroyed if they ever showed even a little bit of hostility. There may be a peace treaty between Jotunheim and Asgard, but that doesn’t mean that they are not still considered enemies. Loki would never disclose the information of him being a child of Jotunheim to the entire realm of Asgard. Ever. He’s too insecure about this fact to do so. -50 points for getting his character wrong.

Another thing, Loki ruled over Asgard peacefully for around two years. He has shown to be a great king and he is still unworthy of the throne? Yeah, right. He’s done a better job at being king than Odin and Thor combined. -20 points.

And the casting for the play. Is Taika even more of an idiot than I thought? Did he even watch Thor: The Dark World? Lady Sif and the Warriors Three were not on Svartalfheim. It was Jane, Thor, Loki, and Malekith and his army. -10 points for wrong information.

I will give points for Loki with his illusions to look like Odin saying ‘Oh, shit’. That was a funny joke and I will give that one to you. +10 points.

Here is some supporting evidence that Thor isn’t that smart. He’s just going to threaten, and possibly kill, his brother just because he’d done something with Odin. Nice job. Thor, you are only supporting my ranting about how you were a terrible brother. But that is for another time and there will be some of this in future sections of this rant. -50 points.

Another -50 points for threatening the life of Loki.

Thor, he did do what you asked, even if it was as Odin. You wanted independence, you didn’t want to rule over Asgard, so Loki left you alone. He didn’t do it to remain his cover either. As he’s said before. Loki never wanted to throne, he only ever wanted to be your equal. So when he leaves you alone like you wanted, you’re going to threaten his life because he ruled why you wouldn’t? Real smart, O Great God of Thunder. -30 points. We are currently at -225 points. You better hope Loki feels like being on his best behavior, that’s the only way you’re getting out of the negatives, Thor.

Midgardians and Sorcerers Here we are on Midgard. Shall I say it again? Loki is not an idiot. He would know better than to just stick Odin, the Former King of Asgard in a retirement home in Midgard. Against what I would have liked Loki to do, he respects Odin too much to put him at such lows. Yes, Odin was a terrible father, but Loki still tried to win his favor, to prove himself to the king. He had to have respected him at least a little bit to want to prove himself to him. -30 points.

Instead of being happy that his brother was alive and well and okay, Thor decides to be mad at him. Loki was presumed dead for two years and you find out he’s alive. The first thing you’re going to do after you had apparently ‘mourned’ him the whole time, is threaten him and emotionally and physically mistreat him? Yeah, I didn’t think so. -40 points.

I will give points for the ‘Jane dumped Thor’ thing. Mutual dumping? Yeah, right. She dumped you, Thor, and you know it. We all know it. It pleases me to know that Thor isn’t doing as well as he appears to be. +10 points. Loki’s reactions to the girls taking a picture with Thor is on point and I applaud you for getting his character right, even if it was just for a moment. Two claps and +10 points.

And Loki is right there. New York is always under attack, hell, the world is always under attack. The New York incident that happened 5 years ago is nothing compared to what they’ve been through and what they will go through. Most people would have learned to forgive and forget, so Loki would have gotten a picture or two in because, come on, look at him. Like those girls would have just passed by him like he wasn’t even there. -5 points.

Thor should know enough about Loki’s magic to know that his magic is green not gold. AS WELL AS HIS EYES THAT ARE GREEN AND NOT BLUE. THAT’S BULLSHIT! YOU SHOULD KNOW BY NOW THAT LOKI MATTERS, TAIKA. THE FANS ARE GONNA COME BEAT YOUR ASS. -20 points. And you were just climbing back up. Aw, too bad. I was being generous, too.

Loki is a great sorcerer who has been practicing magic for centuries. Compared to Dr. Strange who has been practicing magic for one year at the time, Loki beats him, by far. He would not have been falling for 30 minutes because he knows how to get out of situations like this. Think, Taika, think. -20 points.

And why tap the card if you think it’s Loki? Can I just say how dangerous that could have been, seeing as the umbrella is Mjolnir’s disguise. That could have injured Loki if it was actually him and Thor’s just going to tap him like that? -10 points.

I will say you did get character accuracy very close with Dr. Stephen Strange, so I will give you points on for it. Accuracy is key, Taika. Do you research and maybe you’d be able to nail it more often. +25 points.

Thor has killed more than Loki has. There were way less casualties caused by Loki in every movie he has been in than there were by Thor in Thor: Ragnarok alone. -10 points for accusing Loki of being a worst being than Thor.

Meddling with Thor’s hair gives you ten points because it is a sacred thing to him. Thank you for that. +10 points.

Ancient relics destroyed because Thor couldn’t just go to grab Mjolnir instead of summoning him. Have some respect, Thor. -10 points.

‘I have been falling for thirty minutes.’ I’m not doing it. Loki landed face first on the floor in a belly flop at who knows how many miles per hour. He’s lucky he’s a god because that fall would have been fatal otherwise. You’re also lucky you didn’t leave any bruises because that would have lost you more points than I’m about to take away. -40 points for making Loki seem like a lesser being.

Another thing with Loki. He would not immediately go to trying to kill Dr. Strange just because he had been falling for thirty minutes. He’s not impulsive and reckless. In fact, he probably would have applauded Dr. Strange for being able to hold him, the Great Loki, God of Mischief, for half an hour. Dr. Strange and Loki would not have immediately had that impression. So, Loki shouldn’t have his daggers out because that is not how he acts. That’s another forty points because Loki is not hostile like that. -40 points. That’s the end of this section. We are now at -425 points.

Odin I will applaud you on Norway. At least Taika knows enough to pick Norway as the place Odin dies. It shows that he knows something more about Norse Mythology than he has, as it is home of the vikings and, therefore, the Asgardians. +50 points for showing that you care at least a little bit about something seemingly small but big as this detail is.

Even with the mess up with Tom Hiddleston’s contacts, you did do well by Loki with his looks. He looks great, he’s acting as he would, and we fangirls appreciate what you did in this moment. +40 points.

Thor immediately believing Loki would make Odin act this way does not make me in the least bit pleased. Loki isn’t a menace and will never, ever, ever convince m that he is, no matter how much imaginary dirt Taika wants to throw in his face. -10 points because Thor is a gigantic oaf.

I will take it as a compliment when Odin told Loki that Frigga would have been proud of his strong magic. It helps to support that Loki is a very powerful sorcerer and he deserves to be told this, he needs to be told this more often. More compliments, more satisfied fans. +20 points.

So...Odin decides to die the one movie they actually need him? Could you yell terrible father for me? Thanks. -20 points for irresponsible parenting, making your children have to clean up a gigantic mess that you made.

This is a delicate matter that should be treated with the same level of delicacy. Odin tells his sons that he loves them. This is something you would expect if he were saying it to Thor, but to Loki, it is nowhere near right. By the way he has treated Loki through his entire life, it is clear that Odin does not love him. There is no evidence telling you that he does and the only way he could say this is by simply just saying this. There is no proof, no supporting evidence. Odin did not love Loki and for saying that he did is tempting me to take points. Loki’s reaction, however, is spot on. He does not know what love is and, therefore, reacts with such shock and surprise to hear that Odin claims to love him. It seems like one last manipulation Odin makes on Loki before he kicks the bucket and I do not appreciate it.

Let’s recap quickly over all the things done by Odin in the past movies. First, he raises Thor and Loki to believe that they are equals and will one day rule together as great kings, only to give the throne to a greedy and arrogant Thor and tell Loki, the more suitable king, that he is not worthy of the Throne of Asgard. When Loki learns of his true heritage, Odin tries to say that he was just trying to save an innocent child when, in fact, the only reason he saved Loki’s life that day was so have a bridge and a reason to finally make peace with the Jotuns. Odin goes into his Odin Sleep and it leaves the throne to Loki while Thor is banished. To prove himself, Loki tries to destroy Jotunheim and finish the job for Thor, having not been told or convinced that Jotunheim didn’t deserve to be destroyed. Again, Loki was raised to believe the Frost Giants were monsters who needed to be slayed, so destroying Jotunheim didn’t seem like a bad thing, especially when it was Thor doing the destroying. All Thor gets is a slap on the wrist while Loki gets disgraced for attempting it himself. At the end of Thor, when Loki ends up dangling from the Rainbow Bridge, only being held up by the sceptre Thor was holding to save his brother for once, he explains that he was only trying to prove himself as a good king, a good son. Odin decides to disown and disgrace Loki, pushing him to attempt suicide. When Loki is presumed dead for the first time, they throw a party in celebration of Thor and think no further of the Lost Prince of Asgard. That was just one movie.

In Thor: The Dark World, Loki is brought in for his crimes on Asgard after attempting to rule them all because he had been mind controlled by the Mad Titan, Thanos. Instead of questioning his son and giving him the benefit of a doubt, Odin decides to imprison the prince for life so he can rot in a cell and think about what he had done. This, in my opinion and possibly Loki’s as well, was a fate worse than death. While in the prison, Frigga dies and is not told by Odin, and is instead informed by a guard. Hm, something as personal as his beloved mother dying should be told to him by his father, instead by a guard. How wonderful. As a last ‘fuck you’ to Loki, Odin decides to tell him that he loves him. With everything I just explained, these are not actions of a father who loves his son. This is not right in the slightest bit and points will be taken. To show a little bit of mercy, I will be subtracting -70 points from the score.

The storm that rolls over them after Odin’s death is a good way to express Thor’s powers. I will give points for that. +10 points.

However, those points shall be taken for Thor’s immediate accusation at Loki. That is not how he should have done things. -10 points. The points are now at -415. Let’s see what will go on next.

Hela’s Arrival Loki’s change is nice and I love the outfit they have for him. His outfit on Sakaar shall be discussed further into the film. I would take points away from this because of the destruction caused by Thor’s lightning, but I’ll be generous and give the points. +20 points.

Hela’s whole look is amazing and very pleasing. I love how her colors are a nice tip of the hat to Norse Mythology where Hel is Loki’s daughter instead. Her look is wonderful. Her weapon choice and crown is another nice gesture to Loki. Knives and horns. +40 points for good costume choice.

Her kneel bit is also another wonderful choice and Loki’s response is even better. A nice load of points for giving these characters some nice touches. I can never get over this and it deserves the points I’m going to give. +50 points for a wonderful choice of dialogue.

I hate that Mjolnir was sadly destroyed but the idea of Hela still being worthy of him even after all the years since he originally belonged to her is a very good choice. I will not be taking points away for the destruction of Mjolnir, nor will I be giving points for Hela’s worthiness.

Thanks for Loki’s hair flip. +10 points. :)

Loki is not a coward! If he saw that there was danger, he wouldn’t immediately flee. He is self-preservative, not cowardly. It was a reckless choice to have Loki want to return to Asgard to get away from Hela. He would think of all of his options and choose the one that would be the most smart and safe. He wouldn’t risk putting his people in harm’s way by having Skurge bring them back to Asgard, he would find another solution where he and Thor lived and they escaped Hela’s clutches. This was out of character. Taika really thinks Loki’s a coward and he isn’t. He is intelligent and brave. If he ever ran from a fight, it was because he knew he would lose and he needed to find better resources to be able to fight back. He would not run and hide like a baby. He is not a baby. There will be points taken away for making Loki seem a way he isn’t. -40 points. I’m being generous.

That will conclude Part One of my Ragnarok Rant. I will be back soon to continue so that we can see where these points will go.

Starting Point: 100

Total Number of Points Given: +295

Total Number of Points Taken: -750

Total Number of Points: -335

To Be Continued...

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stony-ao3-feed · 4 years

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An Old Lore To Be Told

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by Fighting_for_Creativity

Anthony Edward Stark, Crown Prince of the human kingdom Iron, loved the stories Edwin Jarvis told him before bed. Stories of Magic. Of beings so different than humans. Stories of the fae, the elves, the dragons, the giants, the wizards, and the dwarfs.

Stories that the young prince wished were true. One day his wish is granted and a chance meeting leads to so much more. ~ Or to quote the Art Summary:

"Give all to love. Obey thy heart. Friends, kindred, days, estate, good fame, plans, credit, and the muse; nothing refuse."

Give All to Love by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Words: 17908, Chapters: 4/8, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Edwin Jarvis, Ana Jarvis, Howard Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Sarah Rogers, Peggy Carter, Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan, James Montgomery Falsworth, Jacques Dernier, Obadiah Stane, Johann Schmidt, Brock Rumlow, Sinthea Schmidt, Ophelia Schmidt (ofc), Hope Van Dyne, Scott Lang, Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan, Peter Parker, Loki (Marvel)

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Medieval, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Prince Anthony, Prince Steven - Freeform, Elf Steve, Magic, Fae Magic, Half Dragon-Elf Bucky, Hydra as a kingdom, Human Kingdom: Iron, Elf/Human Relationship(s), Elf Kingdom Brooklyn, Wizard Kingdom Hydra, King Howard Stark, King Johann Schmidt, Princess Sinthea, Princess Hope van Dyne, ABO (background), Half-human-fae Tony, Alpha Tony, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Steve Rogers, Arranged Marriage, Political Marriage, discussion of medieval wedlock practices, creepy old man marries young woman/teen (Stane/OfC) mentioned, Ana Jarvis dies, Howard Stark dies, aging with the characters, Violence, Period Typical Attitudes, Period-Typical Sexism, Period-Typical Underage, time period typical behavior, Magical Fight, BAMF Peggy, BAMF JARVIS, BAMF Hope, James "Rhodey" Rhodes is a Good Bro, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Clint Barton Is a Good Bro, Bucky is best bro, Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending, Some Deaths, A LOT of Angst, Not Actually Unrequited Love, BAMF Pepper, Minor Happy Hogan/Pepper Potts, Minor Character Death, Queen Pepper, Queen Sarah, Alternate Universe - Fae, King of the Frost Giants Loki

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The Perfect Pair

Warnings: swearing, smut +18!!, angst I think (please let me know if I miss anything)

Pairing: Loki x OFC

A/N: Character’s thoughts are in italics

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Chapter 3: Something More?

(Loki POV)

I followed Violet as we moved out of the cave, watching her jump from rocks, mumbling to herself. “What are you doing?” I said as she stopped on top of a rock, throwing her arms out. “Entertaining myself,” she jumped down again. She started to sing out loud now that I called her out; I didn’t recognize the song, but I didn’t mind. I kept watching her put on a show, jumping around and singing when I realized I was smiling. Do I care about her? I shook my head, pushing the thought away that kept creeping into my mind after she called me out. My head started to ache at the constant battle with myself until I finally saw the sunset from the cave entrance a few hundred feet before us. Violet stopped at the entrance, staring out at the sunset; I stopped short, watching as the light washed over her, lighting up her skin, making her hair shimmer. “Beautiful,” I whispered, my chest constricting in admiration. “Isn’t it?” Violet turned toward me, a smile on her face. I was blown away by how stunning she looked bathed in the sunlight; I realized she heard me and didn’t know I was talking about her. “Y-yeah, I forget how beautiful Earth can sometimes be,” I said as I stood next to her. Violet closed her eyes, smiling as she stood in the sunlight as it disappeared over the horizon, taking a deep breath. “Ready to go?” she looked at me. “Yeah,” I grabbed her shoulder, thinking of the conjoined rooms we were staying in. She moved away from me as I opened my eyes; she walked through the bathroom toward her room, leaving me standing there. “I’m taking a shower!” I yelled to her. “Okay,” I heard her reply. I peeled my clothes off and stepped into the shower, turning the water to an uncomfortably cold temperature, even for me, trying to freeze out the memories of what happened in the cave. My hands against the shower wall, the ice-cold water beating against my back, and I still couldn’t get the sound of her soft moans out of my head or the way her lips moved against mine. Somehow, I forced my eyes open, pulling myself from the memory, trying to ignore my dick standing at attention, but I sighed, giving in. I gripped my hard-on, slowly pumping my hand over it, closing my eyes again, thinking of Violet. I groaned, increasing the speed, trying to stay as quiet as possible; I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. “Hey, Loki?” Violet’s voice broke through my haze; my eyes flew open, and I ripped my hand away from myself. “Yeah?” I answered, thankfully, my voice came out even. “I was going to get dinner. Do you want me to wait for you?” I heard her closer now. I leaned out of the shower, keeping my waist far away from the thin plastic, and saw her standing near her door. “Yeah, if you don’t mind. Could you do me a favor and grab some of the clothes from my room? I didn’t think of it. Jeans and a t-shirt will be fine, oh a towel too,” I yelled as she walked into my room. “I grabbed boxers for you too,” she set the pile on the sink. “Hurry up,” she said over her shoulder before leaving. I sighed before quickly rubbing shampoo in my hair and scrubbing at my skin; I shut the water off and reached out for the towel. I walked into her room a few minutes later, pulling a zip-up jacket on to find her tying a new pair of boots. “Where did you get these again?” I raised an eyebrow at her. “I can make myself invisible to people here, so it was pretty easy,” she smirked. She stood up showing off the outfit she picked out; she had dark blue jeans on, black boots, and a black shirt that hung loosely around her with holes in the shoulders and a deep V. Her black hair fell in waves around her face; I tried to swallow around the lump in my throat. “Ready?” I asked, gesturing for the door. /// After we ate dinner, Violet didn’t want to go back just yet, so we walked through the street of Chicago. I watched her look around at the city in amazement, admiring the lights, shops, all the people, and I followed behind, keeping an eye on her. The longer we walked, the more things I realized I enjoyed about her, the small things, aside from the unnerving, overwhelming pull to just be near her. I enjoyed how she lived in a musical; she was always singing and dancing even in the most serious of situations. The way she’d dance around me if I were too quiet for her liking. I liked the way she braided her hair if she had nothing better to, the way she chewed on her lip when she was deep in thought. The darker side of me enjoyed how she could shut it all off; she could kill someone with ease and go right back to the beautiful things in life. I love how she can live in the best of both worlds. Woah, love? “Loki!” Violet shouted, waving her hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my thought. “Yes, darling,” I said sarcastically. “Ha-ha, I said, do you want to head back?” Violet stared up at me. “Yeah, that’s fine,” I shrugged, turning around to walk back. I felt Violet’s hand grab onto my arm, and suddenly I was sucked off the street and found myself in her room. “What the hell?” I looked around. My eyes landed on Violet, smiling proudly at me, bouncing slightly. “You did that?” I looked at her, my brows furrowed. “Yeah!” she squealed. “That’s amazing,” I smiled brightly at her, genuinely proud of her hard work. “I’ve been practicing,” she meekly turned away from me. “Be proud of yourself. You transferred two people; that’s no easy feat,” I put my hands on her shoulders, smiling down at her. “Thanks, Loki,” she smiled at me, leaning her cheek on my hand. “Get some sleep; we’re going to New York tomorrow. The doctor has finished the machine to open the portal we need,” I rubbed my thumb on her shoulder before pulling my hands away. “Finally!” she said, flopping down on her bed. “Get some sleep,” I smiled tightly before walking towards the bathroom. “Loki?” I heard her voice, closer this time, but I kept my back to her. “Hm?” I waited. “Do you care about me?” she whispered. Thank god my back was still to her so that she couldn’t see the expression on my face. “For some reason, yes,” I said, turning my face slightly towards her. “Why?” she asked more confidently this time. “You’re not scared of me. When I lose control and should scare you, I don’t,” I couldn’t stop the words tumbling from my mouth. “You accept the nasty things I say, the pain I cause you, the pain I bring on other people, and you enjoy it. I’m undeniably drawn to you in a way I don’t quite understand, and that is very unsettling.” I paused for a moment, watching her expression softened slightly. “You’re broken and hateful, darling, yet you still find beauty in the oddest thing,” I finally managed to shut myself up. “That was more than I expected, honestly,” she said, a little shocked; I snorted. “Goodnight, Vi,” I said, my mouth pulling into a thin line. “No,” she said simply; I turned slightly, raising an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” I turned around completely. “I’m not done here,” she was standing much closer this time. She jumped, wrapping her arms around my neck and crashing her lips to mine; I instinctively wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer. She shifted and wrapped her legs around my waist, surprising me, before kissing me deeper. I recovered from the shock of the situation, running my hands to her thighs, sucking her tongue into my mouth, earning a soft moan from her. “Mmm,” I rumbled deep in my chest, breaking the kiss, moving my lips to her neck. I kissed and nibbled down her neck; her head fell back, giving me better access. I carried her to the bed, continuing my assault on her soft skin; her breathy moans were driving me insane. She moved her hands from around my neck, pushing my head away so she could yank her shirt over her head. I reached around and unhooked her bra in one swift motion, yanking it off, throwing it across the room. I dropped her down on the bed, unzipped my hoodie, and tossed it too, crawling on top of Violet, my lips finding her skin again. I ran kisses down her collar bone, my mouth finally finding her nipple, flicking my tongue over it as my other hand massaged the other. “Loki,” she moaned, wiggling underneath me. “Beautiful,” I growled. Violet clawed for my shirt, causing it to rip some; I decided to rip it completely off, throwing it towards the rest of the stray clothes. Her eyes widened, a lust-filled grin pulling across her face. She sat up, holding herself up on one arm, roughly pulling my lips to hers again. My hand ran down her thigh, stopping short, realizing her jeans were still on. “Off, now,” I commanded. She froze for a second but quickly slid out of her jeans, licking her lips; I moved back between her legs, my fingers ghosting across her outside of her underwear. “Uh,” a moan died in her throat when I moved my fingers away. Suddenly her eyes lit up; she sat forward, unbuttoning my pants, pushing them off my hips letting them pool at my ankles. Her wide eyes were glued to the tent in my underwear; her head snapped up, eyes locking with mine as she ran delicate fingers up the length of it. A growl deep in my chest made her smile, changing to rubbing her palm over it instead. “On your knees,” I commanded; she was eager to comply. She kneeled in front of me, looking up into my eyes; the complete submission could’ve made me come right there. She slowly reached up towards my boxers, waiting to see if I objected; she pulled my boxers down, my cock springing free. “Open,” I commanded roughly. Violet smirked before opening her mouth, sticking her tongue out; I ran the head over her tongue, groaning at the contact. She slowly took the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue. “Shit,” I groaned. She started bobbing her head, taking more of the length in her mouth with each movement; I shuttered when she quickly took my entire cock in her mouth. My head fell back, moaning loudly as she started picking up her pace; I tangled my fingers in her hair. I could feel my orgasm barreling at me; I grabbed a fistful of Violet’s hair, my cock popping out of her mouth. A high-pitched, surprised moan left her lips, her mouth still in an “O” shape as she looked into my eyes. “I wasn’t done,” Violet practically whined. “I’m not either,” I growled, pulling her to her feet by her hair, attaching my lips to hers again. I reached down to her opening, finding her panties were in the way; I ripped them from her, tossing them over my shoulder. Arousal was dripping from her by the time my fingers got there; I ran my fingers slightly through her opening before rubbing small circles around her clit. She started panting a soft moan into my mouth as I picked up speed; I pushed her towards the bed. She collapsed onto her elbows as I slid a finger inside her, still rubbing circles around the bundle of nerves. I inserted another finger, pumping slowly, finding her sweet spot. I moved my finger from her clit, dragging my lips down her body; I softly flicked my tongue as I made it to her clit. “Ah,” she moaned, her eyes screwing shut. “Look at me,” I commanded. “You wait until I tell you to come, little one,” I stopped all movement. “Yes, sir,” she moaned softly, my cock getting painfully hard. I resumed swirling my tongue around her clit, pumping my fingers faster than before; her moans got louder and louder as her orgasm built. I could feel how close she was, her walls squeezing around my fingers; she was desperately trying to hold out. “Come for me, darling,” I demanded; she screamed, letting go. She came all over my hands, twitching as she rode out her high; I pulled my fingers out, licking them clean as she watched me, intrigued. “You’re delicious, darling,” I winked. “Loki, please,” Violet whimpered, reaching for me. “What is it?” I cocked my head to the side, playing dumb. “I need you,” she panted. “Tell me what you need,” I directed. “Fuck me, please,” she tried to reach for me again, but I stayed out of reach. “Elaborate little one,” I teased, running my fingers up her thigh. “God damnit, Loki, if you don’t fuck me until I forget my name, I’m going to do it myself,” she barked at me. “Say no more, my dear,” I growled, roughly pulling her to the edge of the bed where I stood. I lined up with her opening, slowly pushing into her, letting her adjust as I inched deeper. “Mmm, so wet for me,” I whispered. “All for you,” she finished with a moan as I bottomed out. I stood still, watching her wiggle underneath me, needing friction. “Loki, please!” her begging became more desperate. I roughly snapped my hips into her, causing her to scream out; my head was spinning. I started to slowly thrust into hers, finding a rhythm that made her moan every time. I pulled out of her suddenly, she gasped, snapping her eyes to mine; I flipped her on her stomach, pulling her to her knees. I slid back in from behind, finding my rhythm again, slamming into her sweet spot with each thrust; her head fell back onto my shoulder, her moans filling my head. My fingers slid over her clit again, drawing different shapes, while my other hand clamped down on her throat, squeezing. Violet was coming unraveled as I pounded into her; her moans become more frantic, her body shaking against mine. “Don’t you come yet,” I growled in her ear; she whimpered desperately, I chuckled. I picked up my pace, moans leaving my mouth at a more consistent interval as I got closer to the edge; my thrust started to get sloppy, and I could feel my orgasm coming. Violet was violently shaking under me, trying to hold out for me. “Let go,” I choked out. She screamed even louder this time as she came, dragging me over the edge with her. I yelled out as I came, coating her walls, burying myself deep inside her. She collapsed against me, desperately trying to catch her breath, tears of ecstasy rolling down her cheeks. I slowly slid out of her, causing her to shutter, but held her close, dropping my head on her shoulder, breathing heavily. Her hand found its way to my hair, where she lazily played with my messy curls. “Have I ever told you how cute your curls are?” she whispered, twirling a curl around her finger. “Have I ever told you how absolutely beautiful you are?” I whispered into her shoulder. “I don’t think so,” she leaned her cheek on the side of my head. The muscles in my legs started to twitch in my post-orgasm haze; I ached to drop onto the soft sheets. “I’m ready for bed,” I stood up straighter, bracing to catch her if I needed to. “Will you stay?” she asked, still facing away from me. I turned her around, cupping her face in my hands, staring into her eyes. “Are you sure?” I whispered. “Please,” she whispered back; I gently kissed her lips. “Let’s go clean up first,” I smiled at her. I helped her to her feet, keeping her balanced on wobbly legs as we went to the bathroom. “Go,” I pointed to the toilet; she scoffed but obeyed. I grabbed two clean wash cloths and running them under warm water before cleaning myself off. After using the bathroom, she washed her hands; I picked her up and sat her on the sink; she squealed at the cool touch. I ran the clean washcloth over her thighs, along with her core, cleaning any remnants of my come. “Let’s go to bed,” she yawned. “I’m going to grab clean boxers; I’ll meet you there,” I smiled, shooing her towards the bedroom. I came back in clean underwear to find her curled up in bed with an oversized t-shirt on, reaching towards me. I climbed into bed next to her, pulling her into my chest; she snuggled closer, sighing. “Goodnight, Loki,” she whispered. “Goodnight, darling,” I muttered. I drifted off to sleep listening to Violet’s soft breathing.

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