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Quite a week for Hiddles in The Wild sightings!!
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i will never forget the day tom hiddleston looked me dead in the eyes for .2 seconds
#truly the highlight of my existence#everything was downhill from there#.......#hey#uh#wait#i think everything WAS downhill from there#.......................#oh no#personal#woah im a person??? wild#hiddles
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Reading list November 2023
It's December and that doesn't just mean the Christmas season starts and it's the time for cozy evenings with candles, blankets and a hot chocolate, but also: it's time for another reading list.
It feels like it's been so long since Loki graced us with a new episode every week. I'm still not quite over the ending, although this interview did heal my poor heart a little, if only just a bit. I hope you're coping well with the ending. And now, happy reading.
✨And don't forget to reblog the storys you read to support all these lovely writers.✨
My other Reading lists can be found in my Fanfiction Bookshelf.
Series | Collections | Multi Parts
The Redbridge Hunts @fanficshiddles
8 Chapters (on going) | Vampire!Loki | fluff
prev. | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8
Summary: Claire moves to Demsdale to take up a new job as an assistant teacher for one Loki Laufeyson. She's also very intrigued with all of the rumours within the borough of Redbridge. However, as she starts to fall for Loki's charm and good looks, she also learns that all of the rumours might not just be rumours after all.
Double Cross @gigglingtiggerv2
12 chapters (on going) | Jaguar Villain!Tom | dark, smut
Summary: In Dante’s inferno, the Eighth Circle of Hell was reserved for liars, panderers, thieves and murderers. For the criminal underworld it is an opulent London club, representing neutral territory where deals can be made, grievances aired and scores settled.
For the owner, Thomas Cross, it is his own private kingdom, one where he makes the rules and wields absolute authority. Recently, however, that authority has come under threat. In order to maintain his standing and the Club’s ruthless reputation, it is imperative he find the perpetrator.
In this violent place, where lies are currency and everyone has their own agenda, who can he trust? Certainly not Verity Williams, the talented thief who has her own reasons for infiltrating his organisation.
Neither can deny the sparks that fly whenever they’re together, but if he’s not careful, will those sparks burn down everything he’s created?
Déchiré @ijuststareatstuffhereok89
7 chapters (on going) | Loki, Bucky, Captain America | smut
You are a HYDRA agent sent to infiltrate the notorious Avengers, to tear them apart in the worst way possible in order to make them vulnerable to attack. In the midst of the wild heat you generate, three suitors take your bait.
One Shots
Firestarter @delaber
4,2k | AvengersMovie!Loki | smut, hatefucking
Rule Number One @just-the-hiddles
medium | Jonathan Pine | smut, dom/sub, daddy, spanking
Gorgeous @ghostofskywalker
1,2k | Avenger!Loki | fluff
Heavy Petting @wheredafandomat
800 | Loki | smut
I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch @wheredafandomat
short | Loki | smut, oral (f reserving)
Aftercare @sarahscribbles
680 | Loki | fluff, spicy
If I was your best friend @wheredafandomat
medium | Loki | smut
Worshiped by a God @sarahscribbles
1,1k | Loki | fluff, smut
Best of Friends @just-the-hiddles
long | Actor!Tom Hiddleston | fluff, friends to lovers
Duty of Care @muddyorbsblr
1,9k | Jonathan Pine | smut, fluff
Winter Warmers: A Winters Night on Asgard @lokischambermaid
930 | Asgard!Loki | fluff
The Sandwich Incident @holdmytesseract
1,2k | Tom Hiddleston | fluff, humour
My Girl @lokisgoodgirl
1,8k | Avenger!Loki | smut, man-bun
Lactation @viviluvssmut
1k | Loki | smut, oral (f reserving)
Drabbles
Don't Move, Darling @sarahscribbles
1,1k | Loki | smut, teasing, edging
Time slipping @wheredafandomat
600 | TVA Loki | smut, hurt/comfort
praise kink, gagging, hickies @ragnarachael
short | Jonathan Pine | smut, daddy kink
Headcanons
Loki and the Watcher @benevolentgodloki
✨Happy reading 😊✨
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Many of the fanfictions are 18+, so if you're under 18, don't read them.
#tom hiddleston#hiddleston#fanfiction#multi chapter#one shot#drabble#headconon#loki#loki laufeyson#fluff#loki fluff#loki smut#smut#fic recs
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Friends of Farm Witches Fic Recs
We made it! The coven is pleased to wrap up another year of friends and fics here on the farm. We're grateful to share this fandom with all of you and we look forward to continuing our work in the new year.
May you find peace and quiet in which to read, tasty foods for snacking, and abundant joy in everything you do.
Be well, farm witch friends, and enjoy this last community rec list of 2023. Leave the authors some love and kind words to cap off this year's creative journeys.
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All the Fellas That I Haven’t Kissed (@apothecarypants, @five678patty )“David is Sexy Santa. Patrick is Completely Smitten. That’s all you really need to know.”
Apricity (@demora00) “Hygge vibes, coffee shop, colleagues to lovers, relationship of convenience, hanukkah, solstice, along with a spa visit and an aurora borealis - what's not to like?”
Going Down (@concannonfodder) “This one is long and gets angsty around chapter 15 but the first 14 are a sweet and sexy way to spend New Years. Gallery Owner!David and Tourist!Patrick get stuck in a midtown NYC elevator on New Years Eve. After a few trapped hours of lively banter, vulnerable exchanges, and delicious sexual tension, they decide to spend the next few days together. Excellent writing.”
Hopes As High As A Kite (hudders-and-hiddles/ @wild-aloof-rebel) “It’s so beautifully written with all the Hallmark Christmas movie vibes. It’s one of my go-to holiday reads. Curl up with a hot cuppa and let this make you feel like you’re being wrapped up in the coziest blanket.”
How Do We Get Back (@unfolded73) “An AU testing the "in-every-universe" principle: will David and Patrick find each other, even when stuck in a particularly angst-ridden timeline? (Spoiler: they *will*!) Funny and fast-moving, with excellent cameos by Twyla and Gwen and some shocking (but temporary) bad news, this story is a great way to spend a cozy afternoon.”
How the reindeer loved him (yourbuttervoicedbeau/@kiwiana-writes) “A masterclass in 'this concept shouldn't work as well as it does' tbh - the entire premise is RIDICULOUS but it’s stuffed full of feelings and knocks it out of the park.”
Making Spirits Bright (roseapothecary/@indestructibleheart) “It’s “A Christmas Carol” for Patrick! You know Patrick’s story, and you can guess what the ghosts might show him. But I promise this fic gives us scenes that are fresh and new. There’s a lot of humor mixed in with the painful realizations, and, overall, it’s a strong, well-written, and satisfying fic.”
Now you see me (@grapehyasynth) “Stevie sets David and Patrick up on a blind date and though there isn't a lot of plot, the banter is SO sharp and the characterization is SO perfect that the piece just shimmers. This is a deep-cut one-shot first-meeting/first-date AU from 2019.”
#friends of farm witches fic recs#sc fanfic#sc fic rec#schitt's creek fanfic#schitts creek fic#schitt's creek fic#sc fic#david rose#patrick brewer#david x patrick
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It's a dark and rainy Monday here, perfect for reading a fic while drinking something hot at your local coffee shop. Here are some new (and old) recommendations to keep you company!
liv's recs: turning the tide by @schittyfic [david/patrick, G, one shot]
Don't Fold a Grudge by @lisamc-21 [david/patrick, T, one shot]
Where Words Fail by @mostlyinthemorning [david/patrick, G, one shot]
Romantically in Business by @sullymygoodname [david/patrick, E, one shot]
julie's recs: Goodwill by Hth [david/patrick, M, one shot]
'til we come to by hudders-and-hiddles @wild-aloof-rebel [david/patrick, E, one shot]
In the Meantime by @weathereyehorizon [patrick & stevie, T, one shot]
ali's recs: So put your little hand in mine by @meadowharvest4856 [david & alexis, G, one shot]
October 15th by @simplymarleycat [david/patrick, T, one shot]
Aim, Snap, Fall by @apothecarose [david/patrick, G, one shot]
Beneath the Winter Snow by @distractivate [david/patrick, E, multichapter]
jette's recs: I will catch you, I'll be waiting by iola17 @beaiola [david/patrick, M, one shot]
You dropped this by lonely_ampersand @smblmn [david/patrick, T, one shot]
If Heaven Had a Creek by authorbynight @wearpersistencewell [david/patrick, T, one shot, *MCD]
Busted by lisamc21 @lisamc-21 [david/patrick, E, one shot]
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Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 30
Loki/OFC Rated E: Trigger Warnings: Smut, Sex, Oral Sex, Angst, talk of suicide, therapy, unhealthy family dynamics, mention of torture and mind control, touch starved, drinking, memory loss.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27, Chapter 28, Chapter 29
Loki’s plans to conquer and rule Midgard have come to a disastrous end. After being captured by the Avengers, he is being held on Earth. Odin has refused to interfere, and the outlook for the God of Mischief appear bleak. His only hope may lie in one mortal woman, a Psychiatric expert brought in to interrogate him.
Dr. Caroline Thorpe is intrigued by Loki and thinks that more lies beneath his actions than is commonly known. Can she find out the truth before he is shipped off to die for crimes against the Earth? And can Loki bring himself to care?
@yespolkadotkitty @just-the-hiddles @hopelessromanticspoonie @wine-and-whines @arch-venus25 @caffiend-queen @devilish–doll @enchantedbyhiddles @hiddlesholic @i-do-not-fangirl-i-fanwoman @kellatron55 @ladyoftheteaandblood @latent-thoughts @yespolkadotkitty@maryxglz @myoxisbroken @nuggsmum @nildespirandum @pedeka @redfoxwritesstuff @sinfully-lustful-darling @vodka-and-some-sass @wrathkitty @kingtwhiddleston @wolfsmom1 @poetic-fiasco @shiningloki @dangertoozmanykids101 @bookworm-christina @amwolowicz @delightfulheartdream @frostbitten-written @what-a-flammable-heart @tom-hlover @nonsensicalobsessions @myraiswack @loki-yoursaviourishere @ghostypau @ms-cellanies @colorfulfreakstudentpizza @mareebird @colorfulfreakstudentpizza @szycha22 @chokemedaddyloki @queenofallhobos @just-the-hiddles-reads @alwida10 @justjoanne242 @chantsdemarins @lovelysizzlingbluebird @lokiprompts @evieplease @unlucky-number-13 @bitchassbecky691 @georges-left-ear @mischief2sarawr @thedistractedagglomeration
Everything in the world seemed big. He was scared. Cold. Could not bring his mind to form words to fit to his thoughts.
Ice and rock surrounded him, looming up from the ground and down from the ceiling like monster fangs ready to devour him. The dark haired woman who had cooed to him, who had looked at him with a soft, gentle gaze, was no longer within his range of vision. He was alone. It was terrifying.
Yet as terrifying as it was to be alone, the giant who burst into the space was infinitely worse. He was huge and wild, covered in blood like some beast. One hand gripped a brutal looking axe, and a gauged hole was all that remained of one eye.
"Odin," the voice in his mind breathed. He was not alone then, not completely.
As Loki shrunk back onto the slab of stone the woman had carefully placed him on, the giant turned and pierced him with his one good eye.
"What have we here?"
His voice was little more than a growl. Loki could feel the animosity in it. Rough hands reached down to pick him up and carry him closer to a bristly beard and mustache surrounding a pair of pursed lips. There was no warmth, no kindness for him in that look. Instinctively, wanting to calm the fire of the creature's dislike, Loki tried to figure out why this man might loathe him so. He must look like a monster to the monster, he reasoned. Hoping to mollify the man, he thought of the woman who had held him before, the one other face he could remember. Bringing all the concentration he could muster, Loki willed himself to appear more like her.
He must have done something right, because the huge man looked intrigued now, rather than repulsed. Still, he kept Loki clutched in his oversized hands.
"Odin," the dark-haired woman's voice was not as it was when she had spoken so sweetly to Loki. It seemed as cold as the room around them.
The giant spun, and Loki was able to just make out once more the woman. She was slumped on the floor, fatigue stamped onto a beautiful face. Loki could feel waves of love around her and wished that it was she who held him now.
"Volla!"
He feared for a moment that the man would drop him and let out a startled little wail. The hands instead closed tighter around him, and he found that this was almost as bad.
"Where have you been? We have been frantic in our search for you!"
"I have been here, at least of late," her voice held humor, but a touch of pain as well.
"You sister is mad with worry. You disappeared without so much as a by your leave!"
"Perhaps because I tired of living by your leave, Odin Allfather. I wanted to live for myself, to find out what the worlds had to offer."
"Had to offer? I had secured you an offer of mariage that would have made you a Queen of Alfheim!"
"Yes, but I never really cared for Elves. Too much musty, esoteric poetry. And Freyr is such a bore. We would never have suited."
"You could have said as much," his voice was angry, and Loki began fussing in his grasp.
"I would have helped you, Volla. I would have given you the life you desired. I only wanted to protect you," the voice in Loki's mind sounded sad.
"You expect the Goddess of Secrets to share her inner thoughts?" Volla asked, again with a mischievous curl of her lips. "No, you know you would not have approved of what I wanted for myself."
"And what was that?"
"Adventure! To live a full and tumultuous life."
"And I suppose this creature here is the result of that? He is yours I take it?"
"He is," Loki heard pride in her voice, and a warmth spread through him despite the cold. "My little Loki."
"My little Loki! How could I not have known?"
"And where is the father then, who left you here to suffer the trial of delivery alone? Does he have so little respect for a Goddess?"
"He could not be with me," she said with a frown. "Some bellicose berserker of a King came rampaging in with an army, forcing him to go to war."
"Then I was right. It is the child of one of those cursed brutes."
"It is the child of ME!" she corrected, struggling to rise up as much as she could. "The son of a Goddess and of a King!"
"No!" Odin gasped, holding Loki further from his chest, bringing back the fear of plummeting to the stone floor. "Even you, wild and capricious as you are, would not be so brazen!"
"You hold in your hands the first-born son of Laufey, King of Jotunheim," her words echoed about them.
"Laufey's heir!"
"Perhaps," her voice lost some of its assurance.
"What do you mean? If this is his son..."
"Not if Odin. It is his son. But while Laufey would love the babe, there would be some trouble with his subjects. As you well know, I am not his wife. And Hyrrokkin is a jealous bride. She would attempt to set him aside so that her brood, if she can ever tempt Laufey to her bed long enough to sire one, would rule."
"And yet you lowered yourself to birth his bastard," Odin's voice dripped with disappointment.
"I wanted a child. A strong, clever child. Laufey gave one to me. It is an unexpected misfortune that I will not be around to guide him to his birthright."
"What do you mean?"
"Use your eyes, Odin. Or eye, I should say. I am dying. My time came early, and as you so kindly pointed out, there was no one to assist in the birthing. I fear my little Loki will have to make do without me."
"Volla, no!"
"Oh, my darling girl." Loki wished he could comfort the lady who's voice he heard, so bereft did she sound.
Odin knelt down beside her in a movement so sudden that Loki cried out in fear. He could smell her now, though. Even though her scent was mixed with sweat and an odd metallic tang it still comforted him to be near her.
"I fear it is so," she said simply, reaching out to tenderly brush Loki's face.
"I will not lose you. Frigga loves you too well, and you have been all but a child to us both. A willful, stubborn child, but no less dear for all for all of that."
"Even you cannot stop death, Odin. But while I may not be able to return with you, I leave you a happy replacement."
"You cannot mean for me to take the child?"
Loki realized on some level that they were talking of him now, and anxious noises began to bubble up from inside him.
"I cannot raise him, and in my absence Hyrrokkin will seek to do him harm. Bring him to Frigga. Let him help heal the hurt my death will cause her."
"Nothing will do that. This will destroy her. The babe that killed you will be no substitute."
"My sister is stronger than you think. And Loki did not kill me! That was but chance and my own will to do as I please. Promise me, Odin Bor's Son. Swear to me now an oath over my death's blood that you will take my child to raise as a Prince of the Nine Realms."
"She knows me better than you do, old man."
There was a long moment where only Loki's own soft cries broke the silence. At last, the giant holding him bowed his head in acquiescence.
"I so swear. Loki son of Volla shall have a place in my hall and at my table, to be cared for as befits his birth and station as child of a Goddess."
"Thank you."
It was as though all the energy she had put forth to extract the promise from him had been the only thing holding her upright. With her words, she sank back against the wall, limp and spent. Odin took her slim pale had in his and brought it to his face in an oddly gentle gesture. Loki was surprised to see a fat tear fall from his intact eye.
"Ancestors," Odin intoned, words sound ripped from somewhere deep inside him, "Volla, Goddess of Secrets comes to you now. Know how much she was loved in life and grant her a seat in your halls among the glorious dead."
Another tear fell down, splashing onto Loki's face and causing his own eyes to close and for him to begin to cry as well. The tears mixed together, and in the swirl of saltwater his mind began to blur again.
He wanted to stay. He desperately wanted to stay with this dark-haired woman who named him and loved him. But the other woman, the one who had kept watch over him and helped to steer his course through all of these swirling memories was weeping. He could do nothing for the one but perhaps, if he could find her again, he could be of aid to the other.
"Come back to me, my Loki, my nephew and my son. Come back to yourself. Be whole and be happy."
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"Odin, Son of Bor! We need to have a conversation. Now."
Caroline winced involuntarily as the door to the room slammed behind Frigga. In her brief time on Asgard, Loki's adopted mother had been kind, understanding, regal, everything one would expect and hope for her to be. While Caroline had been a bit intimidated by her, it had never occurred to her to outright fear Frigga.
That ended now as she stormed up to her husband, eyes blazing with anger. While not as bulky as her husband, Frigga stood nearly as tall as him, and the way her hand fingered the dagger on her hip spoke of more than a passing familiarity with a blade. Against her natural inclination Caroline could almost feel a reluctant sympathy for Odin.
"Frigga, you look upset," Odin stated the obvious. Is something bothering you? Perhaps we should go someplace private to discuss it."
Frigga's eyes narrowed to slits as she glared at her husband.
"We will speak right here and now," she proclaimed, voice commanding the room. "Is there anything you wish to tell me, my husband? Think long and hard."
"Asgard could not wish for a better Queen than you." Odin tried.
So fast that for a moment she thought she had imagined it, Caroline saw Frigga's hand shoot out and strike Odin squarely across his face hard enough that his whiskered head snapped to one side.
"Try again," his Queen instructed.
"Mother, what has come over you?" Thor's voice rang with concern.
"I wondered," Frigga's eyes did not move from her husband's face, "why it was that you were so opposed to Loki regaining his memories. After all, the secret had been let out. Our son might not remember his true origins, but enough others did that it hardly mattered beyond a personal level. The tale of Odin Allfather adopting the son of his mortal enemies and raising him for reasons benevolent or nefarious depending on the teller's inclinations was loose in the world."
"I wanted to spare you and our son grief," Odin tried to explain.
"Silence!" Much to Caroline's surprise Odin's jaw snapped shut. "As I was saying, there was no reason to keep secret the truth of Loki's Jotun blood. What then, would it be that you feared from the procedure?"
"Could I not simply worry about my younger son?"
"You could," Frigga snarled. "But you didn't. You feared something else. Tell me, Odin Allfather, Son of Bor. The story of how you found our son, a newborn babe, left all alone to freeze to death on an altar to some unknown God. That wasn't quite the way it happened, was it?"
"Frigga - "
"Mother, what are you saying?" Thor was blinking with confusion.
"You said it was a temple, didn't you?" Frigga asked in a tone of clamped down anger.
"I did, and it was."
"What sort of temple?" Frigga demanded.
"I don't see why -"
"WHAT SORT OF TEMPLE?"
"A Valor temple," Odin muttered.
"A Valor temple. On Jotunheim. That didn't strike you as strange?"
"Of course it did," Odin sounded like a truculant child. "That is why I was investigating in the first place."
"I see. And this temple, was it to any particular Valar God?"
"If you have something to say, just say it, Frigga," Odin snapped, changing tactics as his face turned red, obscuring the mark of his wife's handprint.
"Volla." Frigga hissed. "It was a temple to Volla."
"It may have been."
"May have been," Frigga mimicked harshly. "You think that in any universe I would not recognize a temple to my own sister?"
Caroline was uncertain what was happening under the words spoken by the Asgardian royal couple, but the air vibrated with tension and hostility. A quick glance to Thor was enough to show her that he was almost as lost as she was.
"My love -"
"You saw her!" Frigga wailed. "You spoke with her. My sister, the child I had all but raised after our parents left us for the ancestors' halls. I was nigh mad with grief and worry, scouring the universe for her. You found her and you hid that knowledge from me. You let me go on searching for her for decades, when you had witnessed her passing yourself."
"Father is this true?"
"Stay out of this, Thor," Odin shouted at his first born.
"Do not take out your guilt on our son!" Frigga stepped between Odin and Thor. "Answer me, husband. You saw my sister in her last moments."
"I did," Odin admitted reluctantly after a pregnant pause.
Once more, the sound of Frigga's slap echoed through the room.
"She had disgraced herself!" Odin said, clearly in pain but ignoring it. "We had thought she might have been abducted or have been on some secret quest on behalf of her devotees. Any of a dozen explanations had been bandied about as a reason for her disappearance, and any of them would have been more admirable than the truth that. I wanted to spare you the knowledge that your sister had left us of her own free will to become whore to the enemy."
He was clearly expecting the third slap, as he grabbed her wrist mid-swing. He was not, however, expecting the quick knee up that followed it. Odin staggered backwards, releasing Frigga as he doubled over in pain.
"My sister was a Princess of Valor and the Goddess of Secrets," Frigga's voice was ice cold. "She was no whore. She was a free spirit who chose to give herself to a King as his Consort. There is no shame in this. She gave birth to a son, the firstborn son of a King and a Goddess, a God in his own right. Her only mistake was in trusting you to care for him."
"I did care for him!" Odin's voice was rough with pain. "I brought him to you!"
"Yes, you brought him to me. You gave me the great joy of a second child to love and take pride in. You watched as we formed a bond of great depth, forged in no small part by our shared attributes. And did it never once occur to you to tell me he was my nephew? I had a living connection to my sister in the form of her only child and you kept that knowledge from me! How could you?"
"The people would not have understood her liaison to the leader of our enemies. That would have tainted their love of you. I wanted to protect your name!"
"You wanted to protect yourself! I don't give a damn about my name, and you know that. Let the people come to me if they have concerns. I have never once done anything to give them reason to doubt my devotion to the realm."
"The people love mother," Thor said quietly, daring his father's anger once more. "Of all of us, she is most beloved, and with reason."
"Thank you, Thor," Frigga's tone softened as she looked at her son.
"What does all this mean, mother?" Thor asked, struggling to make sense of it all.
Caroline couldn't blame him. The accusations had flown fast and viciously. She herself felt like an uncouth interloper in the middle of a family drama. Still, she felt the need to bear witness for Loki's sake, that she could let him know the level of devotion his mother showed him and, it seemed, his mother.
"It means that Loki was not just a random foundling," Frigga explained gently. "Nor just the cast-off son of King Laufey. Loki is more than your brother of the heart, Thor. He is your cousin, by my blood through his mother. My baby sister Volla, Goddess of Secrets. Who I loved more dear than any until I gave birth to you."
"More than your husband?"
Caroline would give Odin this, he was no coward. The question hung in the air as his queen squared her shoulders and turned to regard him with contempt. Slowly, she took a deep breath through her nose and let it out through her mouth, finding a calm Caroline could only envy.
"Despite my best instincts I do have love for you," the Allmother said at last. "If you wish for that to continue, I suggest finding something to do off realm for the foreseeable future. Perhaps absence will dull the killing anger that assails me when I look at you."
As she watched from the outside of the family triangle, Caroline held her breath, waiting to see how the all-powerful God would take being so dismissed. Thor's eyes comically flickered from his mother's steely stare to his father's glowering indecision. Caroline completely sympathized with him.
"I believe that there is some business on Nidavillere that could use my attention. I will leave in the morning."
"You will leave at once," Frigga's voice left no room for debate. "And you will take your time sorting out this business."
"I will leave at once" Odin growled in defeat. "Thor, you are Regent until my return."
"Yes, Father," Thor said in hushed voice full of amazement.
Odin spun and strode to the door. Only at the last did he stop, turning back to face his wife.
"Tell my son that I am glad that he is well. I do love Loki."
"In your way," Frigga qualified.
"I am what I am, Frigga. You knew that when we wed."
"Go, before I change my mind."
"Farewell, my love."
As Odin swept out of the room, it was as though tide of anger and tension left with him. The moment the door closed behind him it was as though the taut chord that had been keeping Frigga standing was snapped, and the tall, powerful Allmother who had brought low her husband crumpled to the floor, shaking with the tears she had kept unshed all through the confrontation.
***
"Take it slow, Princeling. Your mind is still settling."
The words were said in the dry, confident voice he had known all of his life.
Loki blinked his eyes into focus and saw Eir sitting across the room, legs crossed neatly and a small smile of accomplishment on her face.
"How does it feel to be whole again?" she asked.
"I will let you know," he said, rising carefully to a sitting position. "Was it real? Everything I saw and heard?"
"As real as any memory," she replied. "They lie, of course, from time to time, and are colored by our own perspectives, but for the most part what you saw is what happened."
"I am part Jotun."
It was not quite the first thing that came to his mind, but it was the first he felt comfortable saying in front of the healer. He did not think she would care to discuss how much he longed to go find Caroline and recreate their one blissful night together. If he thought his legs would hold him he would already be out the door.
"You are. Welcome to the family."
"That's right," he looked closer at the woman. "You have Jotun blood as well."
"I do," she said, as though confirming that she had blue eyes. "It was not always as uncommon as it is now."
"You told me that on purpose yesterday, didn't you?" he was still putting things together.
"It occurred to me that you might need someone to talk to who did not share our culture's prejudices. Someone who could share some of the more positive aspects of Jotunheim. I did not realize..."
Loki watched as the Eir drew a breath, clearly working out some internal conflict. It was strange. She had always seemed so unflappable. It was as if she herself was one of the frozen peaks of Jutonheim, cold, immovable, and unforgiving. Perhaps like that realm there was more to her than first glance suggested.
"Your mortal," she said at last. "Caroline. I understand now."
"Understand?" he asked, uncertain what she alluded to.
"I did not see why she should matter to you," Eir explained, if a bit reluctantly. "Mortals have such a short lifespan. They always struck me as shallow, fleeting things. What could they possibly do or say that would be of weight in the grand scope of our lives? Your Caroline though, she is something different. She saw the need in you, as clearly as any healer would, and found a way to help make it whole. She is a remarkable woman."
"She is indeed," Loki smiled, thinking of his tenacious little love building a Jotun bonfire in the woods. "I do not deserve her."
"Few of us get what we deserve. Don't let that stop you."
"Oh, I don't plan to," his grin widened, thinking that nothing would stop him from having her.
"Odin will not like it," Eir warned.
"Imagine how little I care," he replied.
Thinking of his father, Loki was suddenly transported to the memory of Odin confronting the dark haired woman in his memories.
"She was your mother," his expression must have given away his thoughts, as she easily tracked them. "The woman at the end."
"Volla," he said, feeling out the name.
"I knew her a little," Eir told him. "She was young, for a Goddess. Willful, daring. Frigga doted on her and, to my mind, overindulged her. Odin wanted to marry her to Frey, I think in an attempt to steady her. Anyone who knew them could see it would not suit."
"And so she ran away," he filled in the blanks. "And she ended up on Jotunheim."
"It would have intrigued her, I think. Volla loved secrets, finding them, keeping them. A forbidden world would have delighted her."
"I can understand that," Loki said, thinking that he might have more than one part of his legacy to explore in the not too distant future.
"I thought you might," Eir said with a laugh.
"The last part of my memories," he said, thought suddenly coming to him. "Or, should I say, the first. That was not during the period of my lost time."
"It was not."
"Yet you had me relive it anyway. Why?"
"Odin is a strong King of Asgard," Eir said carefully. "But he is not without his flaws. His manner when he returned with you always seemed off to me."
"You were there?" He asked. "You were privy to the secret?"
"I was," she nodded. "They knew, of course, of my heritage, and so they could trust me not to be horrified by a Frost Giant in our midst. I also would understand the prejudices the riled the realm in the wake of the war. I was sworn to secrecy, and then brought in to examine you, to make sure you were not ill, and that you would not suddenly return to your blue color, I am sure. Frigga was too caught up in the joy of a new babe to love, but it seemed to me that Odin was hiding something. It has bothered me all of these many centuries. I have tried to bring it up with Frigga, but..."
"She would not hear a word against her husband," Loki sighed, knowing all too well the wall that went up when Odin was maligned to his wife.
"Indeed. I'm afraid, with you mind laying open like a book before me, I could not resist flipping to the pages where the truth was written and bringing your mother with me. I am not sorry that I did so; Frigga needed to know, as did you. But I acknowledge that I broke my word to you not to dip into your other thoughts. I therefore apologize and will accept your condemnation."
"Given that your suspicions were proven more than right, I accept your apology without condemnation." Loki's face split into a wide, wicked grin. "After all, you were already witness to other memories of a far more personal nature."
Loki was delighted to see Eir's face tinge to scarlet as the memories he referred to crossed her mind.
"As I said," she mumbled, discomposed for perhaps the first time he had ever seen, "I might have underestimated your mortal. She is truly remarkable."
"That she is," he agreed whole heartedly. "In fact, now that the circulation seems to have returned to my legs..."
"And other places," Eir's eyes darted to that part of Loki that always seemed to know when Caroline was being discussed. "Go. Your champion deserves to see you well and whole."
"Thank you, Eir," he said, surprising them both by pulling her into an embrace. "I will never forget what you have done for me."
#Loki#Loki fanfic#Loki/OFC#Odin#Frigga#Thor#Post Avengers#Loki backstory#Therapy#Romance#Loki needs a hug#Loki finds out the truth#Odin gets what's coming to him#Go Frigga!#Eir#Family dynamics#family angst#family drama#finally#truth coming out
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Usher is performing at the halftime show and it sucks that more people are gonna post about Taylor Swift than him and his performance
(So I know the superbowl was yesterday but I've been really busy with my mom's recent diagnosis.)
I completely understand where you're coming from friend!!! I'm not much for football anymore (when I was a kid I loved the cowboys but honestly ever since will smiths concussion I can't support american football anymore).
BUT!!! Centering on the issue at hand tswift's fandom can be very toxic and like her pr bf is apparently very temperamental??? and there's this whole thing with everyone being all invested with their obvious pr stunt relationship. (look I know I know those in glass houses and all but I would like to think that when I share pix of tom/zendaya and hiddles/zawe you all know I'm just doing it because Zendaya and Zawe are literally goddesses and if they deign to pick mayo mortals perhaps there's love for all of us).
And like anyone in fandom has some level of unhealthy parasocial real life couple that is just so fascinating...
Thing is tho... Usher worked very hard for all his success and he seems to have been forgotten this superbowl for tswift and her pr bf.
Like I grew up with Usher and I will always be an usher fan (something something about how he gets passed over for being such a pretty boy and isn't giving the same amount of opportunity as other white idols from the same period *cough*britney*cough)
It just like... reminds me of that poll that made the rounds when spotify wrapped came out. you know the one? It was like how many artists do you have before your first Black Artist????
And to be honest I felt bad because I only had 3 Black artists in my top 10 (if I remember correctly I it was Beyonce, Stromae, Kid Cudi, just checked and it was but I was wrong on a technicality Halsey was in my top ten but she's white passing). Anyways we had some WILD ass takes about it everywhere on tumblr. I wanted to make a post about it but like we still don't have any Black mods so I didn't feel qualified. The takes were defensive and derisive and overall very anti black.
And that's the thing about swiftnation she's the current mayo obsession and like to my knowledge she's never dated a moc before. but her fanbase... is so gd toxic and white supremacist.
Anyways I hope Usher comes out with a concert tour and a movie and like all the things. He deserves it tbh.
Also sidenote for the elder millenials that remember she's all that do you remember Usher in that cameo as the dj??? THAT'S HOW GD OLD I AM LOL.
mod ali
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Tom Wrinkleson out for errands and chatting with British comedian Stephen Mangan.
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Hello again. I am once again asking for help!
Would anyone be willing to answer questions about the Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special and/or That Play What I Wrote? Thank you! 💙
#gotg christmas special#gotg#guardians of the galaxy#mcu#marvel#hiddleston#Tom hiddleston#that play what I wrote#hiddles#help#:’D#personal#woah im a person??? wild
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Worthy Wednesday Fic Challenge
We see the same (admittedly excellent) stories recommended over and over and over. Let's expand our horizons! Recommend and briefly describe a fic or two or three (or more) that you've never (or rarely) seen mentioned. Extra points if you don't personally know the writer. Tag @trickiwooao3 or #Worthy Wednesday
I absolutely love this idea! Thank you for tagging me @a-noble-dragon and @ramonaflow. I spent most of the day overthinking this (overthinking is my jam), but I've finally come up with a few recommendations.
In no particular order, I'd like to recommend:
Horrible Husbands by PositivelyBedeviledSchitthead
This is a hilarious Halloween fic with an amazing twist and a loveable troll Patrick. Here's the author's summary:
If David had been slightly more observant, he might have noticed Patrick’s aversion to the cottage basement much sooner and maybe things wouldn’t have gone as far as they did. But he wasn’t and they did. Patrick and David take Halloween just a little too seriously.
just wanna tell you how i'm feeling by hudders-and-hiddles (@wild-aloof-rebel)
Patrick makes David a mixtape and they listen to it on a vendor trip. It's a wonderful, beautifully written, early relationship moment between them. And there's a spotify playlist! Here's the author's summary:
I Really Like You: a mixtape for David Rose, carefully curated by Patrick Brewer
Crows Creek by AWorldOfDreams (@a-noble-dragon)
The story of a crow attack on Schitt's Creek told from 10 different character POVs and every character voice is spot on. It features a different first meeting between David and Patrick and so many cleverly woven in bird references. It's a delight and everyone should read it. Here's the author's summary:
Murder. That was the collective name for a group of crows, wasn't it? And by the looks of things, if David didn't get to safety soon, then he'd be slain in the streets by wickedly sharp beaks and glinting talons.
The only thing was... He was stricken with panic. He couldn't move.
I'd love to see recommendations from @olinsghost, @statueinthestone, @tyfinn, @mallpretzles and anyone else who feels moved to share their favorite less often recommended fics.
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Just wanted to say I appreciate you all so much! I know the fandom has slowed a bit but I always look forward to the weekly recs and it brings so much joy to the fandom.
Since it’s now March and almost Spring, do you have any faves that touch on gardening or springy themes???
Thank you, friend. We appreciate the kind words very much.
We do have some springy gardening fics for you:
The Blanket Burrito of Sadness - asoftplacetoland
The Dryads Dance At Night - AWorldOfDreams ( @a-noble-dragon)
Forever I'm Yours, Forever I Do - lucianowriter
go out with you in powder blue - @simplymarleycat
Grow As We Go - @neelyo67, @landofsonlali
Growing Pains - @sspaz1000
I'll Keep Your Brittle Heart Warm - @nontoxic-writes
in a green field in the sun - hudders-and-hiddles (@wild-aloof-rebel)
Plant Your Love and Let It Grow - AWorldOfDreams (@a-noble-dragon)
Putting Down Roots - @this-is-not-nothing
A Seed Once Sown - @jamilas-pen
Spring Forward, Fall Back - The_Same_But_Different
Take a Break - @treluna4
What more could he ask? - @queenmabcreates
You Seem So Free - High-Seas-Swan (@noahreids)
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Hi everyone! Happy Labor Day to the Americans, Labour Day to the Canadians, and Monday to everyone else! We hope you enjoy these recs and be sure to let the authors know if you do!
liv's recs: waited so long to say this to you by hudders-and-hiddles @wild-aloof-rebel [david/patrick, T, multi-chapter]
we stood steady as the stars by foxtails @ratchet [david/patrick, M, multi-chapter]
A New Day Has Come by @lisamc-21 [david/patrick, T, one shot]
ostinato by @grapehyasynth [david/patrick, T, one shot]
julie's recs: Work of Heart by @beaiola [david/patrick, T, one shot]
Grand Slam by bigficenergy @fraudulentzodiac [david/patrick, E, one shot]
You Say It Best by princesstigerlily [david/patrick, E, multi-chapter]
Casting Off by @flowerfan2 [david/patrick, T, one shot]
jette's recs: Color Me Perfect by Turkey_Virgin @tyfinn [david/patrick, NR, one shot]
When You Assume... by @dinnfameron [david/patrick, T, one shot]
Tomorrow... Maybe by Ellie603 [david/patrick, T, multi-chapter]
Hope is the thing with feathers by @themelancholyvegetable [david/patrick, M, multi-chapter]
ali's recs: Love in the Time of Appendicitis by @doublel27 [david/patrick, E, multi-chapter]
The Fundamental Things Apply by princesstigerlily [david/patrick, M, multi-chapter]
so this is the miracle that i've been dreaming of by @hullomoon [david/patrick, T, one shot]
Sleepless by @well-schitt [david/patrick, E, multi-chapter]
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HAPPY 1ST ANNIVERSARY ON TUMBLR!!!
Thank you for joining and adding your wonderful self to our weird, wacky, and wild community. we're so so lucky to have you. not to mention grateful. you're hilarious, fun and an incredible writer. the fandom wouldn't be the same without you.
her'es to many many more years of laughs and delicious eroticism. (not to mention screaming about hiddles)
Thank you sweetness! That's so kind :D I'm very happy to be here screaming and expiring on the daily!! 😊❤️❤️❤️ Apols I know you sent this last week I was ehhhh a little busy 😂😂(HUGS)
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🍀🙌for Cecil plz!
🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?
I'd wanted period era OCs for a while, mostly due to reading @silklined Archeology boys and stuff related to that. Then after once again falling into the aesthetic hole that is Crimson Peak, I was like screw it, I'm making an OC based off on T/om Hiddle/son's character because he was a LOOK. And thus Cecil was born. Oddly enough, I created him before Ambrose. Usually when I create OCs I make which one I plan on whumping first and then their caretaker after. Cecil came first though I knew he'd be the caretaker. I wanted him to the stoic but tender one paired to Ambrose who is basically Victorian Fessor XD
🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?
Cecil has 2 older brothers.
The oldest Clifford is married, he's the one who everything kind of falls on given he's the first born, the one who will run the family stuff after their father passes. He was expected to have an heir and whatnot. Typical upper-class Victorian stuff. He and his wife have 3 children, two boys and a girl.
The middle Frederick (known as Freddy) is the wild child XD He's the partier, the one with several indiscretions much to the dismay of his father and older brother. Freddy will often come to social functions accompanied by more than one date and shows no signs of wanting to settle down with anyone. He's living his best life and gonna make it everyones problem.
Cecil gets on a bit better with Clifford given their both goal oriented and enjoy discussing the same things, as well as Cecil helping when he can.
Thanks anon!
#I will eventually write all 3 of them together#ive had an idea for a story for awhile but again just can't get energy to write#anon asks#kaze answers#info on my ocs#cecil
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sorry people are blowing up at you for literally just, not wanting to do a crossword lol. like it should nott be that serious but swifties continue to be wild. anyway while the easter egg thing and hiddle clues and puzzles have always been part of her brand, i’ve been finding them way more rigorous and annoying the past few years - not sure if i feel that way bc of her as a person or just fandom pressure, probably both. regardless you should be allowed to say its not your cup of tea lmao.
no exactly i feel the same way... i also feel like they're kinda... insulting now lol. like they seem kinda patronizing, like you want the vault tracks here spell out words kids. but apparently this time they're not even revealing the list of song theyre just revealing things we already know about 1989, like 'pop record' 'pen click' 'golf club' 'new york city' so? no new info after all that? whats the point? idk it's just all kinda unnecessary to me
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Get to Know Me
Tagged by: @cafeshopau
Three Ships: Mulder x Scully, Buddie, Sambucky
First Ship: Mulder x Scully. Literally the blueprint
Fav Color: Purple or Yellow, depending on my mood
Last Song: Dead Man Runnin’ by Seulgi
Last Show: The X-files
Last Movie in Theaters: Now Way Home (it’s been too long djksjdk)
Currently Watching: The X-files, The Last of Us, and assorted weewoo shows. Also Will Trent (which RULES and y’all need to watch it)
Currently Reading: A History of Wild Places by Shea Ernshaw
Currently Working On: at work, our end of year financial statements. at home, a cross stitch project for my roommate
Current Obsession: the x-files, of course
tagging @struckbuck @eddiediaaz @olliverstark @tawaifeddiediaz @hudders-and-hiddles and anyone else who wants to
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